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    Mirran sought out the company of others. She was feeling a bit lonely, Kaybee was going through a maintenance check and Mirran missed the company of others, even the droid was a good way to meet others. Mirran heard the sound of a lightsaber being ignited and Mirran decided to check out what was going on. Although, Mirran's skill was not very strong in lightsaber combat. Her masters had to beg her to practice, beg her to use her combat skills in training. It wasn't as if Mirran didn't know combat. It's just that Mirran didn't like it, It felt well unnatural to her. More so because Mirran was more of a diplomatic sort rather than a fighter or a warrior of any kind. Yet, Mirran still remembered her first moments with Knight Homra and the Crystal Caves. She knew her skill in the lightsaber had to be improved. A Jedi must be skilled in defense and defense is paramount to any Jedi. She licked her lips as she came upon Magnus and Kale. "I prefer Niman or Ataru myself. But all lightsaber forms have their advantages and disadvantages. I prefer the steadiness of Niman but I know Ataru as well for quickness on my feet and acrobatic flair. My race is known for such as we react very quickly on our feet."
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  5. Inception

    "So was it you, Kai Tsintah, who turned off the lights in this area?" Surprised by the question, Kai shook her head in confusion. Was this stranger mocking her? Was it a test of some sort? Finally, what reason would she have to do such a thing? Dual-colored eyes widened as she lifted her head, curious to get a better look at him. Maybe his body language would leave some telltale clues to help guide her response. In the meantime, her mind swirled with a myriad of questions that seemed to run in panicked circles. Why would I--and how? I don’t even know where the light switch panel is. She was about to answer when a sudden commotion could be heard and then the lights came back on. Now Kai could see a pair of boys ‘dangling’ in the air as they slowly levitated over to the Zabrak. Wait. Was it really a Zabrak? Kai tilted her head as if the gesture would somehow adjust her sight so she could see better. Nope. No change. He was still lavender with black tattoos. The man appeared to be well settled into his middle age, although Kai was still too awestruck by the dusky violet appearance of his skin, to take notice. The Zabrak took a moment to admonish the two teenage troublemakers but as he turned to approach her, Kai once again lowered her gaze to the floor. Just then, another presence materialized beside her and took a knee next to the Korun. Sneaking a quick glance over to her left, Kai realized it was the scout that had led her to this place. "Kai Tsintah. If you seek knowledge, then you've come to the right place. If however, you seek to destroy my potted plants, we will have to have another discussion." “No, sensei - I would not raise a finger to your plants,” Kai answered in earnest. “On my world, they are so scarce that if one manages to survive in the high altitudes of the mountain slopes, we do all we can to protect it and help it strive.” Thankfully, Darth Verrin did not seem to think she was a vandal. Instead, his attention turned to the two young hellions apparently unaware that their actions could earn them some truly unpleasant punishment. Or, that the same or worse discipline could be applied to her, as the Zabrak indicated. What to do? What to say to all this?! Realizing that her neck was beginning to develop a cramp, Kai’s head lifted slowly. Dual-hued eyes of blue and brown met with the startling gold of a stranger who had just introduced himself prior to asking her judgment as to what should be done regarding all that had just transpired between her and the two mischief-makers. Scratching her head, Kai thought for a moment before answering in a firm, resolute manner. “Have the boys bring in two new plants to decorate the foyer so sensei’s displeasure burns less bright and the quality of air in the foyer is restored. Have Kai take the broken plant and find it good soil outside so she may make amends for not catching it earlier as she should have. One should not let base instinct control one’s foresight,” she admitted, still in the kneeling position. “As for my presence in this place, it can be confirmed by the scout who brought me here.” Kai paused for a moment, hesitating. “Sensei Darth Verrin.”
  6. The Geomancer's Retreat!

    Morgana had to confess that Cambul had played into treachery very well for being a Jedi, he might have even been a fine Sith in another life. Still, before any of the beasts could do real damage, she used Force Speed to escape the worst of the conflict even if she still had a couple nicks or two from their scratching and clawing. Even so, there was still the matter of picking up the trail then destroying Cambul and the Mute before killing the boy. Telepathically, she sent out a message to Seth, describing the cyborg and the Mute via her memories of their descriptions with very simple directives. They were to find and destroy both the Jedi then find the boy and bring him to her for her own personal execution that she would perform. Then she'd find Mr. Prosper and destroy him before heading back to the colony to continue Li's training and immersion into the Dark Side. If she found any valuables in this place then she was going to take them to enhance her own knowledge then complete the plan her Master had set them on, all those years ago. Her Master had been a wise man, believing the Sith's actual numbers needed to be reduced to two and then have a fleet of Dark Jedi to act on their behalf. He'd been wise about having a pool of experienced Force-sensitives to rely on in the event of an apprentice's failure. Where he had been astray was that he had wanted to die in the name of his cause when he could've lived forever. Had he learned essence transfer, as Morgana intended to do, he would've had a chance to see his vision to its end. Now, Morgana could hardly wait to see if the secrets held by this Sith Lady would also teach her other rituals she needed to know in preparation for her ultimate goal. That goal, simply put, of transferring her consciousness into Li then repeat the cycle until she was stronger than even the Emperor who'd launched the war against the Republic. Then she would wipe away the descendants of Hyperion, vaporize the worlds of the Republic asunder, and expand beyond to the cosmos beyond especially once she completed the ritual that allegedly gave him his infamous immortality. But first, she had to start with destroying these Jedi, this boy, and this place. She had to get back to her apprentice and her world before she could perform all of that. Meanwhile, the spirit within the place, the one she intended to conference with if it emerged, was beginning to stir.
  7. Inception

    Verrin could sense at least four people in the room, and as his eyes adjusted to the lack of light, he took note of a kneeling figure across the foyer, shown by a dimly lit stick that lay on the ground beside it. A woman's voice came from that figure, "I am Kai Tsintah. I was brought here by a scout who promised I could learn great knowledge here. If you are one of the sensei of this place, then I submit to your guidance and wisdom." Verrin cocked his head, wondering what he'd walked into. He answered back, "So was it you, Kai Tsintah, who turned off the lights in this area?" That caused another eruption of snickering from two other figures, unseen within the darkened room. Verrin smirked. "No... not Kai," he thought to himself. He didn't need to see to reach out with the Force - his efforts causing two sharp yelps as telekinetic energy grabbed the hidden boys and held them tight. Reaching out one arm, Verrin's silhouetted figure touched a panel next to the doorway he stood in, and quite suddenly, lights came on within the great room, followed by the relatively quiet hum of air ventilation systems. The light revealed Verrin for who he was - and aged Zabrak of moderate height. His age was evidenced by his horned head - some of which were broken or blunted - and his somewhat leathery skin. That skin was an odd hue for a Zabrak; it was a dusky violet color, and the rarity could only be compared to albinism in humans. What skin showed was further masked by a plethora of black tattoo work - some tribal, some more intricate. Close examination would show burns, scars, and more beneath the inkwork. He was dressed conservatively - a black, hooded half-robe covered his upper torso and arms, and black pants protected his legs. Thick, heavy, black boots were on his feet, and appeared well-worn, like the person they covered. There was a rod of some sort, clipped at a belt, but otherwise there was no particularly striking feature in his clothing. The only piece of ornamentation was a single, very ornate earring in his right ear. And one could argue that his golden yellow eyes were equally as striking, belying any other apparent signs of age. With the lights on, anyone in the room could see two teenage boys levitating across the room towards the zabrak. The struggled and winced, but otherwise appeared unable to move. When they levitated within arm's reach, the Zabrak spoke again, apparently addressing the boys. "Do you have any idea how much effort went into piping controlled air into this place? And lights? Why would you possibly think it a good idea to disable them?" One of the boys protested, "We were just practicin'!" Verrin couldn't help it - he rolled his eyes. He then glanced around, noted the broken potted plant, and he sighed. "Why is it, that the membership of this place wants to destroy all plant life that we bring into it?" He asked them, though in truth, the question sounded rhetorical. "There's an entire planet of plant life out there, and yet you find the need to break the few that we bring inside to spruce up the place and improve the air quality." The scout that brought the kneeling women moved alongside her, also taking a knee. Verrin walked across the room, approaching them both. The two boys levitated along behind him, still unable to break the Zabrak's mental grip. When he got within a few feet of her, he spoke again. "Kai Tsintah. If you seek knowledge, then you've come to the right place. If however, you seek to destroy my potted plants, we will have to have another discussion." He didn't really think she wanted to destroy potted plants. "But first, we have this small matter... or matters... to attend to." He nodded, indicating the two floating figures behind him. "On one hand, I could look upon this situation and consider that you were trespassing, and that these boys - in the middle of a practice session - were defending this place from intruders. That would put them in the right, and you in the wrong. On the other hand, I could say we do not treat visitors of any sort in such a way, and that these boys have wronged you, who only came seeking knowledge. You would be in the right, and they in the wrong. If you were in my position... how would you... Ahhh, forgive me... you don't know me. I am called Darth Verrin. I am the Overseer of this place, and Head Librarian. Pleased to meet you. Now then... If you were in my position, how would you handle this situation between your self, and these boys?" His golden eyes watched Kai like a hawk.
  8. Inception

    "Be-waaaAAAARRREEEEE!!!" Pause. "Who invades my sacred tomb?!" Nope. Definitely alone no longer. Kai stilled a shudder, feeling goosebumps rise. What on earth was this place and why was she led here only to be terrorized out by menacing sounds slightly warped by strange voices. The only comforting bit about the whole ordeal was that they spoke Basic, a language she could easily understand. Yet in as much as the voice did its best to sound its ominous warning, Kai resolved to stand her ground until whoever spoke revealed himself. Clutching her bo-like staff in thirds, she lifted it off the ground with her left arm extending downward as the right hand came up just above her head, to wield the stick at a forty-five degree angle. If anyone or anything came at her now, at least she was capable of defending herself, Kai thought. Unfortunately, her reach would only expand by one or two feet with the power of each strike lessened by the lack of momentum she could have generated - if able to swing the weapon fully. Still, something had to be said for quick use of both sides of the staff in rapid succession and rhythm. Kai was quite willing to sacrifice power in return for agility and flexibility her stance now offered. With her feet shoulder width apart and knees slightly bent, she was ready for the ‘voice’ to attack. It seemed to do just that, sending something that resembled ...a POTTED PLANT, straight at her head. Kai ducked out of the way just in time, unfazed by the clash of clay against a wall of solid rock. She was growing angry now, realizing someone was having copious amounts of fun at her expense. Snickers, huh? Ghosts do not snicker?! I’ll show you… “Show yourself you, you little coward!” Unfortunately, Kai’s challenge was cut short by a sudden flash of light illuminating a silhouette of a rather imposing figure, accompanied by a chilly draft and a rather imperious bellow. "WHAT is going on HERE?!" Silence. Attempting to make out the features of the approaching figure, Kai quickly lowered her weapon. A figure of authority, no doubt. The pranksters certainly thought so and now, so did she. Unsure of how to greet the man, the young woman took a knee and lay the bo staff on the ground, head bowed. “I am Kai Tsintah. I was brought here by a scout who promised I could learn great knowledge here. If you are one of the sensei of this place, then I submit to your guidance and wisdom.”
  9. The Geomancer's Retreat!

    Cambul heard her distant shouts as he ran ahead but it mattered little, with Kev and the Mute following behind as he had problems of his own. He drew rifle when his force senses screamed a warning into his brain and he instinctively threw a right hook with all his might, cracking the skull of a Hississ, another runt by the looks of it, and caused the still alive animal to crash into a side wall, still flaying, disoriented, and in pain. The Mute rushed forward and jammed his lightsaber into its still snarling mouth, burning it from the inside out. "Don't bother trying to use the Force directly...sithspawn are resistant," Cambul warned. "You'll just waste your energy." They heard snarls from where Morgana was being attacked. "She wants the damn lizards," Kev said sourly. "Maybe we should give her what she wants." Cambul stared at the boy. "You really want this woman dead, don't you?" Kev stared back. "Wouldn't you, if your mother was being turned into something terrible?" "Boy," Cambul said slowly, "You should be just as worried as to what thy own zeal shall turn you into." The cyborg looked ahead. "Just look at me. People like me...we don't get happy endings." Cambul turned back to the boy. "Better to nurse the instinct that causes you to recoil from savagery than ignore it." The Mute tapped his cane in annoyance. He was clearly wondering what to do about Morgana. Cambul sighed. "Time to deliver her the wages of her sin. Let the animals tire her out a few more seconds. Cane-fighter, take the boy and take a right, a left and a straight, than two more lefts, than another right, you'll come to a vast dome of sand. At the center of that dome will be the stone chamber I assassinated Vious. Avoid it at all cost. You'lI know why when you see it. Go to the door at the far end of the dome. That leads to the emergency hanger. Maybe there is a ship we can take. Maybe. I'm gonna take Morgana up on her suggestion," Cambul croaked electronically. The Mute nodded. Cambul turned to the boy. "You'll know when," he said to him. "Dont be too close, of course." Kev nodded in understanding. The Mute looked at them both, and furrowed his brow in curiosity. "Never you mind, stick man. Just be sure that boy survives. And if that spirit goes for you, make sure that boy gets to the hanger. Stay there until me and Morgana arrive." The Mute acknowledged him with another nod, grabbing the boy and running. Meanwhile, Cambul took off in another direction in the maze, knowing he had sent them through a route that lacked Hississ...the other parts of the maze were infested with them. He ran down those parts, careful to activate his lightsaber to leave a trail back to the point he had left the others. He heard the snarls as he twisted down one path, deactivating his lightsaber and firing off a shot to rouse a nest of runt Hississ, and when they came out of camouflage, he went running the other way, leading the snarling mass of animals chasing him right to where Morgana was. Morgana had been correct on the general knowledge but what she failed to understand about these lizards is that they were inherently a product of the Dark Side. To them, any target would do. As he neared Morgana he saw more beasts surrounding her. "Sinner! Is this enough lizards for thee?" Cambul asked, running right towards her with pack of small lizards even as she was threatened with being overwhelmed by three lizards already trying to kill her. He made a simple, crude Force jump over her, while the lizards chasing him focused like a laser on the one still in their path. He took another route down the maze, drawing his lightsaber and running it on the walls of the maze so she could follow him as he ran to the exact center of this hell, adrenaline and desperation forcing him to remember the correct path. *** The Mute ran desperately with the boy, only meters ahead of the Hississ chasing them the claustrophobic nature of their surroundings only made it worse. But Cambul's memory had not faltered. The dome was vast, and covered in white sand. The chamber at the center stretched into the ceiling as a dark tower made of stone. The Mute moved cautiously, nervously with the boy. Nothing. Nothing at all. As he moved quickly, the boy in tow, he spotted the door to the emergency hanger. He made sure Kev was close by as he went to it, shoving his saber into the large, square door. The magnetic seals looked to have failed, so he began the process of cutting through it. As he did so, the sand behind them both shifted. There was no wind that could account for it...
  10. Inception

    The next sound in the great entryway was perhaps difficult to decipher - at first. The large, old, stone walls created echoes upon echoes, making voices carry beyond the norm, and altering their sound such that pinpointing origination was almost impossible. That last task was made even more difficult by the darkness of the place, an almost tomb-like atmosphere that made one wonder whether they had walked into a cave... or a crypt. It probably didn't help that the planet of Dathomir gave off a kind of Force-interference that imbued the entirety of it in a sense of dread or foreboding. The local tribespeople had been born to it, and so were immune. Those who migrated to Dathomir could shrug off the dark feelings given time and adjustment, if they didn't go mad first, or fall prey to the natural predators of the jungles. Perhaps that was the sound that met the visitor's ears - the sound of predators. In truth, the noise-makers were a kind of predator - perhaps the worst kind: teenage boys. They had been playing around outside the Academy, and had seen the arrival of the visitor and her scout. They had rushed inside, and prepared their long-planned 'greeting' of the newcomers: they killed the lighting in the main foyer, and then hid in the far corner of the room, prepared to practice their telekinesis. But then they heard the woman call, "Hello? Is anyone out there?" And one of them snickered in adolescent anticipation. The snicker echoed around the room, taking on an ethereal tone and bouncing here to there. Meanwhile, the other boy tried hard to manipulate a potted plant, sending it flying through the darkness towards the speaker. It passed into and out of the meager light offered by her stick, though whether she recognized it for what it was remained to be seen. It crashed in the darkness, sending a small shower of dirt flying in all directions from the point of impact. And the other boy snickered again, egging his fellow on. That boy called out in his best ghostly tone, "Be-waaaAAAARRREEEEE!!!" The echoes made him sound much older and bigger. "Who invades my sacred tomb?!" More snickers. Just then, a portal on the opposite side of the chamber from whence the visitor entered slid open. The sudden flash of bright light from beyond silhouetted a figure and cast its shadow far into the room, making it look gigantic. A wash of cold, treated air followed, and an older man's voice called out, "WHAT is going on HERE?!" The snickering ceased immediately.
  11. Home

    It wasn't uncommon for her to space out into her own thoughts, her neck mildly twitching in response to silent whispers in her ears, sometimes a quick flick of her hand to brush them away. So she wasn't entirely sure how long she had stood there simply letting her thoughts play over and over the horrid possible outcomes of her future. Did she want to come back to the order? Yes of course. Was that a possible outcome? Debatable. More than anything she missed the security and safety of the order and what peace it offered her. Politics and meetings were all rubbish, she hardly paid any attention to them before, but did her best to keep up with events. Now, she felt entirely like an outsider looking in simply standing in the council chambers. Were her previous padawans left alive? Not that she would expect them to wait for her. Hell she hadn't left even a note for her absence, she had never thought she would be gone for this long. A day or two was usual but... Almost three years now that she did the math, several chuckles in her mind echoed against her horror of realization. She flicked them away as well, laughing at her obliviousness was uncalled for. Still though her shock remained, her padawans were most likely knights now. Unless they waited for her, unlikely at best, but had they she wondered how she could possibly approach them and tell them she couldn't be the same as she was? Another soft voice taunted her ear with temptation of returning to space, finding and uncharted world and suffering there rather than disappointing those wonderful young ones. Was that Xaja? Or Izzy this time? Again she swiped it away, tucking her hair behind her ear at the same time. Closing her eyes and taking a long deep breath, she focused instead on the soft waves of the force around her. Sensing the ones training outside, the people walking up and down the halls, she was still sensing out and trying to ground herself when she felt him. Her shoulders stiffened, preparing herself for the worst tongue lashing a jedi master could provide, until the familiar pulse registered in her mind as to who it was that was about to enter. 'Master Kast, it is an honour to have you within our chambers. Welcome.' She almost couldn't bear to believe it, but her senses hadn't lied to her yet. Then again why wouldn't they now? When her hope was at her highest, she would be devastated if she turned around and the face did not match the voice. It was with a great steeling of nerves that she turned to finally face him, her teeth sharply biting into her lower lip. "C'erian?" Though he was aged from the last time she saw him, it was no doubt her former padawan, sort of. He appeared to had aged not really physically, but obviously mentally. No longer was the worn young man she had greeted in the docking hangar of Vornu, nor was the uneasy man she had cornered in the Archives and practically yanked into being her padawan. This was a seasoned and affirmed Jedi master before her, and there was no hope of calming the swell of emotions that burned in her chest threatening to explode. It was like someone let loose fireworks in her lungs and chest, and though they exploded they had no where to go. Force have mercy on this poor child, for he was about to be smothered. As much as a Five foot two anorexic swap rat could smother a person. She hobbled as quickly as her leg would let her to propel herself like a rag doll onto the poor man, her thin arms wrapping around him as tightly as possible. Though for her, she could feel the weakness in her grip, no matter how she flexed her arms or how much strength she willed into her body, it simply was not there to be used. Had he wished, he could easily out maneuver her or pry her off of him. Not that she would be too happy about it, he was the first face she had seen that held comfort and memories with it. Someone she knew and trusted that wasn't dead. She was positive at some point his voice had been as the others on Borga, haunting her thoughts and accusing her of her obvious failures as a master and jedi. But here was proof they were wrong, that she was wrong, and that those voices were just mere illusions just like she kept telling herself. "Kriff I have so many questions..." Her voice strained to get out the words, cracking even as they came out, then came the sobs. Horrible, ugly, snot running, choking on just the air sobs. Her vision was completely gone as tears took over her eyes and ran freely down her face. 'He's definitely going to lock me up for crying like a nutcase, but at least I got to see him first.' "I'm so sorry."
  12. Inception

    Kai did not remember how they got here. Idly, the Korun wondered whether she would be capable of making her way back to the settlement if the need arose. Her mind whirled, conflicting thoughts and emotions growing in scope and stature, as if somehow magnified by whatever surrounded her. Everything she felt here seemed stronger, Kai thought. The scout that guided her within said nothing throughout the entire journey to the Academy which suited her fine because Kai did not really feel like talking. Instead, she preferred to feed her senses with the aura emitted by her surroundings as the two travelers walked onward, keeping up an invariably brisk pace. The young woman’s stamina notwithstanding, she wondered how many kilometers they had covered. Distracted by a myriad of thoughts mingling with budding excitement, Kai forgot to count her steps and lost track of time, given the burgeoning, dense cloud cover that painted foreboding shadow against the thick canopy of verdant green. Overwhelmed by the mystery of all that had befallen her that day, the Korun's initial curiosity about the appearance and identity of her shadowy companion all but faded away. For his part, the scout simply stuck to his mission: leading Kai someplace she believed, would be a doorway to her new destiny. How much longer? This thought, pushing its way through a throng of many others, seemed to amplify the loudest. Just then, the rain forest enveloping the travelers seemed to thicken. Kai’s brows narrowed, her gaze sharpening as she clutched her walking staff ever tighter. And yet, her eyes were not deceiving her; the underbrush and forest engulfing them grew more dense with every passing step. Sensing danger at the last possible moment, Kai looked down, seeing a large flattened boulder just in front of her. And then another. And another. Stepping stones, she realized as her staff came down in front of her, hands twisting upon it. Her momentum ceased briefly, dual-colored gaze examining the obstacle in front of her. Man-carved steps. Ahead of Kai, the scout paused for a moment as if waiting for her to catch up. Odd. He did not turn. He simply. Just. Knew. Alright, then! Climbing the stairs, Kai ascended to the step just below her shadowy guide’s. The figure in front of her resumed forward momentum and the Korun simply followed with her gaze transfixed firmly ahead. Curiosity growing by leaps and bounds, Kai felt as if she were jumping out of her skin, eager to reach the top of their steep ascent. Her footsteps halted in tandem with the guide and she stood beside the shadowy figure who seemed intensely focused upon the wall of green that blocked further entry. Expecting to see some sort of a building upon arrival, Kai hid her confusion under a mask of indifference. Patient to the last, she now waited to see what would happen next. As the two of them paused, Kai could feel a distinct shiver of cold -- no, dread -- ripple up and down her spine. Was this some kind of test? Before she could voice the thought, Kai saw the vines and branches recede as if recognizing their visitors upon arrival. Whether through some magic, trickery or physical means, there was an entrance concealed beneath all the greenery and shadow, both of which had lifted away as if by some unheard command. Swallowing hard, Kai waited for the scout to step forward before she did. A current of cold air blasted through her as soon as she moved on, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. Somehow it had found a way through all the layers of clothing she wore, and Kai found the sensation quite unsettling. Distracting and unexpected, it made the Korun focus on it, rather than her new setting. Come to think of it, she did not even remember stepping through an entrance, or what it would have looked like. Kriff. Kriff. Kriff. Noting now that she could see nothing except walls of darkness surrounding her in a large foyer that was the largest she had ever laid eyes upon, Kai faltered in her steps and waited for her eyes to adjust to the absence of light within. Remembering the light-stick in her pack, Kai swung it off her shoulder and dug out the rod, turning it on. The portable device was not overly powerful, but it was capable of illuminating a meter or so, all around her. Obsidian stone below her feet, above her and all around her, and not a sign of another living being present. Her guide had disappeared, or was that another illusion to test her? Increasingly frustrated and confused, the Korun took a small step forward and then another, hearing the echo of her own footfalls being the lone sound in an otherwise barren chamber. “Hello? Is anyone out there?” Calling out into an empty twilight, Kai found herself shrinking inside in spite of wanting very much to ignore the feeling of uneasiness that sought out every inch of her body. For the time being, there was no response, save the echo of her own anxious voice. She was alone.
  13. Home

    The funniest thing about life, was the way it was forever changing. As he sat silently within the meditation chambers in the Dantooine Enclave, his mind was far from the troubles of the mundane; trivial Jedi politics within the Enclave, Masters who disliked their students, students acting unruly within the confines of the Enclave and in the greater community, and more. Here within the deepest reaches of the Force, the Grand Master found himself almost totally immersed in the current, following the rippling vibrations of the midiclorians as they ebbed and flowed throughout the galaxy. It was here in the stillness of the Force, that C'erian could feel entirely whole. Without the pressures of the outside world, he could meditate deeply without fear of interruption. He could forget his titles, his names, his own being and for a short period become part of something much larger and more omniscient than himself. His own body was nothing but matter, in the deepest reaches of the Force where no light existed except for the constant glow of the Force swirling around the galaxy. He could sit outside of his own body, disconnected from the very reality that surrounded it, and simply completely immerse himself in the constant weaving of time and energy that forever took place outside of the conscious minds of mortals. It was dangerous at times. Sometimes the pull of the Force felt almost too great, the sense of oneness and serenity so impressive, that he found himself almost slipping forever from conscious mind into the universal hive mind, blending his own body and soul with the Force and becoming one with it forever. Yet as he found himself trying, a conscious part of his body found itself screaming into reality, reminding him that he was only a visitor in the spectral plane for now; that he had far more to do before the Force would allow him to join it. It was in moments like this that the face of Jakar Forsetti flashed into his mind, his face telling him ever so clearly (without speaking) that it wasn't his time. Slowly, and with great care, C'erian pulled himself out of his reverie, allowing his signature to drain back into his conscious shell. Sensation began to fill his muscles and fingers again, as he slowly adjusted to the physical world, after spending months in constant meditation. Joints that hadn't been used for all that time began to flash back into sensation, slowly forcing his eyes open, waiting for them to adjust to the light. It hadn't of course been months, only a matter of hours since he stepped into meditation, yet time felt different when so completely immersed in the Force. Hours felt like centuries, and centuries like hours. He would awaken from meditation sometimes with no grasp of how long he had been gone - but, as he slowly blended into reality, his sense of time and progression kicked in, telling him it was still the same day that he had stepped into his meditation. He pulled his legs out from underneath him, and placed them firmly on the ground - not standing up, but allowing himself to adjust. Blood rushed from his squished legs and pins and needles flowed through his extremities, quickly subsiding. He tilted his head as reality began to clear; feeling a presence in the Force that he hadn't felt for such a long time. A smile began to form in the corner of his mouth, quickly replaced with regret over the way he had left his former Master. Ellina had come to Dantooine; where she had been, what she had been doing, almost irrelevant. As soon as he was able, he stood up, finding his balance and opened the door. It was only a quick walk from the meditation room to the Council Chambers, but Ellina was doing nothing to cloak her signature in the Force. The doors slid open as he walked towards them, and he strode through, looking towards the woman he had once called his Master, 'Master Kast, it is an honour to have you within our chambers. Welcome.' Yet, something was wrong; different with the woman he had once known. He said nothing, letting his greeting speak for itself.
  14. A Lack of Meditation

    Sidara considered the question carefully like with everything she did, and decided on what she wanted to answer. The thought of her parents sent painful feelings through her, but she breathed out softly and pushed them away. There was no good to linger on such thoughts anymore, her parents were gone, but they'd done everything they could for her before they did. She owed so much of her current knowledge and understanding to them. She frowned at Kale, though that was mostly her default by now. He meant well, she told herself, but Sidara could understand Mirran's concerns well enough. She began typing into her datapad. "My mother was a former Jedi, little more than a padawan, and my father a member of the Luka Sene Order. I came here after their deaths, there's not much more to it than that. I want to be a Jedi, like my mother."
  15. A Calm and Civil Solution

    "Any man can make mistakes Tanvir, but only an idiot persists in them. Your avaricious motivations for joining the Republic are as shameful as the Trenox clan's claim to being Mando'ade. Neither of you know what it means to be true to your people, and for that I cannot stand by and let you try to guide our people into ruin." Ma'irk said bluntly, putting her buy'ce back on and sealing it. "Stand and deliver, Tanvir. If you want to be Mand'alor so badly then you should have no trouble proving you're worthy of the title. Will you do as Alor Cuyot suggests and face me in battle?" Aden Tanvir was furious to say the very least, and the Trenox clan themselves looked none too pleased with how the meeting had turned out. Her own family had put their own helmets back on as well. The air of the place was tense, and the defusal of the time bomb came when the gauntlet was thrown. Rather than battle it out in the Oyu'baat, Tanvir pointed to the door, "Outside then. This old warrior will show you just how wrong you are." He said, slapping one of his clan on the shoulder and putting his own buy'ce back on. He walked out without so much as addressing anyone else. A fight to the death seemed to have soured his mood more. Ma'rik left the Oyu'baat as well. This was the kind of thing for which she lived. Battle was her life, and she had made her name and modest wealth battling for the highest bidder. Now, though, she was battling for honor. Not for herself, but for her people. They did not need a Mand'alor that suggested the Republic was necessary for the safety of Manda'yaim. The Mando'ade need nothing but their kin, and she was going to prove that point, violently. She had her blade and purpose. Those were the only two things she needed to show the rest of the warriors here that no Republic dog was going to lead Manda'yaim into desolation. There was a bit of silent preparation, at least between herself and Tanvir. It was only fair to allow the two destined for combat to speak to their kin. Only one was going to leave the fight, it was the right thing to do. She had nothing to say to anyone really, nothing that they did not already understand. They knew what the life of a warrior meant, and that it could end violently and suddenly. Ma'rik had always been prepared for death. It was the smart thing to do to have her will in the event of her death known. Her possessions, all of them, were to be passed to her mother. Everything she had started with, her beskad, her blasters, they belonged to her now deceased father, and she felt it was right to give them to her as a memento. Ma'rik drew her beskad and paced back and forth while the older man deliberated with his clan. She grew impatient. There was a streak of impetuous behavior in her past that showed her youth. She was not inexperienced as a warrior, by any means, but she was still young and hated waiting. With business to be done it was not something she enjoyed to be kept here longer than necessary. The way she felt it, she was going to become Mand'alor and she was going to guide her people through this trial into greatness. It had not yet struck her just how important she would become should she survive this battle. Finally, Aden Tanvir was prepared. He had a pair of gauntlets that were, at least to her, ridiculous. Little knives it looked like, coming from the tops of his hands. Seemed ostentatious, seemed unwieldy, but he was a veteran and likely knew what he was doing with them. She knew what she was doing with her own weapon though, and she was smaller than he. If his size was anything, it was a detriment now. Surely he had the power over her, but could he keep up with her lighter and faster frame? As she squared off against him, and the two sized one another up for the coming bloodshed, the crowds formed a makeshift ring around the two. Ma'rik waited, and Tanvir attacked. A backstep to the left kept her posture on balance and in dodging the forward downswing she got to see what his methodology was. He was a striker, a hard-hitter with a lot of strength but not much in the way of speed. It was as she figured, and that meant if she could seize the initiative after his first assault she could end him quickly. The fight raged for what felt like an eternity. Ma'rik and Tanvir trading blows back and forth. Tanvir's strength showed, but Ma'rik's youth and speed showed more and lasted longer. His veterancy saw him outperform her early in the battle, and the heavy blows that hit her armor left their marks on the plates and bruised the flesh beneath. Pain was nothing, pain was not going to stop her from the most important fight of her life. Through the wear and tear of an intentionally prolonged fight, the advantage swung to Ma'rik and in a flourish of blade and blood, the young woman landed a solid blow that shook her opponent. A deep gash was opened along his torso between the plates, and blood seeped through. Like a predatory animal she attacked again in the staggering hit, sinking the blade into the same spot. Tanvir crumbled to a single knee and the crowd roared in a mixed reaction of joy and despair. The Tanvir crowd was rightfully upset, as their patriarch had been mortally wounded by the strike to his torso. Ma'rik tossed her beskad to the ground and grabbed the man by the head. The groaning of metal could be heard at the sudden silence. Ma'rik's shuk'orok slowly crushed in on the buy'ce. Few brief moments passed, and with a sickening crunch, blood poured out of the smashed helmet and onto her hands. Ma'rik released the body and pushed it over. She too went to a single knee, very clearly exhausted by the fight. Ma'rik pulled her buy'ce off, and her hair had been matted to her head by sweat. "Manda'yaim stands alone..." she shouted from her kneeling position, before pushing herself back to her feet. It was clear she herself had been wounded in the fight, but she had been the victor. Her family ran into the ring and stood by her in the event that anyone had any ideas of ending her in such a vulnerable state. She had won an honorable fight though, and anyone that knew what it meant to be Mando'ad knew that her claim to becoming Mand'alor had be justified by her own blood, sweat, and tears.
  16. Earlier
  17. Little activity is not bad for anyone.

    Magnus was walking around in the enclave with an annoyed expression plastered on his face, searching for a training room within the building but being undeniably lost. He had been searching for about half an hour already and had only managed to find the toilets. Twice. During his endeavours, he had questioned time and time again where the signs where because are far as he was concerned, there were none. How hard is it to place an arrow down or something that tells you where everything is!!?? He thought, in a somewhat annoyed tone. Before he walked down another corridor that he wasn’t too sure if he had walked down it before or not, he heard the ever memorable sound of a training lightsaber activating within a room close to him. Being curious, Magnus walked to the door and entered the room. He soon realised that he entered a training room which he was thankful for since he didn’t have to continue to look for one anymore, but what really caught his attention was that there was another initiate in the room already, a saber in his hands and a couple training remotes surrounding him. Hmm, looks like he training to deflect blaster fire and from the look of his form he using Sii-Cho. A basic form, not exactly suited for this though. He thought to himself as he judged the situation. Maybe he would like someone to train with and who knows, I may get a new friend. ‘You know,’ Magnus started with a friendly voice and a smile. ‘Form I isn’t exactly suited for blaster fire deflection, let alone blade to blade work.’
  18. When the Loth-Cat's away the Mice will....

    Magnus looked towards Mirran for a moment, thinking over her suggestion. ‘Well that is a good idea but quick question, who doesn’t know how to do that?’ he asked in a whisper, before he raised his other hand, since he right was currently holding his blaster, above his head and pointed at himself. ‘This guy. This guy doesn’t know.’ ‘But if their attracted to heat...’ He continued as he looked at his blaster. ‘I could levitate this over them down a different tunnel and pull the trigger a few times. This would hopefully attract them down the tunnel with the sounds and the heat. What do you guys think?’ AN: Apologies for the late reply, my life has been quite hectic recently
  19. Set In Stone

    Magnus took the question into consideration. Whenever he trained with his previous master Randrow, he never said to block certain emotions, but to let them flow, to understand them, to use them and finally to control them when he needed too. In comparison to the Jedi, this could have probably, no, it would have sent every red flag that they had up at his method on using the Force. But it was how he did it and to be fair, it worked so he would stick with it. He looked up at the older Jedi with a calm expression. ‘In all honesty, most of the time. I know that Jedi’s don’t normally do that but it’s the way I have done it and to me, it right. And I’m sorry if this sounds slightly disrespectful to the Jedi, but the fact that they try to get rid of their emotions and then saying that they no longer have those emotions, be they light or dark, is both idiotic and stupid. Trying to deny those emotions means to deny more than half of yourself which can have disastrous consequences for them when they come to a situation that causes them to lose control because they have never felt the emotion before so they don’t know what to do.’ ‘I on the other hand try to understand them, to feel them. I am in no way saying I’m better than any other Jedi, I still have a long way to go before I can even consider myself a master at anything, but I know that I’m more with my emotions then without them.’ He paused for a second debating whether or not to show the Jedi before him his ability, be knew that everyone was going to find out sooner or later so might as well show them now. He raised his hand and gathered energy and a ball of electricity in his hand, lighting up his hand slightly with its tendrils of power. ‘I’ve used them enough, it’s how I learned this trick. But whatever happens, I’m always in control. I have never and never will let my darkness control me.’ he finished as he throw the small ball towards the ground where it dispersed over a small area, leaving behind a slight scorch mark. ‘I’ve been trying to make it slightly stronger like Force lighting without the, you know, anger that causes you to turn into an evil crazy person, but so far this works.’ He finished. He turned towards Homra, interested in his response. AN: apologies for the late reply, my life had become quite hectic recently
  20. Name: Kai Tsintah Rank: Sith Hopeful
  21. Kai Tsintah

    Name: Kai Tsintah Gender: Female Species: Korun Rank: Sith Initiate Date of Birth: 3610 BBY Appearance: Standing at about 1.75 meters, Kai has brown skin and brown-blue eyes, and black hair. She has a lean build and weighs around 65 kilos. Her hair is long, flowing past her shoulders and worn loose in casual surroundings (otherwise kept pinned up into a ponytail). She has no visible scars or tattoos on her body and has no implants or cybernetics. Her one distinctive feature is heterochromia iridum, or having two differently colored eyes (one is blue, the other brown). Possessions: Typically wears double layered, close-fitting robes and long sleeved shirts in earth tones or just plain black. In addition to hiking boots and a warm hooded cloak, she also adorns her waist with a utility belt that features a heavy blaster pistol on one hip, and a vibroblade on the other. In her backpack, you can find typical survival gear such as thermal blanket, binoculars, compass, weekly field rations, a handful of kolto packs, and a glowrod. Her transport off-world consists of an XS Freighter which she inherited upon her father's passing. She sometimes wields a pike or a quarterstaff in combat. Her ship is co-piloted by a T7-01 series astromech droid. Personality: Cautious to a fault, she picks her friends most carefully due to being slow to trust others. Though she may appear remote and self-possessed, Kai is a brave and passionate in both thought and action. Although mostly respectful of others, she is known for having a sharp tongue and offering occasional sarcastic remarks to those who test her patience. Overall, she is direct, confident, and able to notice inefficiencies upon first glance. Enjoys expanding her knowledge and sharing it with others, specifically those who had inspired or earned her trust. Alas, she can also be far too argumentative. She rarely takes other people's feelings into account, often including her own. Her assertiveness can and will often come across as too aggressive or arrogant, while appearing too defensive causes others to view her as contemptible and inspires them to steer clear of her company. Skills, Abilities and Talents: Following in her family's tradition, she is great at gambling (her father won their ship in a Sabacc game). A fair pilot as she is a markswoman, she can hold her own in a firefight. She enjoys space travel and seems to be addicted to motion, never staying in one place for too long. She has some skill with the blade and has been taught basic two-handed melee weapon skills (by her father who considered self-defense a priority for his only daughter). Her father has also taught her sleight of hand, and now to smooth talk and charm her way out of tough situations, if needed. Her 'natural' charm and persuasion abilities may actually be attributed to her latent Force talents, although that is yet to be confirmed by someone who knows how. Biography: Kai was an only child. Her mother died when she was very young, having fallen prey to a herd of hungry vine cats while attempting to find her way back to the family settlement with some game meat (and family akk dog, Gru). Kai was raised by her father who did not want to stay on their home world of Haruun Kal after his wife's demise. Everything there reminded him of her, so he took his child and booked passage on a smuggler ship heading for the Outer Rim. Having come to the large ecumenopolis known as Nar Shaddaa or 'Smugglers Moon', Kai's father decided to start his life all over again. He seemed to be quite decent at gambling, specifically card games. Soon enough, he was able to win enough to get a small apartment in the unsavory section known as the Undercity. Kai grew up among displaced Evocii, petty thieves and other unsavory criminal element. To that end, her father would teach her the basics of survival, which included both basic self-defense and self-preservation techniques. As she progressed into her teenage years, Kai noticed she could sometimes 'read' or guess her father's thoughts without him saying a word. Later on, she would simply think of herself as being extra insightful. As she matured into a young adult, she would start to demonstrate the ability to overpower her father with the sheer will of her suggestion, persuading him to raise her monthly allowance or allow her to visit a seedy part of town, alone. The old man would simply chalk it up to being a part of her charm, but Kai began to think otherwise. She would work this 'charm' and use it to her full advantage, wherever and whenever possible. As she got older, too, she grew to be more and more disciplined. She could focus on a task for hours, working on it until she saw it reach the desired stage. She would not be deterred or disrupted. Some innate, latent talent or entity seemed to want to crawl its way out, or all over her. Kai did not care, as it helped her achiever her goals in a timely and efficient manner. When Kai was sixteen, her father won a ship in a lucky game of Sabacc which he also taught her, among others. They celebrated the win in the most 'posh' club in the Undercity, but Rial (her father) had too much to drink. Insulting one of the Rodian patrons led to a knife fight which left Kai's father bleeding on the club's floor. She was now an orphan with no family and no future. All she had, was a ship and an empty apartment with few necessities inside. As inhospitable as her homeworld had been, this one had proven even worse. It seemed the more people a planet had, the more dangerous it was. Even worse, Kai felt very guilty for not being able to save her father (she was in the refresher, feeling ill from the after effects of alcohol, when the fight broke out). Nar Shaddaa may have held promise for them before, but it was only a grave site to her now. Packing up her things, Kai headed to an established pawn shop in the Undercity and traded some of her father's tools and other 'junk' he had accumulated over the years (that she would find of no use for herself), for a Pilot Droid (approval pending). Once she head cleared out of the apartment and her father's remains had been cremated, the young woman would head out to the hangar bay where the XS Freighter was kept, and boarded the vessel with the pilot droid in tow. She would not leave the planet that night, or the next, taking some time to contemplate her next move and making sure that the ship was in working order. She was old, this freighter, but she seemed to be in a decent shape, at least according to the droid. After some deliberation, Kai decided to stay in the Outer Rim. There was no purpose in her returning home, but neither did she want to stick around on a planet overran by scum and villainy. There had to be a place somewhere away from Hutt Space, where there were far less unsavory people to deal with. At the very least, she would want to hone her fighting skills somewhere, so she could offer payback to those who took her father's life or those like them. Her heart overflowed with anger and regret, and a secret need that yearned to be sated. Three days later, her mind was finally made up. She would go somewhere remote, somewhere where she could gather her thoughts and contemplate her future. It was impossible for her to gather her thoughts on Nar Shaddaa, where she felt only rage and anguish. Somewhere neutral is where she needed to be. As the freighter left both the starport and the Smugglers Moon behind, Kai set course for the obscure Dathomir system in the Quelli sector. As she had learned in the past, there were far worse places to be, and Dathomir could not be any worse than Nar Shadda. At least now all she had to lose was herself and her ship. Droids were a dime a dozen and common enough. From that point on, she would embark on a new path in life and hopefully, a new future. Landing on Dathomir was uneventful but the next several weeks certainly turned out to be nothing but. Having narrowly escaped becoming rancor dinner, she would eventually find a secluded spot in the highlands, where it was still bearable enough to build a house on solid ground. It would be a crude hut, made of wood and stone. There she would stay for the time being, exploring her surroundings and hunting unwary trespassers with guile and zeal. As for her feelings, Kai let her feelings run free and unchecked on Dathomir. She seemed alone here and saw no need to hide her true emotions. Amplified by the dark side of the Force that engulfed the planet, they would ripple and intensify, not allowing her any rest. Not even in her sleep. Dreams of retribution haunted her as she thought of that moment where she would return to Nar Shaddaa to exact her revenge. Until then, she would hone her skills as much as she could, and whatever this eerie feeling was, that permeated this whole planet? She would give herself up to it, entirely. It would make her faster, stronger, more agile, more perceptive. Kai could feel that now, with every life she took, every intricate kill she had devised, every square foot of territory she would get to know intimately. As her confidence grew, her hatred blossomed. Blossomed in the dark side of the Force. Seen to the eyes she could not see. Perceived by those whose presence the Korun had been blind to, all this time. One evening, while tracking what she thought was a trail marked by a herd of a very rare rage rancors, she was suddenly overwhelmed by an uneasy aura of dread and foreboding. It was far darker and more intense than what she had ever felt on this planet before and it caused her to fall back, looking for a way to hide or escape whatever was coming. But it seemed that evasion was pointless, as the presence would follow her wherever she went. Deciding to stand her ground, Kai called upon the dark power of Dathomir, demanding to face whatever was out there so it would come to face her instead of hiding in the shadows. Unknown to her, she was being scouted by recruiters of a Sith Academy, located somewhere on this very planet. Apprehensive and suspicious, Kai would only be swayed by the temptation of acquiring greater knowledge and by doing so, power. All of this was contingent upon her successful passing of numerous tests and trials, which only peaked her curiosity. Once challenged, she never backed down. Offering the recruiter her (reluctant) agreement, she would take this chance and make the best of it, whatever the cost. As such, a new, uncertain chapter of her life was about to begin. Character Skills and Abilities: Melee Combat: Intermediate Blade Weapon Throwing Proficiency Ranged Combat: Intermediate Blaster Pistol Piloting: Personal Starship Proficiency Novice Vehicular Combat Medical: Novice Biochem Novice Biosurge Stealth and Survival: Novice Stealth Novice Survival Force Powers: Corruption I Force Persuasion Force Push Force Sense Telepathy
  22. Application: Kai Tsintah- Approved

    Everything seems to be in order! Your membership and character have been APPROVED Please familiarize yourself with all of the Community Rules. I also recommend you review the How To Start Creating Your Character guide. Your next stop will be to post your biography in the Biography section - in your case, in the Sith Remnant Biographies. Once you've done that - you can begin exploring the forums of the Dathomir Academy, this is where you will be tested in character to prove yourself worthy of becoming a fully fledged member of the Sith Remnant. I encourage you to start up an RP within the forum - and Instructor will be with you shortly to give you your first task. Outside of Academy, you are welcome to post in The Cantina, or the other General Forums. We also encourage you to join us on our Discord Chat. Let us know who you are, and we will give you the right permissions. Once again, congratulations on being accepted! I look forward to roleplaying with you in the future and on behalf of the entire Staff Team of Star Wars: Fates, thank you for choosing to join us for all your RP needs.
  23. The Geomancer's Retreat!

    Morgana couldn't believe that Cambul was still relying on that rifle of his which made Morgana realize that the dragons would not easily be slain by blasters (that was a slugthrower Cambul used, after all) but they could be slain with a lightsaber. That was, if she hadn't decapitated the one behind her before it could devour her as it probably hoped to do. Even so, she let him use it because she knew that there was sooner or later going to be cause for its removal like when he tried to recover the blaster. In that moment, she made a decision. She decided that while she needed Cambul alive, she needed to push him into revealing his hand if she was to survive a confrontation with him and the Mute. At the moment, she was sure she could destroy the Mute in a fair fight but she needed to know if she could destroy Cambul or if his remark about his swordsmanship was just a boast to make her think twice. Then she detected something that made her feel better about the situation: he was down to his last clip anyway and if she could just give him cause to unload it on another one of the dragons? That was when another came out of the Force Concealment bubble in an attempt to pounce her. But she used Force Speed to dodge it at the last moment and let it fly some ways before landing closer to him than her. She figured, if nothing else, she could force his hand in a lightsaber battle long before she needed to worry about being defeated. In any case, the lot of them would be too wearied for a good duel, it was just a question of whether or not Morgana would outlast them all. Hell, she even gave increasing thought to letting Kev be buried with them and lie about how he met his end when she reunited with her apprentice. If nothing else, it would give Li reason to surrender to her passions and become the disciple Morgana had been looking for from the first day she set out for revenge on Hyperion. Who knew? Maybe this would be the point where the dragons of the Dark Side did her work for her. She'd heard of these things before and wondered if it was at all possible for her to tame one for herself. Then she thought better of it and for good reason, apart from her inexperience with beastlore, she would still need the kind of concentration their surroundings couldn't afford her. On top of that, the only creature that it could've worked on was the infant she just slew. There would be no dragon taming today as it were and even if there could've been, they needed every lightsaber they could get. Still, she did remember something about how to turn reptiles on one another without the need for Force suggestion. Reptiles tended to have a hierarchical system of food distribution where the largest ones acquired the largest share by bullying their way through. If there was somehow a way she could make the Hsiss fight each other, they stood a better chance. Plus, Morgana didn't like the idea of being bitten, leading to their infamous venom possibly having an effect on her. Then she thought of an idea at once. "Jedi! See if you can get them fighting with each other, have the little ones attack the big ones somehow! If we can get them to focus on each other, they might do what a lot of lizards do and fight each other!" Morgana shouted. She just hoped it was enough, as she demonstrated when a young Hsiss tried to approach, only to give chase as she led him to a much larger one though not too large.
  24. Application: [[Galia Regine Stormer]]- Pending

    Given the holidays you will have one more week (Until 01/14/2018) to edit and let us know when you're done to have your application approved. If no response is given we will decline your application and you will have to apply again.
  25. I was going through my old files and art, and found the treasure that is “Darth Verrin on a pogostick”.

    1. Darth Verrin

      Darth Verrin

      *snerk*

       

      good times, good times...

  26. Welcome to Star Wars: Fates! How did you find us? Were you recommended? If so, by whom? I was browsing in dA, looking through a throng of pictures of Mandalorian art. One of the pictures led me to a user profile which had a link to the site in his bio, and so here I am. Tell us a little about yourself! Where are you from? How old are you? Do you have any prior experience with fanfiction or roleplaying in general? I am Canadian and old (33). I've role played in the past, on and off between 2008 and 2017. It's a long span but my interest kept changing from ST, to SW, to Firefly, etc. Have you ever been a part of a roleplaying community or guild in the past? If so, which ones? Yeah, Star Wars Chaos, and Outpost10F. In SWTOR, I was a member of Jen'Jidai (imperial side guild). What is the most important thing for you to get out of your experience here? Exciting stories with interesting characters? Good friends? A sense of belonging? Year 2018 is a year of writing more, at least that was one of my New Year's resolutions that I intend to keep. So interesting characters, definitely. If I manage to make good friends here on top of that, it's icing on the cake. Do you know what a Mary/Gary Stu is? Metagaming? God Modding? Provide a quick definition of each, because all of the aforementioned are against the rules, will you or you character have trouble conforming to this? A Mary Sue/Gary Stu is a character that has a wealth of awesome traits or special powers. They often demand to be the center of attention in whatever form it takes (action, appearances, personality screams 'look at me!') He or she is absurdly skilled in just about anything and everything while lacking plausible weaknesses or flaws. Metagaming is using real life information (knowledge) to affect the state of character's thoughts and deeds in role-play. God modding is role playing to overpower. It can be a character knowing something they shouldn't or a player taking control of another player's character (without their express permission). It can also be depicting a character that is in some way invincible and has no inherent weaknesses of any kind. How much time will you be willing to commit to the community? Do you forsee your schedule getting in the way of things? I work a late afternoon shift, so my prime free time is going to be noon to 3 PM, EST. Sunday and Monday I have off, so can be available throughout the day. Can you give us a quick run down of the biography and character you hope to RP on this site? A quick idea of a biography, type of character they are, and whether they might be aligned with the Sith Remnant, or the Unified Jedi Order. I am actually divided on this issue. I was either thinking of role playing a Force sensitive Mandalorian (if allowed on this site) or a SIth-aligned dark side Initiate. Do you have any lingering questions or concerns? A member of our staff will be happy to answer anything that comes to mind. I'm wondering if there are any races that are disallowed here? If it was mentioned somewhere I must have missed it. Would you like to provide any closing comments on your application? On behalf of the staff of Star Wars: Fates and the entire community, we wish you luck and may the Force Be With You! Thanks. Character Application Now we've gotten to know you, help us get to know your character! If you are already a member of this site, you can ignore the first half, and simply apply with this character information. Name: Kai Tsintah Gender: Female Species: Korun Rank: (Sith?) Initiate Date of Birth: 3610 BBY Appearance: Standing at about 1.75 meters, Kai has brown skin and brown-blue eyes, and black hair. She has a lean build and weighs around 65 kilos. Her hair is long, flowing past her shoulders and worn loose in casual surroundings (otherwise kept pinned up into a ponytail). She has no visible scars or tattoos on her body and has no implants or cybernetics. Her one distinctive feature is heterochromia iridum, or having two differently colored eyes (one is blue, the other brown). Possessions: Typically wears double layered, close-fitting robes and long sleeved shirts in earth tones or just plain black. In addition to hiking boots and a warm hooded cloak, she also adorns her waist with a utility belt that features a heavy blaster pistol on one hip, and a vibroblade on the other. In her backpack, you can find typical survival gear such as thermal blanket, binoculars, compass, weekly field rations, a handful of kolto packs, and a glowrod. Her transport off-world consists of an XS Freighter which she inherited upon her father's passing. OPTIONAL: She will occasionally wield a pike or a quarterstaff in combat. Personality: Cautious to a fault, she picks her friends most carefully due to being slow to trust others. Though she may appear remote and self-possessed, Kai is a brave and passionate in both thought and action. Although mostly respectful of others, she is known for having a sharp tongue and offering occasional sarcastic remarks to those who test her patience. Overall, she is direct, confident, and able to notice inefficiencies upon first glance. Enjoys expanding her knowledge and sharing it with others, specifically those who had inspired or earned her trust. Alas, she can also be far too argumentative. She rarely takes other people's feelings into account, often including her own. Her assertiveness can and will often come across as too aggressive or arrogant, while appearing too defensive causes others to view her as contemptible and inspires them to steer clear of her company. Skills, Abilities and Talents: Following in her family's tradition, she is great at gambling (her father won their ship in a Sabacc game). A fair pilot as she is a markswoman, she can hold her own in a firefight. She enjoys space travel and seems to be addicted to motion, never staying in one place for too long. She has some skill with the blade and has been taught basic two-handed melee weapon skills (by her father who considered self-defense a priority for his only daughter). Her father has also taught her sleight of hand, and now to smooth talk and charm her way out of tough situations, if needed. Her 'natural' charm and persuasion abilities may actually be attributed to her latent Force talents, although that is yet to be confirmed by someone who knows how. Biography: Kai was an only child. Her mother died when she was very young, having fallen prey to a herd of hungry vine cats while attempting to find her way back to the family settlement with some game meat (and family akk dog, Gru). Kai was raised by her father who did not want to stay on their home world of Haruun Kal after his wife's demise. Everything there reminded him of her, so he took his child and booked passage on a smuggler ship heading for the Outer Rim. Having come to the large ecumenopolis known as Nar Shaddaa or 'Smugglers Moon', Kai's father decided to start his life all over again. He seemed to be quite decent at gambling, specifically card games. Soon enough, he was able to win enough to get a small apartment in the unsavory section known as the Undercity. Kai grew up among displaced Evocii, petty thieves and other unsavory criminal element. To that end, her father would teach her the basics of survival, which included both basic self-defense and self-preservation techniques. As she progressed into her teenage years, Kai noticed she could sometimes 'read' or guess her father's thoughts without him saying a word. Later on, she would simply think of herself as being extra insightful. As she matured into a young adult, she would start to demonstrate the ability to overpower her father with the sheer will of her suggestion, persuading him to raise her monthly allowance or allow her to visit a seedy part of town, alone. The old man would simply chalk it up to being a part of her charm, but Kai began to think otherwise. She would work this 'charm' and use it to her full advantage, wherever and whenever possible. As she got older, too, she grew to be more and more disciplined. She could focus on a task for hours, working on it until she saw it reach the desired stage. She would not be deterred or disrupted. Some innate, latent talent or entity seemed to want to crawl its way out, or all over her. Kai did not care, as it helped her achiever her goals in a timely and efficient manner. When Kai was sixteen, her father won a ship in a lucky game of Sabacc which he also taught her, among others. They celebrated the win in the most 'posh' club in the Undercity, but Rial (her father) had too much to drink. Insulting one of the Rodian patrons led to a knife fight which left Kai's father bleeding on the club's floor. She was now an orphan with no family and no future. All she had, was a ship and an empty apartment with few necessities inside. As inhospitable as her homeworld had been, this one had proven even worse. It seemed the more people a planet had, the more dangerous it was. Even worse, Kai felt very guilty for not being able to save her father (she was in the refresher, feeling ill from the after effects of alcohol, when the fight broke out). Nar Shaddaa may have held promise for them before, but it was only a grave site to her now. Packing up her things, Kai headed to an established pawn shop in the Undercity and traded some of her father's tools and other 'junk' he had accumulated over the years (that she would find of no use for herself), for a Pilot Droid (approval pending). Once she head cleared out of the apartment and her father's remains had been cremated, the young woman would head out to the hangar bay where the XS Freighter was kept, and boarded the vessel with the pilot droid in tow. She would not leave the planet that night, or the next, taking some time to contemplate her next move and making sure that the ship was in working order. She was old, this freighter, but she seemed to be in a decent shape, at least according to the droid. After some deliberation, Kai decided to stay in the Outer Rim. There was no purpose in her returning home, but neither did she want to stick around on a planet overran by scum and villainy. There had to be a place somewhere away from Hutt Space, where there were far less unsavory people to deal with. At the very least, she would want to hone her fighting skills somewhere, so she could offer payback to those who took her father's life or those like them. Her heart overflowed with anger and regret, and a secret need that yearned to be sated. Three days later, her mind was finally made up. She would go somewhere remote, somewhere where she could gather her thoughts and contemplate her future. It was impossible for her to gather her thoughts on Nar Shaddaa, where she felt only rage and anguish. Somewhere neutral is where she needed to be. As the freighter left both the starport and the Smugglers Moon behind, Kai set course for the obscure Dathomir system in the Quelli sector. As she had learned in the past, there were far worse places to be, and Dathomir could not be any worse than Nar Shadda. At least now all she had to lose was herself and her ship. Droids were a dime a dozen and common enough. From that point on, she would embark on a new path in life and hopefully, a new future. Landing on Dathomir was uneventful but the next several weeks certainly turned out to be nothing but. Having narrowly escaped becoming rancor dinner, she would eventually find a secluded spot in the highlands, where it was still bearable enough to build a house on solid ground. It would be a crude hut, made of wood and stone. There she would stay for the time being, exploring her surroundings and hunting unwary trespassers with guile and zeal. As for her feelings, Kai let her feelings run free and unchecked on Dathomir. She seemed alone here and saw no need to hide her true emotions. Amplified by the dark side of the Force that engulfed the planet, they would ripple and intensify, not allowing her any rest. Not even in her sleep. Dreams of retribution haunted her as she thought of that moment where she would return to Nar Shaddaa to exact her revenge. Until then, she would hone her skills as much as she could, and whatever this eerie feeling was, that permeated this whole planet? She would give herself up to it, entirely. It would make her faster, stronger, more agile, more perceptive. Kai could feel that now, with every life she took, every intricate kill she had devised, every square foot of territory she would get to know intimately. As her confidence grew, her hatred blossomed. Blossomed in the dark side of the Force. Seen to the eyes she could not see. Perceived by those whose presence the Korun had been blind to, all this time. One evening, while tracking what she thought was a trail marked by a herd of a very rare rage rancors, she was suddenly overwhelmed by an uneasy aura of dread and foreboding. It was far darker and more intense than what she had ever felt on this planet before and it caused her to fall back, looking for a way to hide or escape whatever was coming. But it seemed that evasion was pointless, as the presence would follow her wherever she went. Deciding to stand her ground, Kai called upon the dark power of Dathomir, demanding to face whatever was out there so it would come to face her instead of hiding in the shadows. Unknown to her, she was being scouted by recruiters of a Sith Academy, located somewhere on this very planet. Apprehensive and suspicious, Kai would only be swayed by the temptation of acquiring greater knowledge and by doing so, power. All of this was contingent upon her successful passing of numerous tests and trials, which only peaked her curiosity. Once challenged, she never backed down. Offering the recruiter her (reluctant) agreement, she would take this chance and make the best of it, whatever the cost. As such, a new, uncertain chapter of her life was about to begin. Character Skills and Abilities: Melee Combat: Intermediate Blade Weapon Throwing Proficiency Ranged Combat: Intermediate Blaster Pistol Piloting: Personal Starship Proficiency Novice Vehicular Combat Medical: Novice Biochem Novice Biosurge Stealth and Survival: Novice Stealth Novice Survival Force Powers: Corruption I Force Persuasion Force Push Force Sense Telepathy Final Notes: Asking for a simple Pilot Droid to help with the piloting and maintenance of the ship she owns, preferably an astromech if possible: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/T7-O1.
  27. Thread title: A little activity is not bad for anyone. Location: Dantooine Enclave, Training fields. Open to: basically anyone on the enclave Thread: Kale Sarkan decided to train with his lightsaber to burn off some adrenaline. Goal: To hang out and interact with the Jedi´s outside of the usual Hanging out casual conversation.
  28. The Geomancer's Retreat!

    Cambul, after a few moments hesitation, turned to Kev. "Like a star, boy. Like a star," the cyborg grunted before hitting the switch. Kev paused at Cambul in curiosity." "Private joke," the cyborg explained to him. Kev could only stare in curiosity...before nodding in understanding. The cyborg hit the switch and the door lifted. Metal feet touched soft sand, and the cyborg, Kev and the Mute went forward, turning when the cyborg said to turn. The Mute kept a close eye on Kev while the cyborg took point. The cyborg gave soft little whirs as he advanced from his mechanical body. "How did you cheat death?" Kev asked. "Like I said to Morgana...heh...I'm a good swordsman." "Too cryptic." "Truth is...I'm not so sure I did...take my advice, boy...sometimes winning is worse than losing...because you may find that in winning, you've sacrificed so much the victory is almost meaningless...or the conditions of your victory give rise to worse problems. Unavoidable sometimes, but that doesn't mean there is no point in going out of your way to avoid such victories." "So why bother trying to survive down here?" Kev wondered. "Well, do you want to die in this tomb?" Cambul asked pointedly. "Everyone's death comes for them eventually. That's why Death doesn't mind losing a sword fight now and then...because one way or another, you're going to have a lapse in your defense eventually." "You think we'll make it?" "Kid, I'm not gonna sugarcoat it...we're all looking at a nasty end...I'll do what I can but it isn't looking good. Surely it knows we are here..." Cambul made a turn, and found the slashed open remains of multiple scientists. He did not see the one that had upgraded his body. He did see claw and print marks, large ones. His Force senses tingled, and he open fire in front of him as a Hississ came out of force concealment to attack. The bullets buried themselves in thick hide but didn't quite pierce it. The three dodged out of the way as it leapt, Cambul emptying the magazine into the back of its head, which stunned it from the sheer kinetic impact as it hit. Cambul leapt onto it and felt his joints creak as it thrashed about trying to throw him off in the confined space to no avail, he kept his face from drooling jaws as he snatched his curve hilt and pressed it into its eye, activating it. It thrashed mightily even as the blade burned through its skull. Cambul didn't even stop to catch his breath as he retrieved his rifle, shutting his saber off. "Dark Side Dragons!" Cambul snarled. "Where there are one there are dozens! Hurry!" The three took off just as there was a snarl behind Morgana. "Morgana! Behind you!" Kev shouted.
  29. Corellian Engineering Corporation Shadow Moth

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