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Post by Cyberguy on Nov 10, 2006 21:55:43 GMT -5
Kwarrarworrsharr village is the last known location of Jedi Knight Holt Syren. It is positioned far higher up in the Worshyr trees than most other villages, and it's wookie inhabitants are, for the most part, about one to two feet shorter than the average wookie. The village is small, poor, and has few warriors. There has been no contact from Holt since he went into hiding.
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Post by The Conman on Nov 14, 2006 22:34:50 GMT -5
( OOC: I was thinking of that...wasn't entirely sure though if I was supposed to post looking for you there... I'll move there just to make it simpler I guess... Don't want to much bord pasta if you know what I mean.)
Arili sensed a darkness nearby. It was almost hidden within the peace of the jungle, but it stood out among the peace. It was cold...and dark. She attempted to probe this anomaly, and found a void. There was obviously supposed to be something there, or someone, but whatever it was didn't want to be found. Indeed, the average Sith would have a difficult time detecting such an anomaly, as it was only through the years of experience hunting down Morequi that didn't want to be found in jungles, forests, and deserts, that she had honed the skill of finding the spot that was to quiet.
She opened her eyes. They were right, the Wookies. It was nearby, be it Holt or not, it was at least worth a look. She got up, picked up her backpack, and headed off in the direction that she had sensed the anomaly from.
As she walked, the jungle became dark, and extremely dense, and humid, and most of all...silent. Absolutely, positively, silent. The heat was almost oppressive, like the place was meant to keep people out...or something in. Whichever it may have been, Arili was determined to find it. She trekked on for what seemed like hours, until, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted what looked like a bridge . She spun around, and looked at it. It was indeed a bridge. Bridges meant this “lost village” the Wookies had talked about. She walked over to the tree where the bridge connected up to what seemed like bridge after bridge.
At this point, Arili realized she had forgot something. Something important....her grappler. She cursed at herself in her native language for being so juvenile. She needed another way up. Arili thought for a moment, then looked down the line of bridges and found two trees that were close enough together to jump across. She stood between them , and meditated for a second.
She force jumped into the air, and then jumped off the other tree, then back to the first tree, and managed to get high enough to get a hold with one hand on the bridge. She hung there for a second, to catch her breath, then flipped herself onto it. Arili looked around....Not a Wookie in sight. She once again did a mini meditation to clear her thoughts, and listen to the force, for what direction to go. She turned to her right, and headed off down the bridge path.
She walked for what seemed to be hours. When it was in all reality closer to 37 minutes and 26 seconds. Out of the gloom and haze, a small village, suspended in the trees, seemed to...for lack of a better word...appear. Arili made her way forwards into the village, there were a few scattered wookies here and there, and they all appeared shorter than normal. Arili was wary, she had no guide, and no way of communicating with them. One of them noticed her, and walked over to her, growling something in his native language. She attempted to make a gesture like she didn't understand. But the Wookie just roared at her...again...louder.
Arili had a light bulb. It was getting a little uncomfortable, so she took it out and threw it over the railing into the gloom of the jungle, and continued on with her thought. This though was none of your business, of course. But, since this is written from first person, I am obliged to tell you. This thought was that she should show the now livid Wookie her light saber. She was looking for a Jedi, and if they had seen one, they had at some point seen his saber. So she did just that, she took it off her belt and showed the Wookie the weapon.
She pointed to it and said “JJJ-EEE-DDD-III” to the Wookie, annunciating everything slowly. He looked at her, and then nodded, grunting something that sounded sort of like “rrrrGGeysd;hgakleo”, but not really.
He led her to a hut. Arili felt the darkness as she drew closer to the hut. It was cold, and dark. Like a freezer when the doors closed. The Wookie knocked on the door, and they waited.
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Post by Belle Morte on Nov 15, 2006 3:32:46 GMT -5
ooc: can I join in on this thread. I wanted to come to the planet and talk with a jedi. I'm in disguise
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Post by Cyberguy on Nov 15, 2006 8:43:01 GMT -5
(OOC: No, you can not join this thread because there is no possibe way for your character to know that there are Jedi on this planet. There are probably less than twenty Jedi still alive in the galaxy. So, sorry, no)
After a few minutes, the door to the hut, suspended high up in the trees, opened to reveal a very old, almost grey, wookie, seated in the center of a perfectly circular room. He motioned for Arili to come in and, once she had, he spoke.
"Arhn Nrrraggg Jrradii Ghrammmnryyr gronggjarr wrhassahr"
Monemts following this line of speech, a small light on the floor lit up, and the familiar voice of the older R-series of protocal droids.
"Translating now... "My master, Harrrbarcarr, welcomes you, Jedi Knight, and wonders why you have come...."
Suddenly, the room seemed a little darker.
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Post by The Conman on Nov 16, 2006 21:00:32 GMT -5
Arili looked at the Wookie and the Protocol droid. She knew they knew damn well why she had come, but decided to indulge them.
I am looking for a Jedi named Holt Syren.
She said simply to him, waiting for the Protocol droid to translate.
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Post by Cyberguy on Nov 17, 2006 17:12:32 GMT -5
The remains of the protocal droid did nothing. While neither Harrrbarcarr nor Arili could have known this, this protocal droid had been specially designed years ago with explicit instructions only to operate under Shryiwook commands. The Wookie, who obviously understood Arili's tongue, sat upright upon hearing the lost Nelvaan's name. He sat and thought for a moment before stating the statement he had long ago discovered to be true.
"Graannhh Jedghrrrarr Frraohhr Gwarrharr ahn hrara orroha franngarrrarrarrarr Ghrrasshrarnnr Drannarrhgarr!"
These words were almost immediately translated by the head of the protocal droid.
"My master is sorry that you have come all this way for nothing. He wishes for you to know that the Jedi you have come to find has been gone for many weeks. My master says that he has gone into the darkness and has become lost. He is with the Shadowlands now."
A long pause.
"My Master apologizes."
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Post by The Conman on Nov 19, 2006 23:00:05 GMT -5
Arili was getting tired of this. She hadn't come halfway across the galaxy, and risked her neck the entire way at that, for some old gray wookie to tell her that it was all for naught. No, Whatever this Wookie meant by shadowlands had better have co-ordinates, or heads would be rolling.
She glared at the protocol droids head. Then at the wookie.
What do you mean "shadowlands"?
She asked.
I senced a great darkness here, and unless you have any force sensitive Wookies here, it has to be Holt.
She continued.
This was strange, to say the least. Arili was sure he was here, but the Wookies were either hiding him, or hiding from him, and ambigious answers weren't her strong suit. Espically ones which she surmised were about Wookie folklore more than anything.
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Post by Cyberguy on Nov 19, 2006 23:10:36 GMT -5
The old grey wookie growled to the protcal droid, who, somewhat condescendingly, explained to Arili,
"The Shadowlands are the lands that exist at the roots of the Worshyr trees. It is a dark and desolate place. Few wookies who descend into them last long. Your friend left there weeks ago, saying that he had to face this darkness you speak of."
(OOC: The shadowlands are the deadly and wholly impassable lands beneath the trees. Nothing civilized exists in these trees, nothing at all. You would have landed at a tree-suported spaceport, went to a tree-supported cantina, and traveled along a network of tree bridges. You normally would never walk the shadowlands. Nobody ever does. If you did, sorry, but that's part of the universe, there. No light reaches the shadowlands, and it's pretty much Kashyyyk's incarnation of the Dark Side.)
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Post by The Conman on Nov 20, 2006 19:04:44 GMT -5
Weeks ago you say?
She said, now fully understanding what was going on. If Holt went in weeks ago, there were two possibilities. One, he died, plain and simple. or, two. He was there, and is either struggling with the dark side, or has been consumed by it. She thought to herself.
The thought of going after him was not a pleasant one. The fact of the matter was that she had no confirmation that Holt was even alive. So mounting a rescue mission without any knowledge of his exact whereabouts in a hostile environment was not her idea of a good time. But, she had a job to do. Either Find Holt, or find confirmation of his becoming one with the force. And, regardless of her personal feelings, the next logical step in the chain was to go to the shadowlands and hunt him down, however horrific they were.
I am going to go find him, so I need a way down into the Shadowlands.
She said simply to the Wookies.
The large greay wookie growled out some words, which the droid translated.
My master wishes to inform you that it is extremely dangerous to go into the shadowlands, and strongly recommends against it.
She looked at the droid, and shook her head. She turned around and walked out of the hut, making for a nearby tree. She got up onto it, and soon realized that the cracks in the bark were large enough to permit her to climb down into the shadowed area.
"Holt, you had better be alive...or there'll be hell to pay." she said to herself as she climbed down, to the roars and yells of the wookies.
As she descended , things got darker and darker, until it was so bad that she could not even see her hands in front of her face. Arili realized that she had to let the force guide her movements, and she closed her eyes, and allowed the guiding hand of the force to move her feet and hands into the proper cracks.
Her foot landed on a soft, mushy mass...most likely the ground. Arili could feel the darkness around her. The cold, dank silence that was the shadowlands. The darkness also extended into the force, and she could feel it around her, she was swimming in it. Arili needed to get moving. In a place like this, things preyed upon the immobile. She had to continue to concentrate hard to allow the force to guide her footsteps, and so she could see. If one opened their eyes, one would see only blackness. Not even ones own hands in front of their face.
She probed into the force, allowing the all to familiar dark side to wash over her. Ever since her sister had died, she had an uncanny ability to be in tune with both sides of the force. Something that the masters had told her to force out, and to only ever practice with the Light side. Arili,of course, completely ignored them, and was better for it. She had an intimate understanding with what the Sith felt, and their beliefs. And had a larger, more balanced view of the living force. It was this insight that she called upon now for guidance as to Holt's location and condition.
Arili sat down where the force told her was a dry spot. She crossed her legs and began to meditate, and become in tune with both sides of the force, to balance each other out. At first it was a torrent of the dark side with a mere trickle of the Light side. But, as she concentrated on the balance...they did. She concentrated as hard as she could on Holt, trying to reach out to him...
((OOC: Thanks for the heads up, I had no idea what the shadowlands even were. Learn something new every day around here. ))
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Post by Cyberguy on Nov 20, 2006 20:05:10 GMT -5
A twig snapped half a kilometer away.
Within the three seconds that followed, a series of important events occured in the Shadowlands beneath Kwarrarworrsharr village. The first of which was the twenty-four spears, each half-again as long as Arili, which rained down upon the area where she stood.
Within the second second, before many had reached the ground, a series of twenty-four thuds echoed around her, though it was unable to see what was the source of them. In actuality, the thuds came from twenty-four massive wookies, each well over two meters in hieght, the same ones who had thrown the spears. These wookies, each darker than the shadowlands themselves, both in color and in their auras, formed a circle around Arili, each armed with various weapons, each of a frightful sort.
The third second held perhaps the most foreboding of these events. It was now that a massive wookie, two and a half meters high, careened down into the circle, ensurng that only he and Arili were within. He was armed with two massive vibroblades, and wore a series of black metal armarments, which seemed much newer than anything ese the wookies held with them. Both of this wookie's eyes were missing, a bloody coth covering the empty sockets.
The fourth second held an eerie pause, before, on the fifth second, all twenty-five wookies charged.
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Post by Cyberguy on Nov 29, 2006 21:15:19 GMT -5
BUMP!!!
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Post by The Conman on Nov 29, 2006 21:46:33 GMT -5
((OOC: LOL LONG RESPONSE TIME LOL))
By the time the Wookies had made a circle around her, Arili was barely on her feet. As they jumped, she jumped onto one of them then up into the air, and behind the currently dis tangling wookie pile. She activated her saber, and decided to get rid of the smaller wookies first. Arili jumped and did an overhand attack at one of them. It put its weapon up to block, but her saber went straight through it, and she sliced it cleanly in two.
The First Wookies corpse was still Sizzling as she picked a second and third wookie apart. They were strong, but she was much to fast for them to hit. Arili had to put her entire trust in the force, as she could seen nothing. And she sensed that they were in a similar situation. Arili jumped and dodged around, off trees and Wookies themselves (Ala Mario).
The fighting was fierce, but the Eyeless Wookie stayed out of things. As Arili dispatched the last two wookies, He stepped forwards. Arili got into an attack stance, saber held high, ready for him to make the next move. Which, of course, he did. Well, more like...She moved...at rapid speed...into a nearby tree...via a force push. So, relative to her, he did move.
It took Arili a few seconds to recover from the Slam. As she did, the Force told her to move...quickly... Which she did, and heard a large THUD where she used to be. Arili reached for her saber, and grabbed only air. She cursed in Twi'leki, and rolled again to avoid a THUD.
Whenever Arili tried to reach out with the force to find her saber, the Wookie would attack her, the force would alert her to this, and she would dodge the Vibroblades. She reached out again, and Rolled, but this time, she jumped up and managed to put some distance between her and the Wookie. Then the environment hit her. It WAS the dark side. It took her a second to realize why she was still alive. Arili knew damn well that she could fight, but 24 wookies in the dark, and on THEIR home world was a different story. Something was, other than the force, alerting her to what was going on, and as she came to this realization, she had to dodge a virbroblade.
The wookie was getting frustrated, and decided to do the rag doll thing again. Thus, Arili got rather well acquainted with the nearest tree. This knocked her slightly unconcious.
The force practically yelled at her to move, which snapped her back to the real world. She did, in a sort of lurching motion on all fours, landing on her saber.
Arili stood up and activated it, going on the offensive, she attacked the Wookie. He was good, but was no Sith. Arili let him think she was open, and he attacked her open area, and severly underestimated the injured Jedi. In one swift motion, Arili flipped over his head and cut it off. She landed with a small patter, followed by a dull "thunk" of the wookie hitting the ground.
Arili Needed to find holt, and then a doctor. She doubled over, and fell onto the ground, and coughed up blood. Even the best trained Jedi couldn't overcome Physics every time. And this , unfortunately, was one of those times. Arili felt around her midsection. She felt at least 3 broken ribs, and two she was sure were cracked. She had felt pain like this before, but she was also a good 10 years younger at least.
The beaten up Jedi managed to use the force to force herself a good 20 minutes more, before she finally passed out.
Arili...Arili, Get up. You can't stay still.
She heard a voice yelling she hadn't heard in a long while.
You have to move. Its not your time yet.
Arili strained to look over, and saw herself...just younger. It took her a second to realize it was, in fact, her dead sister. The sister she had slain years earlier.
Arnu...
She managed to mutter before something woke her up.
((OOC: I've already held up Holt Enough, This is basically a Tag for him to find her in a heap on the ground. I wanna get things moving again. ))
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Post by Cyberguy on Nov 29, 2006 22:42:16 GMT -5
(Um... well... the big wookiee wasn't really force-sensitive... but sure, why not, it just helps my plan for this... Good to see your writing again... Well, since you took that iberty, I'm going to say you didn't wake up just yet... ) Silence. Then, a rythmic pounding on the ground nearing her. Three more of the night-black wookiees, each almost identical to the eyeless one Arili had fought just before. Before the sound waves reached Arili's ears, the three appeared out of the darkness, only visible in the dim light from a small hole in the tree canopy. The three closed in aorund Arili as she lie on the ground. Blades were drawn. The rhythmic pounding of tens more of these wookiees were heard around the small clearing. It suddenly grew quite a bit darker as a blade was brought up and then back down at the Twi'lek... Then came the light. White light amongst the almost total darkness. The light cut through the darkness, a beacon of the forest. It flashed before the nearest of the wookies and tore through his vibroweapon, before tearing through his torso as well. the other two in the clearing soon reacted, at first by rearing back to adjust their eyes, then backing up slightly as the shadowy figure which commanded the white light with such ease stood, illuminated by this light. A tall, lean, and almost animalistic masculine stood, somehwat hunched over. Thick fur covered it. But this was not a wookiee. The fur was not brown, nor was it the black fur of these wookiees. No, this fur was a deep blue hue. This, and the ursine face seated atop the broad shoulders, marked this individual as a Nelvaan. This figure which had slain the dark wookiee was indeed, though much older and far different, Jedi Knight Holt Syren. The two wookiees drew their weapons and swung them at Holt, whose silver lightsaber was already there to block the two. Holt held the hilt with a single hand, able enough to do this without using his other. One of the wookiees blinked, and in that second, holt let go of his lightsaber. The two wookiees, still pressing hard upon the white blade, toppled forward with the sudden lack of resistance. Holt's other hand snaked out and grabbed the hilt, lowering the blade a bit before bringing it up, directly through the two wookiee's torsos. By this time, a group of ten wookiees appeared, perhaps more, perhaps less. Holt couldn't tell. Again, the lightsaber left his hand. It held in the air for a moment before, following the laws of gravity, falling to the ground. Holt raced to one side of the clearing before taking hold again of the hilt and bringing it around to meet another of the dark creatures. The blade was then brought back, changing direction, tearing through another. The saber was the thrown back, taking with it the lives of another three. The Knight leapt forward and took hold again of the weapon, leaping off a tree and corkscrewing through the next group of five, each meeting the same unfortunate fate. The pounding neared. Holt resheathed the saber's blade before kneeling down beside Arili, lifting her with ease over his shoulder. The clearing was now lined with these wookiees again. Holt lifted a hand as the wookiees were knocked back. The Nelvaan then jumped up, grabbing hold of the tree and continueing to leap from tree trunk to tree trunk, bringing his fellow Knight back out of the Shadowlands. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ When Arili awoke, she was back in the village, lying on a bed carved from the bark of one of the Worshyr trees. Across the room, Holt sat, tending to deep wounds in his arms he had sustained during the fight. These gashes looked eerily like a new series of scars he had recieved over the years. He looked up as he sensed her gaining consciousness. [glow=white,2,300] "Arili, I presume? You haven't changed a bit..."[/glow]
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Post by The Conman on Nov 30, 2006 15:40:29 GMT -5
Arili came to and it took her a second to figure out where she was. She looked over at Holt.
Yes, I am. And Neither have you.
She responded to the first question. As she tried to sit up, only to be greeted by a rather sharp pain in her abdomen. She laid back with a huff. She had grown rather accustomed to being healed in a matter of seconds by the healers on Rillia, and had forgotten for a moment when she awoke that she wasn't there.
Arili looked her arms and what she could see of her body over. From what she could count, there were going to be at least 3 new scars to add to the collection that she had amassed on Rillia.
Arili looked over at holt once again.
Thankyou, I would have died if it was not for you finding me. The Ironic thing is that I was actually sent to find you, by the Order. We are to return to Rillia ASAP.
She said, having to take breaths every couple of words, because of her injuries.
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Post by Cyberguy on Nov 30, 2006 17:11:47 GMT -5
Holt looked up as she rose and smiled. It had been a long time. Far too long. He brushed his madly long hair out of his face, the tie securing it behind him having been removed recently. He had never cut his hair since going into hiding. Though he knew he was considered a Knight by the Council, he could never get over the feeling that he was only a Knight by circumstance, and still just a padawan in truth.
Once the nature of Arili's presence was made known, his spirits fell. Not that it came as a surprise to the Nelvaan. The thought that one fo the few surviving Jedi would risk traveling to Kashyyyk just to visit was difficult to grasp. The scarred Jedi turned away.
[glow=white,1,200]"I can not. Not yet, anyway. My place is here, between those Shrawrowooks and the wookiees of this village. If I leave, it will not be a day before they are murdered."[/glow]
The Jedi said, referring to the black wookiees the two had encountered in the Shadowlands.
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Post by The Conman on Dec 1, 2006 20:13:31 GMT -5
Oh, Great, He's a Hero...
Was the first thought in Arili's mind. This was just her luck, though. Travel half way across the galaxy, chase his trail half way across this goddess forsaken planet, stumble upon some po-dunt village, then have the crap kicked out of her. ONLY, to find out that he can't leave.
She wanted to choke someone...hard. But she did understand the situation, if he left, they would overrun and kill everyone. Not wanting Genocide was kind of understandable. But an order from the Council was an order, weather he liked it or not. She propped herself up on a couple of pillows.
Look, What do you propose we do about the Wookies of doom? I certainly can't help you, not in my current condition. And unless you can take care of this in the next like 3 days, we have to get moving. This is important. They didn't send me for no reason.
She said, realizing that the fact that they sent her had no meaning to him. 20 years out of the loop would do that to you. Arili rolled her eyes, and corrected herself.
We need you there. You have responsibilities here, but the only way they will recognize that is if you told them yourself. And since the Holochannels are still being monitored, you do have to go in person. Look, I don't want these wookies to die anymore than you do, but I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place here. I have my orders, as do you. As soon as I am well, I am leaving. If you want me to say you are dead, then I can do that much for an old freind. But either I leave with you, or you are dead. Those are my orders, and I intend to follow them. So that gives you about *lifts covers and looks down at herself* 3 days, until I can walk out of here.
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Post by Cyberguy on Dec 1, 2006 22:11:42 GMT -5
Holt sighed. He didn't want to go. These wookiees had foung him at his crash site, nursed him back to health, and took him in as one of their own. They had trained him more than the Jedi had, teaching him the ways of their people. They had been fathers and mothers and sisters and brothers. The thought of leaving them to die pained him. They were family. The only family he had had since Nelvaan. Before he left to train with the Jedi.
Holt found himself looking back on the days leading up to when he left...
(First attempt at a Flashback...)
It was cold. Snow stuck to the young Nelvaan's fur. Holt stood on the opposite side of a large circle of torches placed in the snow from an older, taller Nelvaan. Edir was next in line to be the tribe's Champion. All the other boys wanted to be him. His black markings had been with him so long, they seemed as if he had been born with the striking markings. Holt's, which had only been administered a few weeks ago, seemed awkward and unnatural, as if they were weights dragging him down rather than symbols of honor and manhood. He purposely stood with his bare side facing into the circle, so that he would feel less awkward and would be more prepared to spar with the older warrior.
Edir stepped forward, his wooden spear being brought around by his arms in a large circular loop, as if it were controlled not by his muscles, but by his very spirit. Holt raised his own, not as a weapon, but inconsciously as a shield against the strike that would soon come. And come it did. The older boy lunged forward and struck upwards with his spear, breaking Holt's in two. The boy then hit each individual piece of the spear, knocking them out of Holt's hands. Edir had done this to many a young boy. It became more of a symbol of his superiority rather than a tactic in recent months. Now, however, the Champion-to-be did not end the fight by holding the tip of the spear up to Holt's throat, but rather broke it over his own knee, breaking it in two as well and tossing the pieces out of the circle before assuming another stance.
Holt quickly mirrored Edir, now far more intent. He did not want to take this honor lightly. Not since he failed his rite of passage thanks to that... thing... that thing that had caused the first of his scars, a large one running up his leg. It had been caused when he fell off of the cliff where he pursued the Horax and landed on a tree, nearly impaling himself on it. Scars were a symbol of pride to his people, but only if taken in honor. His was a mark of extreme dishonor. He doubted if he would ever be allowed to take his rite of passage again. He hoped he would be able to. Life assiting Verser, the local shaman, did not appeal to him.
Edir, though, had not given Holt this chance to honor him. He wanted Holt, who had been almost as quick as he to take his rite of passage, to suffer, to be humiliated and dishonored. He knew he could win. He just wanted Holt to know that he never could. The larger boy thrust himself forward and struck at Holt's head with his fist.
Holt fell to the ground, a small cut where the fist had hit. He looked up at Edir. This was not honorable fighting...
Edir then began to strike at Holt over and over again, kicking him in the ribs, legs, and head, until the young boy had been reduced to a bloody and bruised mess. Edir turned to the other boys, who should have been defending Holt, and laughed heartily, the others joining in. Holt couldn't move. But yet he did still. He sat up, though his body shouldn't have allowed him. He raised a palm, his anger and humiliation focused entirely upon Edir. The boys turned and watched this scene with interest. Edir, too, turned around to see, thinking some misfortune had befallen Holt. Instead, the older boy was flung back, his head striking into one of the torches, knocking him unconscious, the burning oil spilling across his face before he fell to the ground.
A long pause.
Suddenly, the other boys reacted. They grabbed onto the form of Edir and carried him off, shouting terrible things as they raced back to the village in fear of Holt's terrible power. Holt watched this before sinking back into unconsciousness...
He would awake and walk away from that circle, but not to the village. He would never return there. Instead, he took the adive of Verser, and left to make his way to the world of Ossus, the place Verser had told him about, to find these people, these Jedi...
(End flashback...)
Holt looked up. He realized something. He had had family on Nelvaan, but yet he did not miss them. Withour Edir to guard them, the duty would have fallen to him, and yet Holt was not there to protect them. How many must have died without his protection? How many mouths must have went unfed without Holt to hunt for them? And yet, he had forgotten, and now looked on these wookiees as his family. Only twenty lived in the village here. His home back on Nelvaan held almost a hundred.
There were other families, other peoples, good peoples, across the galaxy. They existed on every planet. They existed as many different peoples. He had spent the past twenty years protecting these wookiees, and still he had failed them, as the warriors had all been killed by the Shwarwowooks or had become the dark wookiees themselves. And not just the warriors, the women and children also had been affected by these shadow wookiees.
Holt came to understand something. This was why Jedi had no family. Families needed to be protected. But if he was to protect only his family, then he would doom all others who needed him.
It pained him to do so, but he was Jedi. He served others. He stood, faced his friend and Jedi, and spoke, his words carrying a sense of finality.
[glow=white,1,150]"You are right. We can not stay here. The Council has called us. We can not wait for me to settle my affairs here. Nor can we wait for you to recover. We must go now. I have delayed us long enough..."[/glow]
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Post by The Conman on Dec 2, 2006 17:45:29 GMT -5
Arili was surprised that he agreed with her. She looked over at him, and saw how it pained him to leave these Wookies. There was a reason that Jedi weren't allowed to get attached to anything. And Arili was sitting in a hospital bed, with at least 3 broken ribs and 2 more that were probably cracked, as well as a number of other bumps and scrapes because of it. Because a Jedi got attached to something, and another sacrificed herself to find him.
Arili was jaded. 10 years of brutal war would do that to anyone. She had learned long ago to keep most people at arms length. No attachment, no affinity to even the littlings she trained on Rillia. Most of them had died, rather brutally, during various battles.
His attachment to these wookies bothered her. It was dangerous.
She pushed the covers off, and groaned as she got onto her feet, traveling rather slowly to get dressed in the washroom nearby. Getting her clothes on was a nightmare, and took her a good 10 minutes. When she exited, she nodded to Holt. It was time to go.
((OOC: Good flashback !))
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Post by Cyberguy on Dec 3, 2006 10:11:17 GMT -5
Holt said little, there would be time for taking, yes, but now was not the time.
[glow=white,1,100]"To your ship, then?"[/glow]
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Post by The Conman on Dec 3, 2006 22:38:30 GMT -5
Arili walked past him, careful to take shallow breaths. She couldn't wait to get back to Rilia, and get healed. She was thinking about what the fastest way back to her ship was when she suddenly stopped. She looked around, and closed her eyes. She sensed a presence, one she knew very well.
We need to stay here awhile longer, I sense one of the Masters from Rilia is near.
She said.
And by near, I mean going to be on top of us in a matter of seconds.
She continued.
Arili was 99% sure it was Tal. although , it could be Daeron, they did read similarly at times. With the amount of Interference from the dark side in the vicinity, she only knew that whatever "it" was, "it" was Rilian, and felt familiar.
Arili looked back at Holt.
You remember Master Firians, Right?
She asked.
((OOC: Im assuming that he other thread with Tal and her paddie to be is going to eventually merge with this one amirite?))
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