Lesser Evils

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A Nefertiti and Sharyntyre production :wink:

Rules...
Along with the GS RPG Rules, which are found on the first page of the RPG section, we’d like you to know:

the time setting is roughly 16 years after ANH, about the same time as Black Fleet Crisis.

This is a by invitation only game. If you like what you see, pm the GM (Shar) or Co-GM (Nef) with your comment as well as a bio’d character.

2) Bio format:

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Dagobah. This was where the legendary Jedi Master Yoda hid to preserve the Jedi Order. This swamp was where he laid in wait. Waiting for the Chosen One to throw off the bindings of darkness and bring balance to the galaxy. The tour guide pushed away fronds and vines that had been allowed to grow over the well trod path. The path to the hut where Master Yoda had fed and housed Luke Skywalker - the tour guide paused to remind the group - the present leader of the Jedi - where for hours Master Yoda had taught and shown Luke the hows and whats of the Force. She whispered the word. The Force. Eyes grew wide. Mouths opened in anticipation. As they rounded the corner a small child cried out. The guide turned to reprimand, but saw behind the useless parent…

The school on Yavin had been revitalized with the new leadership. Master Skywalker’s style was delegation. The meetings and reports were continual, but his warm smile and easy laugh made those around him confident. In themselves. Children ran through corridors playing, while teachers and student talked to each other in classes meant to teach and learn. For both the students and the teachers. The old school disciplines were gone and in their place the New Jedi Order promoted thinking outside of the box. Histories were retrieved from the old Jedi library on Coruscant. Legends and tales of great men and women flooded the eager students during their daily routines. At night the teachers would casually stroll into the new library to inhale the adventures they had missed. Sometimes, Master Skywalker would walk the hallways. His tenure almost over - one of the first rules he revised - he would remember the dark days. He thought he could hear Ben and Yoda “tsking” at him. Telling him to be cautious. Other nights, he could hear that breathing and it would take him a moment to forgive again. Tonight, the soft breeze made the long curtains flutter. Tonight, he could smell flowers on the air. Tonight, he strolled on his way to a family dinner. There were no problems tonight….

The old woman of no consequence within the temple sat in the dark room surrounded by the children of the school. They sat close to hear what she said, often the smell around her was old, musty and sickly sweet, but they stayed to hear the stories. The dark ones. Strictly forbidden at their age, they broke that rule for the excitement and terror of the tales. One older Padawan, a whole 9 years old, said they should make a club of it. Tales of Terror. But the old woman cautioned them to say nothing of their stories. That “them” would be mad. That “them” would stop the tales and send her away. They had to keep quiet, she placed her index finger against the cracked and blood stained lips.

She cackled, “What should we talk of this night, my friends?”

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Bastion. Capital of a once mighty government, home of what was left of the once galaxy spanning Empire. Desperate times call for desperate measures and one man is willing to do whatever it takes to keep the Empire alive. With shady business deals from Bespin to Byss, connections to pirates, spice smugglers, and slavers, he is not afraid to break laws if it will help the New Order survive.

Moff Disra listens closely as his Intelligence Chief reports on the results of an investigation of a backwater governor. Eyes burning with ambition the Moff studies a young Special Operations agent with morbid curiosity. Nothing about the young man appears remarkable, nothing special, yet he carries Jedi potential. By Imperial law, the man should be executed, but that seemed such a waste of opportunity…

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Jedi Master T’pau walked the north corridor, his favorite. It lead to the solarium. The life within spoke to him at times. Or so he thought. It was actually his own connection with the Living Force re-enforced by his own love of living plants. Did the tyree excel bud open when he arrived? It’s greeting to him? Or was it his own pride that made him think that. His smile disappeared when he analyzed his thoughts. Pride.

From the depths of Korriban the ghosts whispered. They argued and begged. They pleaded and cried. The legend stated balance. They cried, “there is no balance! We are betrayed!” Their cried pierced the lightness of the Force. Their nagging wearied its peace. In an attempt to quiet them, the Force agreed. One could rise - one presently living. If they could find a accolade - the Sith could again devise a plan. But only on that condition.

The 11 year old Padawan learner, apprenticed to Master Jas Mentar, snuck through the corridors returning to his communal room within the Temple. He knew if he was caught, additional duties would be assigned and less training. He couldn’t get caught. Using what little experience he had he slipped from lighted hallway to darkened sleep area. The beds neatly lined up 20 to a room, the Companion softly snored away in the deep chair, feet tucked up under her. Thinking that by not looking at her as he passed he would silently crawl into his bed…it was not to be. Not this night. A small red light began to blink on the device in her hand. She woke instantly…no second of muddled sleep in her face…her eyes looked at him. She sighed, stood and pointed to his bed, her head tilted downward, he saw that tomorrow they would met in the Office. The Office. Pulling the blanket up to his chin, he watched as she gracefully turned and left the room.

The slap of running feet, the next morning, brought her head up. Before the feet could pass her door, she stood and called out “Running is not allowed.“

There was quiet. She waited. Then a small face peaked around her open door. A mop of dark brown hair, two very large eyes and the tip of a pug nose. She turned her head to get a clearer picture and waved him in.

Tucking her hands into her robe Master Jas Mentar tried to put on the sternest of faces. With all of her effort, she attempted to raise her eyebrow like that favorite fictional character she so loved to read about…but she failed.

“Jarred, you know running is forbidden. It’s for your own good.” She made a great show of keeping her eyes up because her pet peeve was feet - having something on them. If she didn’t look, then she didn’t need to say - but he knew.

“Master Mentar,” he stuttered and then excitedly, “I am sorry, but I was in a rush. I answered this weeks Mystery Question and Master Skywalker was going to give me my prize.”

“I realize the importance…but you are no longer too little to understand the rules. I’m disappointed, I thought that we had come farther than this.”

She placed her hand on his shoulder and turned him into the hallway, “Unfortunately, Master Skywalker was called away.”

She paused as she led him towards the common room to make her announcement to the school compliment. As she walked, she wondered at the tragedy the Skywalker family attracted.

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Liinade III. Governor Miechem Howless was a patriot none could deny that. He was also a man of smoldering ambitions and firmly believed the end justifies the means. When his Minister of Interior Affairs comes to him with a plan to build a scaled down Death Star style weapon, based on plans for the Pulsar Station generated by Isard, he sees huge potential for the New Republic and himself. It would take resources beyond those allotted to him through normal channels; luckily, he already had a few connections in the Fringe.

Sheboi did not care much for Slavers, nor middling political figures and their schemes. However, when Mikal Nosails delivers a business proposal he finds the profit margins impossible to ignore. Business expands from smuggling and occasional acts of piracy to full-fledged piracy and slaving. Barely escaping a carefully laid ambush in a severally damaged ship, Sheboi and his crew make an emergency landing on an inhospitable world for repairs. While out scouting around the landing sight the Zabrak discovers a treasure trove of Clone War vintage, and a weapon that could render him king of the fringe, if he can control it.

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Shuffling footsteps, heavy breathing from exertion, and the unmistakable hum of a lightsaber echoed from a dimly lit training chamber in the sublevels of the Yavin temple. Zephra preferred to practice in near darkness as the masters suggested, encouraging less reliance on the normal human sense of sight, more on her developing force-sense. Not as easy for an apprentice getting a later start. Fortunately, she practiced under similar circumstances for her father during self-defense training, another life before Yavin.

“Ugh!” a loud grunt escaped the apprentice as she lunged for the remote, just missing target. A buzzer sounded and she called out for the results. 43 hits out of 50… below her current best.

Wiping sweat from her face and taking a large swig of canteen water, she removed her sweat-soaked outer tunic in favor of her under-tank, then reset the remotes, upping the difficulty, prepared to push herself to the limit. The remotes led her into a frantic dance, shock blasts ricocheting off her violet saber blade like swarms of locusts. Zephra smiled to herself, feeling the internal rhythm with the Force finally kick in, movements fluid and nearly flawless. All thoughts of inferiority were lost.

“Stop. Score,” she commanded. This time 48 out of 50. Tied with her personal best, but not good enough. Perfection was demanded. She could almost hear her father’s scolding bark in the distant shadows. Even without him looking over her shoulder, perfection was demanded of herself.

Behind her, the sound of clapping pierced the dark room, causing her to whirl around and squint beyond the central spotlight of the training circle.

“Impressive,” one of the Jedi Knights, Kelos Tran, complimented. Zephra had not sensed his entry.

“Make a habit of sneaking up on beings?” she replied.

Kelos answered with a sly grin. Since Zephra’s arrival, the young man seemed to lurk about her like a shadow, much to her annoyance. He wore his edgy air of mystery like a badge of honor. A man with such a smirk and frosty glimmer in the eyes was not to be trusted. Yet some of the masters considered Kelos an asset to the new order.

“Care for a real challenge? A live duel perhaps?” He twirled his saber hilt in his hands, itching to use it.

“No thanks,” Zephra replied. She was hardly ready for a duel with a full-fledged Jedi Knight. She pushed past him to grab a towel and her tunic. “Workout’s finished.”

“Why the cold shoulder, Zeph? I’m only trying to help.” The offer held a certain lack of sincerity.

“Lights up,” she commanded, and the training room suddenly illuminated as brightly as midday on Tatooine. Kelos didn’t look as intimidating in the light. “Look, I need to watch my step here as it is. I was told not to train with anyone besides a master for now. You know the rules better than I.”

He nodded. “Got it, no training. But you could be a little nicer.” He placed an uninvited patronizing hand on her shoulder. “Don’t underestimate the value of having friends around here.”

Before she could respond, he turned away in a rustle of dark robes, leaving Zephra alone once again to wonder what possessed her to leave a life of freedom for this bizarre commune. Kelos was right, she needed friends… but he wouldn’t make the list if he was the last being on Yavin.

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Yavin.

A heavily modified Marauder Corvette slices through the tunnel of furious lights popping out of hyperspace with Yavin and the gas giant's moons just out of common sensor range. From the hanger bay, a single shuttle drops and slowly pulls away. The Lambda appeared battered with dozens of scorch marks on it’s wings and hull, though a sensor scan would show the ship in remarkably good condition for one of it’s age and obvious hard use. The interior of the ship was custom with four tiny cabins, a slightly smaller armory closet, a workstation and very cramped refresher unit. Two speeder bikes and a custom swoop rode in brackets along the wall in what was left of the cargo bay leaving a limited space for cargo.

“Thanks for the ride Scraps, good luck with business and take care of my ship” Izrafel smiled as Maze turned the shuttle so that the corvette was within view. The huge mixed blood alien let out a quite coughing bark sound she knew to be laughter. The documents showed the ship to be the property of their odd ‘family’ with four non-humans and a droid sharing equal parts. A large paw covered with short white fur reached across the control board tapping Yavin’s coordinates into the navcom.

“Do not worry Mistress Inari,” a low gruff, though obviously mechanical voice replied, “we have a handful of soft runs scheduled and Mr. Karrde finds interesting projects from time to time.”

The half-Coynite in the pilots seat his, nictitating third eyelids flashed across his large watery blue eyes a few times as they shared a knowing look. Interesting projects was a good way of putting it; few assignments from the smuggler chief were dull. The man always paid, usually on time and was one of the most trustworthy crime chiefs out there.

Maze Ak’Tor growled and the translator built into the elaborate collar around his thick neck changed his speech to basic “take care of the family and our home. We will call when we are Jedi or we need something. Good luck Idiot’s Airy.”

“May the Force be with you Tears of Alderaan” The droid replied. The marauder shifted pitch and turned slightly starboard then burned off shimmering and vanishing as it jumped back into hyperspace.

“Next stop, the Jedi Temple” Izrafel flashed a smile at the huge being “I wonder what sort of trouble we’ll find this time.”

Maze growled again shaking his head, she did not need the translator to know he disapproved “trouble among the Jedi I have no wish to witness, let alone be a part of.” His long strong arm came over and he tapped her head with a finger “think Izrafel, about what Mare Jade told you, if you have forgotten the Emperor and Darth Vader.”

The human woman frowned and pushed the alien’s hand away from her head “I forget nothing Maze Ak’Tor. Perhaps it is you who is forgetting how often we manage to find ourselves in trouble, of one sort or another.”

The white and gold furred alien let out another coughing bark of laughter. The silvery streaks that crisscrossed his body caught the blue and green lights from the control boards giving his markings an even more exotic flavor. Izrafel shook her head, as she always did when considering those silver streaks and spots had scars beneath them. A legacy from his mother’s blood, along with the Force sensitivity, they told the story of a long violent life.

A short hyperspace hop of their own had them just outside of Yavin’s furthest moon. Izrafel reached over to the com board then stopped. A complex full of Jedi would, or should know they were coming. Just as she turned away, a blinking light told her someone down there was calling. Her hand darted out to flick the receiver on.

“Tears of Alderaan, welcome to Yavin. We expected you sooner” Izrafel detected curiosity without censure in the mellow tones.

“I had some loose ends to tie up before I could commit myself to training” her fingers tapped impatiently on the arm rest “are we clear for landing or what. I’d rather speak with you face to face.”

A chuckle came from the com unit “training you from orbit could prove challenging. Just follow the beacon, it will lead you to our front door.”

Several minutes later the huge pyramid loomed into view as the shuttle descended through a partly cloudy sky. Izrafel was out of her seat to punch the ramp release with the ship still twenty meters in the air. Dressed in an old tie pilot jumpsuit her shoulder length curls bounced with her movements. A heavy blaster rode on her right hip, a Defender sporting pistol tucked in a shoulder holster under her left arm, and a Lightfoil dangled from her belt on the left side. Fresh air heavy with unfamiliar scents filled the shuttle as it gentled dropped to the clearing outside the massive stone structure. A quick look at the towering trees and lower under growth told her she would enjoy riding her swoop on this moon.

A few robed beings moved around outside as the shuttle settled, Izrafel eyed them as she waited for Maze to shut the ship down and lock the controls. She felt her huge companion approaching so she moved down the ramp moving to stand in front of the cockpit of the shuttle. Maze ducked under the hull of the ship and straightened standing next to her.

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Jas Mentar, Jedi Master
Jarred Fedra, Padawan
Jedi Academy
Yavin

The walk to the dining area was much longer today. Jedi Master Mentar walked slowly to show her Padawan that calmness - something she did not feel - was contagious. Once, maybe twice he looked up at her and she down at him. They were a good team. One day he would be a wonderful Jedi. Gently, she placed her hand upon his shoulder, smiling down at him. Yes, they were a good team.

The dining area was the beginning of the day. Students walked through the line taking choice pieces of fruits, helpings of eggs and toast with sweet jams. The dishes and silverware clanked as they looked for friends to sit with. There was no assigned seating. It helped to grow bonds. Eating together. It was considered a trust thing. Jas Mentar didn’t quite understand it, but so it was said.

The Masters, Knights and Apprentices rotated tables. The Grand Master believed it helped them to understand changing social attitudes. Never again, he exclaimed, would the Jedi be unknowing of the society. It was all so new and wonderful, even after all this time. Jas shook her head softly, what time? They were babes in the woods compared to the great Masters of legends.

Entering the melee of friendship, food and trust, Jas stood at her place at the first table. Before sitting, she waited by the table for the room to quiet. It wasn’t long. Her pupils were very orderly.

“Good morning.” There was a murmur of morning, from those seated as others took their places.

She smiled back at them. They were going to be disappointed. Master Skywalker was a favorite with the students. His generous smile, easy laughter and gentle demeanor encouraged the shyest to speak up. He took classes everyday - a much anticipate event. Forty minutes with Luke Skywalker!

“I’m sorry to bring you sad news, but Master Skywalker has been called away.” She looked into the faces. “A family situation.” Her statement meant many things to everyone. To those who were closer to the Skywalkers there was a sadness and apprehension. To others tears formed at the corners of eyes. To the young there came the grumbles of a good class gone back to study. Each in their own way normal.

Normal, natural feelings encouraged by the Order. Friendships, love and intimacy. Not pushed, but explained and encouraged.

Jarred returned to their table with some breakfast items. Wheat toast and orange marmalade jam. Hot tea with cream and sugar. Normal.

“Masters and teachers, if during your breaks you the will stop by my office, I’ll help with any class changes.” She took a breath and softly finished, “The Force is with them my friends. The Force is with them.”

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Izrafel & Maze
Jedi Academy
Yavin.

A young green skinned Twi’lek girl dressed in miniature Jedi robes greeted Izrafel and Maze. “Greetings Master T’gai asked me to come out and guide you to the dinning area, Master Mentar has an important announcement for us.” The girl’s eyes kept leaving the pair to stare up at the shuttle looming over them as she spoke, and Izrafel decided she would take the girl up sometime, if the Masters permitted such activities. Mara Jade had been tight lipped about what to expect, claiming she did not want to color their impressions of the school with her own.

Maze growled and his translator spoke basic “Greetings young apprentice. I am Maze Ak’Tor and human companion is Izrafel Inari. We are honored by you welcome and are ready to follow your lead.” The old gladiator gave the tiny Twi’lek a courtly bow and nudged Izrafel next to him. With a wry grin, the human mimicked the bow, smiling brightly when the child seemed to perk up at Maze’s behavior. The girl twirled and led them towards the huge pyramid with the unconscious grace of a wild animal. The pair of new comers had to step lively to keep up with the girl as she led them into the heart of the Yavin Academy.

The Twi’lek paused at the door and then turned to look at them over her shoulder and put a finger up to her lips cautioning silence, then waved for them to follow her. The child stopped standing against the rough stonewalls as soon as her charges were clear of the doorway and motioned them to do the same.

Izrafel shrugged and stepped back against the wall and turned to grin at Maze as the huge aliens stomach growled into the quite room. A woman with curly white hair spoke for a moment announcing Master Skywalker was away dealing with a family issue. She also requested that Masters and instructors stop by her office at their convenience for further briefing. She ended with the Force is with them, but it lacked conviction to Izrafel’s ears when she repeated herself.

When the woman sat down, conversations started around the room, ranging from speculation on the crisis to wondering which Masters would assume Skywalker’s share of teaching duties. The Twi’lek turned and smiled at them “please get something to eat and sit where ever you feel comfortable. I will slip over and let Master Mentar know you wish to speak to her.”

Maze nodded his head softly chuckling, a sound the translator was programmed to ignore. Izrafel looked at the green skinned girl with wide eyes causing the child to giggle then put her hand over her mouth and blush.

“Forgive me Izrafel Inari” she giggled a little more then turned serious. “In your mind just now you were all but shouting who do we talk to with Master Skywalker gone.” the child did a good job of mimicing Izrafel's low scratchy tones, even adding a hint of sarcasm.

Izrafel blushed too, the kid was right. Jedi mind tricks. She was going to have to keep a lot tighter control of her tongue, and generally sarcastic thought patterns. Even if she did not speak, they would know all the wise cracks she was making about things around her. Five minutes among the Jedi and she was already taking lessons, a low groan escaped her lips “back to school kid.”

Maze chuckled and placed a huge furry hand on her shoulder to give her a push towards the serving line. Growling and barking he bowed, the translator again changing his speech to basic “again we thank you for your welcome” his stomach growled again so he turned and followed Izrafel to get a meal.

The apprentice wove through the tables and diners gracefully, sharing the new comer’s names with a few who asked without pausing. She arrived at the Master’s table and bowed low.

“Master Mentar, the two people Mara Jade sent word about have arrived.” She paused and turned to point to the food line “I guess they did not eat on the last leg of their journey here. The human seems a little reluctant, if I may say so. Master Mentar. Why is she not excited.”?

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NPCs
Bad guys plotting
Liinade III.

Governor Miechem Howless sat at his desk at his informal offices on his home world, he left to attend business at the capital as needed, but the day to day business of the Hegemony flowed through here. He could read reports from here, the office on Ciutric, or his suite on the Star Destroyer Mark II Direption in orbit over head. He was more relaxed here, comfortable. Gray eyes looked over the import/export summaries for the quarter. Profits looked good, until he got to the bottom of the page. Keying for the side note, he found the fleet’s notation of pirate activities, ten strikes with three ships taken, just in the last three months.

“That puts quite a dint in the profits” he spoke into the empty office with a frown. Admiral Windgate had mentioned an increase in pirate activities the other night at the banquet for the Bothan trade delegation. While he understood the need for a few good smugglers working in a system, when the fringe began doing that kind of damage to his people’s well being, it was time for things to change.

Miechem shut down the computer terminal, closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. He reached down, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out a bottle of Corrillian whiskey and a short thick crystal tumbler. After pouring full three fingers worth of dark fluid into the glass he replaced the bottle. He sat looking through the fiery drink, knowing the stuff would blur his emotions and thinking the same way it did the light filtering through it.

With a cynical smile, he saluted his lawless opponents while silently declaring war against them. Taking the whole drink in one mouthful, he let the stuff lay on his tongue for a few second before swallowing. A blissful burn started in his throat and belly and then worked it’s way through his entire body. With another deep sigh he reached over and tapped the intercom “Amanda, be a dear and call Admiral Windgate and Minister Nosails. Tell them I need a meeting at their soonest convenience.”

There was just a slight pause and his secretary’s voice came back “Actually Governor they just walked in wishing to speak with you.”

“Send them in Amanda. Please call my house and let them know duty may keep me working late this evening.” Miechem replied as he reached down and pulled he bottle back out. Three shot glasses came out this time and were filled before the door opened; he left the bottle sitting on the edge of the desk this time though.

Over weight and balding Mikal Nosails came in first holding the door for Admiral Windgate. The Governor stood and all three men exchanged handshakes “Please sit, have a drink with me before we discuss unpleasant business.” The three men spent the next hour and a half talking about family and the trials of juggling careers and a family life. Finally the conversation turned to work, the jokes and chuckling died off.

“We have a proposal for you sir, something to help fight against the pirates plaguing us and later maybe spread our influence into the systems around us” Mikal Nosails replied to the governor’s question on possible reactions to the danger to trade.

He ran his hand over his shining scalp with its fringe of mostly gray hair glancing at the Admiral and then back to his boss. “The Admiral will brief you on the specifics of the installation and then I will share some plans we have already considered that may answer some of the questions you will no doubt have.”

Miechem looked his life long friend in the eyes for several moments then turned to eye the Admiral he counted as a friend for the last five years. “Just how much planning have you two been doing without me” he waved his hand “never mind. Please get on with your Briefing gentlemen.”

Windgate pulled a small holo pad from his pocket and hit the control board. A large spherical space station sprang up floating over the desk. While laid back and mellow during informal situations, Markaz Windgate still radiated Imperial Officer when things turned formal. Never mind they were part of the New Republic now; the uniform did not make the man. Crisp, cold and precise he launched into a short detailed explanation of the base and possible uses.

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“The original plans for the Pulsar Station are believed to be bait for the trap Isard set up in her obsession to kill Rogue Squadron. Based on the Death Star technology this next, this next generation application is inspired by the Emperor’s use of the super laser against the Rebel capital ships. In the original plans this station would sport six small versions of the planet killing laser more suited to small targets.”

A small remote appeared out of his left hand coat pocket and he tapped a quick command into it. Several dimples on the round station flashed in red a few times and then vanished. “We decided, for financial and moral reasons to do away with the super lasers.” Another command went through the remote and the ring of domes around the middle of the station flashed “Twelve gravity well generators will ring the installation, giving us a field equal to that of a gas giant, or better. We have enough spare parts on Ciutric to build a functioning planetary shield generator” his fingers twitched on the remote and a shield popped up around the space station.

“The base shall be hyperspace capable and bristling with enough weapons to fight most task forces to a standstill.” Dozens of blue and green dots began flashing until the whole sphere was glowing with their tiny lights. “We plan for two hundred anti ship gun turrets and towers based on the Lancer class frigates’ success against star fighters and light freighters. There will also be one hundred missile tubes in clusters around the base.” Next orange lights lit up the Polar Regions “Defender Ion cannons and atmosphere generators as the ones on Kessel will ride the poles.”

The fingers on his left hand danced a short number across the remote and dozens of star fighters began pouring out of the station from four landing bays. “The station will accommodate two entire wings of fighters and support craft with a full maintenance facility. We plan for a complete medical suite equipped and staffed to treat over a hundred patients at once. There will be barracks for a battalion of ground troops and a detention complex to process criminals as they are found and caught.”

Admiral Windgate slipped the remote into his pocket leaving the holo pad to display the station primed for battle with it’s two wings of fighters dancing around it in defensive formations. “This station, in it’s completed form is capable of moving into a system and shutting down interstellar travel. Between the fighter complement and ground based weapons it can dominate a system or slag a pirate gang unsupported. The tactical and strategic values of such a base are incalculable.”

Miechem favored the Admiral with a raised eyebrow and wry grin. “I admit it is quite impressive” he waved his left hand at the three dimensional representation of the proposed base. “Impressive and equally expensive I would think. It would take years of draining the economy to build such a base, and as much time and more cash to train a worthy crew. Incase you’ve not noticed the New Republic is not as rich as the Empire was.”

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Markaz raised a strong hand to run his fingers through thick black hair his pale green eyes sparkling with mischief. “We have a proposal for that as well Governor Howless. Most of it within loop holes of legality, but I will let Minister Nosails brief you on that aspect.” Admiral Windgate sat back down and eyed the nearly empty bottle, but refrained from asking for more. “Oh by the way Miechem, we’ve code named the station Sanctuary Island.”

Mikal wanted to stay seated but Markaz set the tone as formal so he followed the admiral’s lead and stood up to deliver his presentation to the Governor. “This will be a case of using fire to fight fire, if indirectly sir. There are already established precedents for putting criminals to work, Kessel being the most famous prison. We will use the scum filling our jails to build the station. The fifth planet in the Corvis Minor system is a gas giant with six moons. The fifth one is honey combed with caves supporting half standard gravity and a weak breathable air. We start with the detention center and part of the barracks, in effect turning the moon into a new hard labor prison. The prisoners will work the tunnels and chambers into the sizes and shapes design parameters require.”

It was simple and straightforward enough, and legal, so far. “That still does not cover the price of material for a base of these specs.” Miechem spoke into his friend’s pause.

“Patience please sir” the Minister of Interior bowed to his friend with a small cunning smile dancing on his lips. “It occurs to us we could make use of our, shall we say shadowy business partners to hire privateers to go after trade interest dealing in the sort of commodities we are looking at. Then when Sanctuary Island is ready the first mission will be the capture or destruction of the pirates we’ve dealt with.”

“My contact is strictly a smuggler” Miechem protested but Markaz shook his head and spoke in commanding tones. “I mean no offence, but the Zabrak did not come by a system patrol ship peacefully. He may have mellowed for now, considering the credits he is making with little risk, why would he go back to piracy.” The Admiral shook his head “he would expect a trap if you offered the job that way. Ask him to act as a broker for the privateers; he is likely to agree to that. Once he see we are not trying to trap his fringe contacts he will end up taking commissions himself. The one thing they all have in common is more greed than common sense.”

Miechem leaned back into his Plash self-molding chair, the fingers of his right hand slowly tapping on the armrest. “Who else knows of this, and turn the holo off.”

Windgate reached over and switched the power off “We three, my chief engineer and chief quarter master are the only people who know of this plan.”

The fingers tapped on the armrest, the only sound for several minutes. Twice during the silence, Mikal opened his mouth to speak only to be silenced by a waving hand and frown from the Admiral. When the fingers stopped tapping it was so the hand could reach over for the bottle on the edge of the desk. Just enough for one shot each, to kill the bottle and seal a deal. Fitting the bottle came from his contacts in the fringe.

One question left but he was sure they had an answer for it too. This would not come before him before completely thought out. “Where will we get the thousands of men needed to crew this thing?” He poured the drinks and waited for an answer.

Admiral Windgate smiled a tight predatory grin. “The public already knows of the piracy against us. We will activate reserve troops and begin recruiting for crewmen as well as pilots for new squadrons. Most of the reserves will stay on ships assigned to their home planets, while we pull regular crewmen from ships to man the station. I feel I can rotate thirty percent of our regular line forces through the station without losing anything. The reservist are decently trained, if we keep the majority of them close to home their moral will stay decent.”

“ We can even ask for New Republic assistance and point them at the pirates that refuse to work with us.” Markaz knew any military aid would be slow in the coming, so did the others by the looks on their faces. This was just as well considering the plot they were hatching. “Recruiting new forces will allow us to request defensive spending increases. We have plenty of evidence of the piracy in and around our system. That same evidence will give the propaganda department plenty of ammunition for a recruiting campaign.”

After pouring the drinks and handing them out the governor raised his crystal tumbler high “to the opening of operation Sanctuary Island and the demise of piracy in our sector.” The glasses clinked together and the whiskey slide down three throats in a liquid fire that did not quite match the ambitions of the trio.

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Jas Mentar, Jedi Master
Jedi Academy
Yavin

Bless the Maker, she did love sitting and watching events in community rooms. People watching, she called it. Taking the last sip of her tea, Jas saw a young girl who seemed to be making her way towards the table.

Jas nodded her head in recognition of the respect given to her and listened as the girl bubbled over her words.

“Master Mentar, the two people Mara Jade sent word about have arrived.”

She pointed towards two very …different…yes, different looking individuals.

“I guess they did not eat on the last leg of their journey here. The human seems a little reluctant, if I may say so. Why is she not excited?"

Jas had stood and saw the two visitors scanning the room for a place to sit. She lightly touched the girl’s arm, "Yes, I see. Thank you for your help. I’ll go to them now.” She paused a moment, “People are different, my dear. Everyone sees something different. Feels differently. Watch people. How they react to certain words, or the different definitions and uses of other words…” She stopped, “Oh, my…I’m giving you a lecture.” Jas laughed, “No break for you, sorry about that. We’ll talk later, poppet.”

Jas made her way toward the two loners, still looking for a table to sit at.

Jas gave them a bow, introducing herself, “Good morning, I am Jas Mentar. I will be helping you while Master Skywalker is away. Please sit. Enjoy your meal. Let me get a fresh cup of caf and I’ll join you.”

[sharyntyre]

Izrafel, fringe
Maze Ak’Tor, fringe
Yavin, Jedi Academy

Dark brown eyes glanced around the room, offering a crocked cocky grin to those who met her eyes. She did not have any thing to offer to the speculations going on so did not speak to those in line around them. More than one of the young men among the diners earned a second, lingering glance with a slightly different smile. She asked for samples of almost everything with plain water and then stood near by waiting for Maze.

The white and gold fur covered alien came to her side with two plates piled mostly with a couple of different types of meat. They stood looking around for a space for two, or a welcoming smile. Maze let out a low warning growl that was not translated causing Izrafel to turn to see the white haired woman approach stopping to bow introducing herself.

“Good morning, I am Jas Mentar. I will be helping you while Master Skywalker is away. Please sit. Enjoy your meal. Let me get a fresh cup of caf and I’ll join you.”

Izrafel and Maze gave a bow in return and the human female spoke for them “This is Maze Ak’Tor and I am Izrafel Inari, we are honored by your welcome Jedi Mentar.”

The huge furred alien motioned towards a long table occupied by a Bothan and Twi’lek in Jedi robes on the far end. Izrafel gave a nod of agreement and sat down facing the doors into the mess hall. Maze sat down opposite blocking part of her view and the two dove into their plates with passion.

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Jas Mentar, Jedi Master
Jedi Academy
Yavin

She chuckled softly as they dived into their meals. Interesting partnership. Very interesting story. She gave them a moment or two to get their bellies filled before she started. The discussions concerning them had been focused on the bad time they had had up till now. They were to be gently initiated and for a change, assigned to a specific Master for beginners training. Questions were asked. Would this be seen as special treatment? Did they have the aptitude of training? Why were they coming on their own and not being introduced? What was their background? Perfectly reasonable questions, from reasonable people. Cautious people.

Jas saw in their faces, her new students an almost, the edge of hopelessness in the guise of bravado. Strength. Fighters. They didn’t care what others thought of them. Jas knew that would have to change. They needed to be aware of others as they controlled their own insecurities. And they would do it together. Yes, another argument. Two older initiates with one Master? She knew the reasons why and agreed. It took only the kindness of Master Skywalker to brush away their comments.

As she saw the speed of their forks slow down, she lifted her cup and sipped her tea, finishing, “Now, I have a plan for you that I think you’ll be good with. I’d like you to get comfortable and explore the school. Instead of dormitories, I’ve arranged for you to have connecting rooms.” She stopped to take another sip of her tea, “Nothing very special, but we want you to get a feel for things before we drop you into training?”

She stood and looked for the young girl…..yes, there she was. Jas waved her over.

“If you don’t mind, would you escort Izrafel and Maze to their rooms when they have finished. Show them the facilities.” She watched to see if they were listening. Oh, yes…it didn’t matter that their eyes were still down, they were listening. “Answer any questions they have. I’ll clear you with classes.” She stood and looked down at the two newest student, “I welcome you. If you have any questions or requests, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

[catwmnjedi]

Zephra Juul
Jedi Academy
Yavin


Zephra silently cursed to herself, hurriedly marching toward the dining hall. She hated being late, why had Kelos made her late? Of course she would blame it on him, even though her rationale was… irrational. Now she’d have to walk in with everyone eating and no doubt students would stare. Or worse, the masters would be displeased that she couldn’t keep a schedule.

She passed a young male Trianii apprentice who smiled and said, “Don’t worry, there’s plenty of food left.”

Zephra merely grinned in response, keeping a rapid pace. Finally reaching the dining hall door, she paused to collect herself, then slowly entered, trying not to draw attention. Keeping her eyes down, she selected some fruit and a caf from the serving table, then sat down at a table near the back. She finally looked up to see the other members at the table staring back, all of them less than 12 years old. One started to giggle and whispered to her neighbor.

Sighing, Zephra bit into a piece of fruit and said nothing. She had gone from a confident, assertive, skilled young woman, to feeling awkward and out of place like a teenager. Something deep inside had convinced her coming to train as a Jedi apprentice was part of her destiny, but now the doubts began creeping in.

[sharyntyre]

Izrafel stopped eating when the woman began speaking and found it hard to look up to meet her face, let alone her eyes. She looked up enough to see the small Twi’lek girl came over and was assigned to them. Maze stopped eating at that, turning to look at the Jedi Master to see if she was joking. The big furred humanoid shrugged and went back to finishing his meal. Never leave a meal unfinished; it may be your last.

Izrafel stood up then gave a small bow to the woman “I have a million questions, but my friend has advised patience. I am sure our guide” she paused and bowed to the delicate featured child “will provide as much illumination as we need until the instructors and Masters feel we are ready,” she paused again and glanced to Maze who sat watching from the corner of his eyes “ or even worthy of training.”

She turned to the Jedi robed little girl and offered a friendly smile “We have not yet had the honor of hearing this young Jedi’s name.” Izrafel thought the girl blushed, but it was difficult to be sure with her skin tones. Green as a…. stop it.

The child’s eyes twinkled as if she were trying not to laugh and opened her mouth to reply. She stopped and turned to eye Jedi Mentar, the girl straightened to stand at attention and smiled “my name is Sei'taer. It means one-who-has-gained-honor on the world I was” she stopped to glance at the white haired woman “the world I was from before the Jedi found me.”

Izrafel looked closely at the girl, but she wore a smiling alien mask unfamiliar to her. There was much being left unsaid, and it was none of her business. Glancing around the room, she could not help noticing a woman sitting among children a little older than their guide. “Who is that” popped out of her mouth before she could think about it. At the table Maze chuckled at his companion, even as his eyes followed to where she pointed.

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"Ahem," Zephra let out as she stared at the children sharing a private joke, no doubt at her expense. The pair stopped giggling and stared at her again, struggling to control themselves.

"Hasn't any of your masters told you it's rude to gossip about others?" Zephra looked as though she was upset, but in reality she was having a bit of fun. Before they could reply, she crossed her arms about her chest and continued, "How about you share some useful information with me instead. Who are the visitors sitting with Master Jas? Don't look!"

All of them fought the temptation to turn their heads to Master Jas' table. "Newcomers, of course," one boy explained the obvious. "They say Mara Jade discovered them."

Zephra smiled and finally glanced at the newcomers. It was nice to see she wouldn't be the newbie of the Temple anymore. A part of her was desperate to hear of news from beyond Yavin... not public info from the holonet, but more interesting news. Maybe the newcomers had some good stories to tell.

"Any names?" she asked, only to receive a shaking of heads "no" in unison.

"Hmm... it appears you all might want to brush up on your investigative skills," she teased. "But thank you for letting me sit at your table today. I'm Zephra... I don't think I've met most of you yet." The children took turns introducing themselves, and the young woman nodded her head in a slight bow to each in turn.

When she glanced up again, her eyes inadvertently fell to the table Kelos was sitting at with some of the other Jedi Knights. She caught him staring back, as he flashed another suspicious crooked grin. What appetite she gained from the workout faded quickly, and she shifted her seat and position so not to face him directly.

"You don't like Kelos, do you Zephra," one of the more observant students commented.

"Was I that obvious... sorry."

The boy who knew about the newcomers, Tobi, piped in. "You have to at least respect him. He's one of the promising ones - the masters like him. I've never seen anyone besides Master Skywalker and Kyp Durron so skilled at lightsaber duels."

"I know," Zephra groaned. "He often reminds me." Maybe when you're older, you'll understand..., she thought privately.

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Sin Acoma
Coco Town
Coruscant

“Who are these guys?” Sin whispered stopping to catch her breath. “Who are these guys?” Two very fast, very good individuals following her since she left the restaurant. Bending over, back to the wall, she placed her hands on her knees and breathed deeply. In your nose, out your mouth. One. Two. Three. She caught a quick look at her new shoes. Damn! Winston is going to kill her. He’d let her borrow them for tonights dinner. His prototype…no back up. “Who are these guys?”

She looked around the corner and saw them standing about a block away. Waiting for a sound to hone in on her position. She leaned back and closed her eyes. Well….she had nothing. Shoes. Dress. Hat. Purse. She didn’t even put a little something in that purse.

Continuing to breath – the next dash was coming – Sin pieced together the events of the night. Invite from Morgan this afternoon. New place. Off-world delicacies. Good chief. Visited Winston for an outfit. Saw his new shoes. Public transport to restaurant – Elegance Abounds – Morgan at the door waiting. Dinner was ok. She hated fussy things. Hated to be kowtowed to because of what she could do. Morgan was overly polite. Sweet. She hated sweet men. It wasn’t long before she was asking herself why she had come to dinner with him. When dessert came, she felt limp, bored and suddenly uncomfortable.

Now, above her head she could hear transports going back and forth, but here on the street level, she was going to have to get creative to get out. The alleyway she stood in had nothing to offer. No garbage. No homeless. Damn! The Republic. Old or New. Clean up the streets! Ha!

Sin looked around the building again…yep…still there. Ahead of her she saw another alleyway, but what was beyond? She bent over and ripped the skirt of her dress slipped her shoes off and left them on the ground. Oh, Winston, I’m sorry she prayed, as she made the dash. Small bits of trash on the ground, rocks and bits of glass….damn the Republic! Where were the street cleaners! She ran. There was no way the goons were going to miss her running…they were right behind her. Who were these guys? Turning the corner, she fully expected a wall. Something impassable, of course. Much to her surprise the alley lead into a busy intersection. Now if only she could make it….

The steps behind her seemed to be getting close, so she pushed on a little more speed. Her back was killing her and for some reason it burned. It felt…strange. But she picked up speed and all of a sudden things were a blur. Sin was afraid. She didn’t know how to stop. Her feet and legs were on fire. Her breath was low almost non-existent as her eyes grew larger with her fear.

Then the world crashed. Headlong into some off-worlder carrying a sack or bag of goods. She careened into him as the speed of her body blew them both back across the next street and into the front window of a closed shop. But they stopped. Laying there, the goons out of her mind, Sin was thankful of being alive. Afraid of what happened and more than anything, she wanted to know who those guys were?

[sharyntyre]

Izrafel, Maze, Sei'taer,
Jedi Academy
Yavin




Jedi Mentar gave the new comer a soft amused grin; Izrafel hoped the woman was not mocking her. Sei’taer wore a smile when she spotted who had captured the new comer’s attention. The Twi’lek glanced up to the Master and received a nod and slightly wider grin.

“That is Zephra Juul, she is fairly new here.” Sei’taer cocked her head slightly and eyed first Izrafel and then Maze who had finished his meal. “I bet you guys end up being friends, you have a lot in common.”

Izrafel ran the name through the hard drive in my mind but did not find any references to the woman. “I could swear I have seen her somewhere.”

Maze Ak’Tor growled and woofed into his translator “perhaps she worked for one of our rivals before becoming a Jedi.” The huge furred alien stood then policed both their trays and took them to far end of the room, near the serving line, where people were stacking their dirty dishes. The Coynite looked at the mess and wrinkles his nose; they too would end up with KP duties. The silver streaks and splotches of color in his fur caught the light as he returned, the effect made it look like lightening played across his white and gold fur covered body. Some of the younglings stared and whispered to each other as he passed them.

Izrafel gave a small shrug, what ever her former ties; the woman was now training to be Jedi, just like them. Her first instinct was the woman could be a potential friend, even without knowing anything more than her name.

Jedi Mentar gave the smallest of shrugs “You have similar histories, she could use a friend as well.” The small Twi’lek girl gave a firm nod of her head to the Master’s statement.

Izrafel thought she detected a hidden meaning in those words, but she let it pass. “If you are done with us, for now, I’d like to start meeting my fellow students.” Dark brown eyes glanced to the right and up to catch Maze’s eyes “what about you my friend.”

Growling and barking came from the big humanoid and he waved a fur covered paw in a wide arc. “I wish to explore around the school and learn where things are.”

Sei’taer gave a nod smiling from ear to ear “come then, Maze Ak’Tor, I will show you all that I can. Your friend is safe among us.’

Maze shook his head taking his eyes from Izrafel to the small Twi’lek. How did she know what I was thinking and feeling? He reached up to scratch his head, and then gave a shrug. Jedi mind tricks, though he had not expected such from one so young.

Jedi Mentar spoke up with a small smile of pride “Sei’taer has an uncanny ability with Empathy. You must watch your thoughts and emotions closely to keep them hidden from her. We’ve taught her it is wrong to just rummage around in people’s mind, but sometimes her curiosity is stronger than her sense of duty and honor.” The white haired woman reached down to gently clasp the girl’s shoulder “she has tremendous potential and is learning her lessons well.”

The green skinned child shifted from foot to foot, uncomfortable with being the object of the conversation. She could not help adding a comment with Master Mentar stopped speaking. “It is almost impossible to not hear things when people are shouting in their minds” big glue eyes glanced around between the three adults “most people thinking loudly, I try not to invade their privacy. I do.”

Again the white haired woman pat the child on the shoulder “I know, we know Sei’taer. Be a good girl and show Maze Ak’Tor around the temple.”

The little green girl gave the Jedi a bow and then turned to the giant furry alien to reach up and take hold of his left paw. “come with me. I will start with your rooms and then we can go around the rest of the school.”

Maze looked down at the little child, with her tiny hand wrapped around two of his fingers and woofed a small laugh as she lead him out of the mess hall.

Izrafel smiled watching the pair of them leave, only a tiny bit uncomfortable without him at her side. She turned to give the Jedi another bow “if there is nothing else you wish of me at this time, I shall start making new friends.”

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Sin Acoma
Coco Town
Coruscant

When she and the landing bag finally were able to stand again, she apologized in a constant stream. Someone had called the local boys in blue and Sin found a comm-link to get help.

“The Edroy.”

“Andy? It’s Sin Acoma.”

“Ms. Acoma. Good evening.”

“Andy…not so good. I need transport and credits. Lots of credits. In cash.”

“Of course. If you will give me your location, I’ll be right down.”

Sin paused, “No….not you. You stay there. Keep your eyes out for two big guys. Both human, I think. One has a birthmark or shadow on the left side of his neck. I’m…I’m not sure. Something’s going on and I’m not sure how I got into it. Prep the ship and get the kitties on the move.”

“Right away.”

“Andy…some one you trust. You copy?”

“Yes…I…copy.” Sin could hear the smile in his voice. So tolerant of her and her quirks.

“Ok, I’m on the corner of…..”

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Jas Mentar, Jedi Master
Jedi Academy
Yavin

With their guests and new trainees properly seen to, Jas made the rounds. She observed groups talking and eating. Some discussion about…parsecs? Yes, parsecs and…..oh….Han Solo and parsecs. She chuckled. Nodded to a few teachers who rose when she approached. Possibly looking to talk and “catch up” on the gossip. She shook her head slowly. Zephra had been having some difficulties of late…watching her for a moment, she looked in charge right now. Jas was happy for that.

Leaning against the door was Master Jedi T’Pau. An attractive man, but his narcissistic presentation always turned her off. She didn’t care to speak with him. He was too complicated in even the simplest things. She veered towards the main door and headed for her office. Outside the door waited two teachers. She waved them in as she grew closer.

“Please sit. Ms. Ablemar, your class was going to tour the older ruins with Master Skywalker today, yes?” She nodded as the teacher described the plan.

“Yes, I see. Well that will have to be put off until he returns. As a substitute why not head over to the library – some free time in the history section. I can ask one of the older Jedi Knights to meet you there if there are questions the children have that you can not answer?”

Ablemar was quite happy with that and asked if by chance Master T’Pau was free.

Jas found that curious, but indicated she would find out. Ablemar rose as the second instructor….

Several hours later, Jas finished with the official duties her position required and was ready to begin some training with her own Padawan – Jarred. But first Master T’Pau.

He walked in, why did always see him as a rooster with his chest puffed out, took a chair and cleared his throat. A sure sign of a long talk.

“Jas… I was wondering, where you could use me while Luke is gone?”

She had been with Master Skywalker now for more than half of her life and still did not find it comfortable to call him – Luke. Master T’Pau…Jas couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t call him Luke.

“Yes, please. Ms. Ablemar had a group going to the old ruins with Master Skywalker, but I suggested she take them to historical section of the library. Could you assist her with any questions?”

“Yes. It will be my pleasure.” He stood, “I’ll go right to it.” Leaving without a by-your-leave.

She wanted to….but Jarred’s head popped in and his smile pushed away any mean thoughts.

“There you are! Good, let’s get to it…”

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Izrafel
Yavin Academy
to Cat

Izrafel walked over the table where Zephra Juul sat with young Jedi students half her age, stopping a polite few feet from invading their conversation. She was close enough to hear one of the younglings speaking of someone in comparison with Skywalker and Duron in terms of Lightsaber skills. Her target groaned about the man rubbing it in and the conversation faded.

For the first time since deciding to come to Yavin, she questioned the wisdom of wearing her Lightfoil. She had earned the weapon, and had done well in the tournaments while in service to house Pelagia. On the other hand, it was known as a ‘rich kid’s toy’ in the Tapani Sector, though rarely to the Saber Rakes face’s. She stood among dozens of Jedi with her generic version of their iconic weapon. She had a sinking feeling her swordsmanship would prove inadequate to their skills with the Force backing their sword arms.

After several seconds Izrafel stepped in closer “Excuse me”, she gave the table of students a shallow bow and then turned to face the woman with the striking purple streak in her hair. Makes her easy to pick out in a crowd she caught herself thinking, even while admiring the effect. Maybe a deep red…

“My name is Izrafel Inari, my guide suggested you and I might hit it off” she gave a small shrug and offered a smile. “I hope I am not interrupting your meal, or lively discussion with these students.” She finished speaking and gave the group another little bow.

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Tyomny Syertse
Cameo by Kyp Duron
Coruscant
Safe house, edge of the Palace District

A plain looking human man of average height, weight and coloring sat facing a trio of NRI officers in what they were calling an informal interrogation. For three hours, they had asked hundreds of questions about the pirates, when and where attacks took place, targets, booty, the whole run down.

They asked as many, if not more questions about his Imperial past. Even the Jedi standing silently in the corner did not detect the half-truths carefully woven into his answers concerning his Imperial connections. Trained to the highest standards he was well over a year into deep cover, it was his truth. They asked the same questions in different words repeatedly. Standard procedures for a soft interrogation, he knew the routine well.

A general outline of said cover documented in the arrest warrants issued by the Empire backed his story. The underworld bounty announcements were a bit more vague but painted a collaborative picture. Having a Jedi say he detected no lies sealed his conditional pardon. The three aliens, a Bothan, Calamari and Twi’lek conversed behind a static field preventing him from hearing their words. The Jedi Kyp Duron wore a small tight smile while fingering the hilt of his Lightsaber.

Tyomny’s hand went up to brush his collarbone gently; there was a small burn there under his shirt and jacket. There is still a burn hole in the jacket as well, he shook his head thankful they had allowed him to dress the small wound and put on a clean shirt. Better to think about the clothes than how close the man had come to sweeping his head off.

Kyp chuckled and pushed away from the wall. “This will be over in a few minutes. I have some business to conduct while I am here. Meet me at the Jedi museum at noon in three days.” He cocked his head to the side if listening to a voice no else could hear, in a way he was. While having the potential, Tyomny had neither control nor understanding of the Force, and the three NRI agents could not touch the Force, or they would already have been shipped off to Yavin. “Yes you can have your blasters back, Coruscant can be a rough planet for a stranger.”

The static field had come down while Kyp spoke and the Twi’lek did not appear happy with what she heard. Her brain tails are twitching like fish out of water the former Imperial thought while carefully repressing a grin.

“Jedi Kyp Duron, surely you do not mean to turn this criminal loose on the capital, armed at that.”

Kyp pushed back the concealing hood to reveal a youthful face with eyes far older than his years. “Tyomny Syertse is under My care, he is to become a Jedi apprentice within the week. This interview will go a long way towards helping the NRI with pirate activity near Bothan space.” The Jedi let that simple fact hang there a few moments and then gave them a small shrug “He has given me his word, and I now give you mine. This man no longer poses a threat to the New Republic and it’s citizens.”

The Jedi turned and eyed the younger man with a cryptic grin “He is eager for training, though he hides it well. For the most part.”

Tyomny bowed low, first to the Jedi than to the tribunal of NRI agents “Truly, it has seemed luck was against me for most of my life. That changed when he raided the outfit I was working with. I did not wish to become an out law; I want to do the right thing. Now I have a chance to be the good guy, I will not spit on the second chance on life lady luck has given me.” He paused and made a point of giving all four people a moment of eye-to-eye contact, then while facing Kyp offered a lopsided grin “besides, if I go back on my word, the Jedi will hunt me down and take my head off like ol’ Pete.”

“There is no luck, only the Force” Kyp replied quietly. The three NRI agents noticed Kyp did not deny the charge he would hunt the man down and behead him. With Kyp’s past a matter of public knowledge, they knew it was no empty threat. Could there be a better crime deterrent?

With a frown the Bothan powered down his data pad and stood “Very well Jedi Duron. We formally release Tyomny Syertse and drop all pirate related charges.” The three stood looking at the pair for a moment and then turned filing out silently.

Ten minutes later, he was armed and free, for the next three and a half days. He only had a little cash on him, but he could access two or three of his accounts from here with little trouble. First thing on the list was a map of the district, then laying hand to more credits so he could afford a decent room for the next few days. A loyal son of the Empire he had always hoped to visit the former Thrown world.

[catwmnjedi]

Zephra
Yavin Academy
to Shar

"Oh," Zephra replied to the graceful woman, "You're not interrupting. Zephra Juul, pleased to meet you." She followed up her head bow by introducing each of the younglings at the table as well, not expecting the poor gal would remember everyone on the first day.

Zephra's senses were only beginning to develop, but she always posessed keen discernment regarding beings - more of her father's extensive training. Izrafel seemed friendly enough, perhaps a slight edge, perhaps an interesting past... something that eluded to a chink in her self-confidence being well masked. Not to deceive, just to overcome. Yes, Zephra felt they might have much in common and her spirits lifted slightly. Having no siblings nor opportunity to spend much time with peers growing up while traveling with her mother, or in her father's organization, left Zephra longing to make a close friend at the Temple. Then there was Kelos - she would have more excuses to ignore him if she had other company.

"The younglings were telling me Master Skywalker has left for awhile. I'm a bit disappointed too... I was looking forward to the tour of the ruins today. Hopefully they'll have something fun in store for us instead." Zephra leaned forward a bit to whisper, "I'm growing rather tired of all the history lessons in the library. Important stuff, I know, but I'm more of an action girl myself," she winked.

They traded more simple pleasantries as Zephra eyed the Lightfoil on Izrafel's hip. "Are you pretty good with that?" the blonde asked sincerely.

[nefertiti]

Sin Acoma
The Edroy
Coruscant

The first class speeder probably left a trail 5 miles long. Andy…Andy…Andy… Never attract attention, when you’ve had a run in with…who did she have a run in with?

Andy had the door open as Sin hopped out of the transport. She past him, twitching his collar…such an young frump, she laughed. Skipping through the foyer on tiptoes, she missed Morgan standing at the bar. She skidded to a stop, looked back at Andy...who shrugged and Sin sighed.

“Morgan? What in the world…”

He turned completely around, slipping something in his hand. “Why I brought this,” her purse appeared, “…back. You must have forgotten it.”

Her back felt like it was on fire. Her head swam for a second then refocused. No I didn’t, she thought. Still tiptoeing, she scooted over to him, “Morgan, thanks.” His eyes looked down at her bloodied feet, up her torn dress and into her eyes. She shrugged, “I…stopped at a party that was…er…a little more than I expected.”

He nodded handing her the purse. “Well, I’ll be off. Good night Sin.”

Son of a....! “G’night, Morgan. And thanks. Andy, see Morgan out please.”

Sin dashed into her suite, hit the refresher and scrubbed her arms, chest and back until the burning was gone - replaced with pain. Real pain. All the while running reasons through her head about why Morgan wanted her …what dead? Why?

Slipping on a dressing gown, Sin opened her secured, private line off-world. To Yavin.

The soft voice answered, “Porter.”

Ah, Porter. “I’m coming. Please notify the Grand Master and obtain clearance for me.”

“He’s gone. I’ll tell the second.”

Interesting. “Understood. Packages?”

“I will check. ETA?”

“A day. Maybe more if you need something.”

There was a slight hesitation, “Trouble?”

“No. Sierra Alpha out.”

[sharyntyre]

Izrafel
Yavin Academy
To Cat

The woman looked up making eye contact, introducing herself in polite words. Her aqua hued eyes making an interesting contrast with the slash of purple in her hair. She gave a seated bow and introduced all of the younger students at the table. The computers tucked into Izrafel’s head taking instant snapshots and filed a name with each face; she would add details about the people to the files as time went on. Izrafel gave each student another little bow as they were named.

Zephra spent a moment filling her in on the conversation up to the point she joined them. She ended with a comment about being an action girl, which earned a firm nod from the new comer. They spent a few moments on the weather and Izrafel’s uneventful flight.

As they spoke, she noticed several of the children kept eyeing the Lightfoil and giving each other meaningful looks. She had little doubt some of them spoke in each other’s minds, and had no desire to hear what they were saying. The question was natural, in any setting, but most especially here and now.

Izrafel’s hand dropped to stroke the rather plain hilt with just a touch of a blush showing on her tan face. Her low scratchy tones carried a hint of the embarrassment she felt. ‘It is not a Lightsaber, but a Lightfoil, from the Tapani Sector.” She spoke a little to quickly and had a feeling similar to explaining transgressions to her father. “I earned the weapon and studied it while in service to House Pelagia. The Saber Rakes made me an honorary member of their Society.”

The blush was easy to see on her face this time, and she was glad Maze was not around to witness her humiliating herself. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly she faced them while keeping her eyes focused just over their heads so she would not have to see the amusement on their faces. “My best efforts earned sixteenth in the annual tournaments. I was eliminated in the second round of the finals rounds of competition." She gave them a small shrug and lopsided grin "I'm no match for Luke Skywalker, maybe not for most of you either."

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Tyomny Syertse
Coruscant
to Nefertiti

Three hours of short skycab rides and long walks, he found the ecumenopolis to be stifling, even oppressive. In many portions of the city, the towers were so tall, so close together it was difficult to be sure you could see the sky above you. The crowds were nearly overwhelming. While he had always heard Imperial Center was over populated, there could be no way for the mind to fully comprehend that statement without witnessing the planet first hand. Walking among thousands of strangers and aliens, he was not sure he understood yet.

In this one neighborhood, called Coco Town he encountered more alien species than he could name and stopped counting new ones well past fifty. Millions of lighted signs in almost as many hues and shades advertised a plethora of goods and services, most in several languages beyond basic. While being open minded and liberal in his believes about non-humans, for an Imperial, he could not repress a shudder at the thought of visiting one of the many pleasure houses he came across. Some things just should not be.

With no doubts in his mind about Coruscant being a city, a whole planet, that one could say “the city that never sleeps” he was tired. A short battle followed by defeat, and capture at Lightsaber point, a short talk and long flight, followed by another much longer conversation, followed by three hours of wandering the city. Glancing down at the chrono on his wrist, he shook his head and muttered “at 0200 hour GST.”

All in all a long and eventful day, food and rest climbed to the top of his list of things to do. Following local custom he nudged his way through the stream of beings until he was at the edges of the flow of traffic. Once on the fringes, it was all right to stop moving, or at least there was much less chance of others being offended by your obstructing the constant flow of people. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the cheap data pad that contained maps of district. Once he was able to identify where he was, it only took a few seconds to find a good spot. Tyomny committed the simple directions to memory and then powered the unit back down. Shoving the map back into the pocket of his well wore flight jacket he moved into the flow of traffic heading back the way he had come.

Tyomny approached The Edroy, one of the better full service hotels within easy walking distance of where he had stood. Blue-gray eyes scanned the beings flowing in and out of the place, without glancing down; he knew his clothing was on the shabby side for the place. He hoped a pile of cash would make up for it, with a small smile he decided to get new threads too.

Once through the doors he feet tugged him towards the bar, but he went to the reservations kiosk first. A protocol droid jerked into motion when he came to a stop. “Good evening sir, welcome to The Edroy. How long do you wish to stay and…”

Without waiting Syertse pulled out a fist full of credits, dropped them on the counter top, and began stacking them in a neat pile. The droid stopped in mid sentence, for a two second pause. “I need a quite room for three nights.”

The droid tilted his head and began tapping on the keyboard “I see you are paying cash.” The droid looked up “room twelve seventy three. That is twelve floor, room seventy three sir.” The droid gave him a total, forcing him to reach back into a pocket for another dozen credits.

At the bar, Tyomny told the bartender to bring him her favorite drink with one for herself and asked to see a menu. He took a seat that gave him a good view of the enterence, and lift shaft as well as a good portion of the bar. The refreshers and emergency exit were behind him to the left. Always mark the exits. The red skinned Twi’lek came back with two shot glasses toasted a generous patron and knocked the drink back as if sipping water. She closed her eyes leaning her head back and let out a quite belch, followed by a sigh of contentment.

Tyomny replied with polite words for a gracious host and mimicked her move. It took all the self-control he possessed to keep from spitting the stuff out. Beads of sweat popped up on his head as liquid fire seared his mouth and throat falling and igniting an inferno until it hit his belly. With what felt like an eruption in his guts a frigged blast of cold worked it’s way through his body leaving his mouth in a belch. Goose bumps spread down his arms as he glared at the grinning bartender.

“Care for another good sir” she asked in teasing tones.

“Not even at gun point” he shook his head and tossed another handful of credits onto the bar “but thank you for almost killing me. Please bring me a half liter of the best beer in the house.”

The bartender laughed as she scrapped the credits off the bar. With her empty hand she punched a hidden control button and a holo menu popped up before the human. “The bar menu is limited sir. If you require a full healthy meal I recommend taking your drink to the restaurant.”

Blue gray eyes scanned the list quickly “just bring the appetizer sample platter over for now please.” She gave him a friendly nod moved down the bar briefly and reappeared with a frothy mug of almost florescent green ale. The human lifted the mug to catch the light through it and then set it back down to allow the foam to settle a little. His eyes continued to scan the crowd though without seeing much of it. Plans and contingencies floated through his mind as he thought about his assignment, and his destiny.

OOC: I got a little carried away.

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OOC: Yes, you did....:wink:

Jas Mentar, Jedi Master
Jarred Fedra, Padawan
Jedi Academy
Yavin


The snap of the practice stick bounced off the walls of the room. Back and forth. Jabs, swing and taps - a bit on the sharp side - were exchanged between Jas Mentar and her Padawan Jarred.

Jas was so proud of him. He was genuinely good. As another fwap made the mark. Her brow was speckled with small beads of sweat and soon she would be dangerously close to loosing. She smiled. He was good.

Jarred found the physical side of learning to most rewarding. Oh, not putting his Master into a dither…one of her favorite old people words….but, Jarred paused, but the feeling as the Force, and it had to be the Force tickled him inside then reached out and pulled all of his parts tightly together. His momentary distraction earned him the next fwap, as Master Mentar struck behind his knees causing them to bend slightly. He took advantage of it and finished the bend, rolling to the side. Leaping up and jabbing her mid section. With a speed only the Force could provide, he pulled the simple jab all the way right - a non-defendable move as Jas Mentar ‘s left knee went out and she hit the ground.

Jarred’s face went into shock as he realized what he had done. Running to her side, he sputtered, “Master Mentar. I’m …I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean…”

She raised her hand to stop him. Turning her face to him, he saw the smile. A proud smile. She ran her hand down his cheek, wiping the beginning tears away. “No, my friend. It was perfect. But tell me,” she asked, “where did you learn that? You were completely involved…something only much older practitioners do, how did you do it?”

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Sin Acoma
The Edroy
Coruscant


While she waited for the call back, Sin caught up on her mail and sipped a glass of muja juice drink. Not for everyone, she found its taste refreshed her mouth as it touched the taste buds. Really quite enjoyable. Leaning back, she dropped her hand down to scratch behind…but no. They were already onboard. She missed the company of her cats. But only for a minute.

Andy strode in, leaned over her desk console and focused the vid on a man. Sin stretched closer. At least she thought it was a man.

“Not someone we would normally take in,” he cocked his head, “but he had a lot of credit.”

Sin owned the Edroy. For years. She’d taken the top three floors for her own personal use and hired a management company to run the rest…all 93 floors as it wished. Somehow, they’d gotten the idea that a posh-posh hotel was the best business and the Edroy became someplace to stay a night in town. Hid from a wife or husband. Have an affair. Throw a party you didn’t need to clean up after. It was all fine. Over time Sin learned to people watch. With vids on every floor, every room, residents who made her feel funny were watched closing.

Andy continued, “After your adventure this evening, I thought I’d bring him to your attention.”

She touched his arm and nodded. “Yes, I see your point. Suggestions?”

He smiled back at her, “A drink?”

Sin sighed, “Do I have to?” He shrugged, “Do you want to know?” He brought his right hand out. Over it was draped a caftan of red and gold. She pouted as she took it and slipped it over her black unitard.

“I guess so.”

Not many outside of her own circle knew her by face. Certainly not in any other way either. So walking into the bar, she was just another customer. She slipped into the stool two down from the…man. Well, the male of the species anyway.

The barkeep looked her way, “Cleaen. House is fine.”

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Zephra and Kelos
Yavin Temple
to Izrafel


The blonde smiled at the undeserved compliment. “Oh no, don’t assume that I’m better at dueling. Even some of these guys could give me a run right now. I’m a late bloomer with the Force, I’m afraid. I’m still trying to get past Level 2 on the remotes,” she humbly admitted. “But it would be nice to have a sparring partner sometime,” her vivid eyes brightened. “Perhaps we could ask Master Jas if she would allow it, under supervision of course.”

Before Izrafel had a chance to respond, Kelos swooped over to butt in on the conversation. He was met with more than a few annoyed looks from the younglings at the table. Kelos made it no secret he detested working with kids, and they didn’t appreciate the way he treated Zephra either. “So Zeph… you’re truly itching to spar?” He moved close enough for his hot breath to brush her ear and whispered sarcastically, “Funny, you weren’t in the mood earlier.” He ignored Zephra’s returning dagger stare and turned to address the new student. “I’d be happy to assist with any lessons on a real lightsaber… Izrafel, right?”

Next it was Zephra’s turn to interrupt. “With all due respect, Jedi Kelos, nobody asked you.” She was tired of his treatment of fellow students, especially his patronizing tone with all the females. Being devastatingly handsome did not give him the right to demean anyone.

The Jedi Knight returned a playful smirk, the one that tempted Zephra into losing her temper. “Fine. Then I won’t offer to show you both the ruins in Master Skywalker’s absence.” He waved them off as if he was royalty waving off servants. “Guess you can join the younglings in the library. Have fun with that,” Kelos snickered and returned to his colleagues, who proceeded to shake their heads in mock admonition at his continued efforts to pick up one of the new gals.

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Maze Ak’Tor, Sei’taer
Various NPC
Yavin, Jedi Academy

The small green skinned Twi’lek lead Maze out of the dinning hall and through a few passageways of rough stonework. A combination of natural sunshine and glow bulbs strung up high on the walls provided lighting. The accommodations were located on the third floor; they were fairly small, with a connecting door between them and separate doors to the hallway. The Coynite was surprised to see a bed mattress big enough for a being his size, one of the rooms had a few extra bits of furniture including a dressing table and full length mirror. Little doubts that one was reserved for his companion.

From there, she took him to the Library to find Jedi Tionne and Jedi Kam Solusar, their names whispered into his mind by the big-eyed girl. The pair stood just inside the door for a moment to listen to the two instructors take turns in teaching a dozen students about the history of Lightsaber combat. Holographic imagery came from a compact cube shaped device illustrating the two Jedi Knight’s points. Maze Ak’Tor cocked his large shaggy head and listened closely until a tug on his right hand told him that his guide was ready to move on.

Back in the corridors, she spoke explaining the holocrons and a little bit about how they worked. Maze thought the devise a brilliant and farsighted adaptation of technology. An interactive instructor that somehow sensed what a student was ready to learn, and what was beyond them. Sei’taer did not know how the holocrons did that, only that they did.

Next came a quick walk through two of the barracks chambers, followed by the commons room and three different indoor training chambers. Another walk down a side passage took them to a steep dimly lit stairwell for a spiraling decent. The youngling kept quite about their destination until they arrived at the grotto with it’s natural hot spring large enough to hold over a dozen. She said the pool was used to aid meditation and easy the aches and pains of training. The big furry new comer had a feeling he would be spending a lot of time in the steamy pool. Sei’taer let out a little chuckle and warned him about the occasional bubbles of hot gasses.

Keeping a firm hold on the huge furred paw the small Twi’lek tugged his hand again. “Come, if you can handle a long climb I will share with you a beautiful view.” The child seemed to almost bounce up the stairs effortlessly matching the tall humanoid’s two-steps-at-a-time accent.

Maze Ak’Tor chuckled and then growled and woofed briefly. “Lead me where you desire young Jedi Sei’taer.” A small smile played across his lips as they made their way up and out of the mammoth temple. To the side of the main enterence, large enough to allow multiple star fighters to fly in and out of, was a steps of stairs cut into the huge stones of the outer facing of the pyramid.

Large watery blue eyes looked up, and up to the summit of the temple. The inner set of eyelids blinked rapidly a few times. “I may need to catch my breath, but I can see the view will be all that you implied” the translator vocalized his speech in basic. With that the nearly eight foot tall mixed blood humanoid took the first step up, tugging his guide into motion for a change.

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Izrafel
Yavin, Jedi Academy
to Cat

Zephra’s response was polite and well spoken, the woman made a point of down playing her skills to the point of saying some of the younglings give her a good match. She mentioned getting approval from Master Jas for them to spar with a twinkle in her eyes.

She opened her mouth to respond to the casual invitation to spar with the woman but a tall brown haired Jedi interrupted her. Very easy on the eyes, Izrafel let a dimpled grin slide onto her face as she watched him move. Strong, agile, confidant. He moved in arrogantly invading the blond woman’s personal space and his whispered tones sounded slightly mocking to Izrafel’s ears. The small dark haired woman’s grin faded as he continued. He and spun to turn his dark blue eyes on her, not making any effort to hide the fact he was looking her over. He offered to teach her the Lightsaber the innuendo in his tones were clear to her ears.

The blond with the purple streak responded before the sharp words forming on Izrafel’s tongue could reach her lips. Zephra was polite, yet firm in letting him know he had butted in uninvited and unwanted. The blonde’s tones said she was nearing the end of her patients with the man. The computer in her head took a snap shot of the man, filing the name Kelos along with the notes. Very good looking, knows it. Arrogant, pompous and rude. Good with the Lightsaber?

Kelos responded in a haughty fashion claiming he was going to show them favor, but now they could study history with the children instead. He turned his back on them returning to his table of cronies.

Izrafel made eye contract with Zephra and rolled her brown eyes towards the ceiling. Pitching her tones to be overheard at the table the man sat with his friends. “Have the Jedi forgotten chivalry and manners.” With her back turned to Kelos and his friends, she gave her companions a wink “Zephra, my new friend. Would you please be so kind as to introduce me to a real man who is also a good duelist.”

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Tyomny Syertse
Coruscant
To Sin

Self-control kept him from retreating when the bartender brought the appetizer platter out. With a small smile at his reaction the Twi’lek gave him a wink and assured him none of it was lethal to his biology. Tyomny gave her another frosty grin then took a bite of the least appealing item on the plate. Thankfully, it tasted much better than it looked, he ordered a refill and settled in to eat. Nothing on the plate was offensive, though the slightly florescent noodles were left alone after a single taste. Not terrible, but not something he would eat again unless starving.

People came and went several species as well as dozens of humans. He recognized Gotals, Devaronians, Bothan, Calamari, and of course Twi’leks. There are a couple of furred beings and reptilian sorts that made him feel slightly uneasy, but no one bothered him. He was nearly finished with his improvised meal when someone caught his attention.

From one of the elevators a single woman approached the bar. She wore a crimson and gold robe of some sort, hiding everything except her hands and face. Black hair fell and straight down her back and startling purple eyes that looked over the room as she took a seat two down from him and ordered the house draft.

Local and a regular? Tyomny carefully wiped the tomat juice from lips, chin and fingers and then tossed the napkin on top of the plate. Taking up his half mug of ale, he got up and moved towards the robed woman. He put on an urban smile “excuse me” he spoke as he came to a stop just out of arms reach from her. When she turned and looked at him he went on.

“Good evening, my name is Tyomny Syertse. May I have the pleasure of buying you a round, and a few minutes conversation.”

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Sin Acoma
The Edroy - Bar
Coruscant


She leaned her head towards him, bent her elbow on the bar and placed her chin in the palm of her right hand answering, “Of course, Mr. Syertse. I’m Singh Acoma”

The barkeep had looked over, “Cleanen, please.” She told him, then asked Mr. Syertse, “New to Coruscant?”

He didn’t twitch or fiddle. He was composed and sure. Polite. Almost …graceful as he took the chair next to her. Actor? Dancer? Artist? Warning bells were not going off in her head. Her skin wasn’t itching. The barkeep set the round, short glass at her fingertip. She took a sip.

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Zephra
Yavin Temple
to Izrafel

Izrafel asked Zephra if there was another real man around that would make a good duelist, just loud enough for Kelos to hear. Kelos seemed to ignore it, leaving the dining hall with his friends.

"Hmm," Zephra replied, scanning the room. She still didn't know many of the students, not spending time outside of training and classes with any of them. All her free time had been spent either in the library or with the remotes in the training rooms. "Well, there is Master T'Pau. He's the youngest Master I've seen. Not bad on the eyes either," she lowered her voice and winked. "But I don't really know about his saber skills - I guess I assume they must be decent for him to make rank so early in life." She shrugged. "Ah well, who needs a man anyway... especially here. There are loftier persuits for us at the moment." Zephra hoped to herself her words could convince her own mind. Prior weaknesses landed her in plenty of trouble in the past. The affair with her father's chief bodyguard, a man ten years her senior, was perhaps the most infamous of her poor choices in life.

Everyone at the table began to stand, the younglings preparing to head for the library. Tobi moved beside Zephra and asked, "Coming to the library with us again? I overheard that Master T'Pau might even be giving a lecture today."

Zephra's eyebrow raised with interest. She would like to know more about the phenom Jedi Master, despite the rumors of his ego rivaling Kelo's ego. The blonde smiled once again at Izrafel. "Shall we join them?"

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T’Pau S'chn T'gai, Jedi Master
Old Ruins
Yavin

“Yes, please. Ms. Ablemar had a group going to the old ruins with Master Skywalker, but I suggested she take them to historical section of the library. Could you assist her with any questions?”

He thought about her snotty remark as he made his way towards the library. Yavin 4 was a treasure trove of secret caches and mysterious writing. It always made him feel powerful to be able to claim them as a part of his heritage. His culture. Jedi.

Ahead he could hear children excited talking. She certainly didn’t have them under control. But he would see to that. As he rounded the corner, he saw a number of children pulling data pads off the shelves. The woman Ablemar was ignorant of the value.

“Stop!” He shouted. Scaring not only the children, but the teacher as well. A teacher lacking in grace and style. A teacher who clearly found him a suitable match.

She clapped her hands to get the students attention all the while watching him out of the corner of her eye. He right hand pushed at a straggling piece of hair. For the most part now undone and untidy. Something she knew he would frown upon.

“Class…Master T’Pau has come to help us with our studies today. Please thank him for his time.”

In unison, there were short, long and less than adequate bows given. Yes, he thought, much to be done with this group.

Jutting his chin out, T’Pau began, “I understand you were scheduled for some exploration to the old ruins?” Little heads nodded…eyes wide. “I’m here to escort you through them. Gather,” his hands flapped in space, “you’re personal items.” And when they seemed to slow or confused, “Be quick about it. Ms. Ablemar, line them up and we‘ll get going.”

With the day almost half gone, it didn’t dawn on the gentle teacher to change the plan, so she led the group behind Master T’Pau single file...little soldiers off to….

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Izrafel
Jedi Temple
To Zephra

The dark perky woman kept grinning when Zephra scanned the dinning room. The blond mentioned a Master T’Pau, but admitting not having any knowledge of his swordsmanship. She shrugged making a joke about no need for a man here, with the grain of truth about more worthwhile goals.

The younglings all stood and Tobi, who appeared to be their spokesman, asked Zephra if she was going with them. The blond in turn asked her.

Izrafel glanced around, but there was no sign of Maze. She would much rather explore than sit in on a history lesson. On the other hand, it was most likely information she needed, and she wanted to start on the right foot at the temple. It just seemed odd without Maze being close by.

Izrafel gave a small shrug and adjusted her weapons belt. “Sounds like a good chance to meet Master T’Pau. Look you guys; I meant no disrespect to the order, or even Jedi Knight Kelos. His attitude just rubbed me the wrong way.”

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Tyomny Syertse
The Edroy-bar
Coruscant

He settled into the chair next to her and flipped a couple of credits on the bar to cover the woman’s drink. Sin, interesting name he mused taking a sip of ale. She caught the barkeeper’s attention and then asked him a question.

A wry slightly crocked grin stole across his face and he hid behind his mug taking a deep drink while stifling his mirth. His cloudy blue-gray eyes twinkling as he set the mug down on the bar. “I am visiting, passing through really.”

He smiled again and made an expansive wave “I have two days to take in as much of the Capital as I can. What about you, are you a Coruscant native?”

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Sin Acoma
The Edroy - Bar
Coruscant

"Coruscant is home base, so to speak." She laughed softly, "But I get around." She took another sip of her drink, "What's your occupation, if you don't mind my asking?"

She watched him, closely. Still no bad vibs. She was just about convinced that he was harmless...a few more questions. Another drink and she would get ready to leave for Yavin.

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Tyomny Syertse
The Edroy – Bar
Coruscant

Syertse filled the information in his mind, enjoying her soft chuckle. Her next question was natural enough, for a woman. I do mind, but it is a bit late for that now is it not.

Again a wry smile, genuine, and reflected in his eyes as he faced her “You could say I am between occupations. I began my career as a civil servant, fate had other plans for me it seems.” With a slight shrug, he took a drink and had to fight off a yawn. “It has been a long night” he told her shaking his head.

“What about you Sin, must be interesting bouncing around the galaxy with Coruscant as a base” chuckling he add “are you New Republic military?”

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Sin Acoma
The Edroy - Bar
Coruscant

That small creepy feeling began at the nape of her neck. A purely innocent, friendly question and he…cut a breath short….blinked one extra time…no….his pulse jumped. Just once. Just enough. She looked at him, A cautious smile on his face that reached into his eyes. But, what was it?

“Me? No. Not me.” She finished off her drink. “But you‘re looking tuckered in and I‘ve got a few things to take care of.” She put out her hand as she stood, “Nice to met you, Mr. Syertse. I hope you enjoy your stay in the Capital.” She slipped off the stool and gave him a smile.

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Tyomny Syertse
The Edroy – Bar
Coruscant

Something changed in her eyes, fear, no that was ridiculous. Suspicion, and at a higher level than a woman would naturally feel when talking to a stranger. She denied being military, without telling him what she did. She pounded down the rest of the drink she had been sipping. Sin slipped off the bar stool, standing and offering him a handshake.

“Thank you Miss Acoma” he did not bother to ask what business she had at after 0300 GST. He gave her a firm handshake “I could use a guide to show me around and I would enjoy your company. How do lunch and a tour of the Palace and Galactic Museum sound.”

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Sin Acoma
The Edroy - Bar
Coruscant

"At anyother time that would have been delightful. But I'm preparing to go off planet." She tilted her head and put her left hand over his - still holding hers, "Maybe next time?"

Realizing as she did that she not only offered an invitation...which might mean she had to give contact info.....a warm hand, pulse normal....a man's hand...some calluses, strenght, but yes, they were now in suspicious mode.

Funny, she thought how quickly a stranger could change the course of the tide. But after the evenings earlier adventure, Sin wasn't keen on staying on Cooruscant right at this time. She smiled, it would be just her luck to find him as a passenger to Yavin...

Disengaging her hand, she smiled again at her own thoughts and to reassure him of her attention.

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Tyomny Syertse
The Edroy – bar
Coruscant

Her body language and words did not exactly match. She had strong hands, and a firm grip. Tyomny had enough experience with women to hear the silent not bloody likely, when she declined his invitation adding, “maybe next time.”

It seemed to him that many women felt it was a…kindness to tie a small taste of hope into refusing an invitation, instead of just being polite and firm in stating “thank you but I am not interested.” If she was like many of the women he had encountered he would end up leaving a few messages that would never be returned, and if she did answer she would be really busy and dangle out the old “maybe some other time” routine again.

I’ve been there and done that he thought.

He gave a shrug when she let go of his hand and returned her smile “I do not know if I will ever be back here again. Have a good night Miss Acoma, and good luck in your business ventures.”

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Jas Mentar, Jedi Master
Jarred Fedra, Padawan
Jedi Academy
Yavin


Jas and Jarred had taken a pause just sitting on the steps just outside the practice hall. The informality and closeness of the two allowed them to think their own thoughts as they watched the comings and goings in the Academy.

Jas saw Maze heading up the long stairwell to the top pyres. She hated to think of making that long journey, but remembered when she had and the beauty that took control of her when she saw the view from the top.

Off in the far corner, going out a side door from the library, Master T’Pau lead a line of children and the mousey teacher, Ablemar to…a questioning look on her face brought Jarred’s attention.

“Master?“ He asked.

Jas watched as two tag-alongs took up the rear of the line….Izrafel and Zephra…. Jas answered without looking at him, her attention pulled to the children, “No…nothing Jarred. I just… No I’m sure it fine."

She nudged him with her shoulder and the two friends stood, Jas rubbing the small of her back. Jarred collecting their sticks and replacing them in the proper place. For some reason, Jas had a bad feeling about today. In some small corner of her mind, something kept saying…Stop.

She shook it off, “Jarred, go and get cleaned up and I’ll met you in the art rooms. I have a class there today. Pots! We’re going to throw some pots.”

Jarred’s expression showed how deeply he wanted to do just that, but for a second he felt she was worried. He glanced at the last sight of color going out the gate…
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Sin Acoma
The Edroy
Coruscant

“I do not know if I will ever be back here again. Have a good night Miss Acoma, and good luck in your business ventures.”

It was the shrug that did it. That oh, so superior attitude that the male of the species seem to acquire in their childhood that’s supposed to answer all questions. From “Do you love me?” to “Are you ready to die?” Shrug.

She casually strolled away and gave it back to him. Shrug. Thinking that she had wasted her time. No, not wasted. She knew he was up to something…but it didn’t seem to be her. That was just fine. She executed another shrug and headed for the lift.

The floor was empty. What did she expect? The apartment was cold. What did she expect? Too many years had gone by to suddenly wish for something more.

Sin checked her messages. Nothing from Yavin. She would have to wait.

Syertse! Ha! Men!

[catwmnjedi]

Zephra
Yavin

Zephra and Izrafel managed to catch up to the tour leaving the library for the sudden change of plans, touring the ruins. Zephra’s heart sped excitedly as they ventured out of the gate. Since she arrived, she was dying to spend more time outside, rather than confined to the protective walls of the Yavin complex. She’d always loved nature – the beauty of green foliage dotted with color from newly opened blossoms, the peaceful gurgle of a forest brook cutting its way through the forest, the warmth of the mid-day sun on her face as it peeked through the forest canopy. Experiencing nature had been a rare treat growing up, since her father was on the run so much. Most of her formative years were spent aboard spacecraft or in durasteel city towers. It was wonderful to be in a place with plenty of opportunity to soak in the natural.

Master T’Pau seemed indifferent to the older students joining the caravan. Had he even noticed the new gal? Zephra studied the young Master’s every move, memorizing every detail, deciphering the hidden messages exuded in his body language. Clearly arrogant, perhaps some of it justified, he moved through the forest as if one with it, totally attuned to the life forces surrounding him. Zephra excused her intense study of him as an old habit hard to break… profiling. Yet her father had trained her well, very well, for the other students could stare at her constantly and never notice she was doing it. She chose to keep it that way, and not mention even the most casual interest in the teacher to her new friend Izrafel. If she did, the brunette might draw the wrong conclusion. This was only a game to Zephra. Practice.

She glanced back at the Temple compound, admiring its grand walls, imagining all the ancient secrets they held. Something subtle tugged at her psyche. The same thing that tugged at her after her mother’s death, and her father’s. The sensation that reminded her she was meant for more than she was previously led to believe. More than a child from a broken home, more than a skilled fighter and spy, more than an orphan, more than a woman who could walk into a bar and walk out with any man she chose. More than a selfish brat who tried living every day as if there might not be a tomorrow. More, but what? A Jedi? Was that really what she was meant to be? The idea still seemed surreal, even after being at Yavin a couple of weeks. She turned back around and caught Izrafel eyeing her curiously.

The blonde simply smiled and said, “Lovely day for a hike, isn’t it?”

[sharyntyre]

Tyomny Syertse
The Edroy
Coruscant


What did I say Tyomny thought as he watched the black hair woman walk back towards the lifts. Those shapely shoulders shrugged twice and she did not turn for a last look. Not that he was the sort of man to inspire that from women very often, his features were bland if not down right boring. A bonus considering my line of work

Shaking his head, he turned back to casual people watching while finishing off his beer. The bartender came by and he waved off a refill. No one else caught his attention the way miss Acoma had. Ten minutes later, he finished the mug and made his way up to his room. He spotted one cam in the lift car and two in the hallway going to his suite. When he reached his door, he turned back and looked directly into the second cam unit to wave displaying a wry smirk.

He made a point of not looking for surveillance equipment in the suite, there was a good chance considering the coverage in the halls and bar. One many levels it annoyed him, but he knew it was part of life. He spent a couple minutes inspecting the room, looking for lurkers. The room was clean, well furnished and luxurious, at least to his mind. Syertse killed the lights and then stripped down to his pants. He tucked the blast tech under his pillows and stretched out on the large comfortable bed.

Sleep eluded him as he thought about his mission, and what they did to put him in place. Imperial agents, police were sacrificed right along with a grab bag of criminals to provide a solid cover for him. When Moff Disra explained everything, in superior condescending tones, it made sense. A few low level civil servants in exchange for he chance to put a vibroblade in the heart of the new Jedi order. The end would justify the means.

The Jedi. He did not like thinking to deeply about that part of things, it lead to if-onlys and what-ifs an Imperial agent could not afford to entertain. Those thoughts floated through his mind as well. Joining the service was his choice, a way to help keep peace, protect Imperial citizens, and serve his corner of the galaxy. The ability to use the Force, on the other hand, was something you were born with or not. Literally, a chance to become a Jedi was fate, destiny. What would the long term price of betraying his destiny be? Dangerous thoughts, perhaps treasonous for a man like him. Still it floated there, echoing in his mind along with the maxim the end justifies the means.

After an hour, he shoved all those thoughts from his mind and started reviewing all the wonders he had encountered since being released by the NRI. As sleep finally rolled over him a pair of violet eyes passed through his mind, with a groan he muttered “women”. Tyomny rolled onto his side pulling one of the pillows over his head and drifted to sleep.

[sharyntyre]

Maze Ak’Tor, Sei’taer
Yavin

As they reached the summit of the goliath pyramid the half-blood Coynite forgot all about his burning leg muscles and tired back. There had been no verbal challenge issued, no taunting, yet he and the little Twi’lek girl ended up racing to the top. In the end, his much longer stride gave him the edge, yet he only beat Sei’taer to the top by a few steps.

The view was spectacular, breath taking. Large watery blue eyes seemed to grow until they dominated his furry face. Even without conscious control of the Force, he could feel the abundant life on the forested moon. He smelled it in the air, keen eyes spotting several avian species as well as a group of tree-dwelling mammals high up in the trees nearest them. His long shaggy mane blew in the breeze and he wuff-wuffed a laugh high up in the trees in some cases was eye level to him. Sei’taer skipped over to the edge of the roof with the same boundless energy she displayed in the mess hall. The little green skinned child sat down with her feet dangling over the edge watching the same clutch of primates he was.

Movement far below, on the ground caught his attention. Maze turned and looked spotting Izrafel and the woman with the purple streak following a Jedi, line of children easily half their age, and an old woman not wearing Jedi attire. His pulse quickened and he debated a quick decent to follow them.

“She is safe, we are all safe here” the Twi’lek chimed. She paused and turned to look at him over her shoulder “unless you dabble in the dark side, of course.” Her tiny green hand patted a section of stone next to her “come enjoy the view, that is why we climbed up here isn’t it.” Her large eyes twinkled matching her wide grin. Sei’taer loved meeting new people, new students.

So much wisdom in those young eyes, young Jedi eyes he corrected himself. The slave turned mercenary smiled shaking his large shaggy head, as he moved to accept her invitation the silvery streaks and spots on his fur caught the sunlight almost giving him an aura. As striking as his markings were, they were a hindrance when attempting to hide. The silvery fur that grew over scars seemed to catch and amplify any light hitting his body. A legacy from his mother’s species, along with the Force sensitivity he was born with.

Maze sat down with his guide and began asking questions about the various wildlife around them. It did not surprise him that the child easily slipped into the role of teacher. Jedi children could hardly be expected to behave as common kids.

[sharyntyre]

Izrafel
Yavin

Izrafel was delighted to find they were going to explore some near by ruins instead of taking in a lecture. Life in the fringe exposed her to many forests, jungles, deserts and rugged mountain ranges in twenty odd years. She never tired of seeing new trees and animals, even the dangerous ones. Dagon Inari had often told them a key to keeping a balanced perspective was to be aware of how much more there was to the galaxy than humans and their struggles. Next to her Zephra’s mood seemed to clime another notch or two as they marched at the back of the line of children.

She did not think the Master even noticed them joining the line of students, but she would have wagered against that illusion. Cybernetic enhancements brought her thousands of scents and sounds as they walked through the towering trees and wide variety of under brush. She heard the calls of several different avian species, the scurry of tiny feet in the leaves and ground cover around their feet. Somewhere near by a stream babbled in a soothing bubbly lullaby.

Izrafel chose to not download everything she could find about the moon when they decided to take miss Jade’s advice. While having nearly forty percent cybernetic enhancements and reconstruction, she decided she wanted to learn like other sapient beings rather than simply downloading the required information like a droid her brother accused her of being. She had made the same decision about learning to fly, which is why she was still not rated for piloting spacecraft. Other things always came up with a higher priority than her becoming yet another pilot in the group.

She did cheat some in her biological studies as they silently marched through the woods in the dapple sunlight making it through the trees. She took snap shots of trees, bushes and undergrowth with a focus on flowering and fruit producing species. All these holo images going into yet another folder in the hard drive buried in her pretty head. Another lesson drilled into her at a very young age was to learn to live off the land as soon as you could. She would do the same with the animals they came across, and then spend time with a computer in the library to learn which were suitable to human physiology and Maze Ak’Tor’s unique make up. Though that was rarely an issue, he seemed able to digest almost anything he could chew and swallow.

Seeing nothing new up ahead of them, she turned and eyed Zephra, as happy as she had been to discover they were going out-of-doors she had been oddly quite so far. The blond looked over catching her eyes and smiled making a comment about the day.

Izrafel smiled back nodding “You make it sound like it is a rare thing, I hope not. I do not like being cooped up for extended periods.” During long voyages, she had a habit of becoming less than pleasant to be around unless they made regular stops to escape the confines of the ship.

Her father always joked about how, when she was a toddler before life in the fringe, the family had to keep the doors locked at all times to keep her from wandering outside. Day or night, rain or shine she wanted to be outside in the fresh air and open space. Izrafel was almost positive her father would approve of her and Maze seeking training and acceptance among the Jedi. The huge Coynite reassured her that he would; yet, Dagon had always been adamant about staying out of the troubles of the galaxy, not something a Jedi could do.

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Zephra
Yavin

Izrafel expressed the hope that venturing outside was not a rare event for the Jedi students. Zephra absently plucked a leaf from a branch she brushed by and laughed silently at herself, realizing she’d acted as if it were. “Oh no… I don’t think the students are usually stuck inside. Master Skywalker required a special ‘orientation’ for me, that’s all. Extra history lessons and Jedi arts training to catch up to some of the others.” The blonde leaned closer to whisper further explanation into her new friend’s ear. “The benefits of having a bounty hunter for a father, I’m afraid. Initially I feared he wouldn’t let me train here, but something changed his mind. He never told me what it was, but I’m not complaining. I’m not sure what I would have done had he denied me training,” she sighed.

Suddenly Master T’Pau paused, causing the trio of younglings immediately behind him to almost collide with his posterior. He glared a moment at Zephra, perhaps annoyed with her sudden burst of chatter, but said nothing immediately.

Surprised that the master could hear her whispers from the front of the line, Zephra blushed slightly and conjured up a nerfish look in hopes it reflected some level of humility before the master. Per a certain formal protocol between younglings and masters, she would not speak to him until spoken to. Nor would she meet his eyes, instead keeping them down at her feet, forcing her head to fall into a mild bow as an added show of respect. Obedience was even more imperative for her than most of the other students. Master Skywalker had mentioned she would be on the ‘watch list’ until a standard month of proving herself dedicated to a life completely opposite from the one she abandoned.

[nefertiti]

T’Pau S'chn T'gai, Jedi Master
Old Ruins
Yavin


He was in his element. The green life about him touched a place deep inside. The undergrowth hid a myriad of small creatures and insects. He breathed deeply. The musky, thick smell of soil mixed with decaying vegetation, stirred senses he seldom recognized. He raised an arm, letting his hand and fingers touch the life. Fronds, leaves, vines…they gave to him and he took.

Down the path, around the corners and through the brush, T’Pau felt but did not see. The meek, love struck teacher, the students quizzically watching his behavior. The change in scenery. Old half fallen buildings secreting away unknown prizes. Treasures.

Only in the back of his mind did he hear the first question from the drudge. Her face painted with concern. He smiled at her over his shoulder continuing to walk. She was quiet. The group walked. Glancing back, he acknowledged the older girls. Their whispers in the oh so secret language of young girls. Their looks at him. He reveled in it as the Force of life seeped into him.

The massive stones exhibited the writings and carved pictures of the past. Men and monsters. Battles and spirits. Suns exploding and worlds forming. Everywhere signs of the Force were displayed.

Beneath stone, the overload of pride and Force tickled the mind of the beast. Sleeping for so long, his bones cracked as he unfolded. Breathed. Grunted. Rolling his head across his shoulders he tasted the Force. Many Force. His hunger after centuries unstated flamed. And grew. Above. He must go above. Using his mouth and body he pushed away mounds of dirt. Dug with his head and claws. The Force. The Force.

Master T’Pau lorded over the group as he recited old legends and truths. His euphoria masking the danger the Padawans sensed but could not identify. Even Ablemar was uncomfortable. Foreboding, scratched behind ears and tickled at places only intimates would see. Fear. There