[10-14:03] 83889, *Kalen Vostan 
: *ponders* WHEN is Corellia? The answer depends on the context in which it is used...
[10-14:04] bc762, *Jaret Snomel 
: *Stops, looks off into the distance and scratches his chin. Pondering the universe.*
[10-14:06] 83889, *Kalen Vostan : (( *ponders infinity... then his head explodes* ))
[10-14:06] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : OMFG APC. *Starts to like groove to the music.*
[10-14:07] 83889, *Kalen Vostan : O_o'
[10-14:07] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *Grabs* Whats your IM...if you dont know the works of Maynard James Keenan I will teach your ass.
[10-14:07] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : Cram session style.
[10-14:09] 83889, *Kalen Vostan : No thanks, I do know the masterful works of music... I was just watching you dance... >_<
[10-14:09] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : Oh yeeeeahh...sexxy..
[10-14:09] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : Ef y'wont meh booody ahnd y'thenk ahm sexy c'mon y'gotta let meh knoooooow
[10-14:10] 83889, *Kalen Vostan : Aaagh! Eyes... burning! Paain! *cover eyes* Nooooo!
[10-14:11] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : eeeeh yeeeaahh *dance*
[10-14:14] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader 
: Why the fuck won't my process bar minimize.. :
[10-14:16] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : MWAHAHAHAHA! Now you know the wrath of gregiss!
[10-14:16] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Gregiss? Sounds like a dog food product.
[10-14:17] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : WTF
[10-14:17] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *punch*
[10-14:17] 83889, *Kalen Vostan : lol
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[10-14:18] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Har, har..
[10-14:19] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : Jair! *pout* He said I sound like dogfood..:(
[10-14:22] 83889, *Kalen Vostan : lol... *pats*
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[10-14:22] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : I'm gonna go play some wow!
[10-14:22] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Wow dude! :
[10-14:22] c9924, *Jair Karredo : You do sound like Dogfood...
[10-14:32] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Bored. Eats chocolate.* Ooooh no..
[10-14:41] c9924, *Jair Karredo : *Bored. Strafes something**Has more fun when he's bored then SeaBlue*
[10-16:07] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Djkajsdjkd..
[10-16:14] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : No activity..
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[10-16:30] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : This place gets way too idle for its own good.
[10-16:34] c9924, *Jair Karredo : Agreed
[10-16:37] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : It just needs conversation, that's all
[10-16:38] c9924, *Jair Karredo : Also agreed
[10-16:39] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Affirmative
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[10-16:47] 6ecfb, Lex: *yawn*
[10-16:49] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yes.. ok.
[10-16:54] c9924, *Jair Karredo : *Shoots things in his V-Wing*
[10-16:54] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Bah.. X-wing all the way.
[10-16:56] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : ((Freighters all the way.))
[10-16:56] 6ecfb, Lex: *Smirk*
[10-16:57] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Jaret, Silence Jedi scum..
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[10-16:58] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : As a Jedi you are not entitled to an opinion!
[10-16:58] c9924, *Jair Karredo : V-Wing totally owns the X-wing.
[10-16:58] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : In these matters..
[10-16:59] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : SeaBlue, silence pilot trash.
[10-16:59] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : and I'm
[10-16:59] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : out
[10-16:59] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : .exit
[10-16:59] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : gone
[10-16:59] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : not here
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[10-16:59] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : The Jedi left :((((
[10-17:00] 6ecfb, Lex: Odd.
[10-17:00] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig 
: ((Not all of them.))
[10-17:02] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : O
[10-17:06] c9924, *Jair Karredo : *is also a jedi*
[10-17:06] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : WTF? I thought you were down.. and you turn out to be a Jedi too.
[10-17:06] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : NOVA BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[10-17:07] JOIN: Get a Name! has entered.
[10-17:07] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Fuck.. it's not working. :/
[10-17:14] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : This was suppose to be a Star Fox/Star Wars hybrid.
[10-17:18] 4029a, ºMazzik 
: NOVA BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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: BOOOOOOOM..: Actually, the V-wing does not own the X-Wing: V-wing is really only good for Ne'Kressis combat. :/: I should finish my goddamn profile.: I should do my profiles. ://: I have it all in my head, I just need to formulate it. :: STOP FUCKING LURKING.: Where we go.: Er.: There.: Ok, you are forgiven.: Stand By Me is on.. best movie ever.: Ye-ye-ye-yes..: brb in 10: ((wb in 10.)): What are you talking about Mazzik? The V-Wing has better manuverability then the X-Wing and faster speed, while maintaining the same weapons load out. This effectively makes it and A-Wing type ship with X-Wing type armament, and cluster missiles and a reinforced hull, to boot.: Er no: V wing has speed and maneuver: But has no shields: And minimal laser cannons: Four laser cannons, same as the X-Wing. =P: All it has to do is turn and run and manuver out of the way, then swing back around and shoot the X-Wing, then turn and run away again.: It would be like trying to kill an A-Wing in an X-Wing.: If combat was that easy than an A-Wing would beat an X-Wing all the time. The main problem with the V-Wing for normal combat is that it has no shields: Having shields is far more effective than a reinforced hull in normal combat I would say: Yeah, and it's not like the X-wing would be flown by Stevie Wonder..: Its not qutie as manuerveable as a TIE Interceptor and you dont see TIE Int's winning every battle vs X Wings and A-Wings.: ((V, do you know how to enter combat mode in KOTOR2 when not actually in combat? I'm trying to bust down a door, but I don't think it's letting me use my mines outside of combat :/ ))
: OOC: So, who wants to RP?: ((Vampire Samurai?)): OOC: Yes. It's that Bryan fellow's idea.: OOC: I thought it had merit, so I stole it.: No Nyeven. For the nth time, KOTR 2 is NOT out here: ((FS, V, it's the same as KOTOR1.)): ((Was asking if you knew in general.)): Hit the R trigger and target the door?: Oh. You cant break down the doors: ((Nah, it's not that Mazz, it's that the mines weren't appearing on my lower-left screen as an option...just Open and my defensive Force powers were accessible. I gave up anyway...doubt I can get back.)): bbiab: hmmm: Hahaha: It is a stupid name: ((O_o)): Hahaha people with stupid names die.: I'm a grown ass man.: I do what I want.: ((*dies*)): ((*Contemplates ICness*)): *coughs up lungs*: ((Pfft. )): being ill :|: ((Yus. )): V: pls don't smoke crack :(: Minish Cap is good: I'm concerned with where Ronnie is: She is late: I will be disappointed: ((wtf @ KOTOR2 and random gay pride armour suit.)): Dont talk about KOTOR 2 please :(: I havent completed the first one still: ((Yes. Plot spoiler ----> Gay pride.)): ((I never played the dark side ending for KOTOR1. Maybe I should...)): ((*Hasn't played either of the KOTOR games*)): KOTOR is not that good of a game: ((Like blow?)): ((OMG *sees Sith dude in KOTOR2* *shits self*)): wtf I don't care about KOTOR 2: pls stfu about it: RP with Skitter: He misses you.: ((Yes. RP. )): Lex: Yes.
: Word up.: ((Does V even want to RP?)): Thar I am.: AHOY: THAR SHE BLOWS OFF THE PORT BOW: THE GREAT WHITE RONNIE: So you're saying I'm fat?: *OFFENDED*: Er, no.: I was saying...: That you...: Er...: Are comparable...: To the white whale...: In this way:: ...You are...uh, great. Yes. Majestic! And...I...chase you. Endlessly! But never catch you!: Hmmm.: ((Good save.)): That does make sense.: Yes. *curtly* Perfect sense.: *Hi*: Skitter!: *chokes down her coffee* This doesn't taste as good as it's supposed to.: you can get GC-PC controller adapters from GAME cant you: OOC: oops :/: *Stuck in a cell still*: *with that "The Bantha Cub" book*: *Throughout young Skitter's tenure here at Kliv's detention center, holograms have been playing...pop culture, holodramas, news, recordings of the galaxy's great speaker's....occasionally other books have been given to the Ne'kressis, though nowhere near as durable as The Bantha Cub*: *Since their last talk, that is*: Lurrrrrrrrrkers come out: ((I need to Rp. )): OOC: So do so.: OOC: Or doth you await a partner?: ((I won't let this build up inside of meee!! *Sway*)): ((I await a partner. )): (( *blink* )): ((Mazzik, you shoud oblige me with a fight. )): OOC: Should I?: ((Yus. )): (( *needs RP... craves it* )): ((I'll watch the fight IC. *Shrug*)): ((*Eyes the ghost*)): ((*Goes insane .. if he weren't that already, heh. *)): *leaves the bridge of the <i>Camelot</i> in command of one of his junior officers as he leaves, heading toward one of the "Senate" suites required to be on all New Republic ships. Chose to stay here with Kalle because, well, two people can't fit on a cot, and a messy room with a gigantic starchart isn't romantic. At all. Once he reaches it, he keys the suite open and steps inside, immediately shrugging out of his Navy-General black BDU top, opting to lounge about in his undershirt for the moment*: *Oh wait. Kliv posted*: *Has been given other stuff????? Like what?*: *steps through the entrance of the Neon Mynock, his eyes looking about the bar. Sure, the Jedi Temple is nice but, really, it's also nice to go to a sleazy bar every once in a while. So that's what he's doing. His boots give muffled clanks as he crosses the durasteel floor, heading toward the circular bar. Hasn't been in a bar in a while. His eyes flick about uneasily, but, reaching the bar, he does indeed order a drink -- mmm, Starscream.*: OOC: Whoops.: OOC: Camelot, obviousleh.: *Having a conversation on her comm. Looks profoundly disgruntled. Is lounging about in civies for the moment.* All right, Vice Admiral... Explain to me again how two officers managed to accidentally ended up in a trash compactor naked.: *whilst Shane is in space and Prefekt is in the Neon Mynock, Haley's comm beeps*: ((*mutters things*)): ((Test.)): ((Test.)): (( Hey! It' the Major! )): OOC: 'lo :): *starts to comment, but doesn't -- imagines that the real explantion will be better than any smart-assed comment he can come up with. Instead, unlaces his boots*: (( I am incredibly bored...)): *A thin eyebrow furrows lightly, him glancing up from his own drink - to look upon the Dirano seated right next to him. A feral smirk bleeds over those pallid lips, him lifting that cold, iced glass up and putting the rim to those porcullian lips - taking a rather long sip from it. Brushing a thick lock of raven, sin black hair back, behind his ear .. *: *Three books were whisked into the cell from the shadows. One is entitled "Ethicality in the Time of Mandalorians," another "The Ishi Tib Standard of Intellectual Debate," and another "What's Right, What's Wrong: The Coruscanti Accords, and Intergalactically Agreed Upon Rules for Moral Behaviour." The last title is rather long, but seems rather pointedly directed at Skitter as a criticism.*: *Doesn't enjoy them as much as "The Bantha Cub" so rips them up*: ((*shiftyeye*)): *downs the drink, slamming his glass down atop the bar* Ah. Oh, shit. Oh, dammit son, that's horrible. *coughs, hacks*: ((er...kalen...what planet are you on?)): *Hard to ignore the books, though, as holoprojectors that limn from hidden sources in the walls project the holographic form of the reading, with teachers and experts from every culture and race delivering speeches that pertain to the books, as well as going through the books' detailed inner workings themselves*: *The cage is barred all the way around, and faint, transparent field generators pump their energy round the clock to keep the Ne'kressis from touching these*: (( Right now... coruscant... you? )): Name, Race, Force Sesntive, Equipment, Brief history: Strong? *Taking another large gulp from his own glass. *: *That stuttering vice admiral on the other end of the comm paints a scenario of the two officers needing to remove their uniforms in order to prevent them from being stained by the garbage in the trash compactor entrance they were attempting to fix, in order not to pester maintanance, but they fell in, and landed on top of each other. Sighs.* I've heard enough, Admiral, and frankly, this seems slightly minor for myself to deal with. I'll leave them for you to reprimand about proper conduct.: Range?: ((Test. )): No, shitty. *turns his gaze to Tialos, smirking*: Let me guess ... engine degreasor. *Smirks back, downing the rest of his glass and ordering another. *: They were screwing in the trash? *looks up from unlacing his boot*: I've actually had better degreaser.: ((^_^ was deciding.)): It's yes/no.: But if yes, give a listing of powers and training.: Yeah? They have better shit in this place downtown, called Mike's Engine Cleaner. *Takes a large gulp as his drink arrives, paying for it off handedly. *: *Would cry but can't. Remains in the cell, rather irritated - banging its head off one of the energy walls*: *Moving through the milling groups of people down the street is a black robed figure. Tattered edges. Flickers of onyx black hair escaping from the edges of her hood. she's got somewhere to go...but where?* ((haha. ehem. where's kalen?)): Have you ever heard anything more vile? *Shudders slightly, before tossing her comm off to the side. Reclining on a couch, she kicks her legs up, crossing one over the other and resting them on the arm of the couch.*: I don't get out much anymore...I really wouldn't know.: *Shrugs lightly, taking another long sip from the glass. A large mouthful, swallowed with not even a glint of disdain in that pallid visage. He would have a very dark phantom of a presence around him, through the Force ... of darkness spreading, of screams. Of murder. *: Well, I caught your flight deck officer watching Hutt porn one time. *starts on the other boot*: *Eventually, Kliv returns...he steps right up to the cage this time, smiling at the creature* Hello...ees therre anytheeng I cann do to make yorr stay morre comforrtable?: ((.... <3 skitter. :/)): ...Well, someone's getting a transfer to a lesser Admiral's ship.: *Oh, that feels rather...not nice. Shivers once, but other than that he doesn't acknowledge the feeling*: ...Well, someone's getting a transfer to a lesser Admiral's ship.: IM me and I can help you out.: *Doesn't seem to have a reaction to that, untill he speaks. * Are you cold?: ((...ffs!)): ((Smiro: I can help too, if you like, in character. My AIM handle is Stoneneedle.)): (( I'm in... erm... anywhere, really... how about the cantina... )): Tear out your intestines and smear yourself over the walls *Its basic rather forced and clipped, even mixing in a few chitters as it stares at Kliv*: ...Yes. Are you going to offer me your coat?: Also, sometimes your cook gets fresh with some of the food.: I would. But I'm not a gentleman, and your not some smooth hot girl. *Smirks, lightly. *: Other than those two examples, no. I can't think of anything more vile.: *Anyway. Moves into wherever it is everyone is hanging out....reaching up with one gloved hand to flip her hood back onto her shoulders and take a look around. locating the bar rather swiftly and moving towards it. Her presence...btw. doesn't scream. it's simply tainted*: *Nods slowly* I'll get onne of my guyss on thaht one. *Taps his rather rough skin though, smirking* May take ay while, howeverr. Ay joke. Havve yo studieed thee sectionn on humourr yet?: ....Which cook? Ship cook, or personal cook?: And thank the Force for that.: OOC: I THINK THE BAR SHOULD BE NAMED THE NEON MYNOCK.: Yes. *One hand dropping into that opaque duster coat, subtly. *: That's the fun secret. *grins, kicking his other boot away and heading toward the kitchen area* Drink? ...Carrot? *bites back a laugh*: *his eyes flick to the woman who just entered, and sensing that she is force sensitive, and tainted at that... he quickly masks his force powers to avoid detection... but she might get the sense that someone here is very powerful in the force... He observes her from the corner of his eye*: *She steps up to the bar...pulling off her gloves and tucking them in her belt. she orders...scotch. blood red cat-like pupils narrowing a bit as she hands over payment and waits*: *Grimaces.* Well, that's about killed my sex drive. I hope you didn't have any romantic aspirations for tonight.: Oh, I did.: Well, they're shot.: Oh, come on.: *Doesn't respond. Just stares at Kliv, one blade slipping out then in again.*: *Laces her hands behind her head, stretching out.* No dice.: *looks over at her* Hello. *nods*: Why not? *fixes himself a glass of water*: *takes up the scotch. sipping at it...slightly...licking her lips. then glances over at the voice...expression staying the same. then she grins. it's not friendly . it's more twisted.* Evening.: *Glares at the Ne'kressis in indignation* Well, thees eesn't ay luxury sheep. Eef yo wannt to sstay herre, yo'rre goeeng to havve to pull yorr wait, annd that meanss learneeng sometheeng. Deed thee Ne'kressis preach seetteeng arounnd all day, teareeng everytheeng een sight up een a juvenille mannerr?: Because I have been made ill at the prospect of what my cook might be doing.: Want me to ship her off to the front lines?: It's not going to get you into my pants.: *Raises an eyebrow and sips at his twister* *still suspicious* Crappy drinks...: I've never sent somebody to the front lines. I might do it just to get the experience.: Could do with some entertainment. *smirks.*: What a noble cause.: That doesn't make me a bad guy, does it? *arches a brow, taking a sip of his water*: I don't think I'm qualified to say. I'm not entirely unbiased. *Dryly.*: This place... yeah... it could.: We have no need for....this *Gestures to the holo stuff*: Maybe you could help me...*slowly takes another sip. then sets her glass down...reaching up to shed her robes. beneath...a perfectly tailored catsuit with elaborate embroidery. etc. she's got weapons arrayed from ankle to shoulder and her trademark whip coiled about her hips. she sets the cloak down to one side*: Maybe I'll send you to the front lines. *smirks*: *Clicks her tongue.* Send me anywhere? Don't forget who's in charge here. *Grins smugly.*: Perhaps. What did you have in mind? (( lol... *thinks about posting someting about the catsuit* )) *raises an eyebrow at the weapons*: ((...>_<)): Nnot what I see. I see ann eenferrior race of spiderrss weeth a load of weaponrry annd no identeety...: I'll never forget. I wear the pants in this relationship.: (( lol... )): Usually. *the smirk curls into a grin again* I just pick someone....*slips a blade across her palm and draws it...flipping it upright...re-catching the handle* and make them bleed. You game?: Mmm. But I wear the pants in this Navy.: THE SHIT IS BANANAS: B-A-N-A-N-A-S!: ((*dies*)): If you think you could make me bleed... *grins rougishly... a little excitement to stir up a bit of fun*: I thought your uniform consisted of a skirt, not pants.: ((...wtf.)): OOC: B-A-N-A-N-A-S!: ((oookay.)): I ain't no hollaback girl!: I ain't not hollaback!: OOC: W-O-M-B-A-T-S: We're speaking figuratively.: Good. *flips the blade....and snaps it off at his throat. while he's busy with that. catches her drink up and flips the contents at him*: If we are so inferior, then your New Republic will win this war. *Simply*: Are we? *raises both of his brows*: I was.: *ducks low, his force-enhanced reflexes allowing him to catch the blade, and dash sideways out the door* You want me? Come and get me... *aroud the corner*: But I can understand of abstract thought is beyond you. *Smarmy smile.*: No, I do nnot theenk that meeleetarry powerr alone definnes a ceevilizationn. Tell me, whenn thee Ne'kressis havve the gallaxy, what weell they do weeth eet? Turrn eet eento some perverrse worrship hole...spawwn throughout thee galaxy een a vain attempt at absolute conquesst, destroying all een their way, all senntience, all life.......?: I'm sure you can. *moves over to the couch, standing above her. Debates dumping water*: *smiles...and sits back down. brushing herself off as she motions for a refill.*: ((Of? If.)) *Looks up at him, giving him a winning smile.*: Perhaps you should ask for transfer to our galaxy and see what we have done with it.: *sneaks around and enters through the back... peeks into the main area and throws the knife at her, the slides back*: *shifts to one side...the knife flying past and imbedding itself in the wall past the bar. smirks alot. crosses her legs, gets comfy. and takes up the new drink. paid for. and sips*: *tips a little bit of the water on her. Icy.*: *walks into the room* Well... that was nice.: *Seats himself in a cross-legged stance facing the Ne'kressis* I amm afraid most of yorr people arre nnot as reasonablle as yorrself. I doubt I could get een to yorr galaxy...but, tell mee, what ees eet like? What feel does eet imparrt? Arre there any songs thee Ne'kressis seeng in herald to it, and eef so, why do they seeng?: Ahh! *Writhe. Lashes leg out at him, kicking.*: We do not sing. The...closest.... are tales of great victories and defeats.: *slips backwards, away from her prone kicking* The Winner! *raises his arms*: *doesn't say anything. but is still smirking madly. swirling her drink...one hand resting across her knee. *: Cann yo leesst somme?: Oh, bully for you. *Pulls wet clothing away from her skin, muttering.* Don't tire out your right arm, you'll need it.: *hand on his hip* I thought you could make me bleed... *smirks*: *then tips the water over onto his own head. Damn, it's cold* There, we're even.: You are not Nekressis. You are enforcing ideals upon me that I do not wish to read: It's not as fun with yellow ones.: Oh... yellow? Well... this is between me and you... no need for others to be put in danger.: Not really. I didn't get the satisfaction of doing the pouring.: Posh. It's all the same.: Others? *glances about....seeing no one important* Oh...right. *siiips again*: That ees wherre yo arre wronng. I'm forrceeng yo to learn about my peoplle, as I so weesh to learn of yorrs, eef yo would but tell me. But I cannot hope to imparrt upon onne such as yo ay sennse of morality, of ethicss. Thee society of canniving eentrigue, backstabbeeng, and lies ees not unique to thee Ne'kressis. Otherr societies that have failed werre based upon the grim pretext of civility, of honourr een battle. Jusst as school childrenn are forced to do their studies, howeverr, I weell continue to display this learneeng data to yo.: Is that right? Well then I think I'll use that same stance for the sex versus right hand debate.: WAIT WAIT WAIT: Where did the starry background go?: ((Likely the URL expired. Let me check.)): OOC: It IS starry: wtf crazy V: The stars are gone: OOC No they arent: ((yes they are.)): OOC: Dont make me take a screenshot and wtfpwn you: If you care to take it outside, then let's go. Otherwise... *points the holdout blaster that has been concealed in his hand at her*: ((V, be mindful. Your browser cache may not have updated. Allow me to correct the error, as only I know how.)): OOC: How is that then?: You will be incorrect.: We rule our galaxy. Your ethics and morality is weakness, as it was in our galaxy. Now the balance of life is right, yet your galaxy has show taint. You all possess it here, just like those who we conquered did.: ((The Shadow1980 server is down.)): But you'll be the one primarily suffering the consequences.: ((Temporarily reset it to http://i.pjj.cc/b531b57b9e61c6fb2305003ffaadd2a8.gif in http://pjj.cc/swrpg/gui_set.php Mazzik.)): ((Or permanently, I guess, seeing as how all of pJJ is probably down if the image server is down..)): What is it with men? Always pulling out their gun and pointing it at women. Tsk tsk. *turns to glance at Kalen* How about...you get rid of that. And I finish my drink.: OOC: I will brb: Not all of uss possess eet..*smirks a bit, pondering a few scars he could show the Ne'kressis in his long life of service to the Republic that would prove that.* But tell me morre. When wass life not een balannce een yorr galaxy? How deed yorr people come about...how deed they restorre orderr?: *puts the blaster away* You would be finished with it by now if you hadn't thrown the first at me...: We were experiments *Simply, though isn't elaborating.*: *grins again* It was entertaining.: Perhaps...: Annd...as experremenntss, yo fellt yorr people had already...well..figurred thee univerrse all out? No need to study amonngst a varriety of otherr culturres and peopless, jusst...take overr?: *flips a blade out...catching it by the handle and letting the tip rest on the bartop* you don't think so?: Hm. I apologize.: Well, I just don't like to smell like alcohol for the rest of the night... (( Hello )): We destroyed those who experimented upon us.: That's sad. Just say some witch spilled it on you.: Apology accepted.: *at the word "witch" his eyes narrow* You're from Dathomir. One of the witches... it makes sense now... *thinking about the taint too*: Who werre they?: Time for me to go. *moves off her seat. taking her robes with her and slipping them on as she moves for the door. drink empty*: Wanna sit up so I can sit down?: *smiles knowing he figured it out* What about our "game"?: Their name is unimportant. They possed great technology and were like your Republic amongst the stars: Nope? *Stretches out further, occupying as much of the couch as she physically can.*: I'm done with my drink. *smirks again. and moves out the door. flipping her hood up and moving down the streets*: Fine. *steps forward and lays down on her, still wet with icy water*: *follows her*: *for lack of anything better to do*: OOC: *stritch*: OOC: Needed pic.: *pauses....straightening a little. rolling a little tension off her shoulders. waits for him to do something. meanwhile. staring straight ahead. her eyes swirling subtly into black*: Hey! *Bats at his shoulder with her hand.* Get off. That's an order. You're unpleasantly cold.: *would reach out with the force to see the extent of that taint* (( craps... I gtg )): ((hahaha.)): ((*snaps* hahahah..ahaha...hahahahaaaa*keels over*)): (( I WILL GET MY REVENGE!)): I cann underrstannd throweeng off thee chainss of oppressorrs...but wherre does that factorr eento such conquesst?: (( ??? )): *she's coal black all the way through. as are the unseen tendrils of dark force energy that flicker around her rather like tattoos on her aura. sorry. sounds cool. tattoos on the aura*: ((*points at Mazz* HE KNOWS.)): The taint runs deep, witch. *reveals himself in the force... *: We annhilated them and all those who could threaten us once more. Our galaxy is not devoid of other species inferior.: Maybe you should warm me up, then. *snuggles down on her, possibly getting her more wet*: ((...i'm sorry. does it have to be termed like that? i don't want to be in therapy for yeeears.)): ((Haha, that's so dirty. More wet.)): ((...gah..no! )): What a poor line. You have lost your touch. *Squirms beneath him some more whilst giving him an exhasperated look.*: OOC: The action made it awesome. "Snuggles down on her": ((stop! pleeeze...it's not fair!)): (( What about wet?!? O_O to Kalle... Um... Hey there... *winks and grins* )): *can't see the look. Is laying on her, gazing at the ceiling* Sorry. I'm wet and cold. I don't feel too sexy.: OOC: *shitkicks Kalen* Mine.: *doesn't say a word. stands still. little bits of wind turning her robes around her body in random spots. just waiting .*((i cannot breathe !)): *Wanders down the Grand Corridor of Coruscant and the Imperial Palace there, looking quite dashing in his Blue Flightsuit that cuts with white arms and legs and trim, and has the Joint Jedi Operations symbol splashed all over it in a half dozen places**Singing softly to himself* From the Thirteen Moons of Yavin...to the Icy Plains on Hoth....to the Forest Moon of Endor, where the Empire was lost...From the Senate Halls on Coruscant...and the Shipyards at Fondor....Your freedom will endure....Loooong live the New Republic! Loooong live the New Republic! Looooong live the New Republic, her Justice will fight on! *Continues walking...singing, to himself mostly, but loud enough that anyone walking by him would be able to hear*: ((*whilest shitkicking is going on. snuggles up to Ronnie* quick. while he's not looking)): (( Fun Things to Entertain Yourself with while washing dishes at work: Make up New Republic Battle Hymn Lyrics to classic songs. )): (( *dodges shitkick* Hey Aekanna... *raises eyebrow* )): Jair was supposed to be on the Camelot. Oh well.: No action for him.: How manny worldss een thee Ne'kressis galaxy do thee Ne'kressis hold? What kinnd of a forrce ees required to police such a place?: (( Oh, wait, did the Camelot leave? If it left, then I'm there, if it's still in orbit, then I'm still down here. )): *has indeed left*: (( I think she is ignoring me.)): ((she doesn't love me anymore. and DAMNIT I POSTED!)): You and me both. *Takes a deep breath and with a mighty heave, pushes him with enough strength to topple him off.*: *Is indeed walking down a corridor on the CAMELOT then, instead of on Coruscant*: A hunting we will go, A hunting we will go, high ho the dairy-oh a hunting we will go. The Admiral picks the ship, the Admiral picks the ship...high-ho-the-dairy-oh the Admiral picks the ship. The pirates soon will die. The Pirates soon will die. High-ho-the-dairy-oh the pirates soon will die.: ((no hating on pirates!)): *toppled. Falls in a wet heap on the floor. Just lays there* Ugh.: Ninety-nine uglies to go out in space, ninety-nine uglies to go...you take one down, blast it around...ninety-eight uglies to go out in space...: (( *hates Pirates* You a pirate, Slis? )): ((of course not.)): (( I'm a wench.)): Our galaxy is slightly smaller than this.....* *Pause* ...hunting ground. We allow races to survive and replenish for war against us: (( Kuma Aleen is. )): (( Wow. Even worse. )): Serves you right. *Shifts onto her side, looking down at him.*: I may go to sleep right here.: Replenneesh? Yo keep ay perpetual warr goeeng on een yorr galaxy?: Fine by me.: ((THAT'S IT! he dies next time.)): *Busily he hacks and slices in intricate patterns and loops, increasingly difficult maneuvers with the fencing sabre. Retaining both cadence and form, his steady strides and exaggerated flips and spins remain elegant and graceful in the Jedi training room, a dizzying flurry of moves almost too quick for the eye to catch*: You say that now, but you're quite the snuggler when you're asleep. I imagine that you'll be rather sad come the middle of the night. *turns to look up at her*: *...walks...away..*: *Walking down the corridor on the Camelot still lost in thought at the prospect of hunting - and killing - Pirates and Wenches!*: Yes. We allow the inferior races to fight. That is our entertainment: OOC: Bite my lip and close my eyes / take me away to paradise...: I underrstand, threell of thee hunnt...tell me, havve they evverr been a seegnificannt threat? How much of yorr forces would yorr ceevilizationn diverrt to keep up thees...sporrt?: *Cocks its head to Kliv* They are no threat to us, otherwise they wouldn't be inferior. Would they?: Vicious lies. In fact, I don't even sleep.: *is silent for a few moments before he speaks, locking eyes with her* Gods, you're beautiful.: *gone*: *Her cheeks flush as the compliment comes soaring out of left field. Casts her eyes downward, then back up to his.* Oh, all right. I'll let you on the couch.: ((ffs...)): ((i mean. good night. :D)): Ourr heestorry ees leeterred weeth instannces een which supposedly "eenferrior" races triumphed overr their masterrs. Thee Battle of Endorr was larrgely ay success for thee Rebels because of the Emperror's underestimationn of thee indigenouss ewokss...I could finnd yo ay full holonovel on thee battle, personnal experiennces on both sidess, statiseecal analyses, that sorrt of theeng, eef yo carre to look.: Ourr heestorry ees leeterred weeth instannces een which supposedly "eenferrior" races triumphed overr their masterrs. Thee Battle of Endorr was larrgely ay success for thee Rebels because of the Emperror's underestimationn of thee indigenouss ewokss...I could finnd yo ay full holonovel on thee battle, personnal experiennces on both sidess, statiseecal analyses, that sorrt of theeng, eef yo carre to look.: ((aaaand we won't tell nobody about that.)): ((Wrong char I think?)): *Deactivates the weapon, sending a fierce glower in Kuma's direction* I do not recognize you. WHO DARES disturb the sanctity of the Jedi training grounds...? *his voice borders on rage, seething with indignation and enmity*: *sits up, crawling up onto the couch to lay pressed against Kalle. Smiles at her, face to face*: *blinks at this, tensing slightly, his robes a dark chocolate brown and pale cream inner robe* Padawan Kuma Aleen... I've been... away the past little while. *he states, not moving or looking away from the glower, albeit he did waver a moment. NOt quite the response he expected*: *Remains looking at Kliv, tilting it's head to the other side this time* You will want something in return: *then bows deeply to Nyevin, out of respect. This guy was good, whoever he was*: You were kidding about my cook, right?: *Considers this statement a moment after Kuma is done speaking. A harsh, icy tendril extends from his presence, darting into the young padawan's psyche. When he is satisfied that he detects the Force in significant configuration within the human, he nods his head* Acceptable. When were you inducted into the training facility?: *straightens, feeling the nudge and nudges back, not resisting, just letting Nyevin know he knows what Nyevin is doing as his soft tones come out* My brother and I were both inducted ten years go. I was eight, he was six. *he moves forwards, into the training ground itself. He had his own saber with him, obviously intending to practice himself.* And you are...??: Wannt, yess. I would like a leesteeng of the clann namess or yorr people and their functionss. Seence I would regarrd thees as purrely a culturral exchange, I ssee no reasonnn why not to go forth weeth thee exchange.: Yes. I mean, seriously. Why would I know that? *small grin; quick kiss*: *Kisses back.* I can never be sure what you'll get up to. Had to ask.: Shall we retire?: A ghostly apparition, assuredly...a spectre of my former self as a Jedi. In life, I was Nyevin Maggrig...but now, I'm just a wraith that wanders the halls here and guards the Order with fierce endeavour...: There are many many clans within the Nekressis. Each have their own function, tales and deeds. *Clicks, chittering* Families. Clans are like your familiy concept.: *resists a shiver at Nyevin's words, almost staring at him in fascination. * I'd never seen you here before this time... reguardless, its a pleasure, and an honor to meet you. *he states once he had stopped, a few paces away from Nyevin* I do not suppose there's the slim chance that you've seen my brother, Smiro today?: Oh, I think so, yes.: *Makes his way into the hanger where his squadrons fighters are docked, his own bearing it's distinct paint job sitting in one of the prime launch spots*: Wonderful. *grins and kisses again. Fades*: What sorrt of a hierrarchy? Who arre thee top familiess?: I have not. I am not here to make friends, nor to fuss after Jedi...I am here only to protect...: *he nods at that, accepting * Very well then. Although I think of all place,s the training center of Jedi is one of the most safest, wouldnt it? *he asks, in an almost lightly challenging tone, not really indicating Nyevin was wrong.*: There are eight major clans. The Ekishnak, Har'shook, Be'teris, Je'krakto, G'keti, Rhy'sahi, U'aiou and Shek'dai. : Don't be so arrogant, Jedi....you scoff at danger now..but one day, when the Ne'kressis come,no place can be regarded as safe...as to this being safest for now, perhaps, but where in the Hells else would I be, what in the Hells else would I be defending otherwise?: What purrpose do they serrve? Yo menntionned earlierr that they arre specialized towardss onne type of tassk?: *is taken aback by this, the young Jedi starting to show anger, before he pushes it down * I dont know... you now more of this danger than I, I will admit that. *he accedes, admitting defeat. He steps back, idly drawing - but not activating - his lightsaber, turning the handle part back and forth in the typical warm-up the younger ones are taught when they start * You say When... so its for sure now.: In my opinion, yes...and my views are wrought in experience....*one gloved hand shifts uncomfortably beneath his dark violet robes along with the adjoining arm, wringing his other, ungloved hand with the twinge of unpleasant memory*: *his eyes drop. He can't see the man's hands, but can see the motion and moves faster now while he talks, the unactivated lightsaber spinning and filcking with ease in his hands, but these were only beginner katas* Then... in your experience... do you think we have a chance?: Ruling. Warrior. Warrior. Information. Medical. Technological. Spiritual and Traitor: Traitorr...? *His head shifts up slightly with interest as he fixes his gaze once more upon the Ne'kressis* What deed thee...*his eyes narrow, recalling the memory of the clan listing with the respective clan functions with unprecedented perspicacity* Shek'dai do to deserrve such ay label? What was theirr forrmerr functionn?: Reincarnation: Ees such eenfighteeng common amonngst yorr people?: The Ruling Council knows what is best. The Shek'dai are traitors, they should have been destroyed: No, I think we never did...that the fates spoke for us when the universe began.: ((lag test)): *he slows a little bit, furrowing his brow. * Seriously? *he asks, lokoing at Nyevin now, paused halfway through the motoin, balanced on one foot perfectly, before he finishes up, going full speed, beautifully done and quite fast, albeit not as fast as Nyevin. nowhere NEAR as fast.*: *Nods solemnly* I don't make a habit of telling aspiring Jedi that their future is for naught, and that their life is that of a hunted fugitive...but I see no reason for dishonesty.: What attroceety deed thee Shek'dai commit againsst yorr people?: What attroceety deed thee Shek'dai commit againsst yorr people?: *he finishes up, but doest put his blade away* Thank you for your honesty. I do prefer the truth. *he states simply, his blade activating with the SWHOOOHS sound. The young boy backs up carefully, obviously preparing for more complicated training* So what do you think SHOULD be done then?: Assassination of a Ruling Councillor: I'd not attempt to impart my ways upon you, however...my resolution is to go down fighting the Ne'kressis with every last fibre of my being, lightsabre blazing, cursing them angrily in every language I know such expletives for...: *executes a few complicated maneuvers, almost as though trying to reinact Nyevin's experienced performance earlier, at a much slower pace. He stops, looking over at Nyevin then, silent a long moment* ;... That sounds like about what I would do, although without the cursing* He admits in the 'I'm not the cursing type' tones*: Fair ennough, albeit brief...*Kliv stands, stretching noticeably beneath the tattered gray cloak* Yo havve geeven me eenterresteeng culturral eenforrmation, I repay thee favourr. I'll havve thee Endorr records sennt. *Gives a bow* Howeverr, I havve extensseeve dutiess to attennd to. We shall sspeak againn...: I am not going anywhere *Sits down itself, actually lying down. Hasn't shown any need for rest before.*: ((Yo Jaret): *Notes the detail, but does not press the creature for it* Allso, I believve yo weelling to learrn, and yo arre right, thees morrality crrap weell seemply not fly. Frrom now onn, yo weell select thee contennt about which to keep yorr mind sharrp...doess that seem fairr?: ((*salute*)): Fairness is an illusion: ((up for joining us at the coruscant Jeidi training exercise room?: ((maybe...I dunno I just got offa work)): Allow me to rrephrrase. Would eet be morre or less desirrable thann me leaveeng these annoyeeng hollos I hated as well on? *he gestures to the floating, brightly lit pictures that yet float in the air, albeit blissfully muted for the duration of their conversation*: I wish darkness: ((ok. I'll be on for a little bit still.: You..? You should be with the other Jedi, coordinating the escape..the evacuation...the running. People will want to flee the galaxy when the end draws nigh, and you should be all too willing to help as Jedi.: *his brow furrows as he concentrates on the motions, repeating each one several times till he got it more or less right, and speeing up before going to the next one * ... I'm but a padawan... I would go where the council wishes me to... For now, I have been told to practice and continue my duties here. *he looks at Nyevin* So that's what I will do... if the order changes, then I'll willingly help with the evacuation, though I haven't heard word of evacuating the galaxy.: *Waves a hand, the holograms disengaging and the room once more shifting to utter blackness* As yo weesh...from now onn, all lessonss weell be in laminanium weeth heated text, forr thee eenfrared spectrum.: Light is not required to read *There's abit of intel for Kliv*: *He nods, noting the detail as with all others as he wanders out gracefully, not perturbed by the dark*: *Fade. Everyone loves Skitter*: *Tilts his head, as if hearing a far off voice* I take my leave of here...*he quickly replaces the disengaged lightsabre back within his dark robes, fading into shadow and slipping out of the training room in utter silence*: *watches Nyevin leave, startled as he wonders if he'd said something wrong, before brushing it off and going back to his practice, now that the floor was clear*: (( Hey Rhynn. )): Fucking browser!: Lurkers. Lurkers. Lurkers.: yes. oh sh0: 'lo V: Hi: <3: <3 back: bring us what: Starfruit!: Never had it.: ((yo)): It's not bad..: Yo, Kuma: ((What's up?): Not too much. About to go for lunch.: I've been piiickin' my scabs again!: *Goes back just moving to the music*: <3 Tool.: <3 Mazzik too.: ((*patpats*)(): Off to starbucks. Baibai!: 'lo Isamu: lo Mazzik.: Huzzah: Two fighter pilots.: Yes.: ((Good, you can fly the two fighters the NR has left.)): rofl: Do what now?: You're gonna be here for the Corellia event, right Isamu?: When is it?: ((When is Corellia, Mazz?)): Er.: I'm assuming next...: Er.: I'm not sure.: Exactly. You tell me when it's going to be ahead of time, and I'll try to make time to do it.: Poll hasn't helped much, tbh.: Because, I really want to start rping again, and this is probably the only place that'll end up happening.: ((I can't do it tonight unless it's ultra insane mondo late, I have D&D starting at 9PM.)): And, brb.: It's not tonight.: Also: Corellia is more important than DnD: ((Sooth, Mazzik, sooth. However, I couldn't very well blow it off, I'm always yelling at my friends because they always have someplace else to be, I can't very well cancel out.)): Well, it's moot.: As it's not tonight.: What the hell is Corellia?: A planet.: I mean.. as an event seemingly..: Oh.: Commando Liberation of the Ne'Kressis held planet.: Space and ground battle.: Very exciting.: ((Hmm.. *Contemplates if he'd be able to take part in it or not. *)): ((Everyone can, Tialos.)): ((Ooooo. )): In Yavin, most of the Jedi ppl in it hadn;t been rped before.: Those who survived were registered as a thank you from SoD administration plus it spurred along rp for 'aftermath': ((Good idea. )): ((*Busily wallows in self-pity*)): (( Hello? )): Hello..: Lurk, lurk, lurk..: ((*Lurk*.......*self-pity*)): ((Grrr, how dare they hurt the Ithorians! TIME TO START BUSTING WIGS)): Quit lurking.: Yep..: ((*Lurk lurk lurk LURK*: )): ((HI GUYS!)): Hay 8-): OMG *sexes up Mazzik*: *Jedi Temple: Coruscant. Training area. Jaret Snomel once again stands wearing a white sleavless shirt, white pants, and brown boots. He's come to the realization the other night that his defeat was in part of having become reckless with the melee attacks. Vowing to not let that happen again he's gone back to training.*: NOVA BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!: Just kidding..: ((*once again notes that SeaBlue is not dead. Grows tired of hitmen who suck.*)): Can't nova bomb an RP :(: ;: (( Hello... )): ((Kalen. WUZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP *include tongue wagging*)): (( O_o Not much... yourself? )): "I'm more than an actor. I'm an icon, an industry." - Corey Feldman: Hahah..: http://chat.projectjj.com/swrpg/jbb/?pid=6642: Hey there...: Not much here...: How 'bout yourself?: Isamu! Join us, have a beer, watch the game, have a couple of laughs...naked.: o_o WHAT THE HELL: *dies laughing*: ((Nada.. just chescking a few things. *test* )): (((...checking.*)): LOL... I think Jaret has lost his mind... completely.: ((Lost? never had one I think, eh hehehe.[/Yoda] )): The precious made us do it! Its the precioussss: LoL... schizo!: ((Nah, just been here too long.)): ((*Vanishes*)): *waves*: Evenin?...wtf? *Goes and looks out the window* OMG It was just morning a minuet ago!: OMG...why is there an antenna sticking out of my butt! I'VE BEEN ABDUCTED BY ALIENS!: *panic*: o.o: Ba weep grana weep ninni bon!: O_O: He got dancer and prancer with an old german lueger..: Ba weep granna weep ninni bon.: Abducted by Aliens but all good :): Mmm: Cinema.: So RP.: And 'lo, Azhrei: *RPing. He's out in the streets of Coruscant now trying to track down the two Anzhati force users who killed the woman and her two children. A frown spreading across his face as he once again walks across the grounds where it occured. Such a shame he wasnt able to stop them. Wearing his brown Jedi cloak over his grey tunic and gi. White pants and brown boots complete the outfit. A lightsaber rests in a clip at the center of his back, positioned there for easy access by either hand.*: *Bringing a Comm to his lips he sends in a beep to Rihani.* Master Rihani, have you seen anything in the holo-news about anymore gruesom murders around the Raleigh area? *Trying to see if he can find anyone or anything with information.*: *Prowling about the area the gruesome murders were. This time. Wasn't responsible. : o*: About two nights ago I felt a disturbence in the force and went to investigate, I came across what appeared to be a dead woman and two Anzati force users. They had murdered her and her offspring. I interceded and was incapacitated. I'm trying to find them so I can stop them from striking again.: *Gets a rather amused look in her eyes for a moment. Then moves out of the area. Where? Who cares. It's city, everywhere.*: At the moment? No...there isnt anything here but chalk marks and empty crates. If you happen to hear anything or get a feeling of something It would be great if you would let me know.: *doing...stuff. like wondering what the buzz about the temple is. etc etc*: *Sitting on the observation deck watching weather patterns*
: *doing absolutely nothing.*: Thank you master. Snomel out. *He pauses getting a sense of...something. He arches an eyebrow and it passes. He offers it no more thought. Moving further into the alleyway, peeking behind boxes and the like. Comes across a very small shoe and a look of sadness comes across his face as he thinks about what if it had been his young son out here.*: *Getting a soul inserted into his brain. Like hasn't already been hurt enough*: ((: ((*Kills the chat*)): ((oops)): ((test)): ((yay. slis's old colour!)): ((Jen, sssh. I'm killing the chat.)): *Looks up from the small shoe. That presence might be something so he might as well go check it out. Walking out into the city and opening himself to the force. He's suddenly bombarded with the feelings everyone has. The frustration at a clerk at a resteraunt not getting something right, the sadness of an old woman who misses her husband who died years ago*: ((O_O Apparently Paris Hilton is in my city)): ((There's a city called Paris Hilton? O_O)): ((....I read that wrong <_< >_>)): *standing in an alleyway directly across from Jaret's location with her arms folded loosely across her middle. long wirey black hair laying across her shoulders and down her back. wonders what the hell he's doing*: ((o_o)): *His eyes shift as he moves towards said Alleyway. Wants to see if its possibly one of those Anzati.*: *Continues to watch. Only blinking once. Her eyes remaining a rather impassive cold witch green. pale white fingers curled beneath or over her arms alternately. contrasting with the nearly black forest green of her robes*: ((*kicks pic*)): ((ehe.)): *He peeks around the corner spotting only the female, if she is in plain view of course. If she isnt well then he just peeks into the alleyway to see what he can see.*: *Still busy with datapads*: *Deciding to simply head on in. He presses the buzzer first though...(hehe)*: *Looks up at the door, then speaks loudly enough to be heard* Come in.: *Pushes the door open to be greeted by Rihani sitting at a desk with more notepads around it then students in the academy(er, probably)*Sorry to bother you master Ambri...: *Stands when greeting him* Jereth, come in, please. *He gestures to one of the chairs in front of him*: Are you expecting maybe the ice cream man? *her voice doesn't really give away whether or not she's joking*: *Sitting down comfortably*Thank you.*Eyes the table*Busy?*Grins*: *Eyes the datapads with a grimace as he sits back down* One of the disadvantages of being head of the Order. You have to sort out everyone's problems.: Perhaps. You havent seen two Anzati running around here have you?: Among other things at a guess...: *Wry smile* Many other things, indeed. So, what can I do for you?: ((....a lifted pink limo with hydraulics....wow.)): I was... having some doubts... about Corellia: ((Pokes Emi*You there?)): Oh? *Arches a brow, a glance shooting down at one or two of the pads* What kind of doubts?: *Shakes her head left to right slowly. Then smirks just a tad.* Did you lose yours?: *He smirks* Yes I did. You wouldnt happen to have a couple I could borrow until I get them back?[/i]: *He smirks getting the wave of Sarcasm from this girl.* Yes I would. You'll tell me if you see them right?: Well... I've been practising combat a lot lately so I think I'm ready, but I think it'll probabaly be much different on the field of battle...: *He sighs, and clasps his hands together before placing them on the desk* It always is different, Jereth. Tougher, real, yet surreal. Battle is not for everyone, and that includes Jedi. The Republic has asked for our aid, and we will give it, but I will force nobody to go. They all go of their own volition. If you feel you are not up to it, then don't go, it's as simple as that. You shouldn't feel as if you are being cowardly - as I said, battle isn't for everyone. *He stands, and moves over to the window behind his chair, gazing out at the cityscape* And this will be a tough battle. Not all of us will be coming back... if any of us come back at all.: No. I mean, I want to go but, well I suppose that I'm one of the few people around here with nothing to do so I had to much time to think about it and be nervous...: *Glances back at him, over his shoulder* There are many tasks you could be doing, Jereth. *Appears to think something over for a moment, then touches something on his wristpad* Jaret... are you there?: ((...obviously not)): ((*Cough*)): That depends. Why are you looking for them?: ...hmm. *Taps at his wristpad again* Well, Jereth, I have nothing that needs to be done right now... everything is being taken care of as it is. Perhaps you could help some of the younger students in training? We can always do with more teachers/: ((*Kills the /*)): Jedi buisness.: Mmmm... most of them seem to be very wary of me, I'm not much older then most...: Then no. I'm not helping you. *grins*: ((rar)): ((locations?)): ((Coruscant, Jedi Temple for Jereth and I)): ((*Saw that*)): ((can I join you?>)): ((Sure)): ((I don't mind...)): ((which part of the temple, or just somewhere?())(: You have more experience with them, and you should remind them of that if you feel you need to.: ((Very top, head office)): ((hrm... *thinks up reasons for a Paddy to be up there)): ((...a Paddy?)): Well, I kinda need to clear my head...: ((padawan)): ((Paddy... LOL*)): ((*smirks* Okay, I didn't feel like typing the entire thing out)): ((Perhaps delivering something?)): ((ehe)) Very well, then. Remember, there are a lot of students in the building... and the trainers are stretched as they are.: ((<_< >_> J must still be at work...maaan)): ((Sure... like what? Hehe)): ((wel, I AM open to suggetions *L*)): I might go for a walk around the grounds*Nods*Yeah it might do me some good...: ((More datapads!)): ((*L* Anything will do)): Alright, Jereth. You know where I am if you need anything.: *Just then there's the sound of footsteps in the hallway beyond, light ones as Kuma makes his way into the office, a small box in his hands. He's composed, but its obvious his mind is troubled, chewing on his bottom lip before masking it as he steps around the doorframe, seeing Rihani and Jereth wthin * Oh. Sorry, am I interrupting?: *Eyes the newcomer* Good evening, Kuma. Jereth was just leaving.: (( O_O )): ((*peers at Jair*)): (( I just tried to open a PHP file in Firefox and it popped up with a dialog asking me what program to use to open it...so I said Firefox...so it did it again...so I clicked do this automatically from now on...and the next thing I know I have 30 firefox windows opening up...and then 60...and then 90...and then a double beep and the blue screen of death... )): *he smiles faintly, bowing to the two elder Jedi * Good evening as well. I just brought up some more 'papers', per se that arrived. *he states, guesturing to the box he was carrying* reports, I am guessing.: ((There's a REASON I never check thaqt)): Yes, and all requiring my signature, no doubt. *He sighs, then moves over to the desk, gesturing* Set them down here Kuma, please.: (( I was sitting here laughing at my computer and then the blue screen popped up and I was like, Oh shit! )): *he nods, moving to do so, the box neatly set amongst the other things. He thought a long moment, then asked what was troubling him so long* Have you seen my brother, Smiro sir? He hasn't come back to the Temple yet.: *Stands up and places himself bang in the centre of the two, staying quiet*: *He frowns* The name isn't familiar... *He turns to the terminal sitting on the desk, and begins tapping in commands* Just a moment, I'll do a search.: *and with that. moves off down the alleyway.*gone*: *he nods, waiting patiently. Smiro was last registered using the training facilities two days ago. And a hospital this morning reported his body identified nearby. Kuma hadn't been told yet his brother was done*: ((DEAD, not Done)): Well, his name is here, as a registered Padawan staying at the Temple. But no, it says here he hasn't reported himself in for a while, now. *Glances up at him* You think he might be in trouble?: *he furros his brow* He's been missing almost two days... He is never gone this long without calling to let me know: Hmm... *Widens his search in the database, while bringing up his profile that's registered in the computer system* He is in trouble, then. *He looks at Jereth* Would you search for him?: ((slight idle. Gotta rock out))(: ((Alright... shall we pause for now?)): *Turns to look at Jereth hopefully* I would appreciqate the help. I was going to ask permission to go out and search tonight, but the sooner the better.*: ((No, I'm back now.)): ((Rocking out normally takes longer but the song was short)): ((heh, okay)): *Looks at Kuma for a second and smiles*Sure... any suggestions where to begin?: You might try medical centres... *Glances at Kuma, for his benefit* He might be hurt, and probably is if he hasn't called you yet.: *he pauseS* I'm... not really sure. He didn't say where he was going: Maybe start at the places he likes to hang out most at.: That's certainly an idea.: I'd suppose last known hangouts would work the best....: *he nods again and straightens from the desk* Should we go.. Master Rihani, are you coming too?: *Smiles, a little tiredly* No, Kuma, I have too much to do. Jereth is a fully trained Jedi Knight, and he should be all you need to help you.: *Smiles again but waits for Kuma to move first*: *he nods, bowing* I'll see you soon I hope. Rest well. *he straightens, and turns to look at Jereth, before nodding and heading for the door in a swish of chocolate and cream robes*: *Watches him, then turns to Jereth, speaking low so Kuma can't hear* Check the medical centres... I have a feeling.: *Nods but doesn't look at Rihani*Ready Kuma?: *he smiles, standing by the door* Ready for anything, Master Jereth.: May the Force be with you both. *Smiles at the two, then sits down at the desk, to try and plough through the evening's work*: *Bowing to Rihani he heads toward the door to join Kuma.(Master Jereth... wierd to him...)*You said he was using the training facilities two days ago?: *he nods* Yes. He and I practice a lot together. But I left early for some extra meditation. I presuemd we would be returning home together, but he never showed. *he hits the elevator - or the stairs, whatever this place has and starts down* He sometimes likes to visit the Gardens.: *Does a lot of work and all that. Fade out*: *Nods but remembers what Rihani said to him...*I think we should check the training facilities that he would be most likely to use...: *he nods* Okay. That'd be the main one then. *he states, stepping out of the elevator again * Maybe he just stayed late, although two days is a while. But maybe someone saw him.: Thats exactly what I'm hoping... what did he look like?: *he holds his hand up - a few inches shorter than himself* A little more slender than I. Brown hair, brown eyes... Robes are dark chestnut brown and a light brownish green. He's a bit hotheaded at times... but should know better than to get into trouble*: *Eyes the hands before bringing attention back to walking*Younger I presume?: *nods affirmative as he strides down the hallway* By two years, yes. We were both inducted together.: I see steers himslef into the training facility and heads on up to the main desk or whatever information place is around*: ((Uh... *Steers himself* that is...)): *heads that way as well, nodding * Aye. I've kind of always watched out for him. *he smiles at the clerk there* Hello. Can you tell us if Smiro Aleen's checked in recently? *the clerk goes to look it up*: *Has his hand on the counter but is starting to get that feeling Rihani was talking about, but he's looking around at various students*Did he prefer to practise a particular... type of traing?: I push him to practice everything we're taught, but he prefers the lightsaber - hand sequences most. *he explains after a moment of thought * When I'm not around he uses a droid to practice with. * Finally thew clerk responds - he was last checked in two days ago. Kuma furrows his brow agian, running a hand through his hair*: *Spends a mo' looking for an excuse to looking in the med bay*... you said he was hot-headed?: Well, rash. Hard to really tick off, but he's still overconvident *he sighs* no matter how many times I try to humble him.: *Thanks the clerk for his assistance*Well, you have quarters I presume?: *he nods as he turns to head out of the training facility * Yes. Side by side, but I checked his already... *he looks at Jereth hard* I'm starting to really worry...": Mmmm... he might have had an accident in training?: *he looks at Jereth, then towards the Medical bay, hesitating... almost relucatnt to go in there * I ... I woudlv'e been notified, Wouldnt I?" *he asks, starting to get a bad feeling. He takes a deep breath to calm himself down.* But... We should check, yes.: Don't worry... I'm sure he's fine...*Well, no he's not but he's trying to hope for the best**Simply follows Kuma toward the medbay*: *he nods at that, taking another breath as he steps in, first sweeping around at the visible patient sand stuff, sighing a little in releif. Almost immediately a nurse looks up, eyes widening as she stands * Aleen? *she asks, and Kuma freezes * errr, Yes?: *Steps up behind Kuma with arms folded and fully expecting the worst...*: *swallows a little bit at this, glancing to Jereth as he works to keep his emotions under control. that IS how Jedi were supposed to be * that's me, yes. *the nurse nods solumnly * I'm sorry sir, but your brother was brought in last night. He's been killed. *Kuma's eyes close tightly, and he lowers his head, emotions exploding inside him *: *Not suprised yet... shocked, slowly and unsurely puts his hand on Kuma's shoulder...*Where is he nurse?: *she hesitates at this, obviously concerned * In the morgue right now. We're awaiting a coroner to determine cause of death. *Kuma looks up, hesitatingly. * Can I see him? *the nurse pauses again.*: ((yo Jaret. Join us? We're in the Temple medical bay): I'm... I'm sorry Kuma...: *Walks into the temple medical bay wearing his brown jedi cloak with grey outtunics and his white pants and brown boots. Fought along side Smiro. He looks at Kuma and instantly knows of the man, can see family resemblance. Its funny because not four years ago the same thing happened to his brother at the hands of Eclipse agents...except there was no body to be found.*: *the nurse finally relents, and they're lead down the corridor to the morgue. In the chilled room, she moves to upll out one of the trays, a covered sheet over a body there. He doesn't notice Jaret nearby as he gulps a bit, steeling hismelf as the sheet is pulled off... arms lopped off, the head half gone, bruises and bones broken. He shudders. * ... Leave us alone, please... I... *he works hard to control his emotions. ~/Calm down. You're a Jedi... You shoudl be calm.../~*: *Senses the force nearly out of control, moves toward the nurse and nods. He brings her to the side and tells her to keep an eye on him but not to disturb... he says sorry to Kuma again and leaves the medbay to tell Rihani...**Fade**: *Soothing waves come from the force yet not a word is spoken from Jaret. The Force told him he needed to be here so he is. His eyes shift over to Kuma and he watches him, can clearly see the greif rolling off of the man. Jedi do not have such emotions but they're also Human...well some of them are anyway and they all have emotions. His voice comes out quietly as Kuma looks upon the broken body of his brother.* Its always best to let such things out. Crying can do more good than not.: *hears the voice, startled out of his pain for a moment. He reaches down, carefully lifting up the top half of the body, to embrace it, oblivoius to the slight stains to his own robes. He closes his eyes, anger filling him... and bitterness* But... its not how we do things... isnt it? *he whispers back, knowing Jaret could hear him. ': You'll come to find that if you dont let your greif out it will eat you up inside. The Jedi code may forbid showing emotion...but that was the Old Jedi order. Look what happened to them. *Still standing there with his arms folded together, not looking at Kuma nor the body, just staring at a blankspot on the floor.*: *heaving in breaths as he keeps holding the body, almost willing it mentally to live again, even though he knew it wouldnt. A few tears trickle down his face. * That... that is true... *he states finally, shakily. After a long moment, he lets the body slip gently back down again. Staring at the broken face, he straightens the hair a bit, trying to get it neat. Then he kisses his brother lightly on the forehead, before moving off, sliding tehsheet over, but he stops, not able to pull it the rest of the way, not wanting to let go * Why... Who...: Two Anzati force users. Your brother gave his life defending mine and the lives of two children. He passed a hero. *His grey eyes lift from the floor and over to Kuma watching him. The soothing waves still come through the force as he does what he can to help the poor young man.*: *the wves do help, but only affect tyhe edges of the anger inside Kuma as he continues holding the sheet, staring at the body. He starts to speak again, words a Jedi never wants to hear from another one, likely * I'll kill them... every one of them for this...: ((Oh??)): *His eyes shift over to Kuma as he says this. Yep, all of these emotions he's experienced before.* That is the wrong way to do things. That approach will wind you up on the very same table. *Motions to the table Kuma's brother is lying upon.*: *His eyes shift to Kuma, then back to the ground. Staying silent as he allows the young man his moments of greif.*: *clenches a fist, finally dropping the sheet lightly over his brother, he turns towards the other drawers, hands by his shoulders, leaning against it, beathing heavily as he fights for contro.: (('night. )): You must realise that acting out of anger like this the entirely wrong thing to do. My advice from being in your position and making exactly the same mistakes is to train...train and train and train until you can bring those two feinds to justice.: *he listens, starting to ease his heartbeat, his grief still there, but the anger only wells more at the words, despite their truth. The thought just made him boil* Train... And someday, when I'm ready to... kill them... *he accedes, inhaling sharply into a sob.* Brother...: *He understands that Kuma is angry so he will let the young man have his anger right now. Although he plans to shadow Kuma for a while.*: *finally stats to calm down, the grief overpowering the anger as its' forgotten, for the moment * I... I may have to take a slight leave from the Temple... to get over this... and bury Smiro. * he states finally, lifting his head to stare at the wall in front of him.*: Understood. You'll need to speak to Master Rihani. Also stay away from Corellia if you're on your own.: *he hehs * we're both born on Coruscant. *he states * My brother will be buried here... *he chokes up again, but swallows hard, working against the grief, reciting the calming litancies he'd been taught to deal with this. He turns, now to finally look at Jaret* Th..> Thank you.: *He extends a hand* Its no problem at all. If you need to talk to anyone you can contact me.: *he nods shakily at that, shivering again * I may take it up with that.... What is your name?": Jaret Snomel.: *he nods, offering a shaky, bloodstained hand. He quickly wipes it on his robes and offers it again * Kuma Aleen.... Padawan: I'll be in contact Padawan Aleen.: *he finallyd rops his hand, nodding again as he takes a shaky breath, closing his eyes as the ters start again * I miss him already..: You will. It will all pass in time though. Everywound heals with time.: *he states* But there will be scars.: ((*Taps chin, considering.. * Hm. )): ((hmm?)): ((*EG*)): ((uth oh)): ((o.o)): ((Evil grin?)): *turns and leaves, saying a word to nobody on the way out. He heads out, away from teh Temple, towars a small garden area nearby. There, he enters the small greenery, moving amongst the trees, still he found an appropriate spot. Dropping to his knees, he slouches, head down as his body shakes with sobs*: *Heading in the general direction of the Jedi Temple himself, actually. Not planning on going inside it. Might spray paint some graphiti on it like "Jedi Suck Wookie Balls" or something. Or might just walk down to the next block, where a good industrial club is. Can't decide. But either way, should be near enough Kuma for her to get that shiver up her spine, upon sensing the cold malevolence and scorn that is Hethren's force presence.. *: ((HE! HE! I'm a HE damnit!): *does indeed feel it, and shudders again, this time more deeply as he focuses, finaly finding a 'distraction' from his pain, moving through the force to investigate more, his pain and anger following it*: ((*lmao*)): (**Beats Tialos with a wet salmon): ((*guesses Tialos is gone)0: Hmph.: Lurkers!: ((I'm here. Waiting on Tia)): Ah.: There are other people hiding in the shadows, though.: Stop hiding.: So was I, but now I'm back.: *ponders bed since the RP is gone*: ((*yawns*)): ((Hello)): 'lo: ((*ties to remember how to view logs)): Click on members.: Then, there will be a link that says logs.: ((ahh. thanks)): Click that. Then, click current logs.: *after being out all night in the small park, Kuma finally works up the strength to return to the temple. He stops outside it, staring as it rises up. He shivers, and closes his eyes. A few minutes later, though his face was the picture of calmness, others passing him still notices the red eyes and swollen cheeks from crying, as well as the blood stains and mud on his outfit.*: *wanders aimlessly through the halls of the Jedi Temple, bored out of his mind. Could be sleeping, sure, but where's the fun in that? Sleep is for the weak and the dead.*: *comes around the corner, oblivoius to Prefekt right around the corner, having been so thrust into mental turmoil that he'd forgotten to pay attentoin to his surroundings.*: *...and stops short of running into Kuma, arching an eyebrow at the man* What happened to you? Get into a fight with a moving speeder?: *starts, stepping back as well, inhaling sharply s he focuses on the one in front of him. For a moment, anger surges again before being supressed. Despite his haggard appearance, he doesn't seem harmed * N... no... I've been... mourning... *he inhales again, holding it a moment * Sorry.: Mourning what, precisely? *arches a brow at the anger surge, probably readily felt in the Force around the man. Knows that fruit well; once picked freely of its tree*: *is quite upset, anger, grief and sorrow battling inside him against his training, which just barely holds them at bay. He takes another deep breath, letting it out slowly to calm his heart * My brother was killed by Anzati Force Users... he died... painfully.: Oh. Well, that's rather crap. Have you filed a report on the matter?: *he stiffens, red eyes narowing as he fight back more anger towards the other force user* ... No. He is already in the... the system. Its been processed. All that is left to to is send him on his way... *adds mentally, trying to keep quiet ~/And obtain justice/~*: So, you're going to run off after these...Anzati, then? *smirks*: *jaw stiffens a bit, and he wavers, continuign to watch the other man * ... I had... considered it... right now, I have to take care of my brother first.: Don't do anything stupid, right? *claps the man on the shoulder* We're short on numbers enough as it is.: *jumps at the touch... startled, and he nods again * I wont repeat my brother's mistake... *he closes his eyes, antoher tear running down * Why did he do such a stupid thing? WH?!?: Probably because he wasn't that bright. Dim-witted people do dim-witted things. *shrugs*: *he scowls at that, turning back to face Prefekt8* That's my BROTHER you are talking about! He is not an idiot! He... he's not! *is all he can stay back, his emotions getting the better of him again: He died saving another Jedis' life.: No, he's not anything except dead, I suppose. *watches Kuma* That was noble of him, but you need to calm down. There is no death, there is only the Force, and all that.: *bites his tongue hard enough to bleed, simply nodding as he pauses, silent a full sixy seconds to collect himself again * IO... I am sorry. We were... close.: And now he's dead, and you're pissed about it. I understand. Can I tell you what's going to happen, though?: I think I can guess. I will choose to avenge his death, and die 'stupidly' doing so, succeeding in nothing * he states back * But I will not do that. *he takes a moment to swallow the blood in his mouth*: No, you won't. *watches him* You'll decide that avenging him would be a right nice idea, and you'll run off, mind filled with thoughts of fulfilling this noble quest.: You'll meet the murderers and will become enraged. The Darkside will beckon and you, drunk on misery and rage, will answer, will run head first into it.: You may lose, and that's what would be best for us all then. If you go off on to get revenge, I honestly hope you do die. No offense. I'm sure you're nice enough, but I'd rather you be dead than have some berserked ex-Jedi Darky running about, mad with power.: *stares at Prefekt, but it wans't an angry stare. Just a... stare. He then nods, slowly as he swallows agian * that is... all... very correct. *he states upon realization setting in, some of his anger just gone from the words. But it was still there, smouldering * Its... the wrong path to choose*: ((*scratches out that last * thingy*)): Don't be angry. I tell you what -- hit me. *points to his cheek*: *blinks at this, caught off guard* What?? *he states, startled. *: Hit me. You know you want to hit something, and my face is less likely to break your hand than the wall.: *he stares a long mome4nt, then suddenly, like a flash camera, all the anger snaps out at once as he lashes out with all his might.*: *hit, and reels back, slamming into the wall. He brings a hand to his cheek, watching Kuma* Feel better?: *lets out a shaky breath, ignoring the pain in his knuckles, and moves to offer him a hand up * Y.. Yeah... a little bit. I may hit the training room and go for a droid next time... *work himself to exhausiton, so he ws too tired to be angry*: I don't want you leaving the Temple for a while.: *he glances to Prefekt* I wasn't going to leave the temple... ((Unless I'm mistaken in thinking there's a Training center in the temple?)): I mean, at all. Until you come to terms with this. I don't want you running off after those guys.: *he takes a short breath * I have to bury my brother. *is his only words, anger and grief returning, but not as strongly as before*: Funeral pyre.: *he closes his eyes, nodding at that. * Yes... that's the right way. I have to get ready for that... I am guessing though that I wont have to leave the temple for it. *he knew of the tradition, but had not yet had to perform one himself*: There is always a roof. *watches Kuma*: *he nods at that.*yes... there is... *he pauses, swallowing hard, not liking this at all. * I will remain in the temple then.: Excellent, because if I find out you've left, I'm going to personally beat you within an inch of your life for endangering everyone in this building. Understand?: *he looks up, startled at this *Endager-oh. *he gets it, nodding at that, beleiving Prefekt could * Yes sir. I'll remain here, until... until you and the others think I have controll enough to manage outside.: Excellent. Now go get washed up, and get some sleep. You look like you need it.: *he nods slowly at that, the boy taking a breath in again * Yes... I'll go to the meditation rooms in the morning... or tonight. I dont think I can sleep yet.: Well, do what you want. As long as you stay within the confines of the Temple.: Yes sir. *he nods at that, having reached the poitn of being too tired to be angry. Now it just smouldered*: ((I must be sleeping. Good scene though)): Boring Sunday afternoon..: Yep.. 17:21 here.: Denmark..: Where are you? Somewhere on the West Coast I presume: Ahh right: ((*wants to RP, but Kuma is limited to the Temple*)): I'm sure some Jedi people will be here later: ((Yeah. I may be called into work early, but that's ok. I'm guaranteed off at 6 I think)): I'm gonna go have dinner now.. catch you later: ((bye)): Well.: Waht do you want me to reset it to?: Testy test test...: Mark IM me pls: Test, test, test?: Eeek, no, wrong!: Now, if I could only remember Stardust's color...: Look in the logs for it!: Or in /sodcopy. W00t! *has her profile, too*: Oh yeah.. I forgot about that one: WoW or not WoW...: I mean... hmm...: Damnit.. that means I wouldn't have had to re-write my profile. :: ://: *does a write-up for Corellia*: Yay, write-up!: Will I be in it? :(((: Or I mean.. can I be in it ;/: Of course.: Why wouldn't you be able to?: *Exists! Is a Jedi! Has only been heart broken by one of V's characters in this setting!*: Otherwise, include Bryan.. kthx: rofl: Bryan our messiah?: Make him a central plot character!: The Vampire Samurai?: That's the one: *Also exists! Is married! To a Jedi! And pregnant!*: "When it appeared all things was lost and Corellia was to be burned to the ground, a man appeared...alone...from the shadows! His name was Bryan, he was a Vampire Samurai and he was to save the galaxy!": *saves teh dayz0r*: Hahaha.. dude, you stole Bryan: It was Bryan's idea, not mine :(: You don't approve of Bryan?: WTF: Is Niamh a Vampire Samurai?: She could marry Bryan!': http://chat.projectjj.com/swrpg/jbb/index.php?pid=6655: Corellia write-up.: I don't see why not: Now he have to reconfig the RP again.: Starfox-Star Wars-Vampire-Medievil Japan: You're welcome. :): NOVA BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!: There we go.: I knew who it was. :P: Oh snap.. it's Yuu Yuu.: And I am compounding his gambling problem by giving him my NFL picks each week.: You're a priest?: You could be a satanic priest :(((: Which one? Electric Kow?: Electric Kow!: Nelus Angeli?: Attn chat: I need volunteers.: For?: An advance team to go to Corellia.: I was thinking something along those lines too.. hahah: Okay. I have one volunteer.: I need either another Jedi or someone to lead a team of 6 NPC commandos.: Sure.: We accept all comers.: Niamh wants to go with Jaret?