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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Jan 27, 2017 0:30:24 GMT -8
"I'm.. a Jedi. Or, at least, I try to be."
Good Jedi tend not to nonchalantly rack up a body count.
That wasn't me.
...Yes. It was.
There were a few moments of silence before he finally spoke again.
"I'm a brother. An orphan. A fr-.."
He sighed and closed his eyes, lowering his head and facing it forward again.
"A friend. And a killer."
And once more they were open, focused on the Jedi Master before him.
"I've lived and died and lived again. I feel like I've been all over the place. I am.. My life has been one interesting ride so far."
A single chuckle followed that statement.. then more silence.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Jan 27, 2017 1:02:48 GMT -8
*It was a simple, succinct answer, and yet it said so much. The man before Aerandir was no groveler; he fully recognized and accepted what happened, and even regretted it, but he did not beg forgiveness. If Aerandir had to guess, were he planning on enacting harsh judgment upon the man, he would have accepted it with little hesitation.
Aerandir pondered if it was worth pursuing further conversation. He was glad he had at least asked his last question, because now he was certain he knew all he needed to know. At the same time, he admitted he felt a shade of pity towards Cao, but Aerandir had to do his best to be objective and, for now, not show any unwarranted extra attention.* "That will be all, then, thank you. I'll see to it that, whatever the result, the trial comes swiftly."
*He stood and turned to leave, but stopped in the entrance. He hesitated only a moment before turning his head, without looking over his shoulder. He could supply one piece of encouragement.* "Don't sell yourself too short. There's still some quality within you."
*Aerandir then left the cell, the shielding once more coming back to life. He met with Narvos, Bix, and Tookli, then proceeded back towards the entrance of the detention cells.*
"I'll never understand the patience of the Council," *the Nelvaanian commented.
Aerandir only smiled, keeping a comment to himself. "That's why you're a Brute," he would have joked, but he wasn't sure it would have gone over well with him.*
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Post by Narvos on May 9, 2017 13:42:49 GMT -8
*Narvos had continued to carry out his duties as caretaker of the detention cells, a job that he honestly found quite stifling. Here, he was essentially as confined as his prisoners, whereas before he was able to roam the facilities on patrol and at least get a change of scenery. It was a wonder he hadn't gone mad, but Jedi discipline perhaps had something to do with that. As well as his dedication to ensuring these criminals weren't let loose in this fine establishment.
And then the day came when he was visited by an emissary of the Council, announcing that the prisoners known as the Shans were to be let go... but under supervision, as well as assigned to some form of community service. This came as quite a surprise to Narvos, and indeed he almost protested, but instead requested clarification in the form of small talk, only to be told he would learn that momentarily when they informed the prisoners.
It was difficult not to huff in disgruntlement.
He led the way to first Eliana, then Caoimhin Shan, where they were given their sentence as well as to their Jedi escorts that would supervise them; Eliana was assigned one, whereas Caoimhin was assigned two. Narvos only watched in silence, amazed that their sentence was so light; Master Calmcacil either saw something in them, or he was too soft. If Narvos weren't stuck in his position, he would have dedicated himself to keeping another set of eyes on them to ensure this didn't backfire, but he had no say in the matter. He supposed he could request a transfer...*
"Don't try anything," *he huffed as they were being briefed.* "The Jedi would have you back in these cells immediately, if they were merciful. And if I'm not the one catching you in the act..." *He hoped that was enough to intimidate them, coupled with his large size and gruff exterior. Granted, Eliana seemed the less likely to physically injure someone on these premises, but he was certainly prepared for appropriate measures should he learn either of them had done so in the future...*
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Jul 19, 2017 0:57:00 GMT -8
It seemed that their judgment day was finally upon them. And.. it was surprisingly light. Cao was normally not one to look a gift nerf in the mouth, but he had to wonder how either of them.. how he had managed to get off with anything less than permanent incarceration.
Did I really make that strong of a case? ..Did I really make any case?
It was another few moments before he had to remind himself that his thoughts were easily read; he was still getting used to the newfound silence in his mind. There were of course swirls of activity, but that seemed more consistent with just his usual emotional range.
What even is usual for me..
As he made his way out of his cell, he was finally able to look upon his sister for the first time in years. He had anticipated a great deal of emotion at this moment, should it ever have occurred. And when he finally saw her, he had to admit that the moment -- and indeed she -- was not what he had expected. He could feel a smile briefly moving across his face at the sight of her before it froze: what he saw before him, what he had held such anger for a few days past, such sorrow and regret from years before.. this wasn't the sister he remembered. It wasn't just the passage of time and the outrageous hair colour: it was the way she carried herself, the way she felt in the Force, the way her eyes barely left the floor. She looked ..broken.
What happened to you?
After the barely veiled threat from the brute, Elly was the first one to speak up.
"I wasn't planning on it."
The defeat even reached her voice. There was no inflection, none of the energy she had once had. It occurred to him that perhaps she had taken the argument of their last interaction much more personally than he had intended.
And how exactly did you intend it, anyway?
He didn't actually know. But now was the first time in far, far too long that they could have a normal conversation face to face. And in the moment that it took for him to open his mouth, her gaze had flickered over to him.
"I'm sorry."
And then she was walking away, a briskness to her step more akin with escape than purpose. He almost couldn't believe it. After so long, and..
"That's it??" he called after her. Her shoulders hunched slightly, but she issued no response. "Really?!"
His Jedi escorts tensed slightly, clearly getting ready for some sort of escalation, but there was none to be found. He did nothing as she walked away, his eyes following her until she turned out of sight. He slowly shook his head in disbelief, and in those moments he found himself questioning.. why had he yelled? For all the genuine joy he had felt upon realizing he could see his sister again, why had he reacted in anger just now? Why hadn't he been more grateful for this chance?
A sigh escaped his lips; a moment later, he took a step forward before pausing and turning to face his escorts. "Shall we?" he said, gesturing forward, half of a grin gracing his features. Despite his cavalier appearance, though, his thoughts continued to race..
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Post by Chalco on Sept 16, 2017 11:53:45 GMT -8
The young Twi'lek Jedi merely raised a thin eyebrow at the mans question. Stood with her arms folded into the opposite sleeves of her voluminous robe Jedi Knight Leila Nem, known to her friends as Newt, tried to stifle a sigh, her shoulders straight in order to stop them sagging in chagrin. Her gaze flickered to the impassive figure of Gorath, a Gotal and the other Jedi assigned to this thankless duty. Gorath didn't speak much and he went about his duty with the same impassive face. Leila was very close to hating him...
While the assignment had been presented as an important that was being entrusted to her there was no doubt in her mind that it was punishment for her being a crappy Jedi. Her mistake in the archives had caused Portis, the Jedi Librarian, considerable time and effort and had ended up costing the Jedi thousands of bytes-worth of data. The transfer of files from Yavin IV's data archives to the archives on Felucia had been an important job and Leila had volunteered to assist, her knowledge of the Yavin Praxeums systems leading the Masters here to allow her to help. Indeed, she had lived on Yavin IV since the age of eleven and was well versed in the use of the archives there, having studied during her apprenticeship and as a full Jedi. She had been a great help until she had tried to take a short cut through a particularly large file transfer...
She again fought the desire to throw her hands up in the air and burst into tears at the disappointment in the eyes of her peers, working hard to stop such un-Jedi-like emotions from spilling into the Force. She shuffled slightly, unable to maintain the poise of Jedi calm she was trying so hard to portray and allowed herself to study the 'prisoner' once again.
She knew who he was, of course. She had been briefed on the nature of his detention and his threat level but the Masters. She knew more than that though. Being from Yavin IV she had access to both rumour and historical data on the former Jedi Caoimhin Shan. She remembered her friend Joshua telling her of the stories his father used to tell. Joshua's father had known a Jedi named Caoimhin before he and Joshua had come to Yavin IV, back in the dark ages Joshua had joked. Joshua had said the stories were full of bravery and heroism, likely yarns spun for the child he was back then, but there was sure to have been truth to some of them. Later stories had a significantly darker undertone as events with the Corruption and the mad plots of the entity known as Caedus had sent affairs spiraling out of control. It was believed that the man she guarded had been involved in the events on Haruun Kal. Events in which Joshua's father had sacrificed his life. She remembered those as hard times, times in which she had tried to be there for her friend, for many of her friends. Countless families effected by the horrors visited upon the Jedi of Yavin IV.
Her head tilted slightly as she debated asking him about such event. They hadn't been forbidden from speaking to their charge but something stayed her tongue. Some nebulous warning from the Force that advised caution. An alert that suggested tact when dealing with this man. Through the Force he felt calm if not a bit nervous, nothing that couldn't be attributed to his current predicament. Still, there was an air of menace about him that made her swallow slightly.
Just like they hadn't been forbidden from speaking to him, he hadn't been forbidden from moving around the Jedi Base. She realised that his question was a politeness rather than an actual asking of permission. A rhetorical question inviting her to participate in his decision. Probably mockingly, she thought wryly.
=Leila=
"Where do you want to go, Master Shan?"
Her voice was low and sultry, an unfortunate product of one of her race. She was pretty sure that he no longer held that honourific, but she too could play at being sarcastic.
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Sept 17, 2017 21:27:54 GMT -8
His eyebrows went up at the question, and a soft breath escaped his nostrils in a bare laugh of mild amusement.
"Well," he said, the half-grin not lessening in the slightest, "considering I didn't ever expect to be leaving that cell again until a few minutes ago?" Another breath left his body, bringing a few low chuckles with it. "I can honestly say I've no idea."
He could already tell that the Twi'lek was most likely going to be the most approachable of his two escorts, though she too seemed troubled.
Look at that, you have common ground.
He almost laughed again at that, though to the others it surely would have seemed unprompted. He was too used to listening to the voice in his head.. when the voice had vanished, he had found himself compensating with more of his own internal dialogue. Sure, it could be argued that it had also been internal dialogue before, but that was when another mind had spoken the words..
Whether because of an aversion to the detention area, impatience, or some other motive, Cao found himself taking a step away, towards the exit.
"And I hardly think I qualify for such an ostentatious title anymore, wouldn't you say?"
He looked down at himself then, his mismatched eyes briefly clouding in reflection as he viewed his situation. It was as if he was finally seeing himself for the first time, and he was thoroughly disappointed with what he saw. Once more, he issued that bare laugh and forced the smile back on his face. When he looked up at the two Jedi, he carried on as if nothing had happened. He knew they could have easily seen through the façade -- in fact, he fully believed that they had -- but he chose not to care about that.
"Just 'Cao' will do. Makes things a lot simpler."
With every syllable, the forced smile grew more genuine. From the outside, he had once again regained his composure. Jedi, however, would see a different side..
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Post by Chalco on Sept 18, 2017 4:57:02 GMT -8
Both Jedi glided after him silently as he moved away from the cell and down the hallway towards the main foyer for the detention area. The Gotals expression didn't waver at all but the Twi'leks large oval eyes were intense with scrutiny, her pretty face scrunched slightly with a frown as she followed the rather unkempt man. They slowed as they approached the main security doors that lead out of the security wing, watching as Cao turned to flash them a forced smile. There were other guards in the foyer, going about their business and ignoring the three figures that moved among them.
While the former Jedi made an effort to present a calm exterior the Force was not so easily quieted. Instead it swirled chaotically around the man, a tumultuous riot of emotion that made Leila feel something akin to motion sickness. The worst part of the tempest was that it seemed constantly changing direction, as if two separate forces were struggling to paint their own tableau of pain and regret. It was a heady tonic for someone like Leila, someone who hadn't really encountered anything more than a stern talking to from the Yavin Masters before fleeing the Jungle Moon three years ago. She was ill-equipped to deal with the emotional whirlpool that surrounded Caoimhin Shan, especially considering her own current penchant for self-pity, yet she didn't shy from the task. Indeed, she found her heart going out to the man as he tried mightily to appear indifferent and jovial, a wealth of pity welling up within her.
As the silence following his last word began to stretch a little thin she swallowed hard in an attempt to find her voice once again. Her huge eyes blinked several times as she sought to swim to the surface of the murky pool that the Force had become, mentally gasping as she managed to breach the surface of the heavy miasma of their combined woe.
=Leila=
"Very well, Cao..."
His indifferent response to her subtle mockery meant that he'd either ignored it or hadn't understood it, both possibilities making her slightly ashamed she had poked at him. It was ignoble of her to kick a man when he was down and she groped blindly for a way to make it right. Finally she spoke again, deciding that an honest apology was the right course of action even if he hadn't noticed her disrespect.
=Leila=
"Forgive me, Cao. It is not my place to approve or disapprove of you. Master Man'Sell often said I speak before I engage my Lekku..."
Her eyes lowered to peer at her feet, a demure pose that was meant to be contrite but likely only managed cute...
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Sept 19, 2017 19:33:48 GMT -8
Yet again, the bare laugh left him over the course of several exhales. It seemed to be how he expressed his amusement now, though whether that was a result of his endeavours since the end of the War, or just his recent incarceration, would be hard to say. He hadn't made his way around many people he had known before until quite recently.. who could say what had really changed but for the scant few of his friends who still remained.
Exactly how many do you have left?
Another exhale preceded his next words.
"Sounds like someone I used to know."
A wistful grin took over his face then, his heterochromatic gaze darting away briefly, a memory or three passing by in a moment.
"But it's perfectly fine, you know," he continued, returning his focus to the young woman before him, "you've a right to form your own opinion of me. I haven't exactly made a good name for myself as of late.."
More chuckling and more smiling accompanied the latter statement. Was it self-mocking? Or was he simply aware of his situation and choosing to make light of it? It was hard to tell.
He reached up to run his hand through his hair, most likely a habitual gesture, but the motion came to a halt afterwards as the bare metal of his knuckles came into his view.
"..you wouldn't happen to know anyone who could fix this, would you.. er.. I never caught your names. Whoops."
In contrast to the potential self-mocking from before, the smile that graced his features now was indeed genuine..
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Post by Chalco on Sept 19, 2017 21:11:46 GMT -8
She smiled at his kind words as he waved away her apology, dimples springing to life one each rosy cheek. With a slight inclination of the head, not quite a bow, she waved her right hand towards the silent Gotal, her grateful smile quirking into one of wry amusement.
=Leila=
"This charming fellow is Gorath. He does talk. Maybe a word a week if we're lucky."
Drawing her hand back she placed it on her chest, a slight hint of self-consciousness causing her forehead to furrow slight, her eyes lowering demurely once again. Dipping forward this time in a proper bow she spoke from the position, lekke sliding to drape down either side of her head.
=Leila=
"And I'm Leila. Leila Nem, though I'm mainly known as Newt."
She didn't elaborate on her strange nickname, merely straightening and casting her eyes over the hand he displayed to them. Gorath gave a slight grunt, as if such matters were beyond his job description, before returning to his impassive self. Leila had not noticed the before, a fact she felt a bit crestfallen about. A Jedi should be noticing such things. To here eye it seemed to be a prosthetic hand, obviously damaged.
=Leila=
"We could go and visit the tech labs though we'd need clearance..."
She was a bit dubious about such a course of action as it would take time. She didn't have the authority to just walk into the secure labs and she certainly wouldn't do it was Cao in tow. Her eyes brightened as an idea came to her.
=Leila=
"I do know someone who could take a look though. She's probably in the hangar..."
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Sept 23, 2017 0:38:17 GMT -8
"Gorath and.. Newt."
He lingered slightly on the latter, though he didn't seem to be questioning it. Indeed, he nodded in approval, making eye contact as her eyes brightened and holding it throughout.
"A memorable nickname. I like it."
The grin that spread across his face seemed to be in a constant state of dropping slightly and returning. Now, again, it had shown its presence, and he continued looking at her for another few seconds before once more shifting his gaze to his hand. He clenched and unclenched his fist several times, looking at the mechanics laid bare, and issued a single chuckle as the grin returned to fading.
"I doubt I'd be given any sort of clearance anytime soon. Your friend in the hangar, she can fix this on her ship or something?"
The hangar.
His brow furled slightly, though he couldn't quite figure out why. Something about the prospect of going to the hangar now made him feel less enthused. He wasn't going to question it, but still.. he'd have to keep an open mind.
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Post by Chalco on Sept 24, 2017 11:46:09 GMT -8
She returned his inconsistent smile with a firm one of her own, the eyes lighting up behind the expression a sure sign of its sincerity. An innocent chuckle followed at his words, the fact that he liked her name causing a slight flush to colour her cheeks once again. She walked slowly besides him as Gorath trailed at an unobtrusive distance behind, casting frequent glances at his face as they moved.He was a handsome man, she thought, as she studied his profile surreptitiously. The emotionally damaged air about him only added to his mystique and appeal in a way, likely triggering the nurturing instinct in her. Her past was full of abandonment and strife before she had been lucky enough to have been encountered by And'ru and Joshua nearly fifteen years ago, and the sense of family and the need to help other burned strong in her.=Leila="No... She doesn't own a ship, at least not here. She's something of a special case here, but she definitely knows her way around machinery."Her voice was mildly amused, her smile remaining in place as she spoke. Finally they reached the end of the corridor and she began to walk up the stairs, leading them up into the Jedi Base above.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 17, 2017 16:57:50 GMT -8
Following protocol the Sergeant and his three remaining troopers lead the new comers into the security area to await questioning and debriefing. They passed through several checkpoints and security stations all of which were mained by base personal loyal to the Jedi that ran the Academy within the Base. A small venture filled mostly with children - and it was because of this they were brought here and not to the base dorms as originally planned. The rest of his men would be kept outside the base until such time as his story was clarified - they were by no means prisoners, but protocol had to be followed none the less.
Once they had passed through the first checkpoint the Sergeant had notified the guard stationed there to pass word to Master Aerandir Calmcacil of the newcomers arrival and that they would be kept here until further notice. With his own leadership off planet at the moment he moved right up the chain of command to the very top. He and his troopers kept their helmets on but their weapons were now lowered and they stood at ease as the Serge - more relaxed than the three other troopers seemed to be by this point - motioned them to a seating area."Our Jedi... General has been notified of your arrival and he will be here soon to debrief you. Be assured you and your men will be treated with the greatest respect." Though he spoke with all the calm and decorum of an officer there was a certain amount of sincerity in his voice that still boarded on awe - even though they were unaware of it - Jango Fetts clone army had been the stuff of legend... and shame for the Clone Race since they were decommissioned by the empire and eventually phased out to extinction. Beyond these few that had somehow landed on the planet - none others existed - and hadn't for years."Please make yourself comfortable... he may be a while, we have to track him down."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2017 17:36:27 GMT -8
*The trio followed the sergeant and his men deeper into the base. They had entered a security area within the lower section of the building. Dutch and his men passed several checkpoints on their way into a waiting area. His attention turned back to the sergeant at the mention of a Jedi General, this was good news to hear. Dutch gave a small nod in response. He noticed something in the other man's voice. Not anger or suspicion, but respect or maybe awe? Dutch wasn't entirely sure, but it seemed strange to him.* "What's your name Sergeant?"
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 19, 2017 20:10:37 GMT -8
Having relaxed - but for obvious reasons chosen not to remove his helm - he sat at the table gesturing for the other clones to do the same, it still might be a bit before the Jedi made an appearance. He considered the question that came out of Dutch and thought there could be little harm in revealing his name. "My brothers named me Patch..." He chuckled for a moment before explaining the joke "I was usually always the one that had to be patched up after training..."The other three troopers all shared in the laugh, as if they were perfectly aware of the story - though there was little indication if they were really in on the joke or simply thought it was amusing. Patch shrugged through his forest armor and looked back at Dutch, but before he could speak again noticed their medic coming through the security Check points and stood to his feet silent for a moment as the Half-bothan moved gracefully towards them with a radiant smile on her lips.
"Awen - we didn't know you'd be coming"
"I'm just surprised I wasn't called here for you Patch..."
The Half-bothan gave the trooper a beautiful smile that seemed to give off mirth and relaxation before turning towards Dutch, lowering her head in a slight bow - her golden hair kept in place by the two ram-esque horns that circled to either side of her head around pointed ears.
"With your permission I would examine you and your men - Felucia is a dangerous place for newcommers - you may have already contracted a disease on your way here."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2017 21:06:41 GMT -8
*Dutch and his allies glanced at each other briefly before sitting down at the table. All three troopers had removed their helmets now. Spade had a shaved head, with an ace of spades tatioed on the back of his head. Crash had a short mohawk and two thin scars under his right eye. The sergeants name and the story behind it got a chuckle from the three. Dutch's attention turned to the Half-bothan medic enter the room. She seemed pleasant in nature, even the atmosphere around her carries an aurora of peace. A medical examination was what she sought. Probably not a bad thing considering. He was cautious, however, and decided to hide it behind humor.* "If bad luck is a disease, then we might have a strong case of it. As for an examination. Then yes, you have our permission."
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 19, 2017 21:18:08 GMT -8
Awen began by removing a dat-pad from one of the large pockets of the medical coat she wore - seemingly the only thing she wore - and stepped forward and raised a scanner towards the leader of the group, the clip clap of her hooves against the tiled flooring filling the room while all four clones in unison all said... "Clip Clap Clop"In a sort of chanting rhythm... this brought a smile and a blush to Awen's cheeks but she ignored them focusing on her task as the troopers laughed amongst themselves, clearly enjoying the joke enough for her as well. A sort of frown came to Awen's lips as she looked down at the device in her hands. Her gaze moved from the dat-pad, to the scanner, to Dutch to Patch in all the span of a moment and Patch was already looking back at her as if expecting it and slowly shook his head 'No' as if answering some unasked question. She pocketed her Dat-pad and smiled back at the Trooper.
"No foreign toxins in your system, or those of your men... tell me Trooper - where was your last station prior to being ordered to Felucia?"
The line of questioning brought the other Troopers back into an at ease position but they were all focused on Dutch now, waiting to hear the answer as if they were curious as well, even though expressions could not be seen because of the armor they wore there was the feeling in the room of a group by a campfire expecting to hear a ghost story from years ago.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2017 21:37:16 GMT -8
*Dutch raised an eyebrow at the troopers sense of humour. The Awen seemed to not mind, or at least didn't voice her oppiniom. After several seconds of scans, the verdict indicated that they were indeed fine. That was a bit of relief to Dutch Something was off however, as if there was a question they wanted to ask but constantly held back. Awen's question, however, brought him back to the task at hand.* "Umbara. That's the last place I remember being stationed. We were transferred to The Javelin shortly before things got real messy on that planet. Our priority was to reinforce Republic forces on Felucia. Intel suggested Separatist force were gathering en masse for a counter attack on one of our fortifications. I'm...not sure if we've made it here in time. After all. We got delayed for two weeks."
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 23, 2017 16:28:14 GMT -8
Patch stepped forward then and leaned down closer to Awen - he seemed on edge and the moment he moved his men stood from their positions and moved for flank him facing Dutch and his men. Patch had lowered his voice but there was no way his words wouldn't have been heard by everyone in the room.
"Doc... my men and I can handle this, there really is no need for you to remain..."
There was a little bit of hesitance in his voice masking a clear concern for the Jedi Healer's safety but not letting onto why.Awen however did not seem phased by the troopers protectiveness and shook her head slightly offering the armored soldier a kind smile before looking back the Dutch.
"Nonsense, none of you are trained for this."
"The droids then at least..."
"No. that is enough, you and your men are dismissed, i'll move them to the medical room here in the Security Facility, its small but it should do..."
Awen then looked back towards Dutch and his men, that same soft smile on her lips - she seemed to exude a clear aura of calm towards everyone in the room as if the light side of the force was pouring from her body itself.
"You and your men have certainly been through quite a journey. Umbara was had victory for the Republic, you should be proud that you were a part of it. Liberating that System was key to the Republic Victory in the entire Sector. As for Felucia - we are quite safe here, but there is something else that needs to be discussed concerning you and your men. Tell me, what do you know of your behavioral modification chip?"
Patch's hands were now resting on his blaster but it seemed that the aura coming off Awen had relaxed him slightly and he was standing back - on guard, but relaxed for the time being.Awen on the other hand was the picture of calm, her hands wrapped over her chest holding her datapad to her chest like a sacred thing as she tilted her head slightly towards Dutch - her pointy ears twitching eagerly for his reply.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2017 17:17:31 GMT -8
*The sudden change in the troopers and the Doctor put Dutch on edge. The good Doctor also seemed to want to take them to a medical room within the detention center. There was something going on and Dutch didn't like it. He tensed even more when Awen asked about the behavioral modification chip. His eyes slowly moved amongst the people in front of him. Behind him, he could almost feel his brothers ready to defend themselves if necessary.* "I don't know a lot about them. Just that they keep us from becoming to aggressive and limited independence. Other than that, they didn't tell us anymore about them." *He narrowed his eyes some in Awen. This was a strange question to ask them.* "Why do you ask?"
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 23, 2017 17:30:03 GMT -8
Awen did not seem to be bothered by the sudden level of suspicion within the clones she was questioning. She simply slipped her datapad down from her chest and began typing against the control panel along the side until she found the file she had been searching for - it had taken a little longer than she would have liked but the time for the clones to all cool down would not go amiss. Pulling down the datapad she pulled up a file on a clone trooper named Tup, designation number CT-5385, and Awen began talking as she handed the now locked datapad to Dutch to look over the file.
"This clone trooper's behavioral modification chip malfunctioned in the Space Action over Umbara. Perhaps you were not aware of it, being stationed elsewhere or in a different division. But he murdered his Jedi General - quite suddenly and seemingly without remorse."Awen's tone was straight forward - clinical, but with a certain hint of sadness."After the battle he was taken back to Kamino and put through extensive medical testing, before the problem was found. He did not survive."
Awen studied Dutch closely feeling the tension in the room growing more and more despite her efforts to releave the tension. She was always better with the minds of the unconscious than she was with the minds of the conscious.
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