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Located on the upper floor of the academy, both the residential and guest suites are modestly sized rooms decorated in warm colors conducive to study and meditation with spartan decoration. Suites contain a bed or, in the case of double rooms, beds; each with a private refresher and furnishings including a dresser, closet and desk with a dataterminal.
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Post by Cal Witwer on Apr 28, 2013 6:56:16 GMT -8
Cal awoke from The Dream. It was the same as it had been for months. Every night, invading his thoughts until he awoke in a cold sweat. In the vision, he was being slowly gutted, the Vor greedily eating his innards while Cal screamed, and bled. He never died in the dream, just felt the continual pain of being eviscerated, over and over. It used to be, he'd cry out, jolt upright when he finally awoke from his nightmare. But not anymore. Now it was just a dull ache, and sweat. He opened his sightless eyes, and felt along the puckered scars on his hips and abdomen, willing the itch of healing to depart. The young man sat up, the thin sheet clinging to his body. His unique vision gave him an unobstructed view of the empty room all around him. There were several bunks and lockers, but none were occupied. Swinging his legs over the edge of his cot, he dropped to the floor and began the exercises that started and ended each day. This, along with several forms of meditation taught to him by the Masters at the Academy, would strengthen his body, and his mind.
In only his boxers, the damage to Cal Witwer's body was readily apparent. Gone were the tubes and sensors tattooing his torso, but left behind for all time were the scars and tissue loss. There was a huge, ugly section of scar tissue over his replaced right hip, the tissue loss so great that his right side appeared emaciated, like a famine victim. He would never fully regain the full range of motion from his right leg, and though use of the Force allowed him to move unaided, it took great concentration which, truth be told, he had not mastered yet, and so he walked with a cane until his mind had fully grasped the new ways the Force was needed to suplement and support his musculature.
The days were full of frustration, as he learned the extent of his new limitations, and fought to overcome them. To add to this indignity, he had been grounded, pending his 'full recovery.' He understood the reasons for this -- as a squadron leader, he would have done the same for any pilot who had spent significant time in enemy hands. Psych evals were common enough, and the Powers that Be were justified in their concerns that he was unfit to be behind the controls of a Snubfighter.
The knowledge didn't ease his frustration.
This day would decide much. He was due for debriefing before a panel of -- he assumed -- Jedi Masters, senior staff, and his immediate superiors. As he finished his meditations and dressed for the day, donning his flight suit and taking up the simple duralumin cane, he banished fear and anger from his mind, took a deep breath, and went to meet his fate.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2013 18:51:36 GMT -8
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Captain Witwer is met outside of the conference room where the debriefing is to be held by the academy's silver plated protocol droid, C3-P9, who escorts the recovering pilot into the room with it's customary well-intentioned, albeit somewhat prissily fussy, formal mannerisms. The panel that greets Captain Witwer once inside - a trio of Jedi Masters - ask him to take a seat at the round table they themselves are seated at, and, after the usual round of, where necessary, introductions and questions as to whether anyone requires or wishes anything to drink, the hearing begins.
Of the three Masters present, Captain Witwer has met only one: Master Grynt, the pale green skinned Mirialan healer, her face covered by her headscarf, that handled his initial treatment, managed his physical rehabilitation and tutored him in the Force techniques that have augmented his efforts to regain his mobility. Also present are Master Rakella Saturnia, a brunette haired native Corellian and the academy's archivist, and Master Serrin Roma, a diminutive, green skinned female Twi'lek who serves as one of the academy's headmasters and who also serves on the Jedi Order's High Council.
Master Saturnia, once the hearing officially begins, speaks for the panel, saying, "We have reviewed Master Grynt's progress reports, Captain Witwer, and agree with her assessment that your physical recovery has been all that could be hoped for. While you will always need to strive to hone your ability to work in concert with the Force in order to move unaided, it seems abundantly clear that your physical therapy has accomplished its goal. What is less clear, by virtue of the fact its progress cannot be charted or documented as readily as that of your physical recovery, is how your mental and emotional recovery are progressing. Rakella pauses for a moment, her fellow Masters remaining silent even though both watch Captain Witwer closely as they await his answer, before continuing, Let us begin then, with your thoughts on those matters. How do you, Captain, feel you are doing after all that you endured during your captivity? Are you, in your estimation, prepared to resume your duties?"
Master Grynt's assessment of Captain Witwer's progress had, while charting his journey towards a recovery of his mobility in painstaking detail, also made note of the fact that he was, in her estimation, a self contained individual, not given to sharing - at least with her, Master Grynt's report made a point of noting - how he might be dealing with any emotional stresses or issues which may have resulted from his captivity; therefore it is felt that the panel must ascertain whether Captain Witwer has, in fact, dealt with any issues that may have resulted from his captivity and the torture that he had been subjected to.
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Post by Cal Witwer on May 8, 2013 18:13:30 GMT -8
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Of the three Masters present, Captain Witwer has met only one: Master Grynt, the pale green skinned Mirialan healer, her face covered by her headscarf, that handled his initial treatment, managed his physical rehabilitation and tutored him in the Force techniques that have augmented his efforts to regain his mobility. Also present are Master Rakella Saturnia, a brunette haired native Corellian and the academy's archivist, and Master Serrin Roma, a diminutive, green skinned female Twi'lek who serves as one of the academy's headmasters and who also serves on the Jedi Order's High Council.
Master Saturnia, once the hearing officially begins, speaks for the panel, saying, "We have reviewed Master Grynt's progress reports, Captain Witwer, and agree with her assessment that your physical recovery has been all that could be hoped for. While you will always need to strive to hone your ability to work in concert with the Force in order to move unaided, it seems abundantly clear that your physical therapy has accomplished its goal. What is less clear, by virtue of the fact its progress cannot be charted or documented as readily as that of your physical recovery, is how your mental and emotional recovery are progressing. Rakella pauses for a moment, her fellow Masters remaining silent even though both watch Captain Witwer closely as they await his answer, before continuing, Let us begin then, with your thoughts on those matters. How do you, Captain, feel you are doing after all that you endured during your captivity? Are you, in your estimation, prepared to resume your duties?"
"I'm thankful for Master Grynt's care and concern. Without her help, I'd still be flat on my back. I'm in your debt, Master." He looked from one face to the next, drawing focus from every ounce of strength he could muster. "I'm fine. Thanks." It was a pretty bad lie, all things considered. |
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on May 14, 2013 20:52:46 GMT -8
Ever since their return from Vortex some days ago, the condition of the Sand Panther Squadron's injured captain had been on Kel'Al's mind. The Jedi Master had inquired several times as to the patient's condition, but the reports hadn't changed much, and the young Corellian had gone back to his other duties, resigned to the fact that Lt. Witwer would be in no condition to entertain his proposal for a few more days, at least. Now, however, either because he could sense the returning energy in the man, or because he sensed the presence of Head Master Roma in the area of the infirmary, or for some other subtle nudge of the Force, Kel found his steps taking him once more in the direction of the injured fighter jock.
Passing a conference room in the Academy's residential dormitory, the green-robed master suddenly stopped and did a double-take as he caught sight of Cal, upright, and three other Jedi, among them Serrin Roma. It seemed his urging had been more than mere guilt over the man's condition and his own inability to help -- something important actually was happening. Reaching out one clenched finger, Kel rapped softly on the door jamb, and took a small step into the room, a disarming smile creasing his face. There was no sign remaining of the false beard and makeup he had worn on Vortex, and his face was as clean (and clean-shaven) as it had been before his assumption of the dirty scrap dealer persona.
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2013 18:36:10 GMT -8
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Resting my chin lightly atop the knuckles of my right hand as Lieutenant Witwer answers, after a fashion and not entirely on point it seems to me, the question Rakella had posed to him, I nod when he has concluded; electing to pause to consider my own response before speaking. Even without consciously seeking, with and through Ashla, to glean an understanding of what Lieutenant Witwer's thoughts and emotions are, it seems abundantly clear that he is not entirely at ease here - which could, naturally, be attributed simply to the fact that he is well aware of the fact that the purpose of the meeting is to gauge whether or not he is ready to resume his duties - as, it seems to me, is is equally transparent from his evasion of a precise answer to the question that he was asked that there is more to the apprehension radiating from his poise and tone than the mere concern about not be permitted to return to those duties.
Before I have fully formulated my response to Lieutenant Witwer, I note that Kel'al has arrived and, catching his eye, motion for him to enter the room and become a participant in the proceedings. As Kel'al enters, I address Lieutenant Witwer, "You know Master Raganella, I believe? Once everyone has settled or resettled themselves, I continue, addressing Lieutenant Witwer once more, proceeding directly to my concern rather than attempting to circle around it out of respect for the intelligence Lieutenant Witwer's record suggests he possesses, I see no need, beyond this most elementary reminder, to counsel you on the need for a Jedi to seek inner peace, Lieutenant; nor to point out the inherent and unique dangers a Jedi faces when they lose that inner peace, however temporarily. Well aware that I am stating the obvious fact, something that cannot always be avoided nor should be, I continue evenly in a gentle tone and, I can hope, offering helpful counsel, say, Inner peace is not something that can, having been attained, be retained at all times. It is something that a Jedi, all Jedi, must continually strive to maintain. What you have been through would try even the strongest of Jedi, Lieutenant, and I feel it necessary to point out that there is no shame in whatever you have struggled with, or might yet be struggling with in terms of your inner peace, your self confidence or the host of other emotions I am certain you have been faced with since your ordeal began. Whatever you might feel the purpose of this interview is, I ask that you believe me when I say that it is, at heart, an effort to determine whether you require anything from us before you are asked to resume your duties; whether it be additional time alone or someone to help you with anything you might want or need help with. Lifting my chin from my hand, I turn the palm upward, fingers gesturing towards Lieutenant Witwer in invitation, So then, I suppose the question we have for you should have been posed a bit differently: Is there anything you would ask of us, Lieutenant Witwer, before you return to your duties?"
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Post by Cal Witwer on May 26, 2013 6:22:29 GMT -8
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Before I have fully formulated my response to Lieutenant Witwer, I note that Kel'al has arrived and, catching his eye, motion for him to enter the room and become a participant in the proceedings. As Kel'al enters, I address Lieutenant Witwer, "You know Master Raganella, I believe? Once everyone has settled or resettled themselves, I continue, addressing Lieutenant Witwer once more, proceeding directly to my concern rather than attempting to circle around it out of respect for the intelligence Lieutenant Witwer's record suggests he possesses, I see no need, beyond this most elementary reminder, to counsel you on the need for a Jedi to seek inner peace, Lieutenant; nor to point out the inherent and unique dangers a Jedi faces when they lose that inner peace, however temporarily... |
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Jun 13, 2013 21:48:42 GMT -8
Kel'Al cracked a smile as he approached the conference table on silent feet, and slumped into a chair, almost casual in his motions. He nodded to Masters Grynt, Saturnia, and Roma, acknowledging each in turn, before turning his attention to Lt. Witwer. Simply speaking, the man did not look right. There was too much tension in how he held himself, and it wasn't just landsickness. There seemed to be something deeper about it, although the Jedi Master was loathe to dig too deeply into a man he barely knew. That would be rather poor Jedi etiquette.
Instead, he responded only to what the pilot had said. "You are quite welcome, Lieutenant. I've never taken well to 'missing in action' as an answer. Defending Corellia is my sworn duty, and than includes bringing home every proud son and daughter of our planet." He paused, choosing his next words carefully, and decided to cut right to the point. "We also, I believe, have a common interest, which is why I paid your squadron a visit in the first place. I have a vision for creating a response team of Jedi pilots, and I need every man and woman I can find."
Kel eyed the man closely, to see how he would respond. His initiative could be just the medicine Cal needed, or it could be a disastrous combination that would finish breaking the man. And he wasn't sure how he was supposed to judge. He would just have to trust the Force to help him discern whether the man was serious about the cause, or was only seeking an escape. It was almost agiven that the rest of the Sand Panthers would join the initiative if Cal assented, but Kel couldn't let his priorities get skewed by his need for pilots, either.
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Post by Cal Witwer on Jun 14, 2013 4:35:24 GMT -8
The Miralukan glanced quickly at the faces of the other Jedi assembled, and when no immediate reply or retort seemed forthcoming, turned his full attention back to Master Raganella. "That, Master -- is all I have ever wanted." A weary sigh and glance back at Masters Roma, Grynt and Saturnia "After Fondor, I'm not sure the Sand Panthers are at full squadron strength anymore. we've been disbanded once, reassigned and split twice... our track record isn't exactly what you'd call 'exemplary.' Hellfire, I don't even know if the Sand Panthers are mine anymore. But of the remaining pilots, I can tell you we're as elite as any unit, now or in any time past: Rogues, Dagger, 181st -- we could best 'em all in a pitched fight. And we'll fight for Corellia, or any world that needs us -- if I'm allowed the chance to fly."
There was fire in the man's sightless eyes. Force or no Force, it would have been tough to discern whether it was anger, justice, confidence, pain, duty, vengeance or a combination of them all, but one thing was certain: Cal Witwer believed every word he spoke.
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Jun 24, 2013 21:19:07 GMT -8
The young Corellian's smile broadened as he caught the fire in the veteran pilot's eyes. He'd read up on the unit's record, and while it was painfully true that the Sand Panthers were short both on numbers and on administrative success in keeping their unit together, there could be little doubting their raw abilities on the battlefield. It seemed strange, really. He had spent months touring the galaxy, and calling on nearly every major Jedi Enclave, only to find what he was seeking right back here, home on Corellia. Sure, he had found other capable and successful Jedi squadrons, and there was nothing wrong with the Dragons or the Shadows or any of the others, but their missions and their membership just hadn't fit with what he was seeking. The Force had nudged him, telling him to continue looking. And now he knew why. There had been something better out there, waiting to be discovered. The Sand Panthers were all right, they just needed some new blood. And Kel was determined to give them that push.
Kel glanced at the other assembled Masters. "I'm no medical expert, but I do know a thing or two about healing the mind, and I believe Lt. Witwer will heal faster, mentally and physically, if he's flying, instead of sitting at home in an academy like a caged animal." He turned back to Cal. "However," His tone became more serious, and the smile faded. "This can only work if you hold yourself to a high standard of obedience to the Jedi Code. You must remember that you don't fly or fight or to avenge what an enemy did to you, or to ease your own pain through personal triumph. The first sign of trouble, and you're grounded. The same goes for myself, and every other pilot."
It would be the risk, he calculated, to take the man on, so long as it was done with the understanding that it was conditional. And then there was the question of squadron leadership, but he wouldn't go there just yet. It would be best if their new structure grew organically, rather than a relative outsider imposing it.
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Post by Celia Oshala on Jul 9, 2013 17:29:33 GMT -8
My first stop after landing on Corellia is my old quarters. It's evening here, but I'm not particularly tired, having slept on the ship. So, I change into light athletic gear and head back out.
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Post by Celia Oshala on Jul 9, 2013 18:17:04 GMT -8
After returning from the beach, I take a quick shower and don a light, slightly off-white gown I haven't worn in a while. The trouble is that most of my usual clothes were in the luggage that was destroyed with the ship on Kashyyyk. I'm really going to need to go shopping at some point.
I'm not sure which Masters are currently at the Academy, so I decide to head down to the Meditation Gardens for the moment.
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Post by Pearce Zigher on Jul 10, 2013 10:38:54 GMT -8
*Ralph looked around for a room marked as empty. He had sent Durind back to the ship till he found a room he could move the small dragons tank into. So far his search was fruitless, though he figured he would have a better chance at finding a room the farther he got from the entrance of the residential area. As he walked, the tail the was his hair swayed against his back. He sighed as he walked, wanting to find himself a good room soon so that he could rest.*
Geez there must be a lot of people here.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2013 11:02:43 GMT -8
Terra made her way towards her room from the archives, having returned everything that was due and figuring she could grab a shower and a quick bite to eat before going to her next lesson. As she rounded the corner, she spotted Ralph walking towards her, and it occurred to her that he hadn't yet been assigned a room. He had just arrived, and he would likely be assigned a permanent room tomorrow, so maybe she could show him a temporary lodging until then. After all, Serrin would want her to try and be helpful.
She smiled a little and made her way over. "Hey...um...looking for a room?"
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Post by Pearce Zigher on Jul 10, 2013 11:13:52 GMT -8
Hmmm? Oh, hey Terra. Yeah, looking for somewhere to bunk down.
*Ralph gave Terra a smile and adjusted his bag strap on his shoulder. It was good to see her being a bit more open. Ralph could only admit to himself for the time being, however, that the shyness from this padawan was adorable. Ralph shifted onto his right leg and and reached back with his free hand and scratched his head. If Terra were good on picking up on body language, she may be able to tell he had such a thought, but Ralph hoped it would slip by without incident.*
Could I trouble you to show me somewhere?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2013 11:30:57 GMT -8
Terra smiled a little more and nodded. "Sure. This way." She started towards the guest quarters, walking slowly, though she was sure Ralph would have no trouble keeping up, even with that bag of his. "You'll probably be assigned a room tomorrow." She stopped in front of an unoccupied guest room, remembering that her first night at the academy was also spent in one of the guest rooms, though it had been a luxury suite compared to what she had been used to beforehand. But she wasn't about to get into that with Ralph. Still, even with her reluctance to tell him anything about herself, she noticed that it wasn't as difficult to talk to him when they were alone, as compared to when there were many people around. She wondered if he had noticed as well.
She opened the door and turned to him. "Here. This one is free." She smiled. "Um...can I help with anything else?"
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Post by Pearce Zigher on Jul 10, 2013 11:46:27 GMT -8
*Ralph stepped into the room and spun around, looking about the room till his gaze fell back on Terra. He had indeed noticed that she seemed more comfortable now. Perhaps she just preferred talking one on one with people? Or maybe she just was uncomfortable in groups. Whatever it was, it was good to see she was fine now, as it seemed to bring a pretty smile to her face. But Ralph, being who he was, could not help but smile in return.*
Well, I can settle in fine on my own...Uhm...I could always use company though. I mean, if you don't have a class or anything to get to...
*Smooth move, jackass. That's what repeated in his head as the invite to hang out fell from his mouth. Ralph turned and moved over to the table, setting his bag on it, and keeping his side turned to Terra so they could still see each other while trying to hide his embarrassment.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2013 12:32:34 GMT -8
Terra's face turned a little red when Ralph invited her to stay for a bit, and she looked away for just a moment to try and hide it. Shehe did have a little bit of time and not much else to do at the moment, though, and if he wanted to talk before he went to sleep, maybe she could stay for a bit. She looked back at him, still blushing a little bit. "Um...w-well I...I g-guess I could...um...for a little while..." She took a deep breath and tried to keep herself from blushing even more. Every time she got nervous for any reason, it caused her to start getting tongue tied, which usually only made her more embarrassed. Hopefully she could calm down and not get any more nervous.
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Post by Pearce Zigher on Jul 10, 2013 12:55:21 GMT -8
*As Terra began to get nervous and stammer a bit, Ralph turned and chuckled a bit. There was her adorably shy nature again. Ralph had all kinds of thoughts running through his head. Was this just because he asked her to stay and talk, or was it something about him specifically. He was curious what she might think about him, but there was no way Ralph would ask. He motioned over to a few seats that were in his room and moved to sit himself.*
I was hoping you could tell me a bit about yourself. You heard quite a bit about me and my old master back in the gardens...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2013 13:16:07 GMT -8
Terra heard him chuckling, which caused her to blush even more and she turned away for just a moment to get herself under control. Was he actually laughing at her stammering? That would be even more embarrassing, which, in turn, would cause her to stumble over her words even more. Could he be doing this on purpose? It didn't appear that he was doing this to be mean though, as she sensed no malice or genuine derision from him, which was a relief. The last thing she needed was for a fellow Padawan to start making her feel bad about herself, though so far, Ralph seemed like he was all right, even if he seemed to be teasing her a little.
She slowly walked over and sat in one of the seats, across from him, thinking very carefully about what she wanted to say. There were some things about herself that she would rather keep hidden for now, particularly her past life as a slave and her mysterious amnesia. Still, Ralph had told her quite a bit back in the gardens so it wouldn't be fair to just leave herself a mystery.
She shrugged, still blushing just a little bit. "Well...um...what w-would you like to know?"
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