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Post by Aleranus on Dec 9, 2013 13:49:30 GMT -8
Time. Time was the thing he cherished and dreaded. The emptiness of it all, waiting for the next Hunt to begin, to find use for himself. He did not know how to fly the ship, only how to command its computer. He did not know how to build a lightsaber of his own- or even how to use it well. The Hunts were what sustained him, what kept him moving forward, and in the time between foes he was subservient to his master, and so there was never a shortage of things to do, to learn. To be presented with freedom of this kind then was as daunting as it was exhilarating.
"There is more to this than hunting Sith demons? What else could there be? And I am no Jedi. I can- I mean to say- I can do these things-" He flicks his hand at the Sith tome, rewrapping it in the leather satchel with nary a thought. "But I am not Jedi. I serve and I hunt. What else could there be for me but to do as I was bid?"
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Post by Ael Jade on Dec 11, 2013 18:22:38 GMT -8
"If you are not a Jedi, why did your Master ban all attachment based on the old Jedi Code?" Nala put the question directly, though not in an unkind manner. "There is so much more to a person than just one side, so much more to life... but, if you wish to limit yourself to this Hunt, who am I to stop you?" She was concerned, yes. Who wouldn't be? But, he had placed himself outside the Order. There was a lot that he wasn't saying. The Twi'Lekan Healer had seen a lot in her travels through the universe. More than enough to know her own limits.
"Perhaps you would be interested in learning about the Jedi Order during your stay here on Corellia? However long or short you decide that should be, Aleranus. The decision is yours to make." She smoothed down the front of her robes. "Though, it is not one that you need to make immediately."
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Post by Aleranus on Dec 27, 2013 18:03:27 GMT -8
Learning... There was value in that. Master Velit had not placed limits on the fact that he should constantly be learning, expanding. Searching. She had been very proccupied with another search- beyond the Hunt. She wouldn't say what for, but it was something which ate up nearly all of her free time between Hunts. Maybe he could continue that search here for her, on Corellia.
Regardless, he could feel the eagerness in the tome beside him- even in its fear of this place, it knew that on this world, it was not alone. He would not be leaving Corellia until the Hunt here was completed.
"I... think that would be good." He hesitates, hedging slightly before diving headfirst into what was undoubtedly a destiny-altering decision without even a fraction of the facts before him. "What more would you ask of me? I serve as always, but what else?"
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Post by Ael Jade on Dec 29, 2013 15:57:27 GMT -8
Nala considered in silence for a few minutes. There was more to his question than she felt comfortable answering off the cuff. T'chinn gently tapped her shoulder while contemplating. If she had been human, she probably would have reached up to arrange her hair and play for time, but, as an hairless alien, that specific option was not open to her.
"I'll show you to guest quarters, if you like." She paused, carefully wording her thoughts, "This book," she reached toward it, as if to touch it, but her hand hovered mere inches above it as she pointed, "what if you locked it in a secure location until such time as you feel called to continue your quest?" The Healer did not know exactly how to point out to him that he seemed much more at ease when the book was not close to his person. This Hunt seemed to be a dominating aspect of his life, at least up until this point in time. "You feel happier when---it is not?" It was an empathic diagnosis of himself, ending with a tentative query. He had not yet explained the exact way in which this book was used. And out of anyone else she might have been speaking to, she knew that he would be the most likely to understand the unusual way in which she had phrased the question, as if the book was an entity itself.
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Post by Aleranus on Dec 31, 2013 5:37:39 GMT -8
Nalatua's suggestion of the guest quarters was a welcome one, but he tries not to show any sense of relief. The hammock in the G-9 was uncomfortable but it served its purpose. Master Velit was very clear that physical comfort was secondary to physical rejuvenation. True Jedi quarters would probably serve him better in that respect. "I am your guest here. Where you lead, I will follow, Nalatua'lin."
The suggestion of storing the book, however, is a different thing altogether. He flinches, one hand coming to rest on the leather satchel covering the old tome. The pages pulse and fret, afraid and excited. The storage of such a dangerous, tempting thing was a perilous suggestion in itself. One did not need to have access to the Force to summon one of the Sith Demons in its pages- only the knowledge of reading and speaking in the old Sith runes. He trusted others with the book only a little less than he trusted himself. Even now, it whispered how simple it would be to open the pages and call one of the others from the pages, to find and fight whatever Sith Demon lurked on this planet. He knew better than to trust the whispering... for now.
"Happiness is not needed. Not important- this is in the Jedi code? Or was Master... misguided there as well?" To imply Master Velit was outright wrong was unthinkable, or worse, that she may have lied to him. But she was a (formerly) living being and was perhaps subject to errors like all others. "Where would you store the book? With whom? How will you know it is safe?"
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Post by Ael Jade on Jan 2, 2014 13:45:56 GMT -8
Aleranus' method of phraseology reminds me of an older, much more courteous era. I suspect this is in some part due to the isolation of his upbringing and quest. A stint of slavery, especially if carried on under a brutal master for a long enough period of time, is enough to drive one into closed-off circumspection. I empathize with him in this more than I can convey on such a short acquaintance. My race is famous for providing slave dancers and sex partners. Our lekku have been used against us, to force us into things we do not choose. The decorative bands wrapping t'chunn and t'chinn sometimes are used as muzzles, feeding pain directly to the most sensitive portions of our anatomy.
Naturally, Aleranus was not made privy to Nalatua'lin's train of thought. The only outward evidence of it was a sudden shuddering of her lekku that as quickly subsided into their former state of dormancy.
"The unassigned padawans generally reside in quarters resembling a barracks, however, as I suspect you would prefer, we do have more private guest rooms. The furniture is somewhat spartan though adequate in fulfilling our basic physical needs. In fact, you might even consider it luxurious after your somewhat cramped quarters on the way here," she smiled warmly before continuing, "we also have extensive archives, of course not as impressive as the Jedi Library on Coruscant, or the Archives of the Osarian Academy, traditional meditation and sparring rooms, as well as various outdoor accommodations for those who find themselves most in tune with the Force when surrounded by nature." Nala had unfolded her arms and vaguely gestured in the appropriate general direction of the facilities she was making him aware of.
"Happiness?" The statuesque Twi'Lek woman had begun quietly pacing the floor next to the young man she was conversing with. Motion sometimes aided her thoughts, and this lad looked up to and respected his former master She did not wish to wantonly destroy his hero unless there truly was no other possible alternative. "There are different versions of the Jedi Code, and different interpretations of those versions, Aleranus. You'd find multiple answers even within this Academy, I suspect. The New Jedi Order does not forbid attachments, but it does not encourage us to go out of our paths in seeking them out either." She paused, gathering the threads of her meditations in order to weave them into a cohesive train of conversation, attempting simply to convey knowledge and experience, though with a humble frame of mind as befitted one who considered herself to be still a learner. "I can tell you from my own experience, that seeking out 'happiness' as a goal in and of itself is the surest way to disappointment and emptiness of being. It is through service to others, contentment within our spheres of influence that we are fulfilled. The happiness comes in its own time and often in unlooked for ways." She smiled encouragingly, "The key to being a Jedi is found in service of others, humility, the willingness to defend those who cannot defend themselves, putting the needs of others before our own. Underlying all this is the principle of moderation." Stormy clouds flickered in the depths of her grey eyes as she spoke of things that had kept her awake many nights and caused her severe questioning of Jedi ideals. "In their blind unwillingness to accept any attachments or emotions whatsoever, the old Jedi Order denied its humanity. I believe," tears filled her eyes as she recollected the horrors of Order 66. The archives were filled with accounts and holovids of the carnage that had followed the Emperor's infamous order to annihilate the entire Jedi Order. "that they drove Anakin to the Dark Side. He felt trapped, shunned, and most of all afraid---he turned to the only one who seemingly cared enough to try to understand him. As a result, the Empire was born."
She did not wish to over criticize the Order she believed in. But, honesty was for her a necessity. Communication could resolve many problems if it was given a fair chance. "Alone, we are easy to break, but together, we can weather a storm, Aleranus, and we all make mistakes. Do not discount people needlessly. Allies can be found in unlikely places."
"The earliest known version of the Jedi Code---perhaps you have heard it? Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force." Nala smiled. When she looked back at Aleranus her eyes had cleared of the storm. So far, he had reacted much better than she had expected to her proposition that he leave his book behind him while here on Corellia. She halted, next to him, and gazed sharply, clearly, into his eyes. "I am thinking it is you, not myself, that will be needing to know your book is safe."
"I would not have you leave it with anyone. In your room, you'll find a small safe generally used to store valuables. Or, if you prefer, within the archives are vaults. Choose one. Each has two keys. One for you, and one for someone you trust." She considered a moment. Given that he'd only just arrived on Corellia, she doubted there was anyone here that he would trust with something that was clearly so important to him. And yet, from seeing him as he originally was upon arrival, and now here, in the infirmary where the book was ill at ease, she was convinced that he would be much more at peace if he could reassure himself no one would tamper with it, and yet, be free of its immediate presence himself. However, she was not one to force a choice like this upon another. She'd give advice if asked, help if needed...but ultimately, each one is responsible for their own decisions. As a Healer, she would remain to do what was required of her.
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Post by Aleranus on Jan 11, 2014 14:04:16 GMT -8
The talk of the old Order raised more confusion in him than it answered questions, but more importantly it fed the seed of doubt that Master Velit was without doubt always right in her instruction. For the moment, Aleranus found himself wondering if anything he had been taught was true. If Master Velit was wrong about this one thing, what else could she have been wrong about? The nature of the book? No. The thing was unmistakeably an object of the Dark Side. It was meant to be destroyed, but not before its pages had been filled with the spirits of the Sith Demons.
His instruction had been simple. Obey Master Velit. Serve Master Velit. Protect Master Velit and all others from the book. The first two were now impossible, but the third was still within his ability.
"I do need to know it is safe," Aleranus said grudgingly. "Master Velit did not meet a good end because of this thing. And she knew how to protect herself from it. Or she thought she did. The last demon we fought took the form of her fears even though she guarded herself well. She did not wear the Sith rune to block the fear like she gave to me. It ate her in the form of a spider."
Fire and hissing. Webs and a woman's cries as she was stabbed through the chest by its mandibles, her insides sucked out through them like straws while a dozen jeweled eyes watched him draw his bow through the webs.
"The safe will do," he said, shaking himself. "And I would ask that you keep this other key. The book- it does not like this place, and you say you are one of the master's here? If there is danger of it falling into the wrong hands, I know that it cannot be used in this place."
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Post by Ael Jade on Jan 11, 2014 19:38:19 GMT -8
Nala could feel the confusion swirling around Aleranus' presence in the Force. She was pleased, though also concerned. If she was correct, he would begin sorting things out for himself, learning, searching for answers, and she had not outright contradicted his old master. Sudden destruction of a role model can be a very traumatic experience and she did not wish Aleranus to turn to the Dark Side for answers. Though he might know how to deal with a Shadow Demon, he was vulnerable to many other things that had just as much potential to pose deadly problems.
"I have no doubt that Master Velit was fully aware of the danger of the task she took upon herself," was her quiet attempt at consolation for the emptiness that Aleranus was no doubt still feeling. "You need not worry on my account. I can make my own decisions and accept the responsibility for so doing. Hazard is the life of a Jedi. We are not called to seek 'safe' lives, but rather to help those we can. There is more than one way to face fear."
The Twi'Lekki empath did not look away from the young man in front of her, though she knew he was reliving something painful, most likely the memory of Ceri Veli's death. She said nothing however, focusing instead on drawing away from him the eddying fear that swirled around his Force Presence like an invisible whirlpool, while sending towards him feelings of peace, content, the surprise and joy of life and all living things working in harmony.
"Me?" Nala's delicately drawn eyebrows arched in surprise. For a couple minutes she almost said 'no,' but to do so would be a dereliction of duty as, in this instance, it was at her instigation that he was willing to separate himself from an object that seemed to have a deleterious effect upon his health. Also, as a Healer, indeed, as befitting the Head Healer of this infirmary to reject his offer would have gone against her oaths. She knew already that Aleranus did not have friends, mentors, and people he could trust. She was not about to ruin the progress that had been made so far. "Very well, I accept, and yes, I am. But, you do not have to take my word for it. You are at perfect liberty to look through the personnel directory and roster of the Academy here." She smiled, preparatory to her next question.
"If you will?" She motioned to the door, and the two of them headed off towards the Archives she had mentioned earlier. "The book cannot be used here? Why is this?" She paused for a second, and then carried on, "Have you ever considered seeking another to aid you in this quest? Jedi work together, relying on each other...if one falls, there is another to take his place. You lead a dangerous life, Aleranus, have you given thought to what might happen if something goes wrong?" She didn't say it, but she was thinking about what could happen to this obviously dangerous artifact if Aleranus should get incapacitated or killed.
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Post by Aleranus on Jan 11, 2014 20:03:17 GMT -8
Aleranus followed the master healer, gathering his belongings swiftly to keep up.
"The book, just as it's drawn to others like it, just as it seeks out other Smoke Demons, its power is repelled by other things. I have not found a creature like them from the other side of the Force, the Light side. Master Velit would say that nothing of the kind exists to any who'd ask. But... I think she had doubts. We found places." He settles beside Nalatua'lin for a moment, shifting his satchel as he looks back to the infirmary. "Just as a wampa will run from heat and seek cool air, the book seeks out the Smoke Demons and shrinks back in certain places. Temples. Hospitals. The like. If there is a creature which stands opposed to the Smoke Demon, Master Velit assumed these are the places it must manifest."
The question of death, his own death, made Aleranus pause. When outside of the hunt, there was no before and no after. No past except his mistakes, and no future except the trail of the Smoke Demons. Oh he assumed on some level he would end up dead like Master Velit. But still...
"I... hadn't thought. No." He shakes his head slightly, confusion setting in. "Who would I leave it to? I am no master. And it's not my place to take another to continue the hunt, as Master Velit did. I supposed I will die, and the book will... go where it will."
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Post by Ael Jade on Jan 11, 2014 20:24:15 GMT -8
"Creatures?" Nala's knowledge of Sith Smoke Demons was far from comprehensive, and in fact she made a note to spend the evening in research in the archives, but something Aleranus had said lead her to the question, "I do not know of a breed of creature per se designed to combat these beings; however, there are some among the Jedi who can manipulate the Force itself..." she let that trail off. The power of Force Light was not one to be used lightly. It could have detrimental effects upon the wielder, but it was undeniably one of the most potent powers in the Jedi's offensive arsenal.
She kept the two of them moving towards the archives, aware that she had made Aleranus uneasy, but it had to be done. He was living a harsh life and there was nothing to gain by attempting to sugarcoat the realities of his situation.
"I would posit that these Demons are not something that a typical person goes hunting. It is generally better to avoid them I think. They must be Summoned, yes?" She considered this further, very much disliking the conclusion it was leading her towards. "So, if there is one on Corellia, who summoned it, and why?"
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Post by Aleranus on Jan 12, 2014 13:21:24 GMT -8
"I see. If there is no opposing creature to these Smoke and Shadow Demons, then perhaps we- Master Velit and I- were meant to be such creatures." Agency was a common theme in Master Velit's meditations. Not for Aleranus of course, she had made his task very clear- serve her, protect her, obey her. But agency for others, the ability and willingness to stand up and say 'I will not be a spectator to this,' was a virtue she treasured in their travels.
As Aleranus keeps pace with the Jedi Master, he shifts his satchel and quiver uneasily at her questions. A hand comes to rest on the satchel as the book begins to stir awake.
West.
"No. I imagine not many hunt them as they are so rare. Many Sith do not know how or bother to call them. A Smoke Demon, even one summoned under great power and compulsion, will not remain captive long. It will perform the task set to it in exchange for the summoning, but once the task is complete it will escape the bonds set by the summoner. This Demon may have been summoned yesterday or it may have been summoned a hundred years ago."
West. West.
"When a Smoke Demon kills, it prefers to do so devouring the essence of its victim. Their spark of life. In a planet of billions, what is one unexplained heart attack to the people every week?"
West. West. WEST.
"Master, what lies to the west of this place?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2014 9:09:52 GMT -8
Once the group from the Hanger reached the infirmary, the Large Zabrak spoke for the first time. While Z'har hadn't been involved in the latest Mandalorian witch-hunt, he did have a part in burning down the Ossus Academy (though he wasn't sure if it had been rebuilt in the time since then). It was for that reason that he was somewhat glad he was here in disguise. It would be somewhat uncomfortable to be attacked by a distraught woman. That & she probably wouldn't be comfortable resting & recovering here with a known, high-ranking Mandalorian Warlord staying so close, even if he was on vacation.
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Post by Ael Jade on Jun 25, 2014 17:24:26 GMT -8
"Get her to relax a bit?" Nala nodded over toward the Countess and quickly passed out introductions. "Lady Malvern, this is Z'har Desmond. Mr Desmond, Lady Aldes Malvern." She thought about adding the 'resident scholar' bit, but she didn't, figuring that the 'Mr' prefix was enough to indicate that he wasn't a Jedi. Besides, it would give them something to talk about.
Nala turned her back on the group of people for a bit and began checking up on baby Sekenn. Firstly, she made sure his nappy wasn't in need of changing, since if she was a human baby that would undoubtedly have made her cry. All was good there. Secondly, she took his weight, peered at his eyes with a bright light (eliciting a disapproving squawk!), and checked his temperature. She had thought his forehead felt a bit warm to the touch. Lastly, she opened her senses (aside from hearing, which she had no desire to enhance at the moment) and made sure he had no internal injuries. Not that she thought that was likely or anything, it was just something she wanted to make sure of.
By the time her examination was finished, the door to the infirmary slid open and a breathless Mira arrived, bottle in hand, and dark purple hair sticking up in all directions. She made a hasty bow to the occupants of the main examination room in general and then hurried over to Nalatua'lin and Sekenn.
"I'm sorry---had to run all the way to the mess hall. Explanations. Hope this is like you wanted it?" she gasped.
"Well, there's one way to find out," the older Healer replied, taking the bottle from the younger woman's hand and proffering it to the crying child. After a couple of gulping hiccups he became preoccupied with feeding. "That settles that," Nala smiled. "While we're it, bring me a half teaspoon of Triptophagea. It'll knock out the fever and hopefully keep him from catching any of the odd fevers out here." It was a low-level drug with a sweetish taste, and when it was placed in her hand, Nala gently disengaged the bottle from Sekenn, unscrewed the cap, and poured in his medicine. She refastened the cap, let him grasp one of her fingers to distract him, and then held the bottle for him to finish eating.
Finally she gently picked him up and walked back over to Countess Malvern and Z'har Desmond. "You have no need to worry," she reassured the mother, attempting to soothe nerves that had probably been jangled over an extended period of time as well as the more current concern she was probably feeling. "He has a low fever which I've given him something for, and he seems to have been very hungry." She looked down at the blinking baby in her arms and caught the empty bottle just before his tiny fingers let go of it completely. Tossing the empty bottle to Mira, Nala offered Sekenn back to his mother.
"He'll probably fall asleep soon. If you like, we'll find you a room?" she offered.
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Post by Countess Aldes Malvern on Jun 26, 2014 6:29:16 GMT -8
Aldes arrived in the Infirmary a step behind Nalatua'lin, taking only a little bit of time to observe the surroundings. While not a dedicated hospital, she was familiar with the standard dedicated amenities for sentients that might return from across the galaxy in need of immediate aid. The fact that Corellia's academy was many times larger than Ossus' meant they would be better equipped to help her infant son. Something she'd be eternally grateful for.
While Nala took Sekenn to be observed and cared for, her years of social etiquette suddenly returned to her when meeting the other attendant, Z'har.
"I'm sorry," she said quickly after introducing herself, never positioning herself so that Nalatua'lin wasn't somewhere in her field of view. "It's been a very long year for me and I've never been to this place. I trust Nala as a Jedi but- who are you, exactly?"
Of course, Nala's padawan arrived with a hot bottle of milk seconds later, followed by Nala's pronouncement of Sekenn's health. The fever worried her, but if there was any place in this galaxy that could deal with any infant's sickness, she was already there.
"He was hungry since I gave birth. I fed him when I could but there wasn't much." She'd had to sacrifice her Jedi robe- what was left of it- for his clothing, making due with what the Mandalorians would give her in the hold. "I would like that," she said. "A place to stay, but that can wait. I've just been away for so long- the crew told me that the Mandalorians had lost the war, but I haven't a clue what's happened since. Where does the Order stand?"
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Post by Talon Fenris on Jun 29, 2014 6:43:48 GMT -8
Talon stepped into the infirmary and past the room where he was tended to when he re-entered known space on his crash course to the planet.
Although he had almost wrecked the room and nearly injured one of the Jedi who attended him, it looked freshly new, as if his actions had never occurred at all.
He brought one hand up to touch the small scar above his left eye as it tingled, inflicted by his own wrist blades as he floundered for help in the crash.
He looked away as he walked on, attempting to find someone to give him a medical once over.
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Post by Ael Jade on Jun 29, 2014 19:43:01 GMT -8
"The Mandalorians did lose the war at the Battle of Kuat---fighting against a coalition of Jedi and Sith. It was a unique situation," Nala replied thoughtfully, "and not likely one that will occur again soon. The Sith, led by Sinistra, approached the High Council to ask for a cease fire and cooperative alliance in dealing with the Mandalorians, since their crusade was against all Force users, not simply Jedi or Sith." She looked at Aldes Malvern, contemplating the other woman for a moment in silence. "It is lucky that the Mandalorians simply took you captive. Perhaps they were unaware that you were a Jedi?" As far as she knew the Mandalorians had not been taking prisoners.
"The Jedi Order is rebuilding and solidifying its position within the Republic in the aftermath of the Mandalorian Jihad, and preparing for future conflict with the newly arisen Empire, under the leadership of Lord Sinistra. Though at the moment, the universe is in a state of cold war. However, we have no way of predicting how long it will be before we are plunged into actual warfare. So far, the Empire seems to be maintaining its hold of worlds while extending its sphere of influence over the political systems of neighboring planets."
Nalatua'lin turned as Talon Fenris staggered into the room. Despite his disheveled appearance, the cut over his eye appeared to have been self-inflicted. And since head wounds always bleed copiously, it probably looked more serious than it actually was.
She pursed her lips, and then glanced from him to Aldes Malvern. The woman was only just now returned to the Jedi Order, and perhaps she was looking for her place in the world. The Healer gestured her forward as she stepped aside.
"Perhaps you would like to see what you can do, Lady Malvern?" she offered calmly. This would give her a chance to assess the woman's skill at healing, and maybe it would lead to greater things in the future.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2014 15:25:45 GMT -8
-Z'har
A scholar, of sorts, through not by trade. I am currently on vacation at the moment & happened to be in conversation with the matron here when you arrived.
Z'har listened to the report on the Jedi Order given by Nala before inserting his own addition to the report.
-Z'har
The alliance was not something completely unheard of in history. I know of at least two other times that nearly the exact same thing happened. Though with different locations for the final battle. It seems that with the loss of the last war, the Mandalorian clans have fractured again into the farmer/lone mercenary mindset. Based on history, it is very likely that the current mindset will prevail for anywhere from a hundred to a few thousand years before another charismatic enough leader comes by to whip then into another frenzy. It is a rather strange culture, but a surprisingly stable all things considered.
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Post by Countess Aldes Malvern on Jul 1, 2014 14:27:35 GMT -8
The story of the war's end was a relief to Aldes' ears. She'd known the fighting was over after boarding the Amethyst, but there was much more important issues at stake- namely, the health of her son and the demands of the household. It turned out the small army of bounty hunters hired to free her had been more interested in their day-to-day paychecks than they had been in the affairs of the galaxy.
"The clan that took me was a smaller one," Aldes said, acknowledging the Admiral while the newest entry into the infirmary showed his face. "I don't know if they joined the war willingly or were intimidated by the larger clans. They only had a few ships to bring to the fight, but their clan leaders wanted me alive when they found I was the only member of my ship's crew sensitive to the Force. My best guess was they wanted a trump card of some kind in case they won the war and managed to wipe out both Jedi and Sith. They tried several techniques to change my way of thinking until they found out I was pregnant." She shivered quietly, ever thankful that her training had allowed her to resist some of the more strenuous efforts against her.
The man Z'har intrigued her, though, dragging her thoughts away from the time in the cruiser's hold. HE might have some idea where the galaxy was heading next, if his knowledge of history did go back several millenia. "With the clans broken and the Empire on the rise, will it only be a matter of time before a new conflict breaks out?"
Her focus pulled in so many places- galactic events, her rescue, and first and foremost, the health of her son- the request to attend to the Knight Talon might have been the straw that broke the bantha's back. Instead, her eyes seemed to focus just a little bit more after taking in his disheveled and mildly bloody appearance.
"I would be happy to," Aldes said to Nalatua'lin.
The female human, a few inches shy of seven feet tall, stepped across the infirmary and nodded slowly at Talon.
"Hello, sir," she said politely, unsure of the man's rank, position at the temple, or even his name. She gestured at the bloody scarred line above his eye. "Can I be of assistance to you?"
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Post by Talon Fenris on Jul 2, 2014 5:22:36 GMT -8
Talon bowed his head and smiled.
"If you are able to assist me i will be grateful".
He points to the aforementioned gash above his eye weeping a slow rain of blood down his face. It is one of those annoying wounds that never seams to heal.
"This has been bothering me for some time, you see the scar keeps opening up every now and then, and my attempts to heal it using the Force or via other medicinal functions prove futile. Its a temporary fix which has been baffling me for a while.
He then striped off his upper body and turned around with his back to the lady, using his right hand to gesture at his back in an attempt to point out the largest scar running nearly all the way down it.
Caused by the Famine Lord in a duel on Prakith, Talon bravely denied the Dark lord entrance to the ancient Sith tomb if only for a few minutes while battle whirled around them.
The scar is uniformly straight, and the darkness from the blade's master tingled still even though the nerves in his back are no longer there.
"This is the main issue have and though i think it has healed apart from the nerves, it leaves a nasty feeling of dred".
He has never told anyone this but since that battle, he has been having the same nightmares over and over again, more then once he has been awakened by his own screaming in pain with tears rolling down his face as his back feels as if it has been dipped into a pool of superheated magma.
"What do you think Doc?".
As he waited for a response from the healer, he listened to her surface thoughts of home, family and the future and her wish to help others at great expense of her own needs. He felt as if she had undertaken great personal strain in her life recently, having a great fatigue.
Before he got a diagnosis from her, he looked up at her towering frame over him and asked "Are you feeling okay yourself?".
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