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Post by Sarahi Leor Qui on Jan 22, 2012 20:32:51 GMT -5
Weakness of attitude becomes weakness of character.
A disturbance in the Force! Several Jedi and their padawans have banded together by order of the Jedi Council to search the planet Upekzar for any Sith artifacts. In the midst of their exploration the padawan learners become separated from their masters. Only by strength of mind and spirit will they survive.
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Your padawan has been separated from their master and they are split into three groups. (These will be picked at random, unless you have a preference as to who you want your characters to be with.) There will be obstacles that your padawan learner(s) have to get through. Anything goes in this RPG, so feel free to have your character(s) die. I will give you further instruction as this RPG progresses.
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Post by Sarahi Leor Qui on Mar 27, 2012 23:01:11 GMT -5
“Are we there yet?” Cla’Tal pressed his face against the Jedi cruiser’s cockpit window to peer down at the planet below. “Are we there yet Master Cox?!”
“Cla’Tal what have we talked about? When the ship is on the ground we have arrived at our destination. Sit down in your seat please.” His master sighed despite his usual carefree personality. “Would you look at that, Master Limien Narrous is here with---”
“Lord of Darkness.” Cla’Tal sat back in his seat in a slump. “Wonderful! Now this trip is ruined. He’s going to dash away all the fun I had planned!”
“This isn’t supposed to be fun. This is a training mission for some of the better padawans in the Jedi Order, although I am not sure how you fit into it all.” Master Cox chuckled as Cla’Tal let out an energetic laugh.
“You flatter me to know end Master Cox. After all, the Council knows that a Jedi needs charm, and I excel in charms and in good looks.” He smiled and propped his head up behind his hands.
“You excel in charm in the wrong place. Wooing girls is not the best way to earn the Council’s appreciation. Taking you on as a padawan better not be a waste. If it is, I will personally see to it that you are assigned to a job that requires you to pick up animal dung with your bare hands.”
“I’m shocked Master! I can’t believe you would hold me to such a low standard!” He sat forward in surprise.
“The way you are headed in your training, padawan Qui will become a Jedi long before you.”
“I expect it. She is a warrior through and through, a prodigy. I was born a blue blood and she was born to hunt it.” Cla’Tal waved his hand at his master. “I accept Sarahi as she is, even if she is a little violent. I find it cute, adorable, another word for the warm fuzzies I get when I see her kick the snot out of her opponent.”
“I’ll be sure to tell her that if you don’t make it to trials.” Master Cox grinned mischievously. “That punishment is far worse than what I came up with. Thank you for the idea my young padawan.”
Cla’Tal gripped his master’s arm in panic. “No! Don’t tell her! I take it back Master! I take it back!”
“Too late.”
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“Kaoru, stop daydreaming!” Kaoru turned and shot and irritated look at his master. The man never trusted him to do what any well-trained padawan would do. Karou never daydreamed, in fact he didn’t even dream when he was asleep. His life was full of training in both the physical and spiritual aspects of the Force. It was if he had no time to breathe.
“I wasn’t daydreaming, Master. I was using the Force to sense the things around me and to see if anyone is approaching.” Kaoru searched his master’s expression for some sort of approval, but there was nothing, save for a face of stone. He was convinced that his master hated him. He didn’t blame him though; after all, he was pushed into his master who didn’t want anything to do with training a padawan.
“What do you sense Kaoru?” His master raised an eyebrow.
“Plants, animals, but another familiar presence; please allow me to have another moment.” Kaoru’s eyes widened. Of course the presence was familiar! You could never forget the feel of an idiot approaching. “Master Cox and his padawan Cla’Tal are here. I did not know that they would be attending this training mission.”
“This is a training mission, and many acceptable students of the Force are going to be here.” Master Narrous walked by Kaoru and looked up at the sky. “Don’t let it go to your head; you are far from being adequate enough to be a jedi. A few more years of hard training will take care of that.”
“Of course master.” Kaoru nodded his head and sat down to meditate. Of course.
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At this point, all our characters are meeting up. Feel free to introduce your characters!
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Post by Kendalia Jaden Uka on Mar 27, 2012 23:53:15 GMT -5
(So weird getting into these characters . . . just let me know if you want me to change anything. I'm assuming that Cla'Tal and his master weren't there yet.)
Namu Sentura sighed and glanced at her padawan, giving a soft sigh. The fourteen-year-old Mirialan hadn’t spoken since they had taken off, which was worrisome for Namu. While the girl was often quiet, she got exceedingly quiet when she was upset about something.
Pressing the appropriate buttons to start the landing procedure, Namu cleared her throat. “Astrid?”
Astrid Melantha stared out of the cockpit, her brilliant green eyes void of any sort of emotion. Her eyebrows were perfectly parted so there was no hint of anger or concern and, while her hood was down and her face was visible, it gave absolutely nothing away. She heard her master, but ignored her. She meant no disrespect by it, but she preferred silence. After all, they would be spending the entire mission with several other masters and padawans and silence wouldn’t be so generously available.
“Do you still believe you are too young to be on this mission?” Namu asked. The twi’lek woman was trying to be genuinely kind to her, but Astrid just felt that she was trying too hard.
Without breaking her eyes from the fast approaching ground, Astrid gave a small nod. Yes. She did believe she was too young. She would be with several others but she assumed they would all be older than her. And age was something people often thought granted them a certain power. She didn’t like people assuming power over her.
“Don’t worry.” Namu stated, smiling for good measure and slipping on a black cloak over her Twi’lek attire and patted her lightsaber hilt. “They are jedi. They’re on our side, right?”
Astrid allowed a forced smile and nodded. When the ship landed, she thrust her hood over her head, feeling more comfortable with it hiding the blue beads in her hair and the bangs on the left side of her face, which had been dyed a light blue. Silently, she followed her master off the ship and towards the forming group.
“Greetings!” Namu said, smiling like she always did. “I am Namu Sentura and this is my padawan,” she paused, hoping Astrid would take a step out of her quiet bubble. When Astrid remained silent, Namu’s smile flickered briefly. “And this is my padawan, Astrid Melantha.”
Astrid nodded respectfully, bowing her head to the ground for a couple seconds.
---------------------------------------------------------------- Kendalia shoved her master so hard, he jumped upright and grabbed his lightsaber. “Master! We’re here!”
Master Ryder Skiii quickly realized there was no danger and smirked, ruffling Kendalia’s hair. “You’re going to get yourself killed if you keep waking me up like that!”
“You’re going to get yourself killed if you keep sleeping like that!” Kendalia snapped back. “You’re lucky I decided to be nice to you. I thought about doing some loops on the way down.”
“You’re lucky I took you as a padawan. I doubt anyone else would be so selfless."
Kendalia smirked. “Lo-Tianey would be.”
“You’re right.” Ryder laughed. “He took Trent. He’s got to be the most selfless jedi there is.”
Kendalia rolled her eyes. “Hey, Trent saved my life.”
“I rest my case.” Ryder joked, pulling Kendalia to her feet. “Now, come on. Let’s just hope we don’t get stuck with a bunch of morons.”
“Master!”
“What? I took that thought from your head.” Ryder said, pushing Kendalia down the ramp of the ship. “Come on now.”
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“I wasn’t asleep.” Trent groaned as he followed his master off the ship. “I was in deep meditation.”
“Trent, you were asleep. How many times must I tell you? Don’t fall asleep when you meditate.” Lo-Tianey said, grinning.
“Okay, Master, do you even know what ‘to meditate’ means?” Trent asked. “To meditate: to empty the mind of thoughts, or concentrate the mind on one thing, in order to aid mental or spiritual development, contemplation, or relaxation. A) My mind was completely empty of thoughts. B) It was concentrated only on sleep. C) Teenagers need sleep; it aids in mental and spiritual development, contemplation, and relaxation. So really, I’m the best meditator there is.”
Lo-Tianey shook his head and smirked. “You have a way with words, Trent. I give you that.”
“And girls.”
Lo-Tianey laughed. “Yes. That too. Now, let’s hope for everyone’s sake, there aren’t any on this mission.”
Trent looked ahead at the group, immediately spotting a master who was a woman, and her girl padawan. “I see two girls.” “Mirialan and Twi’lek.” Lo-Tianey stated. “Yes, I see them too.”
“No, I was talking about the other two.” Trent joked. “Yeah, that had better be a joke, Trent. Something tells me by the look of that padawan, you tell that to his face, you die.” Lo-Tianey said.
Trent smirked. “It’d almost be worth it.”
“Please don’t.” Lo-Tianey commanded. “Besides, you have the entire trip to let him kill you for stupid comments. Let’s at least get through a minute.”
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Post by Sarahi Leor Qui on Mar 28, 2012 2:15:08 GMT -5
(Your characters are great Kendalia!)
Cla'Tal whistled through his teeth as he and his master walked toward the gathering crowd of masters and padawans. He liked crowds, especially when he was in the center of them with a spotlight aimed directly at him. His good looks needed to be shown off to the world before he turned old, pale, and ugly.
"Try to make a good impression Cla'Tal. Your lack of self-control reflects my inadequate teachings of your self-discipline." Gui Cox stretched his arms above his head and focused ahead. "I'm worried that Master Limien Narrous will find some way to kick us both out of the jedi order."
"Ha! How could the Council turn away a beautiful face like mine?" Cla'Tal skipped a step to match his Master's footsteps. Yet, within a few seconds they were out of sync again. The Nautolan's long quick strides were hard to keep up with most of the time.
"Padawan Cla'Tal Jenoth, you are hereby abrogated from the Jedi Order." Master Cox waved his hand in front of him and then turned to grin at his padawan. "Something like that. Master Narrous is too serious for someone like me, and he's the grand master of seriousness to you."
"Master Narrous always looks like he's constipated. I'm not sure how the Council can look at him and not laugh. They must be made of sterner stuff than I first thought. And, his padawan Kaoru is just like him. Like master, like padawan. Gah! That guy irks me to no end! I don't know what it is with his straight face. I can get two reactions out of him. Two!" Cla'Tal held up two fingers to help emphasize on his rant. "He either tells me to shut up and go away, or, if he's in a really bad mood, he delivers a mean punch." He balled his fists and shook them. "One of these days I'm going to get him to smile, or laugh even!"
"I look forward to that, and I wish you luck. For now, just try to play nice and try not to grate on padawan Tarkerre's nerves." Master Cox smiled.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Cla'Tal waved his hand casually. "Play nice nice. Got it."
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So much for meditating. It seemed as though that the moment Kaoru sat down, everyone arrived. Wonderful. Some of the masters and their padawans didn't seem all that bad. Most of them were relaxed, as if this were a day-to-day activity. He looked at his master, standing stiff as a log with his arms crossed. Master Narrous never smiled for him or any other member of the Jedi Order. For his master, a simple nod was equal to one hearty cheer. Kaoru hadn't even been given that pleasure.
He looked back at few the approaching pairs of masters and padawans. His eyes widened and he took a step back. His master turned and looked at him in question. That was another thing his master could do, he could read him like a book. "I sense your discomfort my padawan. What is it?"
"It is nothing more than a sense that washed over me." Kaoru left out that he sensed idiocy coming from two directions. No! Please, by the Force, no! There are two of them! Idiots! I'm going to die! Kill me now!
“Greetings!” A master and her padawan finally reached their meeting place. “I am Namu Sentura and this is my padawan,” she paused, waiting a moment for her padawan to reply. When the young girl refused to say anything, her master introduced her. “And this is my padawan, Astrid Melantha.”
Astrid Melantha. A name to remember hopefully? She was quiet, like another padawan he knew; Sarahi. Of course, Astrid seemed like the type of padawan who was strong, silent type. While Sarahi, she made it well known that she was strong by attacking anyone who dared to approach her left side. "Master Sentura." His master bowed slightly before looking at Kaoru.
"Padawan Kaoru Tarkerre. It is a pleasure to meet you." He forced a smile that probably looked more like a frown. He wasn't used to smiling, thanks to his master.
"We arrived just on time." Master Gui Cox and the idiot he called his padawan approached. "Hello Master Narrous and Master Sentura." Kaoru had to give the Nautolan credit knowing who was who. He probably learned beforehand who was going to be on this mission so he could prepare for anything.
"Masters! Hello!" The Idiot jumped forward and approached them walking on his hands. Limien Narrous let out a huff of disapproval and Gui Cox shook his head. Cla'Tal leapt back onto his feet ad grinned. "Ah, Lord of Darkness, we meet again."
Kaoru's eye twitched and he looked at his master. No expression. He swore in his head and nodded at Cla'Tal, who looked like the perfect punching bag. "Padawan Jenoth, always a pleasure." He spoke through gritted teeth. He hated that nickname, but it had stuck with the Idiot and many of the other padawans.
Cla'Tal let out a laugh and switched his attention onto Astrid, who looked uncomfortable at being approached by the babbling baffoon. Force, save us all. Kaoru sighed inwardly.
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"We're late."
"I know."
"Master Narrous is going to be there."
"I know."
"He hates it when people are late."
"I know!"
"I hate being late!"
"I know Sarahi! I know! Relax a little." Master Quaji Trallar laughed as he pulled the ship out of hyperspace. "We'll get there when we get there, there is no hurry."
"No hurry! What do you mean there is no hurry! Well by all means let a planet it blow up, there's no worry because there are plenty more! You are too relaxed for a jedi!" Sarahi crossed her arms and stared out the window. "I wonder if Kaoru would give me his master in exchange for you."
"That is a little harsh, don't you think Sarahi? You would be miserable. No daydreaming! What are you doing fighting, you should be saving your energy for practice! Stop smiling, smiling isn't allowed in my presence." Quaji laughed at his own joke.
"Ha. Ha." Sarahi was not amused. "Try saying that to his face. I just want to get this over with."
"Cla'Tal is going to be there."
"I know."
"He is going to pester you."
"I know."
"I think he likes you."
"Jedi don't have attachments. He'll get kicked out of the Order if he doesn't solve that issue quickly." Sarahi clenched her teeth tightly and push hard against the back of her seat.
"I think Kaoru likes you too."
"No he doesn't; his master would kill him."
"That might be true. But, it is hard to resist your baby face. Don't you recall that time on Alderaan where you---"
"Don't bring that up!" Sarahi jumped out of her seat and smack her head on the cockpit's window. She rubbed the top of her head and sat back down. "If you tell anyone that story---"
"You'll do what? Tell the Council?" Quaji laughed even harder as he brought the ship down to land. "You had a wonderful performance there; the entire Temple should know about what you did. Making fully grown men cry at the sight of your baby face and your little tears streaming down your cheeks. Quite the show."
"I do not have a baby face!" Sarahi resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at her master. "I have an ugly face, remember?"
"No, you have a baby face. The freckles on your face seel the deal."
"As if."
"The young boys at the Temple will agree with me."
"I'll tear them all apart one-by-one."
"Sarahi, please try to restrain yourself from killing anyone."
"No promises."
"I'll take what I can get."
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Post by Stella on Mar 28, 2012 11:53:57 GMT -5
Finn Neevar narrowed his eyes at the forming group of Jedi and their padawans in front of him. "I still do not understand why I am here. I am probably older than every single one of them . . . I shouldn't even be a padawan any more."
"Look on the bright side, Finn," Lishi Artil, his master, commented. She tried to keep a positive attitude about this mission, though she was secretly dreading the effect it would have on her padawan. "This is just a training mission! And you'll become aquatinted with some very talented young padawans."
"Emphasis on young." Finn grumbled. "They're probably all idiots, too. I do not understand why the council likes to torture me. I should be on some mission where I am in charge and can actually learn something. This is just a waste of time."
Master Artil sighed. Rubbing her face, she turned to her tall padawan and stopped walking. "Finn, stop complaining. Start thinking about how this will help you. C'mon, think."
Finn looked at his Master and took a deep breath. Her yellowish-green eyes pleaded with him. Finn crossed his arms, though he tried to think of one way that it would help, just to make her happy. "I suppose I'll be able to practice my punching skills."
"That's the spirit!" Lishi grinned. "Now let's get moving."
Finn rolled his eyes and followed his master as she joined the circle. "Hello! I am Lishi Artil and this is-"
"Finn Neever," he finished, not wanting to be introduced as 'her padawan.' He looked around the circle, at the several grinning faces. This was going to be a long mission.
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"Late. Late. Late. You always make me late!" Master Tu'ur Nelsh'in glared at his padawan as she tripped down the landing platform. "It is impossible to be anywhere on time with you."
"Sorry," Arienna Salvatur bit her lip, knowing it was her fault that they were probably the last ones there. "I really do try hard to be on time."
"Obviously not hard enough," Master Nelsh'in said, spinning on his heels and walking as fast as he could toward the other Jedi. When he noticed that Arienna wasn't right behind him, he rolled his eyes. "Keep up!"
"Sorry!" Arienna apologized again, rushing after her Master. She fell into step with him, trying to move as quickly as he did. She tried to hide the excitement he looked down upon, but it bubbled up beneath her anyway. "I can't wait! We get to meet so many new padawans!" A smile spread across her face.
"Just try not make a fool out of yourself," he glowered down at her. "You have a habit of doing that." She was about to apologize again, but he shook his finger at her. "Act sophisticated, and stay focused. Be polite and respectful to the other masters."
"Of course," she nodded, sucking in a breath. "I won't disappoint you, master!"
"You'd better not."
(Yay! ;D This is going to be great! This is quite a group of characters . . . haha.)
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Post by Sarahi Leor Qui on Mar 28, 2012 13:00:07 GMT -5
"Ah, no! Everyone is here already!" Sarahi recounted the number of ships and sighed. She felt like crawling into a hole. How was it that she got stuck with the laziest, most laid back master in the world. Sure, he was an amazing fighter, had a great connection with the Force, and was a brilliant leader, but his flaws outweighed his good traits. She wondered how the Council felt about her being trained by a grey Jedi. Not that her Master's beliefs concerned her, because she followed the strict teachings of the code, but he would never get further than the title of 'Master' with they way he ran things.
"So they are. How exciting." Master Quaji brought the ship down and landed it with ease. "Now everyone will get to look upon you and your baby face."
"Excuse me while I hide behind my cowl....and I don't have a baby face!" Sarahi threw her robe's hood up over her head and jumped down from the open cockpit.
Quaji chortled and jogged to his padawan's side. Was Sarahi excited? He really couldn't tell with her. One moment she would be happy, and the next she would be throwing someone down onto a table breaking it in two. A Mandalorian/Jedi mix could be good, or a bad, thing indeed.
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Kaoru was done talking. This crowd was too big for his tastes. He looked around and say nothing but idiocy and inexperience. The Council was out of their minds if they thought that the padawans here were deserving of a intense training mission. Yes, some of them were taller than him, but size meant nothing when it came down to a fight. Sarahi was just about five feet tall and she could throw a two-hundred pound man over her shoulder with ease. That was true strength...or Mandalorian strength. His people, the Matukai, were not to be trifled with either; even the best Jedi would struggle with fighting one of the masters.
Shaking the thoughts away, Kaoru studied the group. Everyone was within the same age group, which was a good thing...maybe. One of the guys seemed like he'd beat anyone into a pulp for calling him a kid, or even a padawan for that matter. Finn Neever. That name sounded a little too girly for a tough looking guy like him, although he would never say that to Finn's face. Kaoru hoped that Cla'Tal would push his buttons so that he could get the punishment he deserved. Of course, the padawan was too busy fawning over himself to notice anyone else. The Idiot irked him to no end! What he wouldn't give to see him to fall face flat in the dirt. Yet, with the last few approaching padawans, that thought because more possible with each passing second. Sarahi was approaching, and if he knew the Idiot, then he would approach her on her left said. 'Never approach Padawan Qui on her left side' was a lesson Cla'Tal never learned. And, he wondered if the other padawans (and even masters) knew that rule as well.
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Post by Stella on Mar 28, 2012 17:56:02 GMT -5
Arienna tried to stifle her squeal of excitement as she came up alongside the group. Her master began talking with one of the other masters, and a wide smile spread across her face when she saw Finn. Finn was here! She had hoped with all her heart he would be here, since he was her best friend. However, he didn't look too pleased. In fact, he looked extremely irritable at the moment. She decided she would give him a hug later.
Instead, she went the closest padawan she could see: a pretty, short girl with a hardened look on her face. Arienna knew from the scowl on her face and the tight, jerking steps she took that this padawan was not to be messed with. (Not like Arienna would ever mess with anyone, especially someone she hoped to be friends with) In fact, the girl could have worn a sign on her head that read: "Near me and you die" and it would have been less obvious. But Arienna ignored the obvious warning and decided to be friendly anyway.
"Hello!" Ari said, rushing up to the girl's left side, falling in step with her. "I do not believe I have met you before! My name is Arienna Salvatur." She extended her hand, smiling sweetly.
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Post by Kendalia Jaden Uka on Mar 28, 2012 21:31:20 GMT -5
“Oops! Sorry!” someone cried as they knocked full-force into Kendalia.
Kendalia spun around and her face darkened when she saw Trent. “Trent, you no-good, brainless, ugly, half-blind, bumbling idiot!” she exclaimed.
“Hey! What’s ugly doing on that list?!” Trent argued. “It’s nice to see you too! Fine way to treat the guy who saved your life.”
“Save my life?” Kendalia smirked. “I would have been fine.” It was a plain lie and they both knew it, but neither really wanted to think too hard on that day. “Besides, I saved your life too, remember?”
“Oh, yeah and just about lost your own in the process. Not to mention you put my master on trial for treason.” Trent grumbled.
“Well, it got you Lo-Tianey, didn’t it?” Kendalia argued.
“The girl wins this fight.” Lo-Tianey smirked.
Trent rolled his eyes but they immediately focused on two girls coming towards them. One looked irritable, not unmanageable, and the other looked simply angelic. “Would you—” Trent was cut off as someone slapped him across the back of the head. “Hey!” he growled. “What was that for?”
Kendalia placed a hand on her hip and sighed. “Take a guess, Trent.”
Trent smiled deviously. “What? They say no attachments. We both know no one would ever have the patience for me anyway. So what’s the problem with—”
“Trent,” Lo-Tianey said, taking Trent’s arm and leading him towards the shy Mirialan girl, “Come and be social with someone other than your girlfriend.”
“I am not your padawan’s girlfriend.” Kendalia growled. “I am a friend and I am a girl. There is a big difference between a girlfriend and a girl friend.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Lo-Tianey smirked, taking Trent away.
Kendalia sighed, suddenly alone. Her master, Ryder, had gone over to talk with his friend, the Twi’lek woman and now Kendalia found that she was awkwardly standing on her own. “Well,” she grumbled, spotting a loose group of three guy padawans who all seemed to be avoiding each other, “going to have to get to know them someday.” Kendalia confidently marched over to the guys and pushed her hand towards the nearest one. “The name’s Kendalia. The height is misleading, so don’t get any ideas. I could kill you in a second.”
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Post by Sarahi Leor Qui on Mar 29, 2012 1:59:50 GMT -5
(Haha, I wasn't expecting anyone to take that bait Stella! Let me know if I need to change anything! BTW, Stella, I have been waiting for you to post in Survival so I can wrap it up. I don't want to have to lock this thread until it is finished.)
Sarahi shuddered. There was something coming up behind her. Her Master was off to her right a few paces ahead of her, so it wasn't him. The only thing she could hear was her heart pounding in her chest. Her arm moved on its own. He hand grabbed a fistful of cloth and she threw her assailant over her shoulder as if she were lighter than air. Before Sarahi recognized that her 'attacker' was another padawan, she had pinned her to the ground.
"Sarahi!" Quaji turned around too late. He didn't need to ask what happened, because he knew; he had seen it hundreds of times.
"She came up behind me! I didn't know!" Sarahi jumped away from the shocked padawan and pulled her to her feet, holding her steady. "She isn't dead though, that's a good thing!"
"You're supposed to sense what is coming up behind you before you go around throwing people to the ground." Quaji covered his face with his hand and shook his head. "When will you learn?"thing
"It was instinct! You try being blind and having people sneak up on you all the time!" Sarahi balled her fists before letting out a sigh to cool down. "I'm sorry. Are you okay? I didn't break any bones did I?" She asked the dazed padawan.
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“The name’s Kendalia. The height is misleading, so don’t get any ideas. I could kill you in a second.”
Kaoru looked at Kendalia. Was she talking to him? He wasn't sure, and he really didn't care. He was impressed with the way that she introduced herself. But, she really wasn't that small compared to other, shorter, 'I'll rip your head off' padawans. He studied her for a moment more and restrained himself from making a smart retort back. Besides, he was still trying to figure out what she meant by 'don't get any ideas'. What ideas? He pulled his hood off his head and sighed. "What makes you think that I care about someone's height?" He huffed.
"Speak for yourself." Cla'Tal wrapped an arm around Kaoru's shoulder.
"I did speak for myself." Kaoru's skin prickled with annoyance. The Idiot wouldn't let up! He pushed Cla'Tal's arm off his shoulder and glared at him. "Shut up and go away."
"Admit it, you adore me." Cla'Tal swished his head to whip his bangs out of his eyes. Right then and there Kaoru promised to himself to drug the Idiot and shave his head while he slept.
"Sarahi is coming this way." Kaoru pointed at his friend hoping to distract the blonde. Please forgive me Sarahi, my master is watching so I can't beat this guy into hyperspace. He pleaded in his head while maintaining his serious expression.
"See you!" Cla'Tal hopped off gleefully, only to be stopped by his master.
Kaoru let out a quick sigh and looked at Kendalia. "I'm Kaoru, the padawan of Master Limien Narrous." He tried to smile, but again, failed miserably.
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Post by Kendalia Jaden Uka on Mar 29, 2012 11:13:14 GMT -5
Kendalia watched as Kaoru swiftly got rid of the boy who seemed to be making a bigger idiot of himself than Trent. Well . . . almost. Great. Kendalia thought to herself, We have two idiots on the mission. Let’s hope the girls aren’t bubbly as blonde bangs over there.
“I'm Kaoru, the padawan of Master Limien Narrous.”
That explained everything. She had heard stories of Limien Narrous and didn’t like them. While she had no doubt that Kaoru’s skills were much better than hers because of his master, she doubted the boy had genuinely smiled in ages. The kid himself though wasn’t that bad. He looked only about a year or two older than she was and the way he had so easily rid himself of the superstar stuck in a Jedi’s body was actually impressive. Which reminded her . . . she glanced off in the direction of the boy who had been directed away.
“Who’s the idiot?” Kendalia asked, knowing that Kaoru would have no problem seeing she already knew the other idiot, Trent, so he had to be talking about the one who obviously knew Kaoru.
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Post by Stella on Mar 30, 2012 13:14:36 GMT -5
( Haha, yep. I saw it as a perfect opportunity for Finn to hate Sarahi.)
Finn spun on his heels when he heard Arienna squeak in surprise. She lay on the ground at another girl padawan's feet, staring blankly up in shock. The other girl pulled Ari to her feet, holding onto her arm to keep her from falling over. "I'm sorry. Are you okay? I didn't break any bones did I?"
"N-no," Ari replied, blinking several times. "I-I'm okay. It's nice to meet you."
Suddenly Finn stood in front of Arienna, blocking her from the other girl. He glared at the short padawan, already forming a dislike of her. She had hurt Arienna, that made her an enemy of him automatically. He didn't care if she was half blind, her actions proved that she was headstrong. He made a note to keep an eye on her, and keep her away from Ari.
Finn didn't say anything; he just took Arienna by the arm, cast one last glare at the short girl who had thrown her to the ground, and led her away. She's lucky she's on my side, he thought. Otherwise she'd be dead.
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Post by Sarahi Leor Qui on Mar 31, 2012 16:57:56 GMT -5
(Aww...but Sarahi is lovable...in a "I'll kill you without a second thought" kind of way. And, I just realized this, but Kaoru is kind of like Brendak. Haha.)
"N-no," Arienna replied, blinking several times. "I-I'm okay. It's nice to meet you."
Well at least she okay. Sarahi forced a smile to be nice, but the her view was blocked by...well a giant. And, he just stood there glaring at her. Wasn't he going to say anything? When he walked away with Arienna in tow he gave her one last glare. "I don't think he likes me very much." Sarahi pointed at the padawan as her master ushered her forward.
"Nonsense, everyone loves you." Master Quaji tried to make her feel better.
"Oh yeah. Some love to be around me, some love to avoid me, and others would love to kill me." Sarahi replied. "That padawan looks like he would love to kill me."
"Who could kill someone with a---"
"Don't say it, Master, please!"
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“Who’s the idiot?” Kendalia asked.
No one of importance. Kaoru sighed and stared at the Idiot. "Cla'Tal Jenoth." The life-sucking leech. He rolled his eyes at the blonde padawan making a scene. "If you're wise, you will stay far away from him. Don't even speak to him, actually. He'll regard you as a new fan and treat you as such." I hope he gets kicked out of The Order soon.
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"It's my biggest fan!" Cla'Tal waved at Sarahi as his master held him back. However, to his disappointment, she walked right by him without a word. Probably in a bad mood... Sarahi never had an easy time making friends. For the most part, she hung around the gardens, studied the archives, or followed her master around. Like a newborn chick! So cute! He wished that he could hug her, but the master of Captain Serious was already staring him down. If looks could kill...
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(Finish up introductions, my next post will start this RPG.)
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Post by Kendalia Jaden Uka on Mar 31, 2012 18:21:02 GMT -5
“Thanks.” Kendalia replied, liking this down-to-Coruscant kid even better all the time. “I’ll definitely take that advice. And let me warn you . . . the other blonde guy that’s skipping around right now like a girl . . . he might be worse than your friend. His name’s Trent. If he starts rambling, tell him you’ll shave his head and cut out his tongue and starve him for the rest of his life. Then he’ll be at the mercy of your every command. He doesn’t believe me. But you? He’d believe you.”
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Astrid watched for several seconds as her Twi’lek master conversed with her old friend, the Nautolan by the name of Lo-Tianey. They were distant friends, having grown up in the Order together and her master’s sweet laughs could be heard after almost every single one of Lo-Tianey’s jokes. The Nautolan master was a jokester and her master was pure-hearted. They seemed to trust one another. But Astrid knew the truth. At any moment, either of them could turn to the darkside and attack her. But she was not afraid—she was ready.
When the fourteen-year-old Mirialan girl saw an older girl flip a smaller girl over her shoulder, knocking her to the ground, she wasn’t surprised. The girl was like her, deaf in one ear. While Astrid didn’t react so brashly, she understood why the girl did. However, what really caught Astrid’s attention was when a boy came and lifted the girl to her feet, protectively taking her away.
Astrid’s heart stopped and she subconsciously reached up and to the back of her head, running her fingers through her hair until she came to one of the several blue beads that contrasted with her green skin. All sound was blocked out as her mind forced her to remember.
“Astrid.” the fifteen-year-old boy said, harshly. When the seven-year-old girl refused to look at him, he took her face in his hands and lifted it so she was forced to look into his eyes. “Astrid, look at me!”
Astrid, only seven years old, had tears running down her face. “They scared me. They said they would take you.”
“No one’s ever going to take me away from you, alright, Mel?” the boy said, running a hand through her black hair. “No one’s ever going to take me.”
Astrid knew he was right, though it wasn’t comforting. Her brother was too good, too tough to be taken. She was stupid to think anyone would threaten to take him. “But,” she whispered, “what about me?”
Aspen forced a smile to his lips, looking at his younger sister, his intense blue eyes studying her with worried adoration. “What about you, Ace? No one’s going to hurt you.”
“But what he sells me?” Astrid insisted, trembling. “What if he sells me like he keeps telling me?”
Aspen shook his head. “I will find you, Astrid. I will always find you. You’re going to be just fine.”
“Tomorrow is the day we go back to Socorro. What if Kasper finds us? He’ll hurt us. Both of us. Or what if Harris puts me in the slave sale? How will you find me? What if so much time goes by that you won’t know what I’ll look like.” Astrid pushed.
Aspen shook his head, taking her lock of blue bangs in one hand and one of the bead strands in her hair in his other hand. “You always wear these, alright? Even if you think I’m dead, you always wear these. Then if I see you, I’ll know its you, no matter how old either of us are.”
Astrid reached out and touched her brother’s black hair which had blue streaks all through it. “Will you keep yours?”
“Always.” Aspen said with a smile before lifting Astrid into his arms and holding her close. “Now, I want to you relax. Everything’s going to be alright. I’ll always protect you. I’ll always be with you. Okay?”
Astrid hung her head over her brother’s shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Sing to me.”
“Melon, I—”
“Please.” Astrid cried, “The one you made. I promise I won’t ask you to sing for a whole ‘nother day.”
Aspen gave a soft chuckle and shook his head. “Okay, fine.” Aspen took a deep breath and started to hum the melody as he carried Astrid to her bed and—
Astrid pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, dropping her hands from her hair and clenching them into fists. No. She wouldn’t let the memory continue. It was almost a daily basis that something would remind her, but she never let him sing. She didn’t want to hear his voice again because . . . because she knew that was the last time anyone would sing to her. That was the last time she would listen as her brother sang a song he had made for her. That was the last time she had been held. And because of that, Astrid wanted nothing to do with it. It was the last and it would remain that way. No one would be trusted like Aspen—because as much as she loved Aspen, as much as she knew Aspen had loved her—trusting him was a mistake. He still failed her—he still broke her trust. And if Astrid couldn’t trust her own brother—she couldn’t trust anyone. Being envious of the girl who had the older boy beside her was pointless. Even if Astrid had that, even if she was lucky enough to have someone care about her—she would reject it because she knew the pain that would come as soon as she showed her heart again.
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The Mirialan girl was much too young, the other girl had a bodyguard, Kendalia would kill him, and that left just one last girl. The girl who had thrown the other onto the ground. Trent marched up to the side opposite the one that was clearly dangerous, being careful, and extended his hand. “I’m Trent. But you can just call me awesome, gorgeous, or both.”
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Post by Sarahi Leor Qui on Apr 1, 2012 2:03:08 GMT -5
“Thanks.” Kendalia replied, even though it wasn't necessary. The only thing Kaoru wanted was to free the universe from idiots. That, and he wanted to be a Jedi Master. “I’ll definitely take that advice." She continued. "And let me warn you . . . the other blonde guy that’s skipping around right now like a girl . . . he might be worse than your friend. His name’s Trent. If he starts rambling, tell him you’ll shave his head and cut out his tongue and starve him for the rest of his life. Then he’ll be at the mercy of your every command. He doesn’t believe me. But you? He’d believe you.”
"Oh?" Kaoru eyed the boy she was talking about. He was off annoying none other than Sarahi. Yeah, smart idea; annoy the girl who can rip your arm off...no big deal. "You think like an extortionist, I think that we could be friends." If my master would stop breathing down my neck and let me chill for a minute... He smirked, which was as close to a smile as he could get.
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The last thing Sarahi wanted was attention. Of course, that was what she got. Maybe her master was right in a way. Babies were cute, right? If she had a baby face, which she refused to believe, then people wouldn't stay away from her because she was cute. Adorable. And, all those horrible words that gave people warm fuzzies. Sarahi refused to be one of the gives that spent more than five minutes in front of the mirror. What was the point of trying to get people to look at you when there was nothing to really look at? Besides, attachments were against the Jedi Code.
A situation like this called for her Mandalorian wit. The padawan that approached her stuck out his hand and smiled. “I’m Trent. But you can just call me awesome, gorgeous, or both.” Was this guy for real? She stared at his hand for a moment, at his surprisingly handsome face (although she would refuse to admit that), and then back down at his hand. Sarahi reached out to take the handshake before slapping it away.
"How about atrocious, grotesque, or both?" Sarahi retorted. "I'm not fond of the idea of befriending someone frivolous and full of themselves."
"Aww...someone got shot down by the little Mando-girl." A familiar voice pipped in before and arm swung around Sarahi's shoulder. "You should be more nice to us pretty boys, Sarahi." Cla'Tal grinned. "After all, it isn't brute strength that can get you out of a tough situation all the time. Charm and good looks is always the best way to go."
"Your good looks and charm are out weighed by your stupidity and inferiority." Sarahi muttered.
"Oh don't mind her, Trent." It was obvious to her now that Cla'Tal had been watching his fellow padawan long before he had approached Sarahi. Talk about being overprotective...or creepy. "She's just playing hard to get."
There's nothing to get. Sarahi was tempted to fall onto her lightsaber and end her life right then and there. "Whatever you say." She sighed.
"It's nice to meet you, I'm Cla'Tal Jenoth." He grinned at Trent that grin that few petty, girly-girls could resist. Thank goodness Trent was a guy. Although, pretty boys in large groups were a bad idea, especially when they wanted to recruit girls like Sarahi into their fan club. Just what the Jedi Temple ordered!
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Post by Kendalia Jaden Uka on Apr 1, 2012 2:47:36 GMT -5
“You think like an extortionist, I think that we could be friends.”
Kendalia scoffed. “Extortionist? I’m just trying to stay alive.” Kendalia glanced at Trent before adding, “And sane. To things that are incredibly hard for Jedi, apparently. That said, yes I think we could. Our methods might prove to be similar.”
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“She’s just playing hard to get.” Cla’Tal explained before introducing himself.
Trent smirked. “The name’s Trent. Trent Kuuno.” Trent introduced before going back to what Cla’Tal had said. Hard to get was Trent’s specialty. Although most of the time he was just joking around. After all, if he were to actually like anyone it would be—
“Ow!” Trent exclaimed as someone shoved him from behind.
Kendalia smirked at him as she walked to his front. She studied him for a second before looking to Cla’Tal. “By the Force . . .” she whispered sarcastically, “you’ve got a clone, Trent. So tell me, are you two girls done swapping hairstyling tips and ready to be real Jedi now?”
Trent stared at Kendalia. “How did you know that’s what we were talking about!” Trent exclaimed, making Kendalia’s face grow worried. Trent turned back to Cla’Tal, hiding the smile that was threatening to show. “She’s right, though, Cla’Tal. We should probably get on with the mission. So I’ll tell you my favorite curling technique some other time, alright?”
“Can’t you take a joke?” Kendalia asked. “You worry me because I can’t tell if you’re serious.”
“I took the joke,” Trent whispered before adding, “and ran with it.”
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