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Post by axelpro on Dec 6, 2006 19:32:27 GMT -5
Hey you can't do that, give those credits back!
The human boy is immediately knocked into a puddle onto the ground sending water in every direction.
Of course we can, we're bigger than you...
As the two grown Humans snickered they turned around to make their leave. Suddenly the boy leaped through the air and latched onto one of their backs.
On the pride of my mother and father I won't let you take that from me!
On the what?
The second man simply plucked the squirming boy from his accomplice's backside and threw him up against the wall. The blow knocked the wind out of the boy and the man let him drop.
Serves you right punk.
Satisfied that the runt would no longer pull any stunts the two left with the last comment lingering through the air. Gaining the strength to move once more the boy, Dak Yoley, flipped over onto his back and stared into the drops of rain that poured down on him.
On the pride of my mother and father... I can't do anything to make them proud.
Dak slowly gets to his feet and stumbles towards his home.
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Post by The Conman on Dec 8, 2006 20:16:07 GMT -5
The old fighter burst out of hyperspace, Corellia in view. Arili breathed a sigh of relief. She took it into the landing pattern and headed for the southern continent.They had assigned the pair a landing facility deep in one of the districts that was considered to be a "slum". It was a bit of a walk to the Speed Shop , but the public transit would be able to get them there in a matter of minutes.
* 10 minutes later *
The ship glided into its landing bay and came down softly onto its landing pads. Arili popped the Cockpits open and hopped out. The place was a dump, for a planet with as much business as this one, they sure didn't take care of their less well off. She threw the keys to a man who looked like he was having problems with his ship, and headed for the hangar entrance.
Whoever followed us has about 10 minutes before that ship is stripped down to its bare frame.
She said, looking over her shoulder as people were already all over the ship, opening panels, and removing equipment.
Now, all we need to do is lay low for awhile and get us annother ship and we're set.
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Post by axelpro on Dec 8, 2006 22:55:43 GMT -5
I can't believe I was just mugged, I guess I'll just go home and explain it to Aunty. I'm sure she'll understand.
As the young Dak approached the alleyway that lead to the shortcut back to his home he paused. Dak began to feel a strange sensation, almost as if someone was tugging at him. Dak looked around only to find Humans walking left and right with another occasional sentient being skulking around. Dak couldn't describe the feeling, and it wasn't one he had to often.
I think I'm going to go the long way...the short way is getting too boring.
For some reason Dak needed to voice his reason in not taking the usual shortcut just so he didn't feel insane as he continued walking. Almost being dragged to a certain something or someone. The boy continued down the winding alleyways until in he burst into the main street which wasn't so grand because it was the slums. This didn't make it so that less people came though in fact it was more crowded than one of the main streets in the more wealthy areas of Corellia simply because those places had more walkway to acomodate those choosing to travel by foot. Slowly and slowly Dak could feel himself reaching a certain destination, but he noticed as he got closer and closer the familiarity with his surroundings continued to decrease.
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Post by Cyberguy on Dec 9, 2006 0:17:41 GMT -5
As holt looked around the facility, he noticed something. He was a six foot tall Nelvaan wearing little more than a pair of shorts and a lightsaber. He might just stand out. Understanding this, he began searching through a pile of garbage for some cloth. He managed to find one. It was large enough, that was for sure, the blood stains made it somewhat conspicious, but one couldn't be picky. He wrapped the tattered cloth around him, tearing off strands and using them to fasten it to himself, placing a large swath around his head, until he looked almost indistinguishable from your average human, albeit a human wearing such an outfit as this makeshift cloak.
He looked himself over and sighed.
[glow=white,2,300]"What do you think?"[/glow]
He padded himself down as he began walking away from the ship, leading the two of them to a dimly lit alley. Once there, he turned to his only ally on this world.
[glow=white,2,300]"Where is this mechanic friend of yours? We need to find him. Now. There's no time to waste. If we wait, anyone following us is going to. They know where we are, and they'll find us. Besides, we're needed on Rilia. We can't just sit around and waste time so we can be safe. That's not what Jedi do..."[/glow]
Holt shouted before stepping back, his frustration becoming somewhat apparent. He turned away and breathed, soon enough subsiding. He looked back up at Arili. He had become far too detatched in the past twenty years. It seemed almost a part of him now to fight. He knew better, though, that he shouldn't fight. Not with Arili. After all, she was the one who found him after twenty years and brought him back to the Jedi. She was the one who was going to get them off of this planet.
He needed her, he knew that well enough. And this all would be a lot easier if he was a bit more understanding. He could tell from the way she spoke of her sister on Kashyyyk that something had happened since they parted. Something painful. Something that might make it somewhat difficult for her to pretend to be Arnun.
[glow=white,2,300]"I am... sorry. Please.... proceed..."[/glow]
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Post by The Conman on Dec 9, 2006 16:06:22 GMT -5
Like a Nelvanian wearing a cloth.
She said. Holt was hopless sometimes. She smiled at his attempt to cover up.
She listened to his rant, looking at him like he had three heads. This was probably all very stressful for someone who, 24 hours prior, was fighting evil Wookies on Kashyyyk, and had to leave the village and freinds who he had had for 20 years, only to end up in the slums of Correllia.
First off, you and your rant are drawing enough attention as it is, secondly, If they follow us HERE, its better that we stick around for a few days. They will think that something is going on, and ignore Rilia. They have their Fenaturi. We are far from not needed, but they can take care of themselves for the time being, Master Firians is quite a master, and we don't have to worry about them. Next, sorry, but I cant walk in after 20 years with a Nelvanian Jedi in tow, so your going to have to lay low for awhile., I'm going to have to go and try to get a ship. And find something other than a bloody rag to wear.
She said, as a hoverbus came up to the stop.
Stick around this area, I'll be in contact when I make any progress.
She said , giving her saber and belt to Holt, then turning and walking onto the bus,dropping the fare into the slot.
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Post by Cyberguy on Dec 9, 2006 19:23:23 GMT -5
(oooh! Conflict! That's some good stuff, right there!)
As Arili left, Holt stood, unmoving. He would have to remember that Arili was a bit more complicated than a Wookiee. Then again, wasn't everybody nowadays. He sighed and placed her saber away. Once he had finished this task, he looked around, and an interesting feeling came over him. He wasn't needed.
For twenty years, he had protected the wookiees from slavers and the shadow wookiees, fighting, every single day. He had found a simple honor in fighting, as well as something more. Something that, now lacking, gave Holt a very uneasy feeling. It had given him purpose. Here, on this world, their fates rested with Arili. Not him. And once they got to Rilia, their fates would rest with Master Firians. Not him. No longer was he a protector, but a protected. On Kashyyyk, it seemed as if everybody wanted his help. But now here, on this world, it seemed as if, though everybody seemed to need help, none of them needed help from him.
And so, the Jedi without a purpose turned and left the spot where he had shouted at the only other Knight in the order that he knew of, and began to aimlessly wander the streets of The Slums.
(And cue Dak.... NOW!)
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Post by axelpro on Dec 10, 2006 0:01:02 GMT -5
I can't even deny it any more...I don't know where I'm going.
It was like this for a good ten minutes as Dark wandered the alleys and streets. He looked about as he walked and surely enough a strong odor filled his nose.
The stench of desperate living. It's kinda depressing.
The boy's mind began to wander as he traveled the streets. All his life Dak had told himself that he was different, better than all these people. As the child walked he began to realize how well he fit in with those around him. He was no better than those who were trying to scratch out a living in this lowly sector. Dak could find no special gift to call his own other than a persistent recitation of his parent's achievements and maybe the fact that he read a book or two more than the common kid his age. As this epiphany hit him so did something else. Dak stumbled backwards a few steps from sheer surprise of what he ran into. Dak rubbed his nose and looked up in order to identify what was in front him, but upon looking the young human realized that it wasn't a what...but a who. Realizing who was standing before him he posed a question.
"Are you a Nelaanian?"
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Post by Cyberguy on Dec 10, 2006 1:18:59 GMT -5
Holt looked down at the young boy.
[glow=white,2,300]"It's pronounced Nelvaan, and yes, yes I am. What's a boy like you doing around here alone, anyways?"[/glow]
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Post by axelpro on Dec 10, 2006 2:05:49 GMT -5
Dak looks at the sentient being before him and smiles.
Well I can understand that it doesn't look habitable, but i assure you I along with the majority of the people live here.
Dak shoved his hands into his pockets almost immediately feeling a little bad for making the Nelvaan look dumb at least in his eyes.
The more important question is...what are "you" doing here? You know there are anti-alien factions crawling in slums like these on planets populated by Humans. You might get yourself into a but of a dilemma just by standing there.
Before Dak even let the Nelvaan say anything the boy had already taken much interest in the sentient being.
Well anything I can do to help you um... stand there?
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Post by Cyberguy on Dec 10, 2006 11:26:19 GMT -5
Holt really had to stop and take a look at how his day had been going. This morning, he had saved Arili from the Shrwarwook and met Master Firians again, this afternoon, he had stolen a ship and fled to Corellia, and now, in Corellia's twilight, he was being questioned by this boy. Ah, the life of a Jedi.
[glow=white,2,300]"You have little reason to concern for my well-being, but I thank you nonetheless. And if you do live here, should you not be at your home? It is fiarly unwise to be caught outside alone once the suns set."[/glow]
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Post by The Conman on Dec 10, 2006 19:21:22 GMT -5
Arili got off the hoverbus, thankful due to the stench. Correllia had slipped since she had been there last when she was 16, that was for sure.
She didn't immediately go to the shop. For a number of reasons, not the least of which was that she was starving. Arili stopped in at a streetside vendor.
After she had eaten, Arili headed for the speedshop.
*move to South Correllia Speed Shop thread*
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Post by axelpro on Dec 10, 2006 19:57:45 GMT -5
Oh I'm pretty much an adult already. I don't have too much to be worried about. Unlike you, and when I say this I mean no disrespect Mr. Nalvaan, but you would attract too many people that want to hurt you.
Dak looked at the Nelvaan before him with his deep blue eyes that seemed to pierce the exterior of the person he was chatting with. His gaze was a quizzical one that ran deep almost as if the young boy was looking into the Nelvaan's spirit.
Besides, I felt the urge to come here for some reason, but that feeling only lingers here now. I have a feeling if I wait here it will come back. My instincts haven't lied to me yet...whenever they decide to take hold that is.
The young boy's gaze didn't really cease, but a smile began to form on his lips as he looked at the Nelvaan.
(I'm not sure if it is Nelvaan or, Nelvaanian for the species)
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Post by Cyberguy on Dec 10, 2006 22:01:09 GMT -5
(Some say Nelvaanian, but canon sources say Nelvaan, so go with what you know, eh? I use Nelvaan myself.)
For a moment, Holt was going to turn around and head back the other way, and not give the boy any further attention. But that moment came and passed, replaced by the next moment, which held a somewhat different thought. The boy spoke of instincts and feelings that had led him here, only to dissappear. Most people would have ignored this seemingly unimportant point. But a Nelvaan Jedi Knight on a Core World in the second decade of the New Sith Empire, well, that was not a normal person.
(Time for some more flashback goodness! I like flashbacks!)
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It wasn't snowing. It wasn't even that cold out. Not that the REST of the planet wasn't freezing. This was one of the rare warmer areas of Nelvaan. And Ironically, Holt was walking on a glacier.
In the distance, a tall spire rose out of the ice field. And though Holt didn't fully understand just how it worked, he knew that it was this tower, along with many other just like it all over the galcial fields of Nelvaan, that was causing the warmer temperatures. It was a melting tower, a device used to melt and siphon off glacial waters for transport. The Bothans had been doing it for as far back as Holt ever knew. They took the water and sold it to nearby worlds. This didn't upset the Nelvaans, who beilieved that the spreading of their Mother to other Mothers was completely benign.
The mebers of his tribe never went too close to these towers, but Holt had secial need of the Bothans and their water frieghters. He needed a way off of Nelvaan. He would have gone to his tribe, his people, and asked them for help in finding the Jedi. But he couldn't. Not after what he'd done. He could never go back. Even if he wanted to. And the young Nevaan knew of only one way off Nelvaan.
By this point, a young Holt had made it to the first of the Bothans water transport vehicles, which moved from the pool of melted water created by the spire to one of three massive water frieghters. He stepped back as it roared past, lifeless and efficient. The young boy continued onward, towards where two Bothans stood, one shouting at the other. Holt tried his best to speak Basic, making use of as many hand guestures as he could manage.
[glow=white,2,300]"Hello? I..need..go..Ossus?"[/glow]
A bothan, the one shouting, turned away from the one being chastised, and towards Holt. He looked him up and down.
"Yeah, these three are headed there. But we only got room for water on them Get lost."
He said, before turneing back to the other Bothan, who had been, up until now, seriously considering running away as his superior was distracted.
Holt sighed and wandered off, defeated. It wasn't in him to give up, but he saw no other option. There just wasn't enough room. He looked back over his shoulder at the large mountain which sheltered his tribe. He couldn't go there. He couldn't go anywhere. But he had to. He had to go somewhere.
Suddenly, he got a thought. No, not a thought, more of an urge, a feeling, a need. He looked over at one of the frieghters, which consisted of little more than a giant tank, thrusters, and a cockpit. His foot moved forward, taking a step towards the frieghter. Then another. And another. And before he even understood it, he was standing in the shadow of the nearest frieghter. He looked to his left and noticed a single open side compartment, meant for cargo other than water. He could hide in there. But instead, he walked to the next one, just as a small group of bothans climbed up to this frieghter and began the preliminary inspection. Had Holt chosen to hide here, he would have been discovered.
Holt then walked to the next one. Seeing the Bothans finsihed with thier inspection, this one was just about to take off. Holt backed away quickly, not knowing why. He turned away and rushed towards the next one, reaching it as soon as the other friehgter took off.
Holt reached the last one and managed to make it inside of the cargo hold just as the bothan pilots secured all doors and airlocked the holds. They wouldn't want any water escaping. This would also help Holt, who would need air on the trip. The boy crawled to a small window in the hold, and looked out at the frieghter in front of them.
He watched with horror as a thruster exploded, causing the entire frieghter to turn in the air and crash into the ground, exploding in a mass of fire and a massive wave of water. Had Holt hidden here, he would not have survived such a crash. Instead, he had, perhaps by luck, perhaps by this "Force", chosen the one and only safe way to Ossus.
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Holt looked down at the boy again, but this time a bit more closely. And by closely, that meant utilizing The Force in doing so. What he saw amazed him. It was like a giant boulder atop a steep slope. Incredible potential, but completely stable. Holt saw The Force in him. That's when he realized that it had been a feeling that had brought him to this particular alley from the ship.
[glow=white,2,300]"Where exactly do you live?"[/glow]
He asked, quizzically...
(Whew! That was a good long one! But enough of memory lane, time to get us a youngling!)
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Post by axelpro on Dec 10, 2006 23:02:09 GMT -5
The Nelvaan's look was mirrored by the young boy as the considerably long interaction between the two was only picked up by one or two passerbys. Of course the was the occasional hateful glare that Dak could pick up, but for the most part their conversation out on the street was largely ignored. Dak observed the Nelvaan up and down, and as he did this Dak told himself it was to see whether this sentient being was really worth his time. Deep down Dak couldn't hide the truth in the reason behind his small search, and that was because it was exactly the opposite. Too often had the boy heard "you're not quite ready", "you're too young", or the most painful "you're just a kid". Dak had always felt lost in this ruddy portion of this Core World. Almost as if he was meant for something, and it always pulled at him but never gave him any kind of direction. So rather than follow these instincts Dak chose to stay with his uncle and aunt convinced he was "not quite ready". Dak knew the reason why he eyed the Nelvaan was no other reason than to decide whether he was ready to grow up and move on. There was a silence as Dak tossed in his mind.
A couple blocks down...I can show you if you want. You'll be safe from any alien haters on this planet.
It was decided, but Dak did not make the decision. Oddly enough the decision sort of pounded out the other choice, and Dak knew only too well not to try and go against what your instincts tell you.
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Post by The Conman on Dec 11, 2006 17:49:31 GMT -5
Arili's land speeder tore down the street towards the hangar. It had grown dark, and she needed to find Holt. The anti-alien sentiment on this world was pretty bad, she had been "warned" by someone back at the speedshop, although his thoughts betrayed him. It was more of a threat.
She turned the final corner, and then into the dilapidated hangars lot. Holt was standing there, along with what looked to be a local. Something felt different about him, not Holt, but the local. She stopped near them, and opened the door, and got out, then walked up.
A Local?
She asked, looking at the boy.
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Post by Cyberguy on Dec 11, 2006 20:03:51 GMT -5
Holt nodded as Arili approached.
[glow=white,2,300]"Yes, he is a fairly unique local..."[/glow]
Holt said before turning to face her.
"Were you successful?"
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Post by axelpro on Dec 11, 2006 20:15:22 GMT -5
Stood bewildered at the new arrival. It was apparent that this Twi'lek was an acquaintance of the Nevlaan by the way the two spoke. Like before something tugged at the young boy's mind. Dak continued to look at the Twi'lek with a confused look. Soon enough the Twi'lek's eyes and Dak's eyes met and the boy seemed to see something he couldn't before. Dak found himself lost in the Twi'lek's eyes as he ensued a stupefied glare. As Dak stared into her eyes he could feel her presence on a different level than he was used to.
Y-you...why did you make me come here?
Managed to shake himself from the Twi'lek's eyes and refrained from once again looking directly into them as he awaited an answer.
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Post by The Conman on Dec 11, 2006 22:58:06 GMT -5
((OOC: Short post...bed...tired...etc...)
Arili found it amusing when she managed to get males stuck, but they were usually looking elsewhere. This boy was different, he knew she was trying to probe him, and was actively fending it off. His mind was interesting, though. Fairly mature, and obviously connected with the force. Nothing happened by coincidence, and they were meant to go to Corellia, that much was clear. She decided to speak to the boy first.
I didn't make you go anywhere. You followed your instincts to come here. We have not met by chance, that is certain.
She turned to Holt.
Yes, Quite. We have a ship, and a place to stay, as well as a ride.
She said, motioning to the vehicle.
All in all, I think I made out pretty well.
Arili finished with a smirk.
Arili thought about the boy. She had been found in a similar way, lost and in the middle of a slum, at random by a Jedi Knight who she had to this day not ever tracked down. She popped out of her thoughts.
You.
She said, realizing she didn't know the boy's name.
Do you have a place to stay?
She asked.
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Post by axelpro on Dec 12, 2006 0:31:09 GMT -5
Keeping himself occupied with other "sights" to see Dak managed to keep his eyes from connecting with the grown woman before him. Hearing her statements and the final question he opened his mouth to speak.
To tell you the truth the relatives I stay with have a very distant relationship with me. While I know the no doubt love me and care for me it is just that what I am forces them to keep me at arm's length.
Dak looked off to the side as he said this, but if you were to look into his eyes it wasn't something in that direction he was seeing. Rather the young boy was looking back into his past recalling a certain event.
(flashback time...Dak style! *dances*)
Flashback
So do you think we'll be able to go to Tatooine to watch one of the pod races for my birthday?
The young boy, none other than Dak, jumped around the grown man who simply smiled at the child's presence.
Settle down Dak, your birthday is still a whole month away. Just relax for a little bit and we will make those steps when the time comes.
The boy's face lit up with excitement as he heard these words. It wasn't that he heard the words, but rather he did what most children do. He heard bits and pieces and managed to mold what he wanted to hear out of what the man had actually said.
So we are going to go? You're the best dad!
Dak's father laughed as the Mag-Lev Train stopped. The two along with a handful of other Corellians stepped off the train and stepped into a speeder which zoomed off. Inside of three minutes the two were at a very lavish estate which they approached calmly.
I'm going to go tell mom that we're going to Tatooine for my birthday! Do you think she'll be surprised?
Oh you'll practically knock her dead with that one.
Dak smiled as he walked up to the door which opened only after he slid a card through the slot provided. It was another could of seconds before they reached the door to the house. As Dak's father approached the house he noticed something off. This was the fact that the window next to the main door had been smashed open. Now bursting into a run Dak's father reached the door and threw it open. What he saw left his mouth hanging ajar.
Kaleb Yoley I presume...
The question came from a fully armored man that held a woman familiar to Kaleb in his arms. Her mouth was covered as she obviously struggled to free herself. Breaking free from his grip for a second the woman cried out.
Quick, run away he's an bount...
The rest was cut off as the man regained his hold over her mouth.
Nothing personal, it's just a contract.
Oh no you don't!
Kaleb drew his blaster that he kept handy and fired forcing the man to let his wife go as he jumped in the opposite direction. Just as this happened Dak closed in on the door. Kaleb turned his head to see his son approach.
Dak, run away!
Rather than even consider what his father said his inquisitive nature pulled him to the door so he could see what was happening. At that moment the man Kaleb was squaring off against regained his composure. With only swift motion he pulled the trigger to his blaster pistol that seemed to be aimed at nothing. The shot fired and Kaleb realized his adversary's target...his wife. Dak watched his mother fall to the ground lifeless. Dak's world began to come down around him, but was never able to come to the full realization as Kaleb pushed him out of the doorway.
Now's not the time to disobey your father!
Kaleb drew one of the trophy Vibroswords from his military days off the wall and charged at the man who drew a similar sword. This time Dak heeded the advice of his father and began to run. Ducking into a bush he sat in undying fear awaiting the result of this confrontation. Suddenly there was a sharp cry, and much to Dak's dismay it was from a voice he knew.
End Flashback
It's because I'm the living evidence of a crime committed long ago. Even so I am too much of a burden here and you talk of instincts...well my instincts tell me that you hold something I need in order to be complete.
(OoOo the colors!)
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Post by The Conman on Dec 12, 2006 18:21:36 GMT -5
Arili thought for a moment. This boy seemed to be pretty alone in the world, that was for sure. But him being alone was not enough evidence to take him back to Rillia on. But, Arili had a feeling about this one. That he was somehow important. But what that meant was for Talau to ultimately decide. That and they needed to leave shortly. Whoever was looking for them was probably still trying to figure out what type of ship the bare frame in the hangar belonged to, so if they could be off by the next day that would put some serious distance between them and whoever was probably following them. She looked at the boy.
So, that is a yes, then?
She said to the boy.
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