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Post by Pearce Zigher on Jul 16, 2013 15:39:42 GMT -8
You like to be outside huh? Maybe we could see if the masters would let us go camping some time!
*Ralph beamed a smile across the table. He had a love of being outside away from cities and the like, more so because of how peaceful it was rather then because of colors. He was more at home near the water though, having moved across several planets, one thing he had always enjoyed was the sound of natural running water. He thought for a moment and then spoke up again.*
How about we trade off questions, give you a chance to learn about me as well.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2013 15:55:09 GMT -8
Terra had read about camping before, and when she thought about sleeping outside, under the stars, she quite liked the idea. It would definitely be a new experience for her, although this year had been full of those. She smiled back at Ralph and nodded. "That would be fun!" She took another bite and thought about what to ask him about as she chewed it slowly. Ralph had already told her a little bit about himself in the gardens so there was no need to ask about those things. But as she took another sip of wine, she had a question in mind.
She put her glass down and looked over at him."OK...um...what other planets have you been to?"
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Post by Pearce Zigher on Jul 17, 2013 1:11:37 GMT -8
To be honest. There are some planets that have only been stop overs. I usually stayed on the ship and slept the shore time away. I know for sure I have been to Coruscant, Honoghr, very short time on Yavin, and I have been to Corellia before, but it was some years ago.
*In truth, Ralph could not count the number on his hands. As he had said, most had been layovers in a longer journey. Ralph found it hard to sleep in, staying up for three to four days at a time and spending one restless day in a bed. Ralph sifted in his seat and leaned back a bit as he thought of his next question.*
Warm seasons or cold seasons?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2013 10:42:05 GMT -8
So Ralph had been to Coruscant, a world she had read so much about but hadn't been to yet. It seemed he was well traveled, even if those had been just pit stops on the way to another destination. She hoped that there would be more time later to ask him about it.
Terra didn't have to think long on his question, preferring the warm weather and sunshine to pretty much everything. Cold weather wouldn't be terrible in her opinion, as long as there was still a little sunshine."Warm seasons. I like it better when the sun is out." She smiled as she continued to slowly eat the dinner and thought of what to ask him, and the question came to mind after a moment or two."Um...favorite food? I mean...er...what's y-your favorite food? Er...besides this one...?"
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Post by Pearce Zigher on Jul 29, 2013 18:09:20 GMT -8
*Ralph had to think for a time. The young man loved food, of many different variations and of many different cultures. But by far, any kind of pasta. It was filling, you could mix just about anything with it from poultry to red meat and sea food. Vegetables and sauces. Some served hot, some cold and a million different textures. Indeed, pasta, and food in general was something this young man would always hold a fancy for.*
Gotta say any kind of pasta. There's something about how easy it is to make something so delicious that appeals to our fast paced padawan life styles. Some quick and tasty will always get you to slow your roll and relax a bit though. Example. Here we are sharing an evening when we could be locked away studying. *Ralph smiled* What do you like to do when your not rushing about for training?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2013 18:45:04 GMT -8
Terra smiled, wondering just how many kinds of pasta there were out there, though Ralph seemed to the the authority on that so maybe she could ask him. Or she could look it up the next time she visited the archives, though that was nearly every day. There was always seemed to be something there that she hadn't read yet.
Terra didn't have to think at all about the answer to his next question, and he had barely finished his sentence before she was replying."I like to read when I'm not training. I visit the archives almost every day."She smiled."I want to learn as much as I can before I finish my Trials." Still smiling a little, she took a moment to finish off another forkful of pasta and thought of what to ask him next."Um...what do you like to do...um...when you're not training?"She had essentially repeated his question back, but she hadn't been able to think of anything to ask him besides that. She hoped he wouldn't mind.
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Post by Celia Oshala on Jul 31, 2013 11:47:57 GMT -8
I reach my room to find the twins waiting for me. Keel and Lena Aron are padawans from Coruscant, a few years younger than me. Aside from their looks and senses of humor, the two couldn't be more different from each other. Keel is outgoing, talkative, and excitable, while Lena is quiet and reserved. Both are more scholarly than I am, and will probably wind up as instructors at either this Academy or another.
"Hello, you two!" I say.
"When were you planning on telling us you were back?" Keel asks, pretending to sound hurt. "We found out from one of the droids down in the hangars. How was that thing with the Vong? I heard it all went kind of sideways. And how long are you planning on staying?"
"She could be planning to be here a week and still not have time to answer all your questions, Keel," Lena adds, dryly. "Hi, Celia."
I can't help but smile; I've really missed these two. "Not too long, I'm afraid," I say. "I have to go track something down on your home planet, actually. Either of you heard of some apartments called the Kaldani Spires?"
"Nope," says Keel. "I don't know if you've heard, but Coruscant's really grown in the last, oh, several millennia. They've got quite a few apartments there."
"Okay," I say, rolling my eyes. "I get it."
"Actually," Lena pipes up, "that name does ring a bell. I don't think it's anywhere near where we lived, but I'm fairly certain I read about it somewhere. I think some Sith Lord had a place there a long time ago." She suddenly looks concerned. "Why?"
"I'm going after an old artifact. My research suggests the Sith who lived there might have been looking for it as well, so I'm going to see if there's anything useful left in his quarters." It's at least close to the truth. In any case, it seems to satisfy Lena.
They catch me up on the goings-on at the Academy during my absence, and we talk and laugh late into the night. Finally, the twins bid me a good night and take their leave. As he's leaving, Keel turns around.
"Oh, almost forgot. Message came for you a couple weeks ago. I've got it on here." He walks back to where I'm sitting on the edge of my bed and hands me a disk. "No idea who it's from. Anyway, good night."
"Good night," I reply. I'm curious about the message, but I'm dead tired, and I'd need to find my old datapad to play it, since my new one was destroyed in the crash on Kashyyyk. I put the disk on my dresser, undress, and am asleep the second my head hits the pillow.
I sleep late, and awake feeling as refreshed as I've been in weeks. Remembering the message, I get up and dig through the storage closet until I find my spare datapad. It's an older model, but it still works as long as its energy cells hold their charge--which isn't very long anymore. I boot it up, slide in the disk, and play back the transmission.
The signal is terrible and the image is full of static, so it takes me several seconds to realize I'm looking at my sister, Clara. She's speaking animatedly, but I can barely make out anything she's saying over the interference. I think she looks scared. The transmission ends, and I play it over again several times, messing with the audio levels. I am finally able to pick out enough words to confirm that she's asking for my help. The metadata on the recording says the signal's point of origin was Nar Shaddaa.
Well, Coruscant is going to have to wait. I dress, eat a quick breakfast, then pack for yet another journey. Within an hour, I'm locking up my quarters and heading back to the hangar.
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Post by Pearce Zigher on Aug 9, 2013 13:26:00 GMT -8
When I am not focused on Jedi training, I am training myself in my cooking, or crafting, or something. I have kept a very open mind about a lot, and I will usually give anything a try at least once. *Ralph leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and smiling at her.* I know it is some what contradictory of what I asked you, but I was always told that training never actually stops. Everything we do shapes us in some way or another, so while we may progress as Jedi, out basic training as a sentient being will last our entire life time.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2013 16:53:10 GMT -8
Terra had heard Serrin tell her something similar about the nature of one's training as a Jedi, in that it never really did seem to stop. Even as a Jedi Master, Serrin had often said that her training was still ongoing, even as she guided others. Ralph must have heard something similar from either Zik or one of his other teachers, but the way he said it made him sound like a teacher himself. The thought made her giggle a little bit as she put her fork down."You sound like a wise teacher, Ralph."She giggled again.
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Post by Pearce Zigher on Aug 9, 2013 17:49:28 GMT -8
*Ralph quickly and emphatically shook his head saying no. Teaching was never something he was interested in, at least not yet. The 19 year old jedi still felt he had more to learn then he had to teach, and though he seemed calm and knew what he was doing, there was a small war happening inside of this young man as he tried to come to terms with Ziks departure, and the validation of everything he had be taught by the man.
I will live just fine if I never have to teach students. At least not for a while. You have any plans to take on students?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2013 18:08:10 GMT -8
Terra giggled some more. "I was teasing you. I know it's a little early to be thinking about teaching when we're still students ourselves." She leaned back her seat a little, wondering if the day would ever come when she would take on a Padawan learner. It probably wouldn't happen for a long time since she still had so much to learn. Still, she did like the idea of teaching someday. One never knew what the future held after all.
She smiled. "I would like to teach someday."
She took a moment to finish the last of her pasta, then finished off her glass of wine."That was delicious."
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Post by Pearce Zigher on Aug 9, 2013 19:40:43 GMT -8
Well I am glad you think so. It's nice to find people who enjoy my cooking. I will have a reason to cook more often now.
*Ralph smiled and put the dishes into his sack to send off for cleaning when he got back to his room. He snapped the lid into place for the left overs and sat back down for a moment.*
I know it's starting to get late. I had fun Terra, thank you for having me over for dinner. Hopefully we will get to see each other more during our training and such hmm?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2013 19:51:20 GMT -8
Terra smiled back and helped him gather the dishes, blushing just a little yet again. "Thanks for dinner, Ralph. I had fun too." She giggled a little, hoping that they could indeed see more of each other in the coming days. His transition to the academy would be easier with a friend, and she didn't have very many friends here, despite having been here for almost a year.
She nodded. "Yeah. I'd like that." She got up and walked with him to the door. "Well um...goodnight..."
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Post by Pearce Zigher on Aug 9, 2013 20:03:15 GMT -8
*Unlike tradition, Ralph did not go in for a kiss or try to kiss her. Intead, he took her hand and gave it a very light shake with a smile.* Goodnight Terra, sweet dreams. * With another smile, Ralph let his hand slip away from hers and began heading back to his room. He slid the door open and set the bag down before buzzing for a service droid. He flopped on to the bed and stared up at the cieling.*
Well that could have gone worse...could have gone better too, but we will see I guess... *Ralph laid there wondering when he was pulled out of the trance by the droid buzzing his door. After sending the dishes off, Ralph laid back down and continued his pondering before quickly falling asleep.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2013 20:10:20 GMT -8
Terra smiled. "Goodnight, Ralph." She watched him go for a moment before closing the door to her room and leaning against it for a moment. That actually had been fun, especially once she had gotten more comfortable with him and was able to open up a bit more. She giggled softly to herself as she changed into her sleepwear and climbed into bed with a datapad, dozing off before she could finish reading it.
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Sept 19, 2013 20:33:07 GMT -8
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. "Think it over. Meditate on it. I don't need an answer immediately. You can tell me in 5 minutes or 5 weeks. I'll be waiting." He pulled out a scrap of flimsi and scrawled a number on it, then slid it across the table to the pilot. "If you can't find me, you can leave a message at this number, and I'll get in touch with you when I next make port." He grinned, saluted, and turned on his heel, exiting the room. |
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Post by Cal Witwer on Sept 20, 2013 10:31:02 GMT -8
Cal didn't need to think about it too hard. Master Raganella was offering the chance to fly. To stay was to be grounded, pending further prodding and psych evals. Even so, the time it took Cal to swivel toward the door gave the Jedi pilot almost enough time to exit the room. As it was, Kel stood half in the doorway, half in the hall when Cal replied
Ok.
The Jedi master stopped in his tracks, but did not immediately turn back to face the young Miralukan.
Ok -- I agree to your terms, Master Raganella. turning to face the assembled panel Thank you, Masters, for seeing me this far. I will continue to meditate on this, and make strides to becoming whole in the Force once more. But I cannot stay out of the cockpit. It's where I was meant to be, Masters. turning on his cane once more to face the doorway, and Kel'Al
I won't let you down, Master.
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Post by Cal Witwer on Oct 7, 2013 9:37:58 GMT -8
Kel had smirked as he made for the door, and Cal immediately moved to follow him, but then thought better of it, and turned again to face the panel of assembled Jedi. Master Roma was closing a file on the desktop, when Cal pulled into a sharp salute for them. It wasn't much given the curve-ball they had just been thrown, but under the circumstances, the young Miralukan didn't know of any other way to show the proper respect. He held the salute for a solid fifteen seconds, dropping it only when Master Grynt returned the gesture, accompanied by the slightest of smiles. Taking this as an unspoken endorsement, Cal nodded in acceptance, turned on his heel, and made his way out into the corridor beyond.
Raganella had already moved off, down the hallway, in the direction of the lifts, and Cal found himself ill-equipped to catch up to the Jedi. His hip forced him to walk with an awkward gait, placing most of his weight on the left leg, and he worked hard to maintain a pace that would get him to the lift in time to speak with Kel'al. Four students were walking down the hall, paying little mind to the pilot occupying too much of the narrow hallway, and Cal was forced to draw up sharply to avoid a collision as the teens giggled and moved off as a herd to their next class, datapads in hand.
Blast, but that had slowed him even more! He called out to Kel'al to wait, but a maintenance droid was polishing the floor nearby the lift, and the Jedi didn't hear his name being called (or didn't let on, if he had.) Cal upped his pace to a rate that placed him in danger of falling and re-injuring his fragile extremity. But he didn't care. He just had to catch Master Raganella. Every act was a test on his frame and his resolve right now, and he wouldn't let this simple task get the better of him.
The lift had arrived. He was still twenty paces off and closing. Kel'al was stepping smoothly onto the lift, whose doors were closing behind him already, as Cal side-stepped the maintenance droid and extended his left hand...
The lift door sensor recognized the hand in its path, and immediately retracted the door, bringing Cal face to face with Kel once more. The Miralukan had a sheen of sweat on his brow from the exertion of the last few moments, coupled with the heightened emotions in the debriefing, but he slowed his breathing, smiled at the Jedi, and stepped into the lift, pulling his right leg into position beside him.
So... where to, Leader?
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Oct 8, 2013 20:12:28 GMT -8
The Corellian Jedi Master had hurried from the room, somewhat preoccupied, and he barely heard Cal's parting words. Oblivious to the pilot's attempts to catch up, Kel'Al filled his mind with his other plans concerning the Mandalorian crisis and his standing invitation to be a part of the Jedi Order's instructor and student exchange program. He had an offer to go and teach on Felucia, which would also take him much closer to the front lines of the Mandalorian war that was brewing in the Outer Rim, not to mention providing good cover for some observations, recon, or even strikes. But the condition of the Sand Panthers gave him reason for pause. He didn't have a squadron to take with him, and if he left now, without them, he might never get another opportunity to raise the force that he had been dreaming about for almost a year now. It was going to be a difficult decision to make, and one that would require some careful meditation, and possibly further consultation with the Jedi Council.
A big part of his decision hinged on Lt. Witwer and how quickly he wouldbe ready for active duty. For now, it seemed logical to pay Felucia a temporary visit, while he awaited the injured pilot's call. Then, when Witwer was ready (for he could already sense that it was only a matter of when, not if, that call would be made), they would get together with Raksha and Jorek and any other remaining pilots, and set up a new command structure and recruiting and training plan. And then --.
There was a sudden whoosh, and the lift door, which had just closed behind Kel, shot open once more. His eyes widened momentarily, then softened into a twinkle. "Well, hello again. That was quick." The Jedi Master's gaze fell from the man's face to the awkwardness of his right leg, before looking back up at him. "I never did have much use for hospitals, and I can see I'm not the only one. They eat at your soul. It's good to get out, to get away." He cracked a crooked smile, the Corellian trademark. "Looks like we should head down to the hangars and see who's still with us."
As the doors closed behind Cal and the lift car began it's descent, his face took on a quizzical look. "Are you sure that leg is going to hold up?"
Yes. His plans were going to have to change. Again. The Force seemed to like making him do that.
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Post by Cal Witwer on Oct 11, 2013 11:52:28 GMT -8
Cal stood as straight and as 'normally' as he could in the cramped confines of the lift. An automatic reaction, though there was certainly no concealing how damaged he was. He hoped he didn't sound too hopeful, or too deluded when he replied:
It'll hold, sir.
The lift stopped and opened out into an antechamber that functioned as a security checkpoint for the hangar. Cal stepped out and showed his ident-card to the deck officer, who raised an eyebrow quizzically at Kel'al. This was obviously not the first time Lt. Witwer had attempted to enter the flight deck. Cal paid little attention, instead watching through the transparisteel window over his right shoulder as handlers, crew and pilots bustled about in the hangar. Some he recognized, some he didn't. But it didn't matter. Here was home. Here was where he belonged. Two E-wings were being escorted past by a flight refueling worker, followed immediately by a pair of XJ7 X-Wings on the flight line. All of this Cal watched intently, as if he were a man savoring his last meal.
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