OId Republic Training Facility Ruins

It was a couple hours later before the actual location of the hangar. Upon departing from the ships I nodded appreciation for the commandos as we departed, as we approached the door for the facility Kishi lowered his head, and somehow i knew what he was going to say, I don't think i expected it, but i knew it was bound to happen.

"Sir,…"

"yes kishi?"

"what are plans from here?"

"I don't know about you… I will be working as leadership needs me to do … whatever it is here. with some respect, you are honestly free to to go if you so choose."

he shook his head

"I plan on fighting by your side… i am just saying i need some proper Armor if i am to go out into the field."

I nodded and smiled. Before we took another step though Kishi stopped again

"How are we going to find the people who summoned us this place is a giant Maze"

"… you mean a labyrinth"

"No, i mean a Maze, a labyrinth only has one path you can take."

"Depends on how you define history. but do you not worry. I have a plan."

With that I Placed the suitcase on the ground and opened it. inside were pads of foam to protect the lightsaber and the data chip… But the Suitcase held more than it appeared to. removing the foam from the top lid, revealed that the foam was not as deep as it originally appeared and a second foam layer held 15 batteries. as i carefully removed the bottom layer of foam a smile spread across my face as I simply said,

"Hello again My friend."

Kishi didn't understand what was was looking at… to him It must have only been a collection of toys. a dragon, a motorcycle, and a ring… but to me, and for the rest of those that knew… what was in that foam was

I hadn't rested long and I found myself stumbling out of the ship tapping into what force I could to portray sight though burred in a white form. I stop exiting the hangar my body wavering in stead as I ferociously fight to maintain strength. The whiteness of the carbonite sickness slowly wearing off though I believe it not to be very smart to be wondering around a place I yet can't truly see in my current condition. I begin stepping again and not soon after find myself smacking my head against a wall. My head throbbing as blood slowly pushes itself out of my wound and down my face unto my upper robe outfit.

"Ouch!"

I say to myself loud enough for myself and anyone to really hear. I take a moment to gather what just happened and stumble across to the other side of the hall my shoulder hitting the wall and I readjust stumbling slightly to the left and I find myself about middle of the hall. I strain my eyes to try and focus, the white surreal as if I was in a dream but reality had it I was in the now. I wave my hands in front of me only seeing white and blurred grey figures and outlines. I try to clear away the blur but to no avail the blur remains and my sight as such. I slowly find my way back to the left wall and begin guiding myself using both hands and my shoulder to steady my body as I slowly make the path out. 

"So this is how it feels to be blind..."

Struggling to maintain strength to hold my body up and continue I begin walking again. The blood beginning to soak into the threads of my robe. I probably to most am standing roughly 5 foot 6 inches at the moment of my life span. So relatively slightly taller then most young padawans. I continue my journey down the hall from which only about an hour ago Jedi Rancis had either walked or jogged down. I really didn't even know what Jedi Rancis looked like let alone anyone here. I wondered as I continued to ease my way down the hall if anyone had seen a species such as mine.. ever?

"I should meditate, I am overdue for one as well as other things such as a bath.."

I say as I come out into an opening, the wall no longer there. I must look ridiculous to everyone else if anyone was there. A bloodied, ancient padawan stumbling around the place as if she were a lost faun. I continue to let the warmth of ashla guide me the unguided at the time on my path she has set out for me.

Hands hidden in his sleeves and demeanor composed, Finna slipped silently through the corridors, nodding and smiling politely to those he passed. The Echani was a very image of courtesy: cool, serene, and restrained. It was ironic to him, because his insides were certainly not serene. He was looking for Alkor, agitated and eager to find the Watchman. Rounding a corner, Finna happened upon - why, Master Steffo Rancis, and - somebody else. She seemed to be his Padawan, and she was, as far as Finna could tell, in certain distress - but with Master Rancis there, what use would Finna be?

Knowing he wasn't needed didn't stop Finna from slowing and hesitating as he bowed and greeted the two Jedi, then slipped past them and immediately saw - Alkor. His Watchman tutor was walking away, his back to Finna, but that was hardly an obstacle, was it? Breaking into a quick jog, Finna called after him.

Odd, wasn't it? That Finna had come to tolerate the Demon of Corellia, the last standing brother of the Dark Jedi Order, a man who had for most of his life dedicated himself to goals that Finna called evil. Nobody who had watched the two of them, early in their acquaintance, could possibly have predicted this outcome: that Alkor, sullen and solemn, and Finna, outraged and virulently self-righteous, could come to be allies. Yet here they were. Finna had grown attached to the man, despite his own desires. Alkor was in dire need of absolution, but Finna had observed a real desire and effort towards repentance and rehabituation towards the Jedi Code. That was commendable in itself, but there was more - Finna had changed. If informed of that he would doubtless agree in part: he had gained greater control of his emotions, or somesuch drivel of the sort that Alkor had doubtless grown to expect from the Echani prick. That was not all, however - Finna's attitude was changing, beneath the surface of his own realization.

"Watchman Centaris!" Finna had never yet managed to call him 'Alkor.' That much hadn't changed. "Do you have a few moments? I have not yet undergone my daily combat drills, and would appreciate your assistance, if you are amenable."

I snickered… well in the force I was laughing. Of course I was back, how else could I be in front of him? silly Uncle! needed to find something. suddenly it hit me.

Cookie!

i carefully turned around and zoomed into the air. knowing Daddy meant I knew where He would hide cookies for himself when he would work a big kitchen.. hopefully whoever worked here would be the same way.

'drawer under spice cabinet… SUCCESS'

In the magically spawned drawer were sweets of sorts and individually wrapped Oatmeal cream cookies, and others snacks that could not age. grasping one wrappers for the cookies in my mouth, I began to fly back towards Uncle Adi. for a moment I considered the possibility of landing on uncle's shoulder… but knowing my track record… I opted for the safe and sure landing pattern.

Because of my extra payload, I did not do any spectacular tricks this time. but instead I focused on not getting over-excited and jetting the landing. when I stopped, I dropped the wrapped cookie from my mouth, and used the articulation in my neck to force it towards Adi.

<<'course it's me Uncle Adi… I may not be a Tiger, But I am still a Puck!>>

then I heard Daddy's voice




Trying to hear where the words came from, I saw Daddy's silhouette in the doorway. he had his arm out in a manner that he would when he trained me to fly. I felt upset that each time Dad would ask me to land on his arm as opposed to letting me practice long stops. But knowing his voice, I knew 'Contact' meant take off… so with the payload out I took off, doing more tricks than usual to dawdle before having to land.

as I finally made it behind dad, I lined up for a landing on the outstretched arm. I tried, but something jumped and I pushed into jet and overshot. fortunately Daddy Caught me before I hit the ground. Dad sound serious and concerned when he spoke next

The Echani stepped into the training room and, reaching a mat that he deemed suitable, turned to face Alkor. Deft fingers unwound his belt, and with a dip of his shoulder, Finna shed his outer robe and stood in his trousers and tunic. A smile played on his mouth.

"Today I had planned to practice my Broken Gate, but of course such things are always more effective with a partner.... if you were willing."

At that, Finna spread his feet and settled them wide into a combat stance, lifting his hands with palms open into a wide guard. His breathing was even, and his spirit serene.

Winning this was critical, because for Finna, this fight meant more than just a signal of skill - he needed Alkor's respect, before he could make his next step. His next step on the path of his destiny.

Ak-Akari stood, nodding curtly to the others.

"Well folks, its been fun, but I'm still a little stir crazy from the trip here. I'll be training in one of the spare hangars of any of you care to join me. Try not to win the war while I'm gone won't you?"

He left, chuckling. After consulting with Gregory and stopping by his ship to don his combat armour he found a suitably empty hangar with a large open and flat floor. He pulled out one of his holo-decoys and with a few button pushes on his wrist mounted computer set it to training mode. Between the hologram and the force-feedback pads in his suit it made an adequate sparring partner in a pinch, though nowhere near as good as a real partner.

He tossed the device to the ground where it sprang to life, looking for all the world to be another version of him. Most holograms were all grainy and easy to tell from the real thing, but the fact of the matter was that technology had improved significantly beyond that. While the galaxy tended to prefer the distorted, lower quality, and admittedly much cheaper, imaging of your traditional holo-device, there were much more realistic versions out there. Ak-Akari had been surprised to find that while theme parks and entertainment companies had jumped at these ultra-realistic projectors, the galaxy's military forces tended to overlook their potential. So, he had mounted a few smaller models into handheld devices that were tough enough to be lightly thrown short distances, and had plans to integrate another into his armour but hadn't gotten around to it.

"Begin Simulation"

And just like that the two figures, one real and one a facsimile of the real thing, sprang to life. Both ducking, weaving and striking in the intricate dance of unarmed combat.

I skipped down the halls of the training facility with a smile on my face. I know it must be recent that I'd started learning to remember things, because I could only remember so few things. For example, I knew where I was right now because there was a sign outside; however, what outside looked like or how it was I came to be here was still a bit of a mystery. In fact, I couldn't remember exactly why I was here in the first place.

And then I felt a slightly familiar twinge. Some sense I could barely control or understand led me on, forward into the building. This feeling felt like someone. Well, it felt like a lot of someones, but more noticeably, someone in particular. I couldn't exactly place who it was, but I wanted to find out. I skipped on, finding my way to one of the rooms. I figured it had to be a room, because it had a door. I burst through, forgetting all sense of manners, to a man charging at the person I was looking for.

"Alkor!" I yelled out, happy that I could remember his name. I was very proud of myself for remembering. Today was going to be a good day, as long as it would last.

I found myself in a room with a man kicking at someone I recognized. I couldn't place it, but it seemed to be a training exercise. That didn't matter so much, though, because I was too busy being happy that I recognized someone. "Alkor!" I yelled out, wondering a little too late if I was interrupting. I was just happy I had remembered something. Today was a good day, as long as it would last.