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  1. Set In Stone

    "Even so," Homra began, smiling in a way that didn't reach his eyes. "Right now, something dire like rescuing hostages or taking down an enemy is enough to use an ability associated with Dark siders. Even then, it's not quite a matter of the Dark Side turning you evil... sure it does corrupt, but it warps and changes you in ways you don't even want to know." Homra had his fair share of horror stories of Jedi that started off with using the Dark Side for small things. Useful as it may seem, toeing the line always put Jedi on risk, and those that fell - fell hard. The road to hell was paved with good intentions, and it was always those good intentions that make the Dark Side seem like a good option for hard decisions. Why bother with negotiating in a hostage situation if you could hold someone by their throat? Crushing someone's will through the Force was a lot easier than convincing someone, after all. "The Dark Side amplifies emotions in a way that even if you do counterbalance that anger with joy - you do know that there is joy to be gained in expressing anger?" He took a deep breath. "Destroying objects, beating someone into a pulp, causing pain, humiliating someone... there's a lot of things that could go wrong here." At the mention of the initiate's late master, Homra couldn't help but wince a little in sympathy. "I'm sorry for your loss, but sometimes... masters aren't the sort of people you've always imagined them to be." If his tone had a hint of bitterness to it, Homra didn't let it show.
  2. Lustrous

    "True, that," Homra answered blithely. "I think they might be a little offended offended by the bi-monthly fumigation, or they really - really - like those crystals." Mirran managed to fend off this many on her own - while impressive - neither would have much time to appreciate it as the Echani could hear more coming. That wasn't good. Homra already had a plan in mind, but it wasn't exactly foolproof. Then again, not all plans were. "I'm going to push a lot of them back - we attack what we can, then escape. If we stay too long, we'd be overrun for sure." Taking a deep breath, the Knight gathered the Force, brows furrowing in concentration as he let it build up. With a mental push, the Echani let it burst out - pushing half the Kinrath away. It only displaced them for a few feet, but that was enough of an opening for him and Mirran to escape. "Come on, before they regroup." One of the Kinrath managed to regain its balance, and was starting to crawl back. Before it could, the Knight used the Force and pushed it down on its spot. It struggled to get free, and Homra wasn't really putting much effort into keeping it there so it should be able to break through the hold in less than a minute. The Echani kept his body low and his blades extended. He only cut through the Kinrath only when it was necessary, but he tried to dodge them as much as he could as he maneuvered them through the Force to make sure none of their claws touched Mirran. It wasn't easy moving around and using the Force at the same time, and Homra was starting to feel light-headed the longer he did this. Concentration faltering, Homra barely had enough time to react when the Force shrieked in warning. The Echani yelped as a claw struck him hard in the chest, scoring and damaging the chest plate of his armor. The Kinrath hissed as it backed away, keeping at a distance as Homra scrambled back until he hit the damp cavern walls. Fortunately, it didn't reach his skin. Unfortunately, there was some tech integrated with the chest plate, and the circuits underneath the metal were now sparking and smoking. All his hold on the Kinrath faded as he used all his concentration to remove the clasps of the chest piece through the Force. It fell with a loud clank, along with the back piece and the battery packs they hid. Still smoking, Homra kicked the chest piece by instinct towards a large group of Kinrath. Not bothering to use the Force to augment his perception, the Echani took hold of the armor and used the Force to overload everything - while making sure Mirran was out of the blast range. The explosion was bigger than the three datapads produced, and Homra's head spun as the bright flash and burning heat almost suffused his entire being. Thankfully, that was enough to have the Kinrath scrabbling away back to their burrows. None of them died, but the bright light and heat was enough to spook them away. Now alone, Homra could only heave out a sigh of relief as his legs gave out under him. He thankfully had enough awareness not to sit on his ass since he's standing in a shallow puddle. The battery packs were on the ground, and he picked them up dutifully because he certainly didn't want it leaking in the Crystal Caves. "Well, we better leave before they get back, then." He couldn't remember if he had set the lamps up in the meditation space, but hopefully Mirran would have enough time to construct her lightsaber before the Kinrath dare to venture out again. "You didn't drop your crystal, now did ya?"
  3. Lustrous

    Homra nearly flew the moment Mirran pinged him. He easily followed her footsteps, using the Force to boost his speed. The Echani was a blur as he navigated his way through the cave system, bypassing a kinrath or two here and there. He had no time to appreciate or observe the many crystals lining the walls, heart racing as Homra tried to concentrate on using the Force as his eyes. He could hear the many appendages clicking on the cavern floor, but it sounded like they were all moving through molasses in the Echani's augmented perception. It didn't take long for Homra to put a considerable amount of distance between himself and the advancing Kinrath. It wasn't that hard to follow Mirran's path, but the many twists and turns nearly had his head spinning. The archivist cursed as he skidded to a stop, head spinning a little and his lunch ready to come out the way it came in. Thankfully, he managed to reorient himself and focus. Even then, Homra was a little winded and fighting off a swarm of Kinrath would land both him and Mirran as insect dinner. The most he could do at the moment was create a diversion, and - He paused, trying to ignore the intrusive thought of tiny spiders crawling up his arms. The giant insects skittered away from the torch's light, hissing and spitting before crawling back when it disappeared. There were about a dozen of them, and fighting them off alone would be nothing short of suicidal. The snap-hiss of Mirran's training saber quickly got Homra's attention, and that had him moving into action. "Hey, you ugly kriffs!" Homra grinned at the Kinrath when they turned to him. He gathered the Force around himself, letting it build as large as he could. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" He wasn't really good at mind tricks, but Homra had an ace of sorts up his sleeve. Fishing out three standard datapads, the Echani threw it at the Kinrath. It didn't really have anything important stored inside it, so he was completely fine with what he did next. He augmented his perception once more, time slowing down as he watched the three datapads slowly descend in the middle of the insectoid creatures, his heartbeat almost painfully slow as he waited for the devices to end up in the perfect place. It was right around half a dozen of them when Homra mentally grabbed the devices and overloaded it. Electricity surged inside the devices, the batteries leaking out as the circuits overheated, a little tweak there and it was enough to ignite a spark. One exploding datapad wasn't really much, but three? It was enough to have some of the Kinrath skittering away. With them distracted, Homra took that as his chance to speed towards Mirran, nearly missing her but managing to stop in time. With that, he let his perception fade back to normal. His head felt a little light, but nothing a few deep breaths couldn't fix. "Need backup?" He smirked as he unclipped both sabers and activated them with a snap hiss.
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  5. A Jedi Knight At Last!

    "It's alright," Homra replied cheerily. "My name is Homra Azner, Knight and archivist, at your service. Master Taerich spoke about you when I trained under her." Clearing his throat, he gestured at Master Kast to let her first into the Ceremony room. "Shall we?" The Echani kept his pace slow as he entered, eyeing the sparse furniture and the enormous stained glass windows overlooking Dantooine's fields. Sunlight flitted through the glass, multi-colored light of various shapes stretched across the floor and carpet that gave it a serene air. On the ceiling was a stylized mural - it was very geometric and Homra guessed that it was painted around the same time the temple was established in Dantooine. The carpeting didn't reach the center of the room, but it did lead to stylized stone work that mirrored the ceiling art. Precisely cut tiles curved and flowed around a swirling sun. A dozen cushioned chairs were placed strategically outside the flooring's boundaries, with glyphs etched right in front of them. Intricate vines and floral carvings swirled around the columns, the various cracks they sustained over the years patched over with gold. Homra took his time observing the room, in awe at the intricacy it held. Taking a deep breath, he padded towards where he guessed he should stand - it was close to the window and it gave him a rather spectacular view through the colored glass. He gave Thuria an encouraging smile and waited for Master Kast and Thuria to begin. "Whenever you're ready."
  6. Lustrous

    All alone, Homra let himself sink into meditation and kept an eye on Mirran. Sure she had a comm link and all, but he really wanted to be sure she wouldn't be in too much danger. Granted, danger was a part of almost every Jedi's life, and coddling her or holding back would be more dangerous in the long run. Through the Force, Homra had a 360 degree vision, could see as clearly as day - as a matter of fact, it was even better than his current sight. Well, considering that his eyesight was physically degrading, it was a lot. He could see plenty of the Kinrath patrolling around the caves, going through and fro as they hunted or kept intruders out. At the first sign of danger, it took Homra five minutes to convince himself not to stand up and interfere. She could do this, he just needed to trust her capabilities. Getting roughed up was going to be a part of her career, so he should let her get used to it. It wasn't easy watching her go through a large gathering of Kinrath and then reached a formation so close to the colony's queen - really, they should do a little house cleaning every now and then. Kinrath were kinda important to the system's ecological system, but there seemed to be a great increase in their population - definitely something to be fixed later on. "Oh crap," Homra muttered, rushing out of his meditation. The last thing he saw was the Queen looking agitated and was starting to sniff around, her legs clicking against the many crystals within the cave. It was starting to get suspiciously close to Mirran, and any closer it would nearly be touching the initiate. Should he go to her? Except, she hadn't really asked for help just yet, not really. And through the Force - oh. Feeling much like an over-excited youngling, Homra let his purple eyes flutter close again and reached out to the Force for guidance. Wait. It seemed to say. It felt like it was at the edge of something - something big. And Homra could only trust in it and stay still, waiting.
  7. Lustrous

    Homra observed Mirran as she meditated, watching as she let the Force ebb and flow within her. Her presence within the Force glowed with an inner light, and if Homra were to look at it with his mind's eye - the best he could describe it would be the leaves blowing in the wind from Tython's forest. Gentle and peaceful, seemed like the wind would easily shake it away, but somehow held on strong. Her connection had deepened, further than when the first began. The fact that the Knight wasn't pelting Mirran with rocks did wonders for her concentration. Homra smothered an amused snort at that thought. He didn't try and keep track of time. They'd take as much time as they need, and there was no rush at all. Well, maybe they might need some time. "I have found it, Knight Homra. It is further in. it grows on a primary crystal and water flows down the crystals. I..." The Echani's ears perked up in attention, focusing on the soon to be Padawan. Good thing Homra came prepared, fished out a commlink and a torch that the Kinrath avoided, and held both items it towards Mirran. "I read about the spot actually in the archives, from the journal of a Knight who explored the caves long ago." "... really?" Homra asked after letting a moment or two pass after Mirran spoke. There was something about what she said that seemed highly suspect, but if no one was hurt, well... It didn't seem to be anything serious. It should be fine then. "I have a torch here that's almost as strong as natural sunlight. Kinrath tend to dislike bright stuff, so this should do you good for now. However, in case you encounter something...." He pressed a green button bigger than the rest of the set on the comm unit. "This automatically pings me in case you're in danger and need help right away. I'll try to respond as soon as I can. However, I would prefer that you avoid conflict as much as possible, or if necessary - fight with your training saber. You don't necessarily need to kill a Kinrath, but it should buy you enough time to run or get help." Beaming, Homra continued. "For your next part of this assignment: you'll need to go deeper physically, retrieve the crystal, return here, and then we can begin with the final part of your trials."
  8. A Jedi Knight At Last!

    Homra wasn't often called for Knightings, and he often found himself awkward whenever he witnessed one. His own was without fanfare and it was more or less a Master told him he was promoted to the rank of Knight. His padawan brain was long gone, and he was more or less done with his probation. Not that the Echani minded, but he supposed he preferred it this way. He passed by a couple of other Jedi here and there, greeting them politely as he made his way to where the Knighting ceremony would be. He wasn't Knighted here, and that was fine. Today was all about a soon-to-be Knight anyway, and lingering in the past would keep Homra from moving forward. When Homra arrived, he paused at the entryway and observed the two women present. He hadn't quite met the thinner woman - Ellina Kast - before, and his interactions with Thuria weren't a lot either. However, they had met in Coruscant and shared a mission together to Generis. It was... quite the mission. Still, Homra was beyond glad to see her come so far. She was going to be a Knight, and new responsibilities and opportunities were going to open up for Thuria. He waited for both to finish speaking before approaching. "Good day, Master Kast, Thuria." He grinned as he turned to Thuria, his tone teasing. "It's your special day huh, Padawan Drinna - oops. It's going to be Knight Drinna now, after this."
  9. Lustrous

    Homra grinned and stood up, dusting the dirt off his robes and slung the bag across his back. "Good." The Echani patted one of the lightsabers clipped to his belt before motioning for Mirran to follow. "We have some work to do." There was no need to bring a light source, and Homra took to using the Force to guide themselves. He easily avoided the many puddles and uneven parts of the path, sidestepping a few jagged rocks or holes here and there. Mirran seemed a lot more confident now. Sure, she was still shy and reserved, but who she was when they first met was klicks away from who she was now. "Last time we were here, we just had a light meditation." Homra stopped when he finally reached the clearing, turning on his heel. He quickly found a good spot and sat down cross-legged. The bag on his shoulders landed with a gentle thud, and he placed it between his legs and began taking out various parts and components. Emitters, focusing lens, energy cells, pommels, straight and curved hilts - everything needed to construct a lightsaber, Homra bought it all there. "This time, I want you to go in deeper. There are countless of crystals deep within this cave. I need you to find yours." The Echani patted the ground next to him. "It could be just here or deeper within the tunnels. It would be difficult finding it, and it will be dangerous. However, let the Force guide you and it won't lead you astray."
  10. Lustrous

    Elona 1, 3629BBY Crystal Caves, Dantooine Homra sat cross legged close to the cave's entrance, eyes closed in light meditation. He already sent a summons to @Mirran Kai. The Echani had a bag full of various components important for Mirran's final task, and he trusted that she was more than ready for what they were going to do next. The sun was partially hidden behind clouds, Dantooine's weather mild as always, the breeze fresh and refreshing as Homra waited. It had been six months since he first met her, and now he's quite curious how much she had grown from that shy initiate to now. The mission in Tython and that discussion with Master Antur... was quite the thing, especially with Char around. Then the issue with a few Peacekeepers was a headache he was happy he hadn't dealt with. So now he waited patiently, ready to take Mirran to her final task.
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  12. Set In Stone

    Homra had no idea how to react. He stood as still as possible, casual air gone, mouth set in a flat line as he stared at Magnus' display of lightning. He put both hands behind his back, one hand holding on to a wrist as he observed the initiate. "To deny we have emotions is indeed foolishness, Initiate Koaldor. At the end of the day, we are still sentient beings that feel. That no matter how Light one strives to be, there's always a shade or two of darkness lingering." He took a deep breath, could feel a headache forming between his eyes. There were a lot of times that he sometimes wondered just what in the nine Corellian hells was he doing. "However, the purpose of letting our emotions go in the Force is so that we could act without being blinded by them. As for the Dark Side." Right. Homra took another calming breath and resisted the urge to massage the bridge of his nose. "Anyone can use the Dark side, really, however there are still consequences. It still corrupts. If you're familiar with the legends of Revan, his intentions may have been for the good of the galaxy but he ended up being responsible for countless of deaths. I'm afraid we cannot take the risk of someone using the Dark side for a small chance to do good. While it may be true that Revan did return to the Light later on in his life, that doesn't change the fact that he had murdered millions of people. Nor does the fact that redemption ever comes easy for anyone that Falls." Homra's glance then flickered to the initiate's hands, tone flat. "However I would like to point out that to think that Falling or using anger turns one crazy or evil is foolish. Selfish? Most of the time, yes. Evil? That's oversimplifying it. Can't exactly label everything as good and evil, it makes dehumanizing others easy." "I'm afraid we're going to have to cut our trip short... and to expect some disappointment once we return to the Enclave." Well, the Echani wasn't completely heartless. He went on, in a more gentle tone. "You're not feeling it now, but Force Shock does inflict some injury to the user. It's still lightning channeled through your body. There would be nerve damage and the like. A quick to the healers first, for now." Grabbing the lamp, Homra then motioned for the initiate to follow, mouth set in a firm line as he journeyed out. Well, today had been something.
  13. Carry On Wayward Son

    Slipping past the Flesh Raiders was harder than Homra initially thought. He kept his concentration on maintaining his invisibility, using the Force to bend the light around his form. He was pretty glad for the sound dampening technology incorporated on his boots so that he didn't have to worry about it and just concentrate on fooling eyes. He couldn't afford to dally and check on Iman if she was following either, as the slightest misstep could catch their attention and get them unnecessary conflict. The Echani was careful not to bump into anything, sticking close to the shadows despite using his invisibility. It wasn't that hard slipping into the map room. He just waited for the Flesh Raiders to reach the middle of their circuits before trying to pry the door open a wider than it already was before. Once inside, Homra just dropped the illusion so that he could concentrate on his next task. "Incredible," Homra muttered, noting that the displays and terminals were still on. A couple of holographic images just showed half its picture, star maps with pixellated or missing systems altogether. Despite nature reclaiming the temple, there were still some parts of it that still lived. He fished out the spheres Yusan handed him earlier, carefully brushing some of the rubble away from the terminal that stood in the center, before snapping his fingers giddily once he found the port where the spheres could fit. It didn't come with an instruction manual, so the Echani simply assumed that it probably had a program that would automatically copy the data needed. And he was right. Once in, the terminals displayed a notification with the amount of data to be copied and the estimated time it would take before it finished copying whatever needed. Fifteen minutes. Well, probably enough time for Homra to head to the archives and grab whatever that wasn't destroyed. Gathering his concentration, the Echani focused on making himself as invisible as possible, noting every shift and shadow and how to blend in best. It took him a minute before he's satisfied before slipping out. The Raiders were chatting on the other end, and the stairs wre just right in front of Homra. What he just needed to do was to maintain the cloak and remain as quiet as possible. Trying to make his way down to the first floor almost had Homra giggling if not for the seriousness of the situation, that and he nearly bumped into a patrolling Flesh Raider. It was difficult keeping his concentration and moving around the Flesh Raider as fast as possible. He ended up kicking a rock in his haste, but the rain that got through the holes in the roof probably had the Flesh Raiders thinking it was background noise or something. Hopefully. Really, that's all he could wish for. The doors to the archives were destroyed, but the Knight could see snippets of the ruins beyond them. There was a space big enough to fit a human and a small twi'lek - hopefully, Iman would fit through. The floor was muddy and the Echani was cringing all throughout because he was pretty much dragging the dirt beneath himself. The shroud flickered about once or twice before he finally made it in, finally falling apart at the last minute as he finally squeezed through the narrow space. "Ugh, I want fifty hot baths after this," he muttered, resisting the urge to dust the mud off. That'd just soil his clothes even more. "And Alderaanian champagne and Nubian stew." With that, the Echani stood up and glanced around the archives, heart stuttering in his chest as he finally saw the ruin of his once home. The once proud shelves had toppled over each other, countless broken data crystals and cubes littering the floor. Almost all of the archives had been completely destroyed - thousands of years of knowledge gone along with most of it. His old terminal was completely scorched, nothing more but melted plastoid and durasteel. The windows were all shattered, thick ivy blocking the view and had already claimed a great deal of the space inside, had practically turned the archives into an enormous cage. Heart in his throat, Homra swallowed his grief and stepped forward, wiping at his burning eyes as he approached what looked to be the only shelf left standing. In front of it was a pedestal with its protective shields stuttering feebly, a holocron lying inside. By the looks of it, the only one left. Taking a deep breath, Homra gathered the Force around his hands, directing it through the holocron container's circuits and hardware to disable it. With a single snap, the shields turned off with a hiss and the Echani carefully grabbed the well of knowledge. As much as he wanted to admire it, they were pressed for time. Without another word, he took the front plating off his armor and opened his tunics before placing the holocron in an inner pocket. It was dodecahedron in shape, and he could feel it press hard against his ribs as he put his clothes back in order. Next would be the remaining data cubes. It's not like Homra had enough space inside his robes to fit them all. Cracking his knuckles, Homra activated the datapads on both arms and pulled a tab to a port where data cubes and crystals usually fit. This was going to take a while. Thankfully, he had a similar program to the spheres Yusan gave him, and he just needed to put the crystals or cubes on the port. Unlike the map ro om, it was faster transferring data from the cubes to his devices. There wasn't much that survived, really. Not even a hundred. If a cube or crystal wasn't shattered, they were either a mess of scorch marks with nothing to salvage. At the end of it, Homra only gathered about twenty-three data cubes and crystals. Barring the holocron Homra hid inside his tunic. Now, here came the hard part - going back to the map room. Homra wanted to conserve his armor's tech as much as possible, and simply gathered the Force around himself, bending the light once more before dropping down to all fours to crawl out. It was harder now that the Echani had a solid object digging into his side, but he somehow managed. Once outside, Homra carefully made his way back up, thankful that the stairs were just in front of the doors to the archives. He was careful to keep his steps as silent as possible, glancing back and forth trying to find the patrolling Flesh Raiders. It didn't take that long for him to gather the data, didn't he? Then he froze. The doors to the map room was open. Kriff. Taking a deep breath, Homra approached as quietly as possible, taking his sweet time. Once he was close enough to peek at the sides, the sight had him both sighing in relief and cursing his luck. On one hand, the spheres looked intact. On the other, all of the patrolling Flesh Raiders were there. Well Kriff, he needed a distraction.
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