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Thuria Drinna

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  1. Just a scratch.

    Thuria nodded. Okay, she could do this. It was just another mission and she had things to do. With luck on her side, and the Force as her ally, maybe she could learn something. There was the owner, speaking with a couple of people. Thuria huffed. It was time for some answers. "Sir," Thuria spoke to the owner, "I'm Thuria Drinna, Jedi Padawan. Can you tell me what's going on?" "These fires were caused by appliances setting off." The owner described to her. "This didn't just happen. I spotted a Togrutan with green skin - not your master, but someone else - jogging. This Togrutan - she had a torch, but also a mine. I don't know what she was doing, but it looked suspicious. By the time I came to help out these people, it was too late. The Togrutan vanished without a trace." "She couldn't have gone. Do you know her name? Is she a resident here?" Thuria asked, concerned. "Neela." The owner answered. "Someone called her Neela. I knew this was suspicious, but I'm sure there's an explanation." He asked her, curious. "Is there anything else you need?" "Where did Neela go? Do you have a destination?" Thuria asked, serious. "Yeah. Tatooine." The owner said, confused. "I thought I heard her say Tatooine. Maybe she's boarding a ship." He asked, "Do you have anymore questions?" "No. Not right now. Thank you." Thuria said, heading back to Brison. She explained what she heard to her Togrutan Master. "This whole mess is suspicious. The owner seems nice, but I'm not sure. I think there's more going on than we first thought. The owner's our first suspect." She said with a nod.
  2. Finally! I'm caught up with posts.

  3. Just a scratch.

    Thuria pondered over what was happening. The situation was dire, but to see these fires organized in such a manner was unthinkable. Who was causing these fires? Who were the instigators? Something wasn't right. "I think someone is out to get these people." She stated, turning to her Master. "These fires didn't start by accident. Someone organized this. It's clear that someone wants these people dead, but for what point? There has to be a motive involved. Maybe these people know someone that's starting these fires." It was a good guess, but it was the only logical reason she had thought of. Maybe it was Czerka's doing, but why would they go after civilians? That was the big question. Or maybe it wasn't Czerka, but a gang. Either way, her training was taking her to places unknown. Maybe she would be prepared for battle one day. Right now, one thing at a time.
  4. Just a scratch.

    Thuria's panting slowed down. Sweat still poured down her brow, but it wasn't too bad. She wiped it away with her hand. She was keen on getting her strength back. Good thing she had a water bottle to drink from. Just as she drank a few gulps of water, her attention turned to Brison, who regrouped with her. It was good to see they were safe and well. "So, Padawan. Your experience learning to absorb. What did you notice?" Brison asked. "Learning under pressure can be tough but it is a skill well worth mastering. Improvising as a Jedi can save you." "I did learn that, master." Thuria pointed out. She inhaled. "It got easier after the first try. I suppose the quickest way to stop a fire is to absorb its energy. A lot of flames died down as a result, around the house." She coughed. "I think I did good." She looked up at Brison again. "What did you think?"
  5. Just a scratch.

    Thuria calmed herself. There were so many flames around the house. Okay, she needed to relax. Use the Force. Remember her training. She approached the first flame and closed her eyes. She could feel the flames absorb into her hands. Her heart raced inside her chest. She could do this. No. She was losing the flame! She lost the flame. She had to try again. She closed her eyes once more, feeling the flame come up to her hands, absorbing into her. Sweat poured down her forehead. She wiped it with the back of her hand. She could do this. The first one was beginner's luck. She needed to be careful or else risk getting burned. She moved around the house, feeling the small flames penetrate her skin. The Force was with her. She breathed in and out, feeling the flames as they licked the smoky air. Each flame had a unique texture, and yet they all represented one thing: a force to be reckoned with. The weight of the second flame was worse than the first. "Ow!" Her hand barely got burned, but the pain reached the skin. She needed to calm down, think on the Force and all it could do. At last, she absorbed the flame. The third and fourth times were better. She moved about the house now, absorbing each flame, feeling its warmth drive her to do more. Exhaustion filled her up, taking root inside her. With the last flame absorbed inside her, she moved a good distance away, right next to Brison. She collapsed on the ground, sweat pouring down her face and her chest. "I did what you - asked - Brison." Thuria panted. Yes, she did indeed.
  6. Just a scratch.

    Thuria nodded. Her attention focused on the bowl. She didn't need to think too hard. The bowl was hot in her hands, but warm to the touch. She could feel the pulsating energy surface around the bowl, feeling the temperature rise within herself. It wasn't too hot. At the same time, she felt much better. She took another sip, feeling the warmth surface all the same. She shook from the heat, the tremors sinking deep into her skin and through her chest. It was so good to eat hot food. So this was the energy Brison was talking about. That invisible energy absorbing through her hands. It was the same concept. "I'm not trying that hard to let the energy absorb, just by holding onto this bowl. It's just happening." Thuria admitted. It was true. It felt good, but something was missing. Some concept she had yet to understand. Something stood out, nonetheless. "It's going to be much harder when I do absorb energy. Isn't it?"
  7. Just a scratch.

    Thuria nodded. She needed to ask these questions. It was necessary that she do so. Some part of her wanted to tell Brison everything there was about her, but there wasn't much more she had to tell. Besides, what her master already knew about her. But these questions she wanted answers for. "Brison, I still want to be a Guardian. I know I should have been more prepared for battle. It took me by surprise. I need to be ready for surprises and death, wherever it comes. I know that now. I just wish we could do more training in that, so I become a full-fledged Jedi Guardian. Is this still possible?" "Also," she wasn't finished yet, "how does Force Absorb work? I can see, from what you've shown me, that I need to absorb energy. Allow it to come in me and maybe be safe from the enemy. Is that not correct?"
  8. Just a scratch.

    Thuria moved as best she could towards Brison. Ever since she freaked out on her - what had she been thinking - she was caught up in a series of small tasks, small and out of harm's way. It was what she wanted, right? Surely, there were ways to pass to Jedi Knight, but this one was small. But was it the right path for her? In time, she wandered out to the campsite. There was food brimming over the campfire and lots of medial supplies. Thuria looked on at the stars. Thoughts of wanting to explore other worlds and be part of the action took hold in her heart. She wasn't ready for any of it. Everything had moved so quickly. To have that first ounce was relief was what she wanted, right? Then again, she did freak out. Maybe taking it slow, for the time being, was the best option. At least, for now. "Brison." She said, joining her by the fire.
  9. Immune to Your Consultations

    Thuria sat by herself for some part of the flight to Generis. She hadn't expected to be away from her master, and yet this was the best that time could accommodate. Maybe being on a diplomatic mission might straighten her up. Then again, was she truly ready to prove herself as a Guardian? Last she recalled, she panicked, but she didn't stray too far away from the situation of war and the injured. Now here she was: ready to prove herself again. Physically, she was learning to adapt. Mentally, she was on an ongoing battle against herself. That wasn't the least of her worries. Most of the time, she found herself either engaged with the Jedi socially or spending time by herself. Either way, she benefited learning the ropes and doing things on her own time. But what didn't add up was why she chose to entangle herself again in another one of these missions? She finally focused on Homra and her new companion, after snapping out of another deep meditation. "Hi Iman," Thuria said, shaking his hand and playing it cool, "I'm Thuria. Thuria Drinna." She turned to Homra with newfound eyes. "Homra, in truth I haven't been on many diplomatic missions." She shrugged. "In all honesty, I believe this is the first time we've been on a mission together. As for my thoughts, I just hope we get through this in a peaceful manner. I still hope this diplomacy works out well for us and for the citizens of Generis." She turned to Iman, asking politely, "So Iman, are you prepared for this mission?"
  10. Promotion Orders: Homra

    Congrats Homra. I know we didn't get to do that much in the thread we worked on, but congrats anyway.
  11. Plotter - Thuria Drinna

    Character: Thuria DrinnaRank: Jedi PadawanAffiliation: Unified Jedi Order Allies: Brison Yi Coventry Desperaux Inoy Llimetch Apprenticeships: None Aquaintances: Homra Azner Enemies: None Schedule: I'm mostly on throughout the day, but it varies. Sometimes I'll be on close to late in the evening, other times it will be early in the morning, etc. It also depends on what I am doing throughout the day away from the computer as well. But I do my best to stay on this site regularly. Current Roleplays: Axiom Team-Up Thuria/Inoy/Brison The Knife's Edge Just A Scratch As of right now, I don't have a whole lot of ideas, but if any come up I'll put them here.
  12. The Knife's Edge

    Thuria nodded in understanding. She was calming down some more, a good sign that maybe all was not lost from her. Now she could rest easy and think on the day and all the events that transpired. And she did, finding herself a bed to sleep on to gather up her strength and renew herself to the next morning or the night to come. She couldn't help but think about all that had happened. In such a short amount of time, she was put in situations she never thought possible. Sure, she would have battles to face, but today's events really made her scared. She could have ran, but no. She chose to face what she was feeling and confront her new master. Brison was her friend, but now she was her master, too. And should battles come again... she sighed. She would have to face them. She couldn't just escape and think that nothing else would come from it. She was a Jedi, but a Jedi in what field? Where did she belong? Was she about to pass the trials and complete her training? Now, she was back to the beginning again. She was pulled back for a reason and because of what she did, she was pulled back again. Oh, would she become a knight yet? That was a good question. She needed to relax. There is no emotion, there is peace. Yes, she could do it. She could find peace within herself. She needed to calm down and think carefully. Healing. She could try healing. She could try and be someone who she never thought she would become, even if that meant becoming a healer, but was this the proper path? Was this the right decision for her? She didn't know. She just knew her destiny was about to find her or had already done so. She might as well try healing, see how she would do. It would be better, for now at least, to prove her worth there. She woke up, wondering where Brison was. Oh, now she remembered. She needed to find her. Slowly, she rose from the bed and approached one of the soldiers, asking them, "Where can I find Brison?" "She's over there, resting," the soldier replied, pointing her to the appropriate tent. "Thank you," Thuria walked across the campsite and inside the tent. There was the Togrutan woman, meditating. She sighed. Could she do this? This was for the best. "Brison, I think I'm ready to start healing people, whenever you're ready." She was so calm, it surprised her, but in a good way. She never felt so good before, but in this moment, joy returned to her at last and it felt good again.
  13. The Knife's Edge

    Thuria fell silent the second Brison spoke. It was taxing enough as it was being summoned straight into a war without being prepared. On the other hand... no! She would not think terrible thoughts. She was a Jedi, but how much of that affected her, truly? She had enough of being let go of by those she loved. Her nanny first, then Dek and her other friend, who she only barely remembered, and then following up with Brison's rigorous jump start training. It was too much for her as it was. She had to have things taken one at a time, not dive in headfirst without a second's glance. And yet, she was discouraged from head to toe. She knew Brison meant well, but... how was she to endure going through the trials? They were becoming harder and harder with each lesson. Maybe a Jedi's life was difficult after all. She just didn't ask for any of this. "Well, I have been tossed around a lot throughout these training sessions," Thuria spoke, tensely but doing her best to stay calm. "I wasn't prepared for this, Brison. Diving into battle and then to see all those dead - it shocked me. It shocked me to my core. I'd rather see lives won and alive then witness carnage, but if that's what it takes to be a Jedi...." she sighed deeply, "....how do you expect me to cope with this?" Her body trembled from all the emotional tension. "What can I do? Maybe something simple until I'm ready for another fight might be better for me. We're moving too quickly. I feel like I'm about to burst." She admitted, looking at Brison now, "I won't run like that. Not again. I'll stand by you and fight, but this is all too much for me right now. I hope you understand. I still want to be your padawan. I'll do my best not to have another breakdown. I'm sorry about that." She rested her hand on her warm forehead. This was all too much for her. It was too much. What more could she do now? That was the question. All she could do now was hope for the best, wherever hope may come.
  14. The Knife's Edge

    Thuria sat and sat inside the tent, wondering when Brison would return. A part of her wanted to leave the Jedi. That part had been prodding her mind ever since Dek Fisher parted from her twice. She had no business with this sort of thing. And yet, she couldn't run from the fight either. Why then did this all have to be so hard? And her injury was certainly going to cost her much, if not while it was healing. She knew what her difficulties were: letting go. The Jedi let go of a lot of things, but did that mean their emotions, too? The Code made it very clear: there is no emotion, there is peace. So, were Jedi then droids, taking command of whatever they pleased? She wanted to be free from this kind of burden. She thought often of leaving the Jedi now. There just wasn't any reason to stay. Why then did she feel the urge to stay and help? Because she had been pulled into war very fast, before she was truly ready to face it. War was the only thing keeping the Jedi and everyone from defending the galaxy. But some battles were worth fighting more than others. And if she was not to have anyone to love, then what did she have to lose? It hurt now even thinking about that. Maybe she should stay with the Jedi, but their ways... their ways didn't fully satisfy her need to make connections with others. What was more important than making connections? They already broke up her connection with Dek.... she wondered if she would ever get over him. She had, but it was the manner that their connection broke that just made things worse. Brison was the one who, time and time again, coaxed her into settling the matter, even when it was her decision. There were just some days when she could not agree with the Jedi ways. What was she to do now? Just pretend their breaking connections with people didn't happen? Of course they did happen. Brison admitting she had been a Sith didn't change what she had made her do, even if it didn't seem like she was making her do it. No, there was a fine line to be drawn here, a line that had already been crossed. If she chose to stay with the Jedi, all these unsteady emotions may not settle. Whether she would truly come to terms with what the Jedi were doing was another matter. She just hoped that one day, the Jedi would see their faults and fix them, just as she wondered if they noticed her faults and why they kept holding her back to being a Master's Padawan until she was in her mid-teens. How many more strikes would she have to endure before this war was over? There were so many questions, and yet if she left the Jedi, where would she go? If she stayed and fought, what good would that do? She'd be killing lives, lives that may yet have a second chance to see where it would take them? If she stayed with the Jedi, all these emotions would resurface. She was stranded, stuck and unable to move forward. She just hoped that someday there would be a balance in the Force, even if it did not come in her time.
  15. The Knife's Edge

    Thuria sighed in relief. The light was surrounding her more now. She didn't have to hide who she was or think she was doing something because she thought it was intriguing. Well, interest in something wasn't a bad thing, but the reality was just too much to bear if she ever thought she would become a guardian. No. She might, in this case, try something that didn't involve fighting. Maybe working at the temple would be better suited for her. Well, whatever happened to her, she would be glad either way of the decision she made today. And she was calming down now, so that was a relief, too. She grabbed Brison's hand, the moment she healed her. She winced in pain. It wasn't too bad as it was before, but at least she had enough strength to walk to the shuttle. Still, as she took her seat inside the shuttle, thought streamed through her mind. She had been tested in so many ways. Testing her so much that sometimes she could hardly bear it. And yet, it was true, she wasn't capable of fighting any battles through mere force and killing. She just couldn't handle the pressure. No. She was a diplomat and chose to make decisions through words rather than conflict. And yet, how would the council respond to her actions? Would they think she could no longer obtain the rank of knighthood? Or if she did manage it, what was the best way she could complete it? She was nearly there, but fighting in battles wasn't for her. She'd been through that. The memory of her final meeting with Dek Fisher haunted her thoughts. She wondered if she would ever get over what happened that day. She knew she couldn't let her emotions cloud her judgement, but why then couldn't she forget it? There were too many questions that needed answering, and she didn't know them all. The shuttle stopped in the campsite. She wouldn't run, but instead found a spot to sit and breathe. She was offered water by one of the soldiers, who checked her injury. It wasn't bad, but it did need bandaging. Fortunately, the medic gave it to her the second she was inside the tent. "Had it rough, Jedi?" the medic asked, curious. "I see you're not fighting." "There's other ways to fight a battle. I guess I failed at this one," Thuria said, calmly. She was disappointed in herself, but at the same time still relieved to be alive and not in the battle. She just hoped Brison was doing all right.