<![CDATA[Forums - Scenes In Between]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/ Tue, 21 Apr 2026 17:43:13 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Jedi Master Angelique Heartman and Jedi Master Daz Murl]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=45 Mon, 15 Jul 2013 04:10:49 -0700 Akirapryde]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=45 OOC: This Scene was played out during Text Messaging
Jedi Master Angelique Heartman and Jedi Master Daz Murl
Originally Posted: July 30th, 2012
On Departure, Twenty Hours Out
Inner Rim System of Hu'uf
Generation Ship, Narshana
January 6th, 1937

Master Heartman

Angel approaches Daz. "Hey Daz " she smiles at him as she comes closer to him. "Do mind you if we speak in private."


NPC: Swip Larn

Daz was just leaving his quarters with Swip by his side. Save for the essentials, his past two days had been spent with his close friend and most trusted advisor, Swip Larn, in fervent prayer and quiet meditation focused on the next challenges facing the fledgling Galactic Republic. Now, on his way to meet with various ambassadors and emissaries, he paused as Angel approached him in the corridor. Swip turned to him and nodded knowingly. "I'll let our friends know that you'll be along soon, Daz," she said as she glided past Angel down the corridor.


Master Murl

Daz looked up at Angel. "What is it, my friend?" he asked her.


Master Heartman

Angel thinks for an moment processing her train of thought. "two days ago you said you wanted to talk to me about becoming friends with rose, I believe."


Master Murl

Daz tilted his head, "I don't recall saying that exactly, but I do have much on my mind as of late. Please, come in and let us talk as one old friend to another," Daz gestured toward his door with his clawed right hand as he moved back to unlock it.


Master Heartman

Angel nods her head understanding. "Of course." She waited for him to unlocked it and allowed him to enter first, then following after him inside after him.


Master Murl

Daz activated the locking mechanism and the dim lights, illuminating the only objects not carefully tucked away: a Bible on a low table in the center of his room and an unlit candle in its holder beside it. He took a seat on one side of the table, crossing his legs, and invited Angel to have a seat on the other side with a nod toward it.


Master Heartman

Angel looks around spotting the bible and seeing the candle as she takes an seat on the other side where Daz had kindly motioned to. Sitting down she crossed her legs as well. "How have you been Daz?" Deciding to start with light conversion instead of just jumping on topic.


Master Murl

Daz drew a deep breath and exhaled slowly as he looked her in the eye. "I feel light and darkness swirling around me like a tangible breeze, warm and chilling at the same time."


Master Heartman

Angel tilted her head a bit as she listens trying to understand what he meant. "Why are you feeling this around you?"


Master Murl

Daz leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. His claws clicked against each other softly as he touched his fingertips together. "Because the two wage a constant war, Angel. Light awaits our invitation, but to darkness we are territory to be conquered. When we choose light, it helps us fight back against the dark from within"


Master Heartman

Angel eyes locked on his, "spoken from experience Daz" she questioned as she looked down. It was something she had come to dislike in how he treated her. "Daz, why do you feel that i am so able to be tempted and corrupted by the dark side? It is how you treat me that does hurt my feelings."


Master Murl

"Not just spoken, learned from experience that has come at a terrible price, washing me in blood and tears," Daz said sadly, opening his hands and turning his palms upward to physically express his sincerity. He continued, "If anything, I think you less vulnerable to the lure of the dark side than most other Force-users. From our earliest days together at the Temple, you have shown me that you have a good heart. It is your trusting nature that makes me keen to protect you, not because you will be corrupted. Evil beings prey upon those like you who see the potential for good in them and use your kindness to position themselves to strike. I am sorry your feelings have been hurt, but I look after you so carefully because I love you as my own sister."


Master Heartman

Angel looks at Daz as it was clear that something else was troubling her and it was not this conversation. "I am thinking about rehabilitating those that are willing to help dark sides change to the light side but only if they want it. But am worried I might not be too successful at that either."


Master Murl

"By all means," Daz said, touching his fingertips together once more with a click.


Master Heartman

Angel thought for an moment wondering why he was touching his fingernails together. "Well rose perform an sith ritual with out using the force she used the blood from cutting A'laya's hand." She pauses giving herself a moment to think. "She doesn't seem to understand what she did was wrong. She use this ritual to help the ambassador into an trance where he could go into his dream." She continue to "He was having this recurring dream about an plant creature pointing at him and saying karvia, kalima, its hard to pronounce for me. Still, Rose still did something wrong, and I need someone to try to help her understand."

Angel let out a slight sigh as she paused once more. "And that's just half of it. There is more if you have time, i don't want to delay anything you might be doing.


Master Murl

Daz stared at Angel through his dark goggles, his masked face as inscrutable as ever as he replied quietly. "Ambassador Zall, I take it? When did this ritual take place and who else knows it happened?"


Master Heartman

Angel nods her head. " two days ago, its been really hard get away from being an bodyguard. The ritual took place in the training room and am not sure how many saw it. But I am sure that they didn't know what it was. I bandage A'laya's hand and either A'laya or Rose covered it up by saying it was an training accent to those that did ask."


Master Murl

"First, I need you to remember exactly who witnessed this ritual. Use the Force, Angel. It is of the utmost importance that we find out who knows that Zall engaged in a blood ritual, whether they are aware it was Sith-related or not. When you know who the witnesses are, please report back to me at once. We must contain this information before it becomes a rumor that might compromise him in the Grand Assembly. I will speak with Zall. Second, who is guarding Rose now that you are here?" He asked, his tone conveying the gravity of these questions.


Master Heartman

Angel took a moment to think carefully, "Only me, Rose, and A'laya know what this ritual was. She named off five people that were working out in the training room at the time All of them were part of Birgr's Immortals. "For those five though, it was interesting but didn't have an clue what they were watching. No one else is watching over Rose currently. But i needed to talk to someone about this so I can help Rose." She smile little though she felt stressed and looked tired like she hadn't had an good night sleep in a few days.


Master Murl

Committing the names of the five onlookers to memory, he nodded. "Did you and A'laya learn how to perform this ritual?" Daz asked.


Master Heartman

Angel shook her head. "A'laya however was watching Rose very closely when she did it. If she didn't learn it, she has a sound understanding of it," Angel explained.


Master Murl

Nodding his understanding, he continued gently, "Where did you leave Rose, and what was the last thing she told you before you left to find me?"


Master Heartman

Angel thought hard to recall those last moments, "I believe she is with Zall. Daz I just want her to understand what she did was wrong. She wants an new life and turning over an new leaf. The path that she wants is going to be hard. There's going to be slip ups but if we help her to better understand we can help her on her path. Please i am asking you to help me with her because am just one jedi and she's going to need support."


Master Murl

"I will do what I can, Angel, but something isn't adding up. If we believe that your sister's clone has the mind of your original sister, it logically follows that Rose's clone has the mind of the original Rose. Would the Dark Queen of the Sith seek redemption? To answer this, we must find out when she was cloned and what her last memories of her true past is." Daz reached across the narrow table and placed one hand on her shoulder. "Thank you for speaking with me, Angel. Please promise me that you will go and get some sleep now." He stood and offered both hands to help her up.


Master Heartman

"Your welcome. Also Rose has said that she wants us to look for Lasso's book. I think that it is to restore her force powers. The last time I recall seeing that cursed book, it was being turned over to the Jedi by you Daz. I am not going to pursue that dark tome. I know its out of her reach and Rose does not know where it is. I am willing to help her, guide her on the path of the light side. Maybe by doing so Rose will change her mind about wanting to be force sensitive again. As for her memory Rose does not recall being the Dark Queen of the Sith or what the Queen did during her life. At least that is what Rose claims." she takes his hands and lets him help her up. "you don't have to worry. I won't ever fully trust Rose till she changes her mind about finding that book, or proves to me her true intentions."


Master Murl

He deactivated the lock on his door, opening it as he glanced back at the Bible on the table. Daz spoke as he led Angel into the corridor, closing his door and activating the lock. "There are many paths toward the light and redemption, but only one path toward our Savior and His forgiveness." He reached up to pat her back reassuringly. "You can always talk to me about anything. Go to your quarters and rest, my friend. You have earned it."


Master Heartman

As the door hissed closed behind her, Angel walked down that corridor till she knew that she was alone. She reached in to her pocket and pulled out the active communicator, "Master Visst, did you did all of that? I hope that you are sure about this." She said before closing the link. She knew that Master Visst could not reply as that is how the communicator was set up. Her mission for Visst was complete and now it was up to Daz to prove his heart or not. Angel vanished down that hallway.


NPC: Swip Larn

Watched carefully as Angel left Daz's room. She heard Angel's comments to Master Visst. The grip on her own lightsaber was so tight that the discoloration on her fingers could easily be seen. 'Snakes and traitors come after Our Lord's Prophet' Swip thought of the plot against Daz Murl. 'The king snake, Master Visst, must be beheaded. However his guards, Angel and the rest must be removed first. I will protect Your Prophet, My Lord' Swip thought as she watched Angel vanish. She moved back around the corner and pulled out her own comlink. The Church had its own spies and agents that were more than happy to fight on the side of the Prophet.

"Knight Croel, meet me in the Gardens. We have much to talk about." She closed the comlink knowing that the message would have been received. She didn't want to leave much of a trail for anyone to track. Keep it simple and short, a phrase that Knight Croel taught her. K.I.S.S

"We will protect you, Daz. To this, I promise you, My Love."]]> OOC: This Scene was played out during Text Messaging
Jedi Master Angelique Heartman and Jedi Master Daz Murl
Originally Posted: July 30th, 2012
On Departure, Twenty Hours Out
Inner Rim System of Hu'uf
Generation Ship, Narshana
January 6th, 1937

Master Heartman

Angel approaches Daz. "Hey Daz " she smiles at him as she comes closer to him. "Do mind you if we speak in private."


NPC: Swip Larn

Daz was just leaving his quarters with Swip by his side. Save for the essentials, his past two days had been spent with his close friend and most trusted advisor, Swip Larn, in fervent prayer and quiet meditation focused on the next challenges facing the fledgling Galactic Republic. Now, on his way to meet with various ambassadors and emissaries, he paused as Angel approached him in the corridor. Swip turned to him and nodded knowingly. "I'll let our friends know that you'll be along soon, Daz," she said as she glided past Angel down the corridor.


Master Murl

Daz looked up at Angel. "What is it, my friend?" he asked her.


Master Heartman

Angel thinks for an moment processing her train of thought. "two days ago you said you wanted to talk to me about becoming friends with rose, I believe."


Master Murl

Daz tilted his head, "I don't recall saying that exactly, but I do have much on my mind as of late. Please, come in and let us talk as one old friend to another," Daz gestured toward his door with his clawed right hand as he moved back to unlock it.


Master Heartman

Angel nods her head understanding. "Of course." She waited for him to unlocked it and allowed him to enter first, then following after him inside after him.


Master Murl

Daz activated the locking mechanism and the dim lights, illuminating the only objects not carefully tucked away: a Bible on a low table in the center of his room and an unlit candle in its holder beside it. He took a seat on one side of the table, crossing his legs, and invited Angel to have a seat on the other side with a nod toward it.


Master Heartman

Angel looks around spotting the bible and seeing the candle as she takes an seat on the other side where Daz had kindly motioned to. Sitting down she crossed her legs as well. "How have you been Daz?" Deciding to start with light conversion instead of just jumping on topic.


Master Murl

Daz drew a deep breath and exhaled slowly as he looked her in the eye. "I feel light and darkness swirling around me like a tangible breeze, warm and chilling at the same time."


Master Heartman

Angel tilted her head a bit as she listens trying to understand what he meant. "Why are you feeling this around you?"


Master Murl

Daz leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. His claws clicked against each other softly as he touched his fingertips together. "Because the two wage a constant war, Angel. Light awaits our invitation, but to darkness we are territory to be conquered. When we choose light, it helps us fight back against the dark from within"


Master Heartman

Angel eyes locked on his, "spoken from experience Daz" she questioned as she looked down. It was something she had come to dislike in how he treated her. "Daz, why do you feel that i am so able to be tempted and corrupted by the dark side? It is how you treat me that does hurt my feelings."


Master Murl

"Not just spoken, learned from experience that has come at a terrible price, washing me in blood and tears," Daz said sadly, opening his hands and turning his palms upward to physically express his sincerity. He continued, "If anything, I think you less vulnerable to the lure of the dark side than most other Force-users. From our earliest days together at the Temple, you have shown me that you have a good heart. It is your trusting nature that makes me keen to protect you, not because you will be corrupted. Evil beings prey upon those like you who see the potential for good in them and use your kindness to position themselves to strike. I am sorry your feelings have been hurt, but I look after you so carefully because I love you as my own sister."


Master Heartman

Angel looks at Daz as it was clear that something else was troubling her and it was not this conversation. "I am thinking about rehabilitating those that are willing to help dark sides change to the light side but only if they want it. But am worried I might not be too successful at that either."


Master Murl

"By all means," Daz said, touching his fingertips together once more with a click.


Master Heartman

Angel thought for an moment wondering why he was touching his fingernails together. "Well rose perform an sith ritual with out using the force she used the blood from cutting A'laya's hand." She pauses giving herself a moment to think. "She doesn't seem to understand what she did was wrong. She use this ritual to help the ambassador into an trance where he could go into his dream." She continue to "He was having this recurring dream about an plant creature pointing at him and saying karvia, kalima, its hard to pronounce for me. Still, Rose still did something wrong, and I need someone to try to help her understand."

Angel let out a slight sigh as she paused once more. "And that's just half of it. There is more if you have time, i don't want to delay anything you might be doing.


Master Murl

Daz stared at Angel through his dark goggles, his masked face as inscrutable as ever as he replied quietly. "Ambassador Zall, I take it? When did this ritual take place and who else knows it happened?"


Master Heartman

Angel nods her head. " two days ago, its been really hard get away from being an bodyguard. The ritual took place in the training room and am not sure how many saw it. But I am sure that they didn't know what it was. I bandage A'laya's hand and either A'laya or Rose covered it up by saying it was an training accent to those that did ask."


Master Murl

"First, I need you to remember exactly who witnessed this ritual. Use the Force, Angel. It is of the utmost importance that we find out who knows that Zall engaged in a blood ritual, whether they are aware it was Sith-related or not. When you know who the witnesses are, please report back to me at once. We must contain this information before it becomes a rumor that might compromise him in the Grand Assembly. I will speak with Zall. Second, who is guarding Rose now that you are here?" He asked, his tone conveying the gravity of these questions.


Master Heartman

Angel took a moment to think carefully, "Only me, Rose, and A'laya know what this ritual was. She named off five people that were working out in the training room at the time All of them were part of Birgr's Immortals. "For those five though, it was interesting but didn't have an clue what they were watching. No one else is watching over Rose currently. But i needed to talk to someone about this so I can help Rose." She smile little though she felt stressed and looked tired like she hadn't had an good night sleep in a few days.


Master Murl

Committing the names of the five onlookers to memory, he nodded. "Did you and A'laya learn how to perform this ritual?" Daz asked.


Master Heartman

Angel shook her head. "A'laya however was watching Rose very closely when she did it. If she didn't learn it, she has a sound understanding of it," Angel explained.


Master Murl

Nodding his understanding, he continued gently, "Where did you leave Rose, and what was the last thing she told you before you left to find me?"


Master Heartman

Angel thought hard to recall those last moments, "I believe she is with Zall. Daz I just want her to understand what she did was wrong. She wants an new life and turning over an new leaf. The path that she wants is going to be hard. There's going to be slip ups but if we help her to better understand we can help her on her path. Please i am asking you to help me with her because am just one jedi and she's going to need support."


Master Murl

"I will do what I can, Angel, but something isn't adding up. If we believe that your sister's clone has the mind of your original sister, it logically follows that Rose's clone has the mind of the original Rose. Would the Dark Queen of the Sith seek redemption? To answer this, we must find out when she was cloned and what her last memories of her true past is." Daz reached across the narrow table and placed one hand on her shoulder. "Thank you for speaking with me, Angel. Please promise me that you will go and get some sleep now." He stood and offered both hands to help her up.


Master Heartman

"Your welcome. Also Rose has said that she wants us to look for Lasso's book. I think that it is to restore her force powers. The last time I recall seeing that cursed book, it was being turned over to the Jedi by you Daz. I am not going to pursue that dark tome. I know its out of her reach and Rose does not know where it is. I am willing to help her, guide her on the path of the light side. Maybe by doing so Rose will change her mind about wanting to be force sensitive again. As for her memory Rose does not recall being the Dark Queen of the Sith or what the Queen did during her life. At least that is what Rose claims." she takes his hands and lets him help her up. "you don't have to worry. I won't ever fully trust Rose till she changes her mind about finding that book, or proves to me her true intentions."


Master Murl

He deactivated the lock on his door, opening it as he glanced back at the Bible on the table. Daz spoke as he led Angel into the corridor, closing his door and activating the lock. "There are many paths toward the light and redemption, but only one path toward our Savior and His forgiveness." He reached up to pat her back reassuringly. "You can always talk to me about anything. Go to your quarters and rest, my friend. You have earned it."


Master Heartman

As the door hissed closed behind her, Angel walked down that corridor till she knew that she was alone. She reached in to her pocket and pulled out the active communicator, "Master Visst, did you did all of that? I hope that you are sure about this." She said before closing the link. She knew that Master Visst could not reply as that is how the communicator was set up. Her mission for Visst was complete and now it was up to Daz to prove his heart or not. Angel vanished down that hallway.


NPC: Swip Larn

Watched carefully as Angel left Daz's room. She heard Angel's comments to Master Visst. The grip on her own lightsaber was so tight that the discoloration on her fingers could easily be seen. 'Snakes and traitors come after Our Lord's Prophet' Swip thought of the plot against Daz Murl. 'The king snake, Master Visst, must be beheaded. However his guards, Angel and the rest must be removed first. I will protect Your Prophet, My Lord' Swip thought as she watched Angel vanish. She moved back around the corner and pulled out her own comlink. The Church had its own spies and agents that were more than happy to fight on the side of the Prophet.

"Knight Croel, meet me in the Gardens. We have much to talk about." She closed the comlink knowing that the message would have been received. She didn't want to leave much of a trail for anyone to track. Keep it simple and short, a phrase that Knight Croel taught her. K.I.S.S

"We will protect you, Daz. To this, I promise you, My Love."]]> <![CDATA[Jedi Master Angelique Heartman and Jedi Master Visst Dassek]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=44 Mon, 15 Jul 2013 03:09:50 -0700 Akirapryde]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=44 Originally Posted: June 5th - 7th, 2012
Generation Ship Narshana
Inbound Leg, Three Days out of M'Haeli
Expansion Rim
November 29th, 1936

Master Heartman

Angel's mind been torn again, thinking over the knowledge of fighters had her wanting to continue her training as an pilot. But she knew she would have to become an pilot that's not one with the force. She remember the way the man had explain the helmet how it sync with the fighter. It was similar to an jedi fighter.

As she walked out of her room and down the hall she wonder if she should talk to visst. She knew he was against conflict. She was even unsure how the war the Reich was causing would end. But it wouldn't hurt to ask Visst and talk to him about her desires of being an pilot.

Angel thinks for an moment on where Visst would be as she roams the ship. She decides to check the garden. She walks into the garden and sees Visst there.

"Master Visst, I would like to speak with you." she smiles as she approach him.


Master Dassek

Visst could be found in the ship's m main garden, where he was there mediating as he often did when he needed to think to clear his mind. Around him was the life of the garden, and when Angel walked in.

He felt the conflict within her as she approached, disturbing the serene feeling of the garden around him rippling with the entry of new feelings.

His eyes opened as Angel began to speak. "what is troubling you Angel?"

His head held slightly to the right a his eyes slowly blinked.


Master Heartman

Angel takes an moment to gather her thought, "Seeing that fighter really made me realized what I wanted to do. Is there any way I can continue my training as an jedi pilot. I know I can be an pilot outside the jedi but am not sure if that's wise if we end up fighting against the Reich. The way the helmet works is almost like how an jedi is in tune with an fighter."


Master Dassek

"Angel, I made it clear that so long as you hold attachments, the jedi order will not teach you further techniques. It is a difficult decision to make. Last time you were sure before, are you still certain you have made the right choice. If you are, then perhaps you can meditate and learn to focus on what is around you. In doing so you may learn there are ways other than those the order teaches to feel in union with your craft"


Master Heartman

Angel takes the time to clear her mind from the surrounding and focus on what she wanted to say. “Master Visst, ever since I left the Jedi Order, I been seeking answer's for anything that made sense. Am not sure what I truly want and its making me feel wishy washy. I though I knew what I was doing when I left the Order. But seeing that Reich fighter brought back memories of being a jedi pilot. That memory brought back my dream and desires of being one with the force with an fighter I can call my own.”

She pauses to take a breath while she spoke from her heart. “I am confused with myself and with what a Jedi is cause of the way of my Master's teaching's. I know my attachment's don't effect my actions. When I was leading the slave revolt I did my best not to kill any Reich solders, I even mange to knocked down their towers without killing anyone. I was not to pleased about having to cut off an solders arm but it was necessarily to save an innocent life. The solider would had finished him off with the rock if I wouldn't have interfere, of course I should be saying slave and not solider, since the Psi was messing with my mind.”


Master Dassek

Visst nodded as she spoke it was something that he had found to be a difficult thing to determine. When two both important came into conflict with one another, it would sometimes be difficult to make a choice as tho which was more important. Letting her finish Visst paused, then took in a breath. "Master Heartman, it is important to know yourself. Take the time to get to know yourself, and to think about all the possible futures you could have, and then compare them. When you have finished doing that you will be ready to make a firm decision. Remember, you can always hold to your own morals above all else.


Master Heartman

Angel nodded her head as she listened to Visst. "I am not sure if I know what my own morals are anymore, I know I didn't really want to leave the Order and I am regretting my choose now. But before I ask if I can rejoin, your right i need to find myself and I need to make sure I know how to part with attachments. I see an long hard path in front of me but maybe by following it i will find my center self"


Master Dassek

Visst nodded. "Very true, Angel, you have always been a most able student. When you have come to a decision let me know either way please. You have nothing to worry about at all. I know that in the past you have worried about letting me down while making your decisions. That too is an attachment you will need to learn to let go. It will cloud your judgment."]]> Originally Posted: June 5th - 7th, 2012
Generation Ship Narshana
Inbound Leg, Three Days out of M'Haeli
Expansion Rim
November 29th, 1936

Master Heartman

Angel's mind been torn again, thinking over the knowledge of fighters had her wanting to continue her training as an pilot. But she knew she would have to become an pilot that's not one with the force. She remember the way the man had explain the helmet how it sync with the fighter. It was similar to an jedi fighter.

As she walked out of her room and down the hall she wonder if she should talk to visst. She knew he was against conflict. She was even unsure how the war the Reich was causing would end. But it wouldn't hurt to ask Visst and talk to him about her desires of being an pilot.

Angel thinks for an moment on where Visst would be as she roams the ship. She decides to check the garden. She walks into the garden and sees Visst there.

"Master Visst, I would like to speak with you." she smiles as she approach him.


Master Dassek

Visst could be found in the ship's m main garden, where he was there mediating as he often did when he needed to think to clear his mind. Around him was the life of the garden, and when Angel walked in.

He felt the conflict within her as she approached, disturbing the serene feeling of the garden around him rippling with the entry of new feelings.

His eyes opened as Angel began to speak. "what is troubling you Angel?"

His head held slightly to the right a his eyes slowly blinked.


Master Heartman

Angel takes an moment to gather her thought, "Seeing that fighter really made me realized what I wanted to do. Is there any way I can continue my training as an jedi pilot. I know I can be an pilot outside the jedi but am not sure if that's wise if we end up fighting against the Reich. The way the helmet works is almost like how an jedi is in tune with an fighter."


Master Dassek

"Angel, I made it clear that so long as you hold attachments, the jedi order will not teach you further techniques. It is a difficult decision to make. Last time you were sure before, are you still certain you have made the right choice. If you are, then perhaps you can meditate and learn to focus on what is around you. In doing so you may learn there are ways other than those the order teaches to feel in union with your craft"


Master Heartman

Angel takes the time to clear her mind from the surrounding and focus on what she wanted to say. “Master Visst, ever since I left the Jedi Order, I been seeking answer's for anything that made sense. Am not sure what I truly want and its making me feel wishy washy. I though I knew what I was doing when I left the Order. But seeing that Reich fighter brought back memories of being a jedi pilot. That memory brought back my dream and desires of being one with the force with an fighter I can call my own.”

She pauses to take a breath while she spoke from her heart. “I am confused with myself and with what a Jedi is cause of the way of my Master's teaching's. I know my attachment's don't effect my actions. When I was leading the slave revolt I did my best not to kill any Reich solders, I even mange to knocked down their towers without killing anyone. I was not to pleased about having to cut off an solders arm but it was necessarily to save an innocent life. The solider would had finished him off with the rock if I wouldn't have interfere, of course I should be saying slave and not solider, since the Psi was messing with my mind.”


Master Dassek

Visst nodded as she spoke it was something that he had found to be a difficult thing to determine. When two both important came into conflict with one another, it would sometimes be difficult to make a choice as tho which was more important. Letting her finish Visst paused, then took in a breath. "Master Heartman, it is important to know yourself. Take the time to get to know yourself, and to think about all the possible futures you could have, and then compare them. When you have finished doing that you will be ready to make a firm decision. Remember, you can always hold to your own morals above all else.


Master Heartman

Angel nodded her head as she listened to Visst. "I am not sure if I know what my own morals are anymore, I know I didn't really want to leave the Order and I am regretting my choose now. But before I ask if I can rejoin, your right i need to find myself and I need to make sure I know how to part with attachments. I see an long hard path in front of me but maybe by following it i will find my center self"


Master Dassek

Visst nodded. "Very true, Angel, you have always been a most able student. When you have come to a decision let me know either way please. You have nothing to worry about at all. I know that in the past you have worried about letting me down while making your decisions. That too is an attachment you will need to learn to let go. It will cloud your judgment."]]> <![CDATA[Insights in to Azgardian Warrior Jahdia]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=43 Mon, 15 Jul 2013 02:46:00 -0700 Akirapryde]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=43 Originally Posted: June 7th, 2012
Inside a Reich Prisoner of War Camp
Deep within Reich Space

Jahdai could feel his heart pounding in his chest. An night time air assault to a remote location in the Himalya mountain chain for the Company was mean to be nothing more than securing and establishing an LP/OP to support follow on operations deeper into the mountains. But the three platoons took contact the moment they touched down from nearly all sides. Bullets peppered the side of the mountain they landed on. Fortunately enemy contact was too far out for small arms laser fire. Nothing short of an armored vehicle laser would reach across mountain tops like this. But that didn't stop machine-guns or rocket propelled munitions from trying.

"All Cougar elements, this is Cougar 6, prepare to move to defensive positions as planned over." Came the Company Commander over the radio. Jahdai keyed his mic to respond. "Cougar 6, this is Renegade 6, good copy over." The other platoon leaders started sending in their confirmations to the Commander but Jahdai was already on the move. One look in the Platoon Sergeant's eyes told him he heard the Commander's orders and was on board. "We're getting ready to move, suppress enemy positions to the South and West only." They were only suppressing the South and West because they were moving from South to North. The last thing they needed was Soldiers running into friendly fire. The rest of the Company was to the East of them. "Gun team one will bound first with first squad, Shelton will set the team. Once he's set, second squad will begin bounding forward. Third squad and gun team two will only bound forward after gun team one opens fire. Liv will set gun team two!"

The NCOs gave various thumbs ups across the line from their fighting positions and Jahdai keyed in the Commander. "Cougar 6, this is Renegade 6, ready to move on your command over." There was a brief pause before the commander responded. "Renegade 6, this is Cougar 6, stand by over." That meant second platoon was in the process of bounding forward with the headquarters element while first and third platoon were providing them with cover fire. Meaning there would be a bit of down time. So he grabbed his fire support officer. "Senn, start plotting a target on that machine-gun nest. I want that machine-gun suppressed in 60 seconds!" The Soldier quickly pulled out a laser range finder and began making his calculations to call in over the fires net. "Novick, mark our location with the IR strobe every time we stop. I want to make sure we don't get murked by Jester if he's flying today!"

Novick's response was drowned out for Jahdai as the mic was keyed in. "Renegade 6, this is Cougar 6, move forward." A flick of the wrist and Jahdai was responding. "Cougar 6, this is Renegade 6, good copy over." He let go of the mic and threw his hand up in the air in a circular motion. "Shelton, bound forward!" Shelton immediately responded. "Roger, gun team one, on me!" The triage picked up and started sprinting forward to the next covered and concealed location. Jahdai himself exploded forward to move with them to the next position one hundred meters away. It seemed like an impossibly long distance however, it was one hundred meters practically straight up. Jahdai's legs were on fire by ten meters. How could he expect to make it to his defensive position in time...?

"Phuuuhhh!!!" Jahdai gasped as he violently awoke from his deep slumber. It was the kind of violent awakening that turned all your senses on to one hundred and ten percent and left your heart pounding. Something was out there, in the pitch black darkness that Jahdai's vision could not pierce. He could feel its presence some how. Moments later he would hear faint noises outside that sounded like footsteps and no less than two people interacting with the guard posted outside of solitary confinement. Two of the voices were familiar while the third was not. Moments later the room was flooded blinding light that caused Jahdai to recoil in pain. He instinctively jerked his head away but was unable to shield his eyes with his hands. They were pinned behind his back with handcuffs that were one click to tight around his wrist. Just enough to cause him to lose feeling in his fingers.

"Good morning Jedi..." A familiar voice sneered as his figure moved in front of the cell. Jedi was the nickname he had been given by his captors. They originally mistook him for a Jedi because someone misheard his comrades say his name, on multiple occasions actually, to the point where it finally stuck. That was a pleasant month before things finally 'cleared up'. "17 attempts, isn't it?" The voice baited in reference to his escape attempts. Jahdai responded to the question with a devilish grin and a simple reply. "18."]]> Originally Posted: June 7th, 2012
Inside a Reich Prisoner of War Camp
Deep within Reich Space

Jahdai could feel his heart pounding in his chest. An night time air assault to a remote location in the Himalya mountain chain for the Company was mean to be nothing more than securing and establishing an LP/OP to support follow on operations deeper into the mountains. But the three platoons took contact the moment they touched down from nearly all sides. Bullets peppered the side of the mountain they landed on. Fortunately enemy contact was too far out for small arms laser fire. Nothing short of an armored vehicle laser would reach across mountain tops like this. But that didn't stop machine-guns or rocket propelled munitions from trying.

"All Cougar elements, this is Cougar 6, prepare to move to defensive positions as planned over." Came the Company Commander over the radio. Jahdai keyed his mic to respond. "Cougar 6, this is Renegade 6, good copy over." The other platoon leaders started sending in their confirmations to the Commander but Jahdai was already on the move. One look in the Platoon Sergeant's eyes told him he heard the Commander's orders and was on board. "We're getting ready to move, suppress enemy positions to the South and West only." They were only suppressing the South and West because they were moving from South to North. The last thing they needed was Soldiers running into friendly fire. The rest of the Company was to the East of them. "Gun team one will bound first with first squad, Shelton will set the team. Once he's set, second squad will begin bounding forward. Third squad and gun team two will only bound forward after gun team one opens fire. Liv will set gun team two!"

The NCOs gave various thumbs ups across the line from their fighting positions and Jahdai keyed in the Commander. "Cougar 6, this is Renegade 6, ready to move on your command over." There was a brief pause before the commander responded. "Renegade 6, this is Cougar 6, stand by over." That meant second platoon was in the process of bounding forward with the headquarters element while first and third platoon were providing them with cover fire. Meaning there would be a bit of down time. So he grabbed his fire support officer. "Senn, start plotting a target on that machine-gun nest. I want that machine-gun suppressed in 60 seconds!" The Soldier quickly pulled out a laser range finder and began making his calculations to call in over the fires net. "Novick, mark our location with the IR strobe every time we stop. I want to make sure we don't get murked by Jester if he's flying today!"

Novick's response was drowned out for Jahdai as the mic was keyed in. "Renegade 6, this is Cougar 6, move forward." A flick of the wrist and Jahdai was responding. "Cougar 6, this is Renegade 6, good copy over." He let go of the mic and threw his hand up in the air in a circular motion. "Shelton, bound forward!" Shelton immediately responded. "Roger, gun team one, on me!" The triage picked up and started sprinting forward to the next covered and concealed location. Jahdai himself exploded forward to move with them to the next position one hundred meters away. It seemed like an impossibly long distance however, it was one hundred meters practically straight up. Jahdai's legs were on fire by ten meters. How could he expect to make it to his defensive position in time...?

"Phuuuhhh!!!" Jahdai gasped as he violently awoke from his deep slumber. It was the kind of violent awakening that turned all your senses on to one hundred and ten percent and left your heart pounding. Something was out there, in the pitch black darkness that Jahdai's vision could not pierce. He could feel its presence some how. Moments later he would hear faint noises outside that sounded like footsteps and no less than two people interacting with the guard posted outside of solitary confinement. Two of the voices were familiar while the third was not. Moments later the room was flooded blinding light that caused Jahdai to recoil in pain. He instinctively jerked his head away but was unable to shield his eyes with his hands. They were pinned behind his back with handcuffs that were one click to tight around his wrist. Just enough to cause him to lose feeling in his fingers.

"Good morning Jedi..." A familiar voice sneered as his figure moved in front of the cell. Jedi was the nickname he had been given by his captors. They originally mistook him for a Jedi because someone misheard his comrades say his name, on multiple occasions actually, to the point where it finally stuck. That was a pleasant month before things finally 'cleared up'. "17 attempts, isn't it?" The voice baited in reference to his escape attempts. Jahdai responded to the question with a devilish grin and a simple reply. "18."]]> <![CDATA[Jedi Master Visst Dassek and Warrior Senni Heartman]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=42 Mon, 15 Jul 2013 02:41:31 -0700 Akirapryde]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=42 OOC: Narrator Note: This Scene was played out in both online and finished at the Table. If you have questions please ask me.

Jedi Master Visst Dassek and Warrior Senni Heartman
Originally Posted: May 15th - 17th, 2012
Harsh Realities
Generation Ship Narshana
Inbound Leg, Three Days out of M'Haeli
Expansion Rim
November 5th, 1936

Scene Set Up
It has been one thousand nine hundred thirty six years since the fall of the Great Republic. Daz Murl has been working hard at getting some of the more larger governments to sign aboard his dream of rebuilding the Republic. It was not an easy task but it had to be done if the Galaxy as a whole would be able to survive the next major war. History has taught the Galaxy so far that since the great fall there had been no less than two hundred wars that included three or more major governments and a number of lesser governments. These wars lasted between twenty and more years. The last great war fought was between the Reich on one side and the Free Worlds' Council and her allies on the other. During this war, the Varl and the Dorin used the war to expand their own territories by invading their neighbors. Those three separate wars lasted for seventy years longer for others. The level of destruction was nothing compared to the wars of earlier years. Still they took their tolls on all of the waring factions. Now, it was up to Daz to prepare the Galaxy once more for conflict or attempt to avoid it all together. And for once, Visst set there grateful that he was not part of it.

He set there in the garden listening to Senni. These sessions were part of the healing for both her mind and her spirit. He looked at the once proud warrior laying in the grass looking up at the stars passing by. She had stopped talking for about twenty minutes. He all too well knew what was going on in her mind. Being this close to someone, listening to her for so long, he knew in his heart that she was once more dealing with the 'voices' of Jedi Investigators long dead. He felt anger over what happened to her. When he came to this universe he knew that there were a lot of things about this Jedi Order that he didn't like. However, this one thing drove his deeper routed emotions. They had gotten in to her mind and twisted it while at the same time bending her reality to suite their own ends. It was a practice that was common among Jedi Investigators to extract information. The practice was endorsed by the council and even had a special set of skills that one could learn to prefect it. He never had a chance to really look in to the practice before the events of Hoth occurred which led them to found themselves here. But now that the long term effects were so up close and personal to him, the emotions stirred where simply put, very deep and very strong. It was most likely the only thing in his entire life he truly felt such anger over. He knew how to control his emotions and not let them control him. Still he had emotions, he was after all, alive.


Master Dassek

His eyes slowly scanned her face as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her eyes were open and fixed to the clear steal windows of the garden. Her emotions were open to him as he felt her pain. The struggle between reality and what the damaged parts of her mind would like her to believe is reality. “Senni, they are speaking to you again?”


Warrior Senni
“Yes Master Visst” she replied without changing what she was looking at. “They are telling me that you know a secret that would answer my prayers” she added.


Master Dassek

Confused by the statement, he inquired “what secret is that?”


Warrior Senni

She turned her head to look at him while a fresh set of tears dripped down her face, “How to keep me from dying. By you will not help me. You will let me die. That is what they say. And because of this, I should kill you.” There was clear sadness in her voice as she expressed what was on her mind. Unlike other races, Azgardian Warriors like Senni were designed for combat. Everything about their bodies are focused on this single task, combat. They do not reproduce like other races. Warriors like Senni, Talon and Birgr were grown in a test tube and raised in a birthing chamber. They are the apex of genetic perfection with one flaw. While there are those few warriors who do have a mother and a father and are birthed more traditionally, True Born Warriors like Senni are born sterile. This was done because their bodies can not handle carrying a child to term. The act of sexual reproduction, to nearly all True Births was seen as taboo and not done. However Senni had gotten her self pregnant somehow. Now the child was eating away at her body while it grows. It was a death sentence that she was unwilling to avoid to save her child. Before she was all too willing to lay down her life for her child. Lately as her condition slowly started to worsen, she has been confiding in Visst regarding her desires to live. She questioned why she should have to die to choose the life of her child.


Master Dassek

Visst would nod at her informing him of what the hallucinations were telling her. He still could not be sure that she was convinced that they were what she had been told. He could not blame her for that, and was glad that she was making progress.

"As always I assure you that I know of no such way. I am true to the belief that life is sacred. You seem troubled though. Have you been thinking again on the weight of the choice that is rapidly approaching?"

He would wait for her to answer though it was clear to him that she had been. "It is your choice to make, and I will not blame you either way you choose. Though it might help you to make your decision if you speak with me about why it is you chose what you did, as well s what you have realized since then that has caused you to become uncertain. So to start, why did you choose your child's life over your own when it first was unnecessary to choose?"
His three fingers interwove as he sat down awaiting a reply.


Warrior Senni

Shifting her eyes around the view high above her head for a moment, Senni closed her eyes to wash away the tears that have swelled up. “It has already been too late. My death is assured. I have spoken with Dr. Spoonie. Weeks ago, that moment passed when I could change my mind. I knew the very moment down to the hour in which it would come. I locked myself in my quarters and ordered one of the immortals to release me twenty four hours later. I told her, not a moment before.” She paused as the tears continued to roll down her cheeks. “I tried so hard to escape as the moment closed. I don't understand. I had faced death before. Oh how it was glorious. I remembered smelling the sweat, blood and flames on the morning breeze.” She paused in that moment once more as if captured by the memory of that battle so long ago.

Taking in a deep breath she vocalized her feelings the way many Azgardians do. “Death” she said in almost a whisper. “A radiant smile greets my gaze, through the early morning haze. My eyes blink, first one, then two, as I catch a glimpse of you. Your face I’ve seen often times before; Sometimes in slumber, sometimes riding the fields where once battles raged. Now, bodies lie waiting with spirits' dreams undone, all waiting for Valkyries' morning run. I turn and saw the morning sun as I whisper goodbye, is this a tear I feel in my eye? Excitement passes and heartbeats slow, and slowly adrenaline ceases to flow. A look of calm, and relief. I see as once again, you smile at me. Greet me Death and take me home.” She allowed her voice to trail off as the emotions fade.

“I have never been afraid of death. Still I do not fear death. I welcome it to return me home. I can not explain this....these emotions.” she paused once more to gather her thoughts. “Why should I have to choose between my life and the life of my child?” she sat up as she turned to look at him. “What sense is there to this death? I die so that my child will live without a mother to love him. He dies so that I shall live to regret losing him.” She looked down once more, “I read...um....each morning” she says almost changing her intended statement in mid sentence. A fact that didn't go unnoticed by Visst. “I wonder what he will be like.” her statement was truthful but not the foremost thought on her mind. “I don't understand why I have to choose when....” Once more she caught herself in mid sentence. She laid back down in an attempt to regain control over her thoughts before her voice betrayed something that weighed heavy on her mind. She seemed to be contempt with just looking up at the stars as her tears slowly stopped flowing.

“I will never know my son” she said softly than paused before continuing. “Because I loved a man so much to betray the law of my people.” Taking in a deep breath of defeat she finished her statement. “I choose that I shall be sentenced to death for my crime. So that my son will live.” She finally said after a while of thinking to herself. Her pain and emotions were both clearly visible on her face and heard in her voice.]]> OOC: Narrator Note: This Scene was played out in both online and finished at the Table. If you have questions please ask me.

Jedi Master Visst Dassek and Warrior Senni Heartman
Originally Posted: May 15th - 17th, 2012
Harsh Realities
Generation Ship Narshana
Inbound Leg, Three Days out of M'Haeli
Expansion Rim
November 5th, 1936

Scene Set Up
It has been one thousand nine hundred thirty six years since the fall of the Great Republic. Daz Murl has been working hard at getting some of the more larger governments to sign aboard his dream of rebuilding the Republic. It was not an easy task but it had to be done if the Galaxy as a whole would be able to survive the next major war. History has taught the Galaxy so far that since the great fall there had been no less than two hundred wars that included three or more major governments and a number of lesser governments. These wars lasted between twenty and more years. The last great war fought was between the Reich on one side and the Free Worlds' Council and her allies on the other. During this war, the Varl and the Dorin used the war to expand their own territories by invading their neighbors. Those three separate wars lasted for seventy years longer for others. The level of destruction was nothing compared to the wars of earlier years. Still they took their tolls on all of the waring factions. Now, it was up to Daz to prepare the Galaxy once more for conflict or attempt to avoid it all together. And for once, Visst set there grateful that he was not part of it.

He set there in the garden listening to Senni. These sessions were part of the healing for both her mind and her spirit. He looked at the once proud warrior laying in the grass looking up at the stars passing by. She had stopped talking for about twenty minutes. He all too well knew what was going on in her mind. Being this close to someone, listening to her for so long, he knew in his heart that she was once more dealing with the 'voices' of Jedi Investigators long dead. He felt anger over what happened to her. When he came to this universe he knew that there were a lot of things about this Jedi Order that he didn't like. However, this one thing drove his deeper routed emotions. They had gotten in to her mind and twisted it while at the same time bending her reality to suite their own ends. It was a practice that was common among Jedi Investigators to extract information. The practice was endorsed by the council and even had a special set of skills that one could learn to prefect it. He never had a chance to really look in to the practice before the events of Hoth occurred which led them to found themselves here. But now that the long term effects were so up close and personal to him, the emotions stirred where simply put, very deep and very strong. It was most likely the only thing in his entire life he truly felt such anger over. He knew how to control his emotions and not let them control him. Still he had emotions, he was after all, alive.


Master Dassek

His eyes slowly scanned her face as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her eyes were open and fixed to the clear steal windows of the garden. Her emotions were open to him as he felt her pain. The struggle between reality and what the damaged parts of her mind would like her to believe is reality. “Senni, they are speaking to you again?”


Warrior Senni
“Yes Master Visst” she replied without changing what she was looking at. “They are telling me that you know a secret that would answer my prayers” she added.


Master Dassek

Confused by the statement, he inquired “what secret is that?”


Warrior Senni

She turned her head to look at him while a fresh set of tears dripped down her face, “How to keep me from dying. By you will not help me. You will let me die. That is what they say. And because of this, I should kill you.” There was clear sadness in her voice as she expressed what was on her mind. Unlike other races, Azgardian Warriors like Senni were designed for combat. Everything about their bodies are focused on this single task, combat. They do not reproduce like other races. Warriors like Senni, Talon and Birgr were grown in a test tube and raised in a birthing chamber. They are the apex of genetic perfection with one flaw. While there are those few warriors who do have a mother and a father and are birthed more traditionally, True Born Warriors like Senni are born sterile. This was done because their bodies can not handle carrying a child to term. The act of sexual reproduction, to nearly all True Births was seen as taboo and not done. However Senni had gotten her self pregnant somehow. Now the child was eating away at her body while it grows. It was a death sentence that she was unwilling to avoid to save her child. Before she was all too willing to lay down her life for her child. Lately as her condition slowly started to worsen, she has been confiding in Visst regarding her desires to live. She questioned why she should have to die to choose the life of her child.


Master Dassek

Visst would nod at her informing him of what the hallucinations were telling her. He still could not be sure that she was convinced that they were what she had been told. He could not blame her for that, and was glad that she was making progress.

"As always I assure you that I know of no such way. I am true to the belief that life is sacred. You seem troubled though. Have you been thinking again on the weight of the choice that is rapidly approaching?"

He would wait for her to answer though it was clear to him that she had been. "It is your choice to make, and I will not blame you either way you choose. Though it might help you to make your decision if you speak with me about why it is you chose what you did, as well s what you have realized since then that has caused you to become uncertain. So to start, why did you choose your child's life over your own when it first was unnecessary to choose?"
His three fingers interwove as he sat down awaiting a reply.


Warrior Senni

Shifting her eyes around the view high above her head for a moment, Senni closed her eyes to wash away the tears that have swelled up. “It has already been too late. My death is assured. I have spoken with Dr. Spoonie. Weeks ago, that moment passed when I could change my mind. I knew the very moment down to the hour in which it would come. I locked myself in my quarters and ordered one of the immortals to release me twenty four hours later. I told her, not a moment before.” She paused as the tears continued to roll down her cheeks. “I tried so hard to escape as the moment closed. I don't understand. I had faced death before. Oh how it was glorious. I remembered smelling the sweat, blood and flames on the morning breeze.” She paused in that moment once more as if captured by the memory of that battle so long ago.

Taking in a deep breath she vocalized her feelings the way many Azgardians do. “Death” she said in almost a whisper. “A radiant smile greets my gaze, through the early morning haze. My eyes blink, first one, then two, as I catch a glimpse of you. Your face I’ve seen often times before; Sometimes in slumber, sometimes riding the fields where once battles raged. Now, bodies lie waiting with spirits' dreams undone, all waiting for Valkyries' morning run. I turn and saw the morning sun as I whisper goodbye, is this a tear I feel in my eye? Excitement passes and heartbeats slow, and slowly adrenaline ceases to flow. A look of calm, and relief. I see as once again, you smile at me. Greet me Death and take me home.” She allowed her voice to trail off as the emotions fade.

“I have never been afraid of death. Still I do not fear death. I welcome it to return me home. I can not explain this....these emotions.” she paused once more to gather her thoughts. “Why should I have to choose between my life and the life of my child?” she sat up as she turned to look at him. “What sense is there to this death? I die so that my child will live without a mother to love him. He dies so that I shall live to regret losing him.” She looked down once more, “I read...um....each morning” she says almost changing her intended statement in mid sentence. A fact that didn't go unnoticed by Visst. “I wonder what he will be like.” her statement was truthful but not the foremost thought on her mind. “I don't understand why I have to choose when....” Once more she caught herself in mid sentence. She laid back down in an attempt to regain control over her thoughts before her voice betrayed something that weighed heavy on her mind. She seemed to be contempt with just looking up at the stars as her tears slowly stopped flowing.

“I will never know my son” she said softly than paused before continuing. “Because I loved a man so much to betray the law of my people.” Taking in a deep breath of defeat she finished her statement. “I choose that I shall be sentenced to death for my crime. So that my son will live.” She finally said after a while of thinking to herself. Her pain and emotions were both clearly visible on her face and heard in her voice.]]> <![CDATA[Jedi Master Heartman, Commander Birgr Heartman, Ashla Shyrne and Captain Ogon Koo'Lak]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=40 Sat, 13 Jul 2013 17:43:21 -0700 Akirapryde]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=40 Originally Posted: March 5 - 31, 2012
En-route to Colonial World of Weishu (Free Space Between The Reich and Shana'duna Republic)
Aboard the Azgardian Assault Shuttle
Traveling through Reich Space
October 10th, 1936

Master Heartman

Angel looks at Birgr as she thinks. "Master Visst gave me his blessing, that am free to leave the order and pursue my path." She picks up Birgr sword that he had lend to her.

She studies Bigir sword for a moment getting a feel for it since she never used an Asgard sword before. "I am wondering how we're going to do this without harming the others, or damaging the ship." She smiles at up him. as she stands up.


Commander Birgr

Birgr looks up to see Angel smiling back at him. He returns the smile as he stands. "Very carefully." He draws the axe. He was looking forward to this. The excitement was almost too much.


Ashla: to Captain Koo'Lak

Twitching a little at the love in the air Ashla watched the two lovebirds spar. She would need to ask Birgr if he would be willing to teach her unarmed combat.

Looking to Ogon to give those two some time she contemplated something. "Ogon, what does Carissa want with our blood? I never did get to ask her."


Master Heartman

Angel nods as she takes an step toward the center but keeps away from the others on the ship. She finger if they keep in the center they should be fine. She moves the sword thew the air a bit feeling the difference. She takes a step toward Birgr as she swings. Hoping he was ready.


Captain Koo'Lak: to Ashla

Ogon continued tinkering with his suit. "Near as I can tell, she wants to set up a genetic catalog of our group. As to the reason why, she wouldn't say, so all I have is my own speculations."


Ashla: to Captain Koo'Lak

Sighs. "Look I am not a fan of run around, I deal with enough of that when I am hunting to want to deal with it at home. I am honestly, right now, not willing to give something of myself over to the Azgard who are notorious for keeping to themselves. However I would appreciate if you could tell me anything you might think or know about it."

Ashla was trying to be patient with them, after all she needed to show them that they could respect her...and well after last night she knew she had a long long way forward to that end.


Commander Birgr

Birgr decided to try his new disarming technique, as he deflected the attack. Unfortunately, he messed up his footing a little, leaving him unbalanced and prone to being disarmed himself, with his failed attempt.


Master Heartman

Angel smiled as she brought the sword around ignoring the opening to disarm him. "You know, I used to spar with my sister all the time" she said as she dropped spinning around and kicking out her leg catching his forward leg. The unexpected attack knocked him further off balance and caused him to crash backyards to the deck. She spun the sword around once more over her head in a clear sign that she was learning very fast. Her follow up attack with both hands hammered this fact home as it came down just inches from manhood striking the deck with sparks.

With a smile on her face looking deep in to his eyes as the sword rested just inches from his manhood, "Tell me. Would you love me?" she asked then added, "would you die for me?" while there was a smile on her face, her tone told Birgr that she was serious. The only thought that crossed his mind was, what deeper love for any Azgardian to have than to die for the one they loved. Then as if to answer the question on his face she finished with, "I would, without a second thought and within the last beating of my heart."


Commander Birgr

Birgr was slightly stunned. He didn't expect her to pull off such an amazing maneuver...just one more reason to love her.

He decided to take advantage of the position of his legs and swept her feet from beneath her, allowing her to fall on top of him. Before her landed, he spun her, so that she was on her back, beneath him, and they were staring face to face.

He looked intently in her eyes. "Of course I would." He leaned for a kiss.


Master Heartman

Angel thinks for a moment, taking in her relationship with Birgr. She watches him lean in for the kiss. Her mind races with emotions that before seemed so unreachable. Caught in the moment her face blushes as her lips touches his.


Commander Birgr

Birgr only let himself get lost in the moment for a brief second. He decided to take advantage of the fact that she was distracted and used his knee against her stomach to hoist himself back up. He swung the axe and let it strike next to her head.

"Death is a last resort, though. We are too valuable to each other, as well as the group, to loose our focus while on the battlefield. Especially, because the other is on the field."


Master Heartman

She smiled at the clever sneak attack which did catch her by surprise. "Remember my beloved, to die in service of Azgard is a great honor." she said softy quoting Azgardian lore. She continued, "Seconded only by allowing our enemies to die before the might of Azgard herself."

There were many things that Angel knew well. She knew about being a Jedi. She knew well about being a Jedi Pilot. However one thing she didn't know that well was being an Azgardian warrior. It was one of her most deepest fears and something she worried would drive him away. Looking deep in to his eyes, she continued to smile hoping he would not notice her leg carefully inching its way up between his. Along with her fears, she felt on a great scale. Being compared to great Azgardian female warriors like her sister Talon and his best friend Senni. 'how could I measure up to those two in his eyes' her doubt gave away her intentions.

Once her leg was in place, she attempted her move and failed horribly. With an added advantage he easily dodged her foolish attack. It was something clearly no other Azgardians would have tried. "um, yeah" was all she could get out as her attack left her open to his next attack. 'At least I can't fall back on to the ground' she thought as she rested her back on the deck of the shuttle in defeat.


Commander Birgr

Birgr chuckled to himself at her failed attack. It was a good move, but poorly executed. He decided to refrain from the open attack, as it looked at though she was accepting defeat. This was mildly disappointing; he was hoping for a longer fight. He rested the axe on his shoulder and allowed her to get up.

"I win the first round." He smirked with a sparkle in his eye.


Master Heartman

Lifting her head off the deck, she grinned a bit as she looks in to his eyes. 'winning?' she thought almost pleasantly, 'that's not how it looks from where I lay.' She knew that in the ways of Azgard, winning was more defined than simply winning the battle. She knew that she could never beat him without relying on the Force. However that was not going to stop her. Not here, not now, not ever.

"I suppose you did." she slowly started to stir then kicked her feet out once more as she lunched herself in to the air with her hands. Once more her move was flawless, and reflected her close relationship with her sister Talon. He should have seen something like this coming. A mistake that he would not make again. Only one word came to mind as she performed her move, clever! Her feet landed squire on his chest and with the force of her entire body in motioned the blow sent him flying backwards. The blow nearly toppled him over, however his genetically advanced reflexes were able to keep him upright. However it did knock him back enough that she was able to get back to her feet once more.

Her grin grew fully in to a smile, "You won a single battle, Warlord. The war is far from over" she said quoting a Azgardian warrior's poem about love, battles and the afterlife. "I shall fight till the last of my breath, and deny in defeat my very death." The last words were the ending of the very poem she quoted. He knew the poem well. The poem was about a pair of lovers who were leaders of opposing factions in a war. As the war raged, their love grew till neither could no longer deny it.

She moved his sword around in her hands once more as she readied for the second round. "Come Warlord, claim your prize!" her playfulness matched the look in her eyes as her smile beckoned him in to her trap.


Commander Birgr

Birgr was impressed. He decided that he needed to keep a closer eye on what she does, because she kept throwing unexpected maneuvers at him. He quickly thought of what to do next. He didn't want to jump right in and try another disarm attempt, that would be predictable. He decided to use the hooked shape of the axe to its fullest potential. He swept in low, intentionally over-extending the blow slightly; just enough to be able to hook her heel. With a mighty pull, he lifted her leg high into the air, and she was once again on the floor.

"You enjoy being on your back, don't you?" He taunted as he winked at her.


Master Heartman

Angel smirks at him. "Not, as much as your going to enjoy it." She tries to moves her leg to hook her foot around his leg, him fall back onto his back. But her attempt ended up fails when he avoids her leg easily. She thinks for a moment knowing she needed to come up with something more creative. "Err that didn't go as well as i plan it would." She says rolls her body moving it to the right as she watching him looking out for the next attack.


Commander Birgr

Birgr laughed out loud as he dodged her predictable attack. As soon as she started to recover, he stomped her in the stomach...really hard. He didn't gold back because it was not the Azgardian way. How else is he going to know she is as worthy ad he hoped her to be.

He let her catch her breath as he allowed her to stand again. "And round two is also mine."

He stood with his back to her, ready for whatever attack she may bring.

None of that was going to let him stop him from being as awesome as he was.


Master Heartman

Angel tilts her head as she looked at Birgr's back as a grin crosses her face. She felt aching all overing her body. As she decided she was going to let him attack first. But first she needed him to turn around. She looks down at the ground and picks up an small pack. She smiles as she moves her arm back and chucks the pack hitting him in the back off the head. It didn't do any damage but it did cause a satisfying grunt from him. She takes a step back waiting for his next action.


Commander Birgr

Birgr rubbed the back of his head. That was a bit unexpected, but ineffective; however, it was still rather cute. He swiftly spun around and went for the weapon. He cursed at himself for not only mucking up the technique, but also for failing to disarm her. 'You are too damned excited, Birgr' he thought to himself as he prepared for her attack.


Master Heartman

Angel moves into an defense position. She was allowing him to make the next move. As she shifts her body to conceal her actions. She then moves her hand over a pouch. She drops her marbles towards his direction as she then comes forward and swings at him.]]> Originally Posted: March 5 - 31, 2012
En-route to Colonial World of Weishu (Free Space Between The Reich and Shana'duna Republic)
Aboard the Azgardian Assault Shuttle
Traveling through Reich Space
October 10th, 1936

Master Heartman

Angel looks at Birgr as she thinks. "Master Visst gave me his blessing, that am free to leave the order and pursue my path." She picks up Birgr sword that he had lend to her.

She studies Bigir sword for a moment getting a feel for it since she never used an Asgard sword before. "I am wondering how we're going to do this without harming the others, or damaging the ship." She smiles at up him. as she stands up.


Commander Birgr

Birgr looks up to see Angel smiling back at him. He returns the smile as he stands. "Very carefully." He draws the axe. He was looking forward to this. The excitement was almost too much.


Ashla: to Captain Koo'Lak

Twitching a little at the love in the air Ashla watched the two lovebirds spar. She would need to ask Birgr if he would be willing to teach her unarmed combat.

Looking to Ogon to give those two some time she contemplated something. "Ogon, what does Carissa want with our blood? I never did get to ask her."


Master Heartman

Angel nods as she takes an step toward the center but keeps away from the others on the ship. She finger if they keep in the center they should be fine. She moves the sword thew the air a bit feeling the difference. She takes a step toward Birgr as she swings. Hoping he was ready.


Captain Koo'Lak: to Ashla

Ogon continued tinkering with his suit. "Near as I can tell, she wants to set up a genetic catalog of our group. As to the reason why, she wouldn't say, so all I have is my own speculations."


Ashla: to Captain Koo'Lak

Sighs. "Look I am not a fan of run around, I deal with enough of that when I am hunting to want to deal with it at home. I am honestly, right now, not willing to give something of myself over to the Azgard who are notorious for keeping to themselves. However I would appreciate if you could tell me anything you might think or know about it."

Ashla was trying to be patient with them, after all she needed to show them that they could respect her...and well after last night she knew she had a long long way forward to that end.


Commander Birgr

Birgr decided to try his new disarming technique, as he deflected the attack. Unfortunately, he messed up his footing a little, leaving him unbalanced and prone to being disarmed himself, with his failed attempt.


Master Heartman

Angel smiled as she brought the sword around ignoring the opening to disarm him. "You know, I used to spar with my sister all the time" she said as she dropped spinning around and kicking out her leg catching his forward leg. The unexpected attack knocked him further off balance and caused him to crash backyards to the deck. She spun the sword around once more over her head in a clear sign that she was learning very fast. Her follow up attack with both hands hammered this fact home as it came down just inches from manhood striking the deck with sparks.

With a smile on her face looking deep in to his eyes as the sword rested just inches from his manhood, "Tell me. Would you love me?" she asked then added, "would you die for me?" while there was a smile on her face, her tone told Birgr that she was serious. The only thought that crossed his mind was, what deeper love for any Azgardian to have than to die for the one they loved. Then as if to answer the question on his face she finished with, "I would, without a second thought and within the last beating of my heart."


Commander Birgr

Birgr was slightly stunned. He didn't expect her to pull off such an amazing maneuver...just one more reason to love her.

He decided to take advantage of the position of his legs and swept her feet from beneath her, allowing her to fall on top of him. Before her landed, he spun her, so that she was on her back, beneath him, and they were staring face to face.

He looked intently in her eyes. "Of course I would." He leaned for a kiss.


Master Heartman

Angel thinks for a moment, taking in her relationship with Birgr. She watches him lean in for the kiss. Her mind races with emotions that before seemed so unreachable. Caught in the moment her face blushes as her lips touches his.


Commander Birgr

Birgr only let himself get lost in the moment for a brief second. He decided to take advantage of the fact that she was distracted and used his knee against her stomach to hoist himself back up. He swung the axe and let it strike next to her head.

"Death is a last resort, though. We are too valuable to each other, as well as the group, to loose our focus while on the battlefield. Especially, because the other is on the field."


Master Heartman

She smiled at the clever sneak attack which did catch her by surprise. "Remember my beloved, to die in service of Azgard is a great honor." she said softy quoting Azgardian lore. She continued, "Seconded only by allowing our enemies to die before the might of Azgard herself."

There were many things that Angel knew well. She knew about being a Jedi. She knew well about being a Jedi Pilot. However one thing she didn't know that well was being an Azgardian warrior. It was one of her most deepest fears and something she worried would drive him away. Looking deep in to his eyes, she continued to smile hoping he would not notice her leg carefully inching its way up between his. Along with her fears, she felt on a great scale. Being compared to great Azgardian female warriors like her sister Talon and his best friend Senni. 'how could I measure up to those two in his eyes' her doubt gave away her intentions.

Once her leg was in place, she attempted her move and failed horribly. With an added advantage he easily dodged her foolish attack. It was something clearly no other Azgardians would have tried. "um, yeah" was all she could get out as her attack left her open to his next attack. 'At least I can't fall back on to the ground' she thought as she rested her back on the deck of the shuttle in defeat.


Commander Birgr

Birgr chuckled to himself at her failed attack. It was a good move, but poorly executed. He decided to refrain from the open attack, as it looked at though she was accepting defeat. This was mildly disappointing; he was hoping for a longer fight. He rested the axe on his shoulder and allowed her to get up.

"I win the first round." He smirked with a sparkle in his eye.


Master Heartman

Lifting her head off the deck, she grinned a bit as she looks in to his eyes. 'winning?' she thought almost pleasantly, 'that's not how it looks from where I lay.' She knew that in the ways of Azgard, winning was more defined than simply winning the battle. She knew that she could never beat him without relying on the Force. However that was not going to stop her. Not here, not now, not ever.

"I suppose you did." she slowly started to stir then kicked her feet out once more as she lunched herself in to the air with her hands. Once more her move was flawless, and reflected her close relationship with her sister Talon. He should have seen something like this coming. A mistake that he would not make again. Only one word came to mind as she performed her move, clever! Her feet landed squire on his chest and with the force of her entire body in motioned the blow sent him flying backwards. The blow nearly toppled him over, however his genetically advanced reflexes were able to keep him upright. However it did knock him back enough that she was able to get back to her feet once more.

Her grin grew fully in to a smile, "You won a single battle, Warlord. The war is far from over" she said quoting a Azgardian warrior's poem about love, battles and the afterlife. "I shall fight till the last of my breath, and deny in defeat my very death." The last words were the ending of the very poem she quoted. He knew the poem well. The poem was about a pair of lovers who were leaders of opposing factions in a war. As the war raged, their love grew till neither could no longer deny it.

She moved his sword around in her hands once more as she readied for the second round. "Come Warlord, claim your prize!" her playfulness matched the look in her eyes as her smile beckoned him in to her trap.


Commander Birgr

Birgr was impressed. He decided that he needed to keep a closer eye on what she does, because she kept throwing unexpected maneuvers at him. He quickly thought of what to do next. He didn't want to jump right in and try another disarm attempt, that would be predictable. He decided to use the hooked shape of the axe to its fullest potential. He swept in low, intentionally over-extending the blow slightly; just enough to be able to hook her heel. With a mighty pull, he lifted her leg high into the air, and she was once again on the floor.

"You enjoy being on your back, don't you?" He taunted as he winked at her.


Master Heartman

Angel smirks at him. "Not, as much as your going to enjoy it." She tries to moves her leg to hook her foot around his leg, him fall back onto his back. But her attempt ended up fails when he avoids her leg easily. She thinks for a moment knowing she needed to come up with something more creative. "Err that didn't go as well as i plan it would." She says rolls her body moving it to the right as she watching him looking out for the next attack.


Commander Birgr

Birgr laughed out loud as he dodged her predictable attack. As soon as she started to recover, he stomped her in the stomach...really hard. He didn't gold back because it was not the Azgardian way. How else is he going to know she is as worthy ad he hoped her to be.

He let her catch her breath as he allowed her to stand again. "And round two is also mine."

He stood with his back to her, ready for whatever attack she may bring.

None of that was going to let him stop him from being as awesome as he was.


Master Heartman

Angel tilts her head as she looked at Birgr's back as a grin crosses her face. She felt aching all overing her body. As she decided she was going to let him attack first. But first she needed him to turn around. She looks down at the ground and picks up an small pack. She smiles as she moves her arm back and chucks the pack hitting him in the back off the head. It didn't do any damage but it did cause a satisfying grunt from him. She takes a step back waiting for his next action.


Commander Birgr

Birgr rubbed the back of his head. That was a bit unexpected, but ineffective; however, it was still rather cute. He swiftly spun around and went for the weapon. He cursed at himself for not only mucking up the technique, but also for failing to disarm her. 'You are too damned excited, Birgr' he thought to himself as he prepared for her attack.


Master Heartman

Angel moves into an defense position. She was allowing him to make the next move. As she shifts her body to conceal her actions. She then moves her hand over a pouch. She drops her marbles towards his direction as she then comes forward and swings at him.]]> <![CDATA[Commander Birgr Heartman and Jedi Master Angelique Heartman (Part Three)]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=38 Fri, 12 Jul 2013 06:52:20 -0700 Akirapryde]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=38 Back To Mearisa
Originally Posted: March 1 - 3, 2012
Azgardian Assault Shuttle
In route To the Core World of Mearisa
October 3rd, 1936

Commander Birgr

Birgr had a lot on his mind. The recent event had really stirred him up. Not only did he believe some illusion, but for the first time ever, he had felt the anger and hate around. He had never been force sensitive before, why all of a sudden did he feel it now? It didn't make sense.

There was another issue at hand. Something Daz had said, which almost landed Brigr's fist in Daz's face; however, it may ring some truth: The Immortals may be questioning Birgr's leadership. Birgr had noticed that there has been a slight reluctance in their actions. He wondered if his defense of Junior Birgr had anything to do with it. All the Azgardians wanted to rip him from Senni's womb, but Birgr alone had felt that he deserved to live.

The last thing on his mind was anything to do with Angel. He sat hunched over, elbows on his knees and resting his chin on his clasped hands as Angel approached.


Master Heartman

Angel's mind ran though the events that happen. She couldn't believed she was tricked so easily, she though she had a stronger focus against mind trick. Guess she needed more training herself. She approach Birgir whom seem not to have noticed she was standing there yet. She was very grateful that he had saved her and Swips live.

She looks at him then decides to speak up. " You really save our lives back there, if it wasn't for you we would had been space. Thank you. " She smiled at him as her arm flinch for a moment. As she though for a moment about embracing him in a hug. She held herself together wondering if it was a good time or not.


Commander Birgr

Birgr did not feel like a hero in the slightest. If it hadn't been for Daz bringing it to his attention, they would have seen space. Without looking up at her he said, "I was just as tricked as you. I saw an elevator. If Daz hadn't snapped me out of it..." He let his voice trail off. He didn't like the thought of what could have been. If only he had been more focused.


Master Heartman

Angel thought for an moment, she looked confuse. From what she remembered, Daz hadn't been there when they got out of the air lock. "I didn't see Daz, how did he help you snap out of it?" She wonder if Daz had used a word though the force to snap him out of the mind trick.


Commander Birgr

"I heard his voice tell me to override the airlock. That's when I saw that it was not an elevator, but indeed an airlock." Birgr looked up at her with a slight smirk. "I can only assume that it has to do with that weird voodoo shit." He was hoping to lighten the mood some, especially with himself.


Master Heartman

Angel wonder how Daz manage to get out an sentence. She made an metal note to ask Daz about it later. She laughs a bit. "Yeah that's definitely sound like weird voodoo shit." She thought for an moment smiling remembering something. "Hey remember the time we spent together on Ka-Riss-Ah, when we used to train together in one of the training rooms. Maybe we both need to get back to training together when we can." She knew she needed more training and was willing to help Birgir as well.


Commander Birgr

Birgr looked at a little puzzled by the change in subject. "Do you have something other than your saber to train with? I would like to train with my axe but your weapon will destroy it."


Master Heartman

Angel thought about the weapons she had on her. She laughs a bit, the only weapon she had on her that would work and not destroy his ax was her knife. "I have a knife. Maybe when we get back I see if I can find someone who sells weapons on the ship. Or what till the next planet."


Commander Birgr

Birgr chuckled a little. "I guess we will have to wait but I would certainly love to spar with you anytime." He knew there had to be another reason she wanted to chat right now but decided to wait until she brought it up.


Master Heartman

Angel blushes a bit. Her mind was on there convention earlier. She really need to talk to Visst about her belief's and following Master Falynn's teachings.

She thought for a moment to gather her thought's "Earlier I mention about us having an relationship without having to worried about attachments. If we do it this way we must tread very carefully about it, for this path can make us blind if we get caught up into it."

She looks into his eyes "What are you thoughts about this?"


Commander Birgr

'Aha!' Birgr thought to himself, 'This is what it is about.' He recollected the conversation in his mind again. There was something about how Ogon said it that made it all make more sense.

"It seems similar to the ideal of making sure I put no warrior above another. If this is true, then that is what I was going to try to do all along. As long as we don't do anything stupid, we should be fine." His brow was wrinkled as he tried to sort out his thoughts.


Master Heartman

Angel nods in agreement as she listens to Birgir. "I just hope that Master Visst understands. I know I may be asked to leave the order, because of my desire to follow my own path."


Commander Birgr

"I hope it doesn't come to that, but ultimately, it is your choice." Birgr leaned back and stretched, feeling a bit more at ease about this whole situation. "Well...are you going to kiss me or do I have to steal it again?" He winked as he smirked at her


Master Heartman

Angel nodded as she blushes slightly, having trouble thinking at the moment. She then step's forward leaning in as she kisses Birgr on his lips.


Commander Birgr

Birgr was only mildly surprised that she kissed him so he welcomed it fully. This time was different; probably because last time his mind was so scrambled he had no idea what was going on. This time he could focus on just the two of them and it made the moment that much better.

After a little while, he pulled her slightly away and looked into her eyes as he smiled. "I think we will be just fine."


Master Heartman

Angel smiles embracing Birgr in her arms, as she wraps her arms around his body, holding him enjoying the embrace for a moment before she drops her arms. "I think your right we will be just fine" she said smiling back at him.


Commander Birgr

Birgr held her in his arms for a while. It felt good and relaxing. He needed to relax before taking on this mission.

"Alright, sweetheart, I have to get my suit on so we can complete this mission. That's what I have to keep remembering...the mission comes first. We can spend some time when we get back."

For the first time since they had landed on Fra, Birgr's mind was at ease. He felt focused and ready to take on whatever lay in store for him.]]> Back To Mearisa
Originally Posted: March 1 - 3, 2012
Azgardian Assault Shuttle
In route To the Core World of Mearisa
October 3rd, 1936

Commander Birgr

Birgr had a lot on his mind. The recent event had really stirred him up. Not only did he believe some illusion, but for the first time ever, he had felt the anger and hate around. He had never been force sensitive before, why all of a sudden did he feel it now? It didn't make sense.

There was another issue at hand. Something Daz had said, which almost landed Brigr's fist in Daz's face; however, it may ring some truth: The Immortals may be questioning Birgr's leadership. Birgr had noticed that there has been a slight reluctance in their actions. He wondered if his defense of Junior Birgr had anything to do with it. All the Azgardians wanted to rip him from Senni's womb, but Birgr alone had felt that he deserved to live.

The last thing on his mind was anything to do with Angel. He sat hunched over, elbows on his knees and resting his chin on his clasped hands as Angel approached.


Master Heartman

Angel's mind ran though the events that happen. She couldn't believed she was tricked so easily, she though she had a stronger focus against mind trick. Guess she needed more training herself. She approach Birgir whom seem not to have noticed she was standing there yet. She was very grateful that he had saved her and Swips live.

She looks at him then decides to speak up. " You really save our lives back there, if it wasn't for you we would had been space. Thank you. " She smiled at him as her arm flinch for a moment. As she though for a moment about embracing him in a hug. She held herself together wondering if it was a good time or not.


Commander Birgr

Birgr did not feel like a hero in the slightest. If it hadn't been for Daz bringing it to his attention, they would have seen space. Without looking up at her he said, "I was just as tricked as you. I saw an elevator. If Daz hadn't snapped me out of it..." He let his voice trail off. He didn't like the thought of what could have been. If only he had been more focused.


Master Heartman

Angel thought for an moment, she looked confuse. From what she remembered, Daz hadn't been there when they got out of the air lock. "I didn't see Daz, how did he help you snap out of it?" She wonder if Daz had used a word though the force to snap him out of the mind trick.


Commander Birgr

"I heard his voice tell me to override the airlock. That's when I saw that it was not an elevator, but indeed an airlock." Birgr looked up at her with a slight smirk. "I can only assume that it has to do with that weird voodoo shit." He was hoping to lighten the mood some, especially with himself.


Master Heartman

Angel wonder how Daz manage to get out an sentence. She made an metal note to ask Daz about it later. She laughs a bit. "Yeah that's definitely sound like weird voodoo shit." She thought for an moment smiling remembering something. "Hey remember the time we spent together on Ka-Riss-Ah, when we used to train together in one of the training rooms. Maybe we both need to get back to training together when we can." She knew she needed more training and was willing to help Birgir as well.


Commander Birgr

Birgr looked at a little puzzled by the change in subject. "Do you have something other than your saber to train with? I would like to train with my axe but your weapon will destroy it."


Master Heartman

Angel thought about the weapons she had on her. She laughs a bit, the only weapon she had on her that would work and not destroy his ax was her knife. "I have a knife. Maybe when we get back I see if I can find someone who sells weapons on the ship. Or what till the next planet."


Commander Birgr

Birgr chuckled a little. "I guess we will have to wait but I would certainly love to spar with you anytime." He knew there had to be another reason she wanted to chat right now but decided to wait until she brought it up.


Master Heartman

Angel blushes a bit. Her mind was on there convention earlier. She really need to talk to Visst about her belief's and following Master Falynn's teachings.

She thought for a moment to gather her thought's "Earlier I mention about us having an relationship without having to worried about attachments. If we do it this way we must tread very carefully about it, for this path can make us blind if we get caught up into it."

She looks into his eyes "What are you thoughts about this?"


Commander Birgr

'Aha!' Birgr thought to himself, 'This is what it is about.' He recollected the conversation in his mind again. There was something about how Ogon said it that made it all make more sense.

"It seems similar to the ideal of making sure I put no warrior above another. If this is true, then that is what I was going to try to do all along. As long as we don't do anything stupid, we should be fine." His brow was wrinkled as he tried to sort out his thoughts.


Master Heartman

Angel nods in agreement as she listens to Birgir. "I just hope that Master Visst understands. I know I may be asked to leave the order, because of my desire to follow my own path."


Commander Birgr

"I hope it doesn't come to that, but ultimately, it is your choice." Birgr leaned back and stretched, feeling a bit more at ease about this whole situation. "Well...are you going to kiss me or do I have to steal it again?" He winked as he smirked at her


Master Heartman

Angel nodded as she blushes slightly, having trouble thinking at the moment. She then step's forward leaning in as she kisses Birgr on his lips.


Commander Birgr

Birgr was only mildly surprised that she kissed him so he welcomed it fully. This time was different; probably because last time his mind was so scrambled he had no idea what was going on. This time he could focus on just the two of them and it made the moment that much better.

After a little while, he pulled her slightly away and looked into her eyes as he smiled. "I think we will be just fine."


Master Heartman

Angel smiles embracing Birgr in her arms, as she wraps her arms around his body, holding him enjoying the embrace for a moment before she drops her arms. "I think your right we will be just fine" she said smiling back at him.


Commander Birgr

Birgr held her in his arms for a while. It felt good and relaxing. He needed to relax before taking on this mission.

"Alright, sweetheart, I have to get my suit on so we can complete this mission. That's what I have to keep remembering...the mission comes first. We can spend some time when we get back."

For the first time since they had landed on Fra, Birgr's mind was at ease. He felt focused and ready to take on whatever lay in store for him.]]> <![CDATA[Commander Birgr Heartman, Captain Ogon Koo'Lak, Carissa Koo'Lak, Master Heartman]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=37 Thu, 11 Jul 2013 07:23:14 -0700 Akirapryde]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=37 Birgr in the Med Bay
Originally Posted: February 10 - 27, 2012
Generation Ship, Narshana
October, 1936

Commander Birgr

Birgr made his way to the med bay fairly quickly; however, he had a lot on his mind. He looked at Senni's sword again. It shouldn't be this damaged. Azgardian weapons were always made to last forever, with minimal damage to he blade itself. But that is a different issue and must be dealt with later. As he arrived he immediately started looking for Talons suit.


NPC: Nurse
A nurse greeted the mighty Azgardian warrior as he walked in to the Med Bay. "Greetings. The Doctor said that you might come by again. Your commanders status has improved. It looks like she will pull through after all" the nurse briefed Birgr.


Carissa

It didn't take Birgr long to get the location of Talon's combat armor. He walked in to a side lab of the med bay where Carissa was working on the armor. "Greetings Birgr. How may I help you?" It was clear that she was running test on the armor in hope of better finding out what happened. "It would seem that what ever impacted the armor had a high level of iron ore, mid levels of carbon and trace elements of tin." She explained.


Captain Koo'Lak

Ogon quietly approached from his vigil by Talon's bed. He'd been processing everything he'd learned that day and trying to think of a way to get Senni to just be straightforward, but hadn't been able to figure it out since he couldn't understand why she was hiding something in the first place. "She's quite the little scientist, isn't she?" he piped up. "My daughter, I mean. I'd say her findings are just about as conclusive as it gets."


Commander Birgr

"I suppose she is. At any rate, we need to know what this is made out of." Birgr handed Senni's sword to Ogon, hilt first. "I just saw Senni throw this at a wall. It's a lot more damaged than it should be."


Captain Koo'Lak

Concerned, Ogon took the sword. "So, wait," he said as he carefully handed it to Carissa for analysis, "you think her swords could still be the culprit? I thought all Azgardian weaponry and armor was made of the same material..."


Commander Birgr

"They are. I just want to know why it is so damaged. I don't believe that Senni struck Talon. Especially after what I just witnessed." Birg had a look of bewilderment on his face.


Carissa

Carissa looked up from the limited equipment in the lab, "the materials that are used to create the sword as the same as what struck Talon. This sword is clearly not of Azgardian construction. It lacks all of the prime components of what Azgardians use to create their melee weapons and armor. I have to say judging by the make up, it is a very well crafted replica." She took the blade and showed them, "see here these markings. Look at the detail put in to how the markings. Great care was put in to its creation"


Captain Koo'Lak

"And now we're back to square one, as far as physical evidence goes." Ogon said, rubbing his temples. "What about Senni herself? You mentioned something just happening...?"


Carissa

Carissa looked to her father, "I said that they shared common elements but I didn't say they were the same. The item that left its mark on Talon's armor is of a much lower grade metal than what this sword was crafted it. As I said, great craftsmanship went in to this weapons creation. The item that hit Talon's armor does not hold the same properties. So we are not at, um the first square. We know for sure that this weapon did not leave the traces on her armor."


Commander Birgr

Birgr took a seat and let out a sigh. He took the bullet out of his mouth and focused his eyes on it as he recalled the event. "I went to find Senni to let her know that I believed that she was innocent. When I found her in the lounge, she was finishing a bottle. We had our...discussion and it started to become a bit heated. In a fit of emotion, she exclaimed that she saw a jedi, who was telling her to kill me and prove that I am an illusion. She then threw her sword at an empty chair screaming for it to get out of her head, and then continued to curl into a ball muttering her innocence about the attack on Talon. I decided to try to get her mind off of everything else so I asked the name of my nephew. She told me that Ariq wanted to name it after me. She said that one time, they had been in the mountains and Ariq had stated that if Thor ever granted him a son, he would name it after me. But here is part of the kicker. As she explained this to be, she started to shiver as though she were in the mountains at that moment. What we are dealing with here is very complex. She not only believes that she is in an illusion with us, but she also hallucinates her captors, and if she remembers something, her mind makes her relive it." He looked up to see what Ogon's reaction would be.


Captain Koo'Lak

Absorbing everything he'd just been told as best he could, he looked more worried than ever. "Well, that doesn't make things any better. Even if we've cleared her name as far as this incident is concerned, her unraveling mental state will continue to be an issue. You know the others won't want to fight alongside her if they don't think she's stable, and she's clearly not stable..."


Commander Birgr

Birgr heaved another sigh. "So what do we do then? I don't think she will intentionally hurt anyone. She wants this to be the reality. But the morale of my men will keep them from their best...or do we wait for Miss I-Just-Can't-Seem-To-Die to decide? The nurse said she is improving and should pull through."


Captain Koo'Lak

"Well the whole thing will be solved when Talon 'gets back' anyway, then." Ogon paced about a little, then asked "What about you? You're basically Senni's family, and the whole thing with Angel cant be treating you well..."


Commander Birgr

Birgr shifted uncomfortably before reinserting the bullet in his mouth. "I am very worried about Senni. She experienced something that none of us can even begin to imagine. She may be too unstable..." He shook away the thought that just went through his head. "And Angel, she doesn't even know what is going on. She told me that we can have a relationship, just without attachments...whatever that means. She said she doesn't know what that means, so now I just wait for her to figure it out." He leaned back in his seat at he looked up at Ogon.


Carissa

As the conversation shifted from the science of the issue to a more personal opinion, Carissa choose to remain silent. She had a keen interest in observing the condition of relationships between life forms. Hearing the complexity of Birgr's and Angel's relationship seemed very enlightening. She pondered the question that if this was rare to Azgardians or to Jedi or a combination of both.

The comment of not being able to die was not lost on her either. "That is not correct Sir. The Medics were through in their report. Talon was flat line for nearly ten minutes before they landed in the hanger bay. It wasn't till Spoonie examined her did he overrule their original ruling of her death."

She felt content with the correction and wanted to dig deeper in to the more interesting subject of Birgr's relationship with Angel, "could you please express your feelings of Angel's choice?" She had hoped her question would spur more conversation of the topic and help her rule out where these complexities originate from. Her eyes blinked with excitement as she tried to mimic a more 'feeling look.' Something she felt would help others become more comfortable in dealing with her.


Commander Birgr

Birgr gave her a look that is only reserved for those people who don't only miss the joke, but ruin the fun of it. As he looked at her, he noticed her attempting to create some look on her face that showed some sort of emotion. It was cute...in a creepy sort of way. "What exactly would you like to know?"


Carissa

Caught slightly off guard by the limitless offer from his statement, Carissa tilted her head to the side as she ran through the billions of bits of information which could widely benefit from insight of a creature capable of feeling. The process of prioritizing them all took place in a blink of an eye. She finally settled on one question, "why do you choose to love this one crea.....person. when there are many other more suitable candidates."

Carissa leaned back in her chair and looked up at the massive man looming over her. Everything she know about the man did not reflect what she knew about the race as a whole. His actions seemed to confuse her on so many levels. She figured if she could corner the reason why this one creature..'person' she corrected herself, than maybe she could understand this emotion.


Captain Koo'Lak

Ogon chuckled quietly at her misunderstanding of the 'immortal' comment, then looked to Birgr with mild amusement. "I think I'd like to hear your reasons for choosing this one 'person' as well!" Somewhere in his mind, he wondered if Carissa would catch his linguistic jab.


Commander Birgr

Brigr wrinkled his brow as he thought. "I didn't really choose to feel what I do toward her, I just...do." He scratched his head, trying to shake loose the proper words to explain; unfortunately they could not be found. "There is just something special about her that makes me a bit...lighter inside."


Captain Koo'Lak

Snorting at the simple charm of the situation amongst everything else that was happening, Ogon responded "Then why don't you just be with her? I don't see what the problem is..."


Carissa

Carissa listened carefully to what was being said. For her, she recognized the value of witnessing the conversation from an objective point of view. However, here she was drew in to the conversation. Still there was a great value to be learned within the conversation. "So you believe that this lighter part of her is what draws you to having a mating relationship with her. Would you say that this lighter side is more like the attractions of a Poofer Fish during their mating cycle or something else?"

She understood that this 'lighter inside' was not meant to be taken literally, however she wanted to rule out something that she was missing apart of the mating practices of the Azgardian Warrior. She found the whole conversation enlightening and very interesting. The glimmer in her eyes was artificial however it did reflect her deeper desire to learn more about how he choose his mates. "I ran a comparison and found that Priestess Kira Furry, ranks much more compatible with you on a more broader scale, to include philosophical views. Jedi Master Angelique has a much lower compatible match to you. Do you feel that this lighter parts inside was part of your choose in choosing her over Priestess Kira" Carissa explained.


NPC: Dr. Spoonie

The sounds outside the small lab where Carissa was studying Talon's armor and wounds drew everyone's attention from the conversation. Angel walked in to the medical bay ahead of Spoonie, two Azgardian guards carrying a stretcher. On the stretcher laid the body of a Pirate with one of Senni's swords extending from his chest. Angel waved to Birgr and the others, "Daz went to where Senni and Talon were fighting and found this body." The Azgardians laid the body on a bed next to Talon. The look of disgust on their face was clear but Spoonie nodded and thanked the warriors for carrying the body.

"I am sure of the cause of death, however, I know you want answers so I had the body brought here." he explained as the two warriors left the Med Bay.


Commander Birgr

Birgr looked at Spoonie, "All this does is solidify what we already know as well as return the other sword. Thank you anyway." He wanted to continue this conversation so he turned back to Carissa. "You think this is about mating. You see, True Born Azgardians, such as myself and the other Immortals, we are sterile; we cannot produce children unless we undergo an operation to do so." He shifted his position as he tried to come up with the words for what he wanted to say. "All I know is that when she is around, I feel a bit happier. When the priestess is around, I simply know I have a damn good warrior at my side; as I do with any other of my Immortals." He turned his head to look at Angel with a sparkle in his eye. He was glad that she showed up for this discussion because he figured that she may shine some light on it...for Birgr as well as Carissa.


NPC: Dr. Spoonie

Spoonie nodded, "yes I am sure. However Master Murl insisted on it." Looking back towards the door, "I believe he is right behind us." Confused about the lack of Master Murl, "he said he would be joining us." Shrugging it off and walked the sword over to Carissa. "I think Master Murl means to conduct this as an official investigation" he explained. As he handed the sword over to Carissa, "please collect what data you can from this weapon."


Carissa

Taking the sword and glancing toward Birgr. She knew that this matter was clearly an Azgardian matter and waited for Birgr, the ranking Azgardian to weigh in on the instructions. For her, the matter was simple. Collect the data, prove the case one way or the other. End any further doubt about the issue. It was a purely logical and scientific method. Something that she found most if not all of her companions were incapible of doing. Even still, simply looking at the weapon, she would tell that it was nearly identical to the first one she looked at. She noted no damage along the length of the blade that matched the scope of damage to Talon's combat suite. She also noted the weapon's tip had been broken as if forced in to a harder object. She surmised the harder object was the space suite of the pirate, who was now laying on the bed next to Talon.

Carissa nodded as she took the weapon and while looking at Birgr, "so, your reason for being in a relationship serves no real purpose other than to increase the levels of stimulants within your body's blood stream? The risk of personal emotional suffering is very great and the rewards simply don't seem very fulfilling if mating is taken out of the situation. It is a confusing matter" she said softly while holding the sword.


Master Heartman

Angel walked into the med bay helping to escort the body of the pirate. She looked at the disgust looks on the Azgards faces as the place the dead body on the bed next to talons.

She felt uncomfortable for a dead body being close to her sister's. But she knew Spoonie had his reasons. She watched as the other Azgards left after Spoonie thanked them.

Then she looks over at her sister for a moment, She hope deeply she would make it though. She planed after they get the people off of Merissa. She would make some more time to see her sister. She heard rumor that coma patents can hear people. Maybe her support would help her sister to recover.

Listening to the conversation at hand with Bigir and Carissa. Thinking to herself 'What did I just walk into.' As she blushes slightly. Then she watches as Carissa start to work on dead body. While her mind tried to pull something together to reply with.

Expressing herself she found at times was difficult to do. She knew how she felt when she was around Bigir, she didn't want to worried about attachment's. He always brought her happiness. But she didn't want to fall down the wrong path. She wasn't sure what her path at the moment was and knew she would figure it out.

She thinks for a moment. "Mating isn't everything in life sometimes just being with the person you love matters. As long as you have that person you can hold and be there for and who is there for you as well. Then that's what part of being in a relationship is about.” She said blushing slightly again.


Captain Koo'Lak

Ogon furrowed his brow. "So...tell me again why you two aren't "in a relationship"? You seem to be at least attempting to support one another anyway, but I think you're being held back by all this 'don't form attachments' malarkey. I understand where Visst and Daz are coming from with it, but I feel you're being a little too literal. As long as you keep being realistic and don't get trapped up in that romantic BS, you'll be fine. Just remember that anything can happen to us, so you may end up separated. Appreciate each other, but don't let it affect your judgement. After all, the danger of attachment lies in its ability to make us do stupid things, am I right?"

Though this all sounded like it came from nowhere, Ogon had actually had to confront his own attachments many times in the past. Being a spacer from the fringes, becoming accustomed to the loss of physical objects was a necessity. After becoming an Antarian Ranger, he had to learn to deal with the loss of people, too. It helped that he'd never formed a proper romantic bond until he met Carissa, but that was little consolation in the end. Every time he lost someone, it hurt him deeply, but he knew he couldn't change what had already happened, so he was able to move on. He hoped the younger Azgardians would gain some level of this understanding from what he'd said.


Commander Birgr

Birgr disliked the idea of the Jedi meddling in Azgardian affairs...least of all Daz. He turned to Spoonie. "An official investigation won't be needed. This is an Azgardian affair and it has already been resolved. Captain Ogon and I have found Senni innocent." He realized that saying all this to Spoonie was rather pointless. "I'm sure we will have to take that up with Daz." As Birgr listened to Ogon he tried to mull over what he meant. It sounded similar to the the Azgardian ideal that no warrior is above another. He still wasn't completely sure so he just shrugged his shoulders.


Master Heartman

Angel stands there for a moment thinking about what Ogone just said about not getting to wrap up with this attachment thing. Maybe he had a point, thinking over her past she had only one flaw with her attachment's and that was following Daz around. It had almost lead her to a very dark tunnel where it would had been very hard to turn back.

She thinks for a moment. “You have a point. I felt more in balance when I was learning the path of a duelist and trying to restore my honor. Before this new change. But I cant just leave the order yet I have to help out Daz on Merissa.

She quickly finishes her sentence before questions was asked. “I also know Visst needs me in his new order.” She watches Carissa for a moment watching her work. As she thinks carefully how to word her feelings and thoughts on this matter.

“I will be taking another path in the near future. When things are good and Visst has more members in his order then three. Leaving right now will only weaken the order as a whole. But I can have some attachments as long as I don't let it get to my head. Besides it doesn't hurt to have some that are harmless.”

She said smiling now looking at her down at sister laying on the bed. Her attachment for her sister was strong. If she would lose her now or years to come, it would hurt her emotionally but nothing she could cope over time with. But she wouldn't let her sister's death get to her head. Then she turns to Birgr “So about the whole no attachment's let just drop it, but not get careless with in our self's where we become blind to our surroundings.”


Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

As Angel was looking down at her sister, Talon slowly opened her eyes. Angel nearly jolted from the surprise as Talon grabbed her hand, “Senni!” Talon tried to get out in a labored voice and concern on her face.


NPC: Dr. Spoonie

Spoonie stepped forward and placed a branch on Talon's arm gently, “Shhhhh” he said with great care, “Senni is fine. What do you remember?” he said carefully looking in to her eyes.


Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

Talon looked around in confusion as she tried to sit up, “On the hull, near the aft of the ship. I got hit by something. I heard a rushing sound. I remember not being able to breath. I think I was laying down. I looked up to see Senni hooking something in to my suite. I hear something over the radio but I couldn't make it out. There was so much rushing in my ears” she explained softly. “I recall seeing the shuttle coming in as Senni started to lay atop of me. The rushing was getting lower and there was an alarm. Uh, um, I think it was a low oxygen alarm. I pulled the cable that joined Senni and I off and remember letting it go. I didn't want her to die for me” Talon finished as she laid back down.

Spoonie nodded as he looked over at Ogon and then to Birgr. Before anyone could speak, Talon looked over to Birgr, "I saw Valhalla. Warlord Raynar, Warlord Ton. All of them were there welcoming me. Birgr, we have lost our way. Our fathers and mothers have their concerns about our future” she explained with a sense of urgency.


NPC: Dr. Spoonie

Spoonie nodded, “You need your rest Talon. Please calm yourself”


Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

Talon shook her head, “No, I have had enough rest. Birgr, we have so much ahead of us” she tried to explain while attempting to sit up.


Master Murl

Daz maintained a moderate yet steady pace, taking time to reflect on his encounter with Lysire as he made his way through the corridors of the generation ship. After Malcolm had set down in the hangar bay, Daz found Spoony, the ship's doctor, waiting there as he requested to oversee the transport of a body to the med bay so that a thorough autopsy could be conducted.

The pirate's impaled corpse had been recovered near the aft of the generation ship's hull. Under Spoony's supervision, two Azgardian Immortals detached it from the starfighter, placed it on a stretcher, and swiftly departed with it toward the med bay with Spoonie and Angel in tow.

Now just a few minutes before reaching the med bay himself, Daz's comlink chirped. He watched the two Immortals who had left carrying the body to the med bay pass him single file to his left before he removed it from his belt and read the message Swip had just sent him. "Daz?" she said.

"Yes?" he replied.


Jedi Knight Swip Larn

"May I see Senni?" she wrote back.


Master Murl

Guessing that Swip had awoken to the news of his tumultuous meeting with Senni as word spread, he sent her the message, "Wait for me," and, returning his comlink to his belt, continued to the med bay.

Now in earshot, he overheard Angel discussing her future within the Jedi Order and her latest thoughts about attachments. As he stopped to ascertain who was present, he was surprised to hear Talon's voice cry out for Senni. As Spoonie tried to calm her, he started toward the door, quickening his pace. Although he was relieved to hear her voice, he was wary of her ardent fervor. As he entered the med bay, Daz could see that Birgr and Carissa were also present.

Entering the med bay, Daz addressed Talon. "Welcome back to the land of the living," he said. His comlink chirped once more. Shaking his head at the timing, Daz retrieved it from his belt and pressed down on it, answering the call. Before he could say anything, Swip's voice came through in a measured though urgent tone.


Jedi Knight Swip Larn

"I sense a dark presence; it involves Senni," she said.


Master Murl

"I told you to wait for me. I'm leaving immediately," he replied, already turning on his heels and making his way toward Senni's quarters.]]> Birgr in the Med Bay
Originally Posted: February 10 - 27, 2012
Generation Ship, Narshana
October, 1936

Commander Birgr

Birgr made his way to the med bay fairly quickly; however, he had a lot on his mind. He looked at Senni's sword again. It shouldn't be this damaged. Azgardian weapons were always made to last forever, with minimal damage to he blade itself. But that is a different issue and must be dealt with later. As he arrived he immediately started looking for Talons suit.


NPC: Nurse
A nurse greeted the mighty Azgardian warrior as he walked in to the Med Bay. "Greetings. The Doctor said that you might come by again. Your commanders status has improved. It looks like she will pull through after all" the nurse briefed Birgr.


Carissa

It didn't take Birgr long to get the location of Talon's combat armor. He walked in to a side lab of the med bay where Carissa was working on the armor. "Greetings Birgr. How may I help you?" It was clear that she was running test on the armor in hope of better finding out what happened. "It would seem that what ever impacted the armor had a high level of iron ore, mid levels of carbon and trace elements of tin." She explained.


Captain Koo'Lak

Ogon quietly approached from his vigil by Talon's bed. He'd been processing everything he'd learned that day and trying to think of a way to get Senni to just be straightforward, but hadn't been able to figure it out since he couldn't understand why she was hiding something in the first place. "She's quite the little scientist, isn't she?" he piped up. "My daughter, I mean. I'd say her findings are just about as conclusive as it gets."


Commander Birgr

"I suppose she is. At any rate, we need to know what this is made out of." Birgr handed Senni's sword to Ogon, hilt first. "I just saw Senni throw this at a wall. It's a lot more damaged than it should be."


Captain Koo'Lak

Concerned, Ogon took the sword. "So, wait," he said as he carefully handed it to Carissa for analysis, "you think her swords could still be the culprit? I thought all Azgardian weaponry and armor was made of the same material..."


Commander Birgr

"They are. I just want to know why it is so damaged. I don't believe that Senni struck Talon. Especially after what I just witnessed." Birg had a look of bewilderment on his face.


Carissa

Carissa looked up from the limited equipment in the lab, "the materials that are used to create the sword as the same as what struck Talon. This sword is clearly not of Azgardian construction. It lacks all of the prime components of what Azgardians use to create their melee weapons and armor. I have to say judging by the make up, it is a very well crafted replica." She took the blade and showed them, "see here these markings. Look at the detail put in to how the markings. Great care was put in to its creation"


Captain Koo'Lak

"And now we're back to square one, as far as physical evidence goes." Ogon said, rubbing his temples. "What about Senni herself? You mentioned something just happening...?"


Carissa

Carissa looked to her father, "I said that they shared common elements but I didn't say they were the same. The item that left its mark on Talon's armor is of a much lower grade metal than what this sword was crafted it. As I said, great craftsmanship went in to this weapons creation. The item that hit Talon's armor does not hold the same properties. So we are not at, um the first square. We know for sure that this weapon did not leave the traces on her armor."


Commander Birgr

Birgr took a seat and let out a sigh. He took the bullet out of his mouth and focused his eyes on it as he recalled the event. "I went to find Senni to let her know that I believed that she was innocent. When I found her in the lounge, she was finishing a bottle. We had our...discussion and it started to become a bit heated. In a fit of emotion, she exclaimed that she saw a jedi, who was telling her to kill me and prove that I am an illusion. She then threw her sword at an empty chair screaming for it to get out of her head, and then continued to curl into a ball muttering her innocence about the attack on Talon. I decided to try to get her mind off of everything else so I asked the name of my nephew. She told me that Ariq wanted to name it after me. She said that one time, they had been in the mountains and Ariq had stated that if Thor ever granted him a son, he would name it after me. But here is part of the kicker. As she explained this to be, she started to shiver as though she were in the mountains at that moment. What we are dealing with here is very complex. She not only believes that she is in an illusion with us, but she also hallucinates her captors, and if she remembers something, her mind makes her relive it." He looked up to see what Ogon's reaction would be.


Captain Koo'Lak

Absorbing everything he'd just been told as best he could, he looked more worried than ever. "Well, that doesn't make things any better. Even if we've cleared her name as far as this incident is concerned, her unraveling mental state will continue to be an issue. You know the others won't want to fight alongside her if they don't think she's stable, and she's clearly not stable..."


Commander Birgr

Birgr heaved another sigh. "So what do we do then? I don't think she will intentionally hurt anyone. She wants this to be the reality. But the morale of my men will keep them from their best...or do we wait for Miss I-Just-Can't-Seem-To-Die to decide? The nurse said she is improving and should pull through."


Captain Koo'Lak

"Well the whole thing will be solved when Talon 'gets back' anyway, then." Ogon paced about a little, then asked "What about you? You're basically Senni's family, and the whole thing with Angel cant be treating you well..."


Commander Birgr

Birgr shifted uncomfortably before reinserting the bullet in his mouth. "I am very worried about Senni. She experienced something that none of us can even begin to imagine. She may be too unstable..." He shook away the thought that just went through his head. "And Angel, she doesn't even know what is going on. She told me that we can have a relationship, just without attachments...whatever that means. She said she doesn't know what that means, so now I just wait for her to figure it out." He leaned back in his seat at he looked up at Ogon.


Carissa

As the conversation shifted from the science of the issue to a more personal opinion, Carissa choose to remain silent. She had a keen interest in observing the condition of relationships between life forms. Hearing the complexity of Birgr's and Angel's relationship seemed very enlightening. She pondered the question that if this was rare to Azgardians or to Jedi or a combination of both.

The comment of not being able to die was not lost on her either. "That is not correct Sir. The Medics were through in their report. Talon was flat line for nearly ten minutes before they landed in the hanger bay. It wasn't till Spoonie examined her did he overrule their original ruling of her death."

She felt content with the correction and wanted to dig deeper in to the more interesting subject of Birgr's relationship with Angel, "could you please express your feelings of Angel's choice?" She had hoped her question would spur more conversation of the topic and help her rule out where these complexities originate from. Her eyes blinked with excitement as she tried to mimic a more 'feeling look.' Something she felt would help others become more comfortable in dealing with her.


Commander Birgr

Birgr gave her a look that is only reserved for those people who don't only miss the joke, but ruin the fun of it. As he looked at her, he noticed her attempting to create some look on her face that showed some sort of emotion. It was cute...in a creepy sort of way. "What exactly would you like to know?"


Carissa

Caught slightly off guard by the limitless offer from his statement, Carissa tilted her head to the side as she ran through the billions of bits of information which could widely benefit from insight of a creature capable of feeling. The process of prioritizing them all took place in a blink of an eye. She finally settled on one question, "why do you choose to love this one crea.....person. when there are many other more suitable candidates."

Carissa leaned back in her chair and looked up at the massive man looming over her. Everything she know about the man did not reflect what she knew about the race as a whole. His actions seemed to confuse her on so many levels. She figured if she could corner the reason why this one creature..'person' she corrected herself, than maybe she could understand this emotion.


Captain Koo'Lak

Ogon chuckled quietly at her misunderstanding of the 'immortal' comment, then looked to Birgr with mild amusement. "I think I'd like to hear your reasons for choosing this one 'person' as well!" Somewhere in his mind, he wondered if Carissa would catch his linguistic jab.


Commander Birgr

Brigr wrinkled his brow as he thought. "I didn't really choose to feel what I do toward her, I just...do." He scratched his head, trying to shake loose the proper words to explain; unfortunately they could not be found. "There is just something special about her that makes me a bit...lighter inside."


Captain Koo'Lak

Snorting at the simple charm of the situation amongst everything else that was happening, Ogon responded "Then why don't you just be with her? I don't see what the problem is..."


Carissa

Carissa listened carefully to what was being said. For her, she recognized the value of witnessing the conversation from an objective point of view. However, here she was drew in to the conversation. Still there was a great value to be learned within the conversation. "So you believe that this lighter part of her is what draws you to having a mating relationship with her. Would you say that this lighter side is more like the attractions of a Poofer Fish during their mating cycle or something else?"

She understood that this 'lighter inside' was not meant to be taken literally, however she wanted to rule out something that she was missing apart of the mating practices of the Azgardian Warrior. She found the whole conversation enlightening and very interesting. The glimmer in her eyes was artificial however it did reflect her deeper desire to learn more about how he choose his mates. "I ran a comparison and found that Priestess Kira Furry, ranks much more compatible with you on a more broader scale, to include philosophical views. Jedi Master Angelique has a much lower compatible match to you. Do you feel that this lighter parts inside was part of your choose in choosing her over Priestess Kira" Carissa explained.


NPC: Dr. Spoonie

The sounds outside the small lab where Carissa was studying Talon's armor and wounds drew everyone's attention from the conversation. Angel walked in to the medical bay ahead of Spoonie, two Azgardian guards carrying a stretcher. On the stretcher laid the body of a Pirate with one of Senni's swords extending from his chest. Angel waved to Birgr and the others, "Daz went to where Senni and Talon were fighting and found this body." The Azgardians laid the body on a bed next to Talon. The look of disgust on their face was clear but Spoonie nodded and thanked the warriors for carrying the body.

"I am sure of the cause of death, however, I know you want answers so I had the body brought here." he explained as the two warriors left the Med Bay.


Commander Birgr

Birgr looked at Spoonie, "All this does is solidify what we already know as well as return the other sword. Thank you anyway." He wanted to continue this conversation so he turned back to Carissa. "You think this is about mating. You see, True Born Azgardians, such as myself and the other Immortals, we are sterile; we cannot produce children unless we undergo an operation to do so." He shifted his position as he tried to come up with the words for what he wanted to say. "All I know is that when she is around, I feel a bit happier. When the priestess is around, I simply know I have a damn good warrior at my side; as I do with any other of my Immortals." He turned his head to look at Angel with a sparkle in his eye. He was glad that she showed up for this discussion because he figured that she may shine some light on it...for Birgr as well as Carissa.


NPC: Dr. Spoonie

Spoonie nodded, "yes I am sure. However Master Murl insisted on it." Looking back towards the door, "I believe he is right behind us." Confused about the lack of Master Murl, "he said he would be joining us." Shrugging it off and walked the sword over to Carissa. "I think Master Murl means to conduct this as an official investigation" he explained. As he handed the sword over to Carissa, "please collect what data you can from this weapon."


Carissa

Taking the sword and glancing toward Birgr. She knew that this matter was clearly an Azgardian matter and waited for Birgr, the ranking Azgardian to weigh in on the instructions. For her, the matter was simple. Collect the data, prove the case one way or the other. End any further doubt about the issue. It was a purely logical and scientific method. Something that she found most if not all of her companions were incapible of doing. Even still, simply looking at the weapon, she would tell that it was nearly identical to the first one she looked at. She noted no damage along the length of the blade that matched the scope of damage to Talon's combat suite. She also noted the weapon's tip had been broken as if forced in to a harder object. She surmised the harder object was the space suite of the pirate, who was now laying on the bed next to Talon.

Carissa nodded as she took the weapon and while looking at Birgr, "so, your reason for being in a relationship serves no real purpose other than to increase the levels of stimulants within your body's blood stream? The risk of personal emotional suffering is very great and the rewards simply don't seem very fulfilling if mating is taken out of the situation. It is a confusing matter" she said softly while holding the sword.


Master Heartman

Angel walked into the med bay helping to escort the body of the pirate. She looked at the disgust looks on the Azgards faces as the place the dead body on the bed next to talons.

She felt uncomfortable for a dead body being close to her sister's. But she knew Spoonie had his reasons. She watched as the other Azgards left after Spoonie thanked them.

Then she looks over at her sister for a moment, She hope deeply she would make it though. She planed after they get the people off of Merissa. She would make some more time to see her sister. She heard rumor that coma patents can hear people. Maybe her support would help her sister to recover.

Listening to the conversation at hand with Bigir and Carissa. Thinking to herself 'What did I just walk into.' As she blushes slightly. Then she watches as Carissa start to work on dead body. While her mind tried to pull something together to reply with.

Expressing herself she found at times was difficult to do. She knew how she felt when she was around Bigir, she didn't want to worried about attachment's. He always brought her happiness. But she didn't want to fall down the wrong path. She wasn't sure what her path at the moment was and knew she would figure it out.

She thinks for a moment. "Mating isn't everything in life sometimes just being with the person you love matters. As long as you have that person you can hold and be there for and who is there for you as well. Then that's what part of being in a relationship is about.” She said blushing slightly again.


Captain Koo'Lak

Ogon furrowed his brow. "So...tell me again why you two aren't "in a relationship"? You seem to be at least attempting to support one another anyway, but I think you're being held back by all this 'don't form attachments' malarkey. I understand where Visst and Daz are coming from with it, but I feel you're being a little too literal. As long as you keep being realistic and don't get trapped up in that romantic BS, you'll be fine. Just remember that anything can happen to us, so you may end up separated. Appreciate each other, but don't let it affect your judgement. After all, the danger of attachment lies in its ability to make us do stupid things, am I right?"

Though this all sounded like it came from nowhere, Ogon had actually had to confront his own attachments many times in the past. Being a spacer from the fringes, becoming accustomed to the loss of physical objects was a necessity. After becoming an Antarian Ranger, he had to learn to deal with the loss of people, too. It helped that he'd never formed a proper romantic bond until he met Carissa, but that was little consolation in the end. Every time he lost someone, it hurt him deeply, but he knew he couldn't change what had already happened, so he was able to move on. He hoped the younger Azgardians would gain some level of this understanding from what he'd said.


Commander Birgr

Birgr disliked the idea of the Jedi meddling in Azgardian affairs...least of all Daz. He turned to Spoonie. "An official investigation won't be needed. This is an Azgardian affair and it has already been resolved. Captain Ogon and I have found Senni innocent." He realized that saying all this to Spoonie was rather pointless. "I'm sure we will have to take that up with Daz." As Birgr listened to Ogon he tried to mull over what he meant. It sounded similar to the the Azgardian ideal that no warrior is above another. He still wasn't completely sure so he just shrugged his shoulders.


Master Heartman

Angel stands there for a moment thinking about what Ogone just said about not getting to wrap up with this attachment thing. Maybe he had a point, thinking over her past she had only one flaw with her attachment's and that was following Daz around. It had almost lead her to a very dark tunnel where it would had been very hard to turn back.

She thinks for a moment. “You have a point. I felt more in balance when I was learning the path of a duelist and trying to restore my honor. Before this new change. But I cant just leave the order yet I have to help out Daz on Merissa.

She quickly finishes her sentence before questions was asked. “I also know Visst needs me in his new order.” She watches Carissa for a moment watching her work. As she thinks carefully how to word her feelings and thoughts on this matter.

“I will be taking another path in the near future. When things are good and Visst has more members in his order then three. Leaving right now will only weaken the order as a whole. But I can have some attachments as long as I don't let it get to my head. Besides it doesn't hurt to have some that are harmless.”

She said smiling now looking at her down at sister laying on the bed. Her attachment for her sister was strong. If she would lose her now or years to come, it would hurt her emotionally but nothing she could cope over time with. But she wouldn't let her sister's death get to her head. Then she turns to Birgr “So about the whole no attachment's let just drop it, but not get careless with in our self's where we become blind to our surroundings.”


Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

As Angel was looking down at her sister, Talon slowly opened her eyes. Angel nearly jolted from the surprise as Talon grabbed her hand, “Senni!” Talon tried to get out in a labored voice and concern on her face.


NPC: Dr. Spoonie

Spoonie stepped forward and placed a branch on Talon's arm gently, “Shhhhh” he said with great care, “Senni is fine. What do you remember?” he said carefully looking in to her eyes.


Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

Talon looked around in confusion as she tried to sit up, “On the hull, near the aft of the ship. I got hit by something. I heard a rushing sound. I remember not being able to breath. I think I was laying down. I looked up to see Senni hooking something in to my suite. I hear something over the radio but I couldn't make it out. There was so much rushing in my ears” she explained softly. “I recall seeing the shuttle coming in as Senni started to lay atop of me. The rushing was getting lower and there was an alarm. Uh, um, I think it was a low oxygen alarm. I pulled the cable that joined Senni and I off and remember letting it go. I didn't want her to die for me” Talon finished as she laid back down.

Spoonie nodded as he looked over at Ogon and then to Birgr. Before anyone could speak, Talon looked over to Birgr, "I saw Valhalla. Warlord Raynar, Warlord Ton. All of them were there welcoming me. Birgr, we have lost our way. Our fathers and mothers have their concerns about our future” she explained with a sense of urgency.


NPC: Dr. Spoonie

Spoonie nodded, “You need your rest Talon. Please calm yourself”


Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

Talon shook her head, “No, I have had enough rest. Birgr, we have so much ahead of us” she tried to explain while attempting to sit up.


Master Murl

Daz maintained a moderate yet steady pace, taking time to reflect on his encounter with Lysire as he made his way through the corridors of the generation ship. After Malcolm had set down in the hangar bay, Daz found Spoony, the ship's doctor, waiting there as he requested to oversee the transport of a body to the med bay so that a thorough autopsy could be conducted.

The pirate's impaled corpse had been recovered near the aft of the generation ship's hull. Under Spoony's supervision, two Azgardian Immortals detached it from the starfighter, placed it on a stretcher, and swiftly departed with it toward the med bay with Spoonie and Angel in tow.

Now just a few minutes before reaching the med bay himself, Daz's comlink chirped. He watched the two Immortals who had left carrying the body to the med bay pass him single file to his left before he removed it from his belt and read the message Swip had just sent him. "Daz?" she said.

"Yes?" he replied.


Jedi Knight Swip Larn

"May I see Senni?" she wrote back.


Master Murl

Guessing that Swip had awoken to the news of his tumultuous meeting with Senni as word spread, he sent her the message, "Wait for me," and, returning his comlink to his belt, continued to the med bay.

Now in earshot, he overheard Angel discussing her future within the Jedi Order and her latest thoughts about attachments. As he stopped to ascertain who was present, he was surprised to hear Talon's voice cry out for Senni. As Spoonie tried to calm her, he started toward the door, quickening his pace. Although he was relieved to hear her voice, he was wary of her ardent fervor. As he entered the med bay, Daz could see that Birgr and Carissa were also present.

Entering the med bay, Daz addressed Talon. "Welcome back to the land of the living," he said. His comlink chirped once more. Shaking his head at the timing, Daz retrieved it from his belt and pressed down on it, answering the call. Before he could say anything, Swip's voice came through in a measured though urgent tone.


Jedi Knight Swip Larn

"I sense a dark presence; it involves Senni," she said.


Master Murl

"I told you to wait for me. I'm leaving immediately," he replied, already turning on his heels and making his way toward Senni's quarters.]]> <![CDATA[Commander Birgr Heartman and Warrior Senni Heartman]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=35 Wed, 10 Jul 2013 06:52:14 -0700 Akirapryde]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=35 Originally Posted: February 7 - 25, 2012
Generation Ship, Narshana
October, 1936

Commander Birgr

Birgr finished cleaning his armor with mild amusement. "I just need to keep Pigpen away from it," he muttered to himself as he put it away. He grabbed a fresh bullet to chew on. The past few hours had caused him to damage several with his teeth. His only thoughts had been on one thing...Senni.

He had come to his conclusion and felt that he needed to talk to Senni again. He asked around and discovered that she had made her way to the lounge. As he arrived, he scanned the room to see if he could find her.


Warrior Senni

Walking in to the lounge was easy enough with the two Immortals outside watching the door. They informed Birgr that Ogon had just talked with warrior Senni and that she was located within. There was clearly a sense of distrust leveled at her from his own men.

Senni set at a table in the middle of the room. Her long blond hair flopped to one side and out of order. It was not normal for her as she took pride in her hair. Her gaze was fixed in to the gold liquid spinning around in her glass. The near empty bottle nest to her told the story of what was going on in her mind. She didn't even bother to look up as he walked up to her. "Maybe I should have died on that roof top" she said with no sense of remorse or self worth. Her lone blade set at the end of the table just out of reach of her. The small hook and slides where the missing sister blade would have been hooked gave a sense of abandonment.


Commander Birgr

Birgr took the seat across from her. "That may be, but then again, if you had, I would not have such an excellent warrior in my ranks." He took the bullet out of his mouth and noticed the bottle. He figured that he was probably the reason that she dove into that bottle. He looked back up at her.


Warrior Senni

She took a sip from her glass while he spoke. The ice bounced against each other and almost echoed. The sound rang home that they were alone. She shook her head, "I am not an Immortal. I never reached that point. Remember!?" she picked up the bottle and refilled her glass once more. "You should have seen it. The night sky was blood red as the fires of the city cast our shadows long. you could hear the cries of the dead behind us. We were only children and still they feared us in the end" she remembered as she looked once more in to her glass.


Commander Birgr

"Everyone knew to fear even the young Azgardians." Birgr let out a chuckle as he smirked. "Hell. They still fear us. After two thousand years." He was hoping to lighten her mood.


Warrior Senni

"Feared? Yes, but I am the one feared. I am the one unworthy of trust." She added without taking her eyes off her glass. Once more she brought the glass back up to her mouth and took another drink. "Even you don't trust me. I know.....knew you better than anyone else."

Finally she looked up at him, her eyes red from the stress and irritation, "you turned on us. Why" she asked.


Commander Birgr

"The shot you described seems impossible. And to be fair, there has been much question as to whether or not you had a grasp of reality. If you still believed you were in some jedi illusion, it is mildly possible that you could be capable of killing what you think is an illusion. However..." Birgr motioned to the staff that he wanted another bottle of whatever she was drinking. "However, I've been noticing how you have been acting lately. If you do believe that you are in an illusion, you have come to accept what you are given." He sighed deeply before he continued.


Warrior Senni

She sighed heavily and Birgr knew in his heart that there was something that she was not being completely forth coming. "My grasp on reality is fine. I know AND believe that I am freed from the Jedi Prison and its nearly two thousand years in the future. The Republic and the Jedi Order is no more." She rolles her eyes, "what's hard to believe about this." She took the new bottle and fresh glass that was brought to the table. She continued to speak while she poured a glass for him. "Oh I forgot, I am serving with a dead hero. Who I am now claimed to have attempted to assassinate."

Taking a drink from her own glass and let her feelings of the situation be heard in her voice, "what is not to be able to grasp about this reality, Commander Birgr." She drifted her gaze back to the glass.


Commander Birgr

Birgr took a sip of his glass. "Fair enough. I find it all hard to believe myself." He shifted in his chair and leaned a bit forward. "Look. I've been thinking. I can't seem to picture you assassinating your superior officer, even if in an illusion. On top of that, you have already proved your honor several times. The only way I can be convinced that you killed her is if Talon wakes up and tells me herself." He took another sip. "You know better than to ask me something without giving me a chance to think."


Warrior Senni

She sighed once more as she took another sip from her glass, "And yet you do nothing to reinforce the facts to which you claim to believe now. I will not lie, I truly thought she was dead and had almost sent you a message informing you of this fact. We had just been picked up by the shuttle and she was flat lined. Both medics called her time of death. It was that tree thing that met us in the hanger and called her alive. Regardless of what she does from this moment on, there is doubt in your heart as to what you may think or may even believe in me. You didn't stand up for me before and you wont stand up for me now." She slammed her drink back and finished it. "you speak of chances to think" she said standing up and slamming her glass back on the table.

"I have had more than enough time to think. You are right about one thing. I am not in that Jedi Prison any more." she said grabbing her lone blade and putting it on her back, "I woke up in hell, where I drink among snakes and enemies" she turned to leave.

Her use of the quote from their bible stung as if it were a cut by her own blades. The quote came from a story about a Azgardian warrior named Tarash, who woke up after a major battle to find himself mad. The quote originated near end of the story where Tarash enjoyed drinks among venomous snakes and traitorous allies who in his mind were all plotting to kill him. Three scenes later as Tarash attempted to deal with the madness, he allowed himself to be bitten by one of the snakes and died.


Commander Birgr

"How dare you. After I fought to save my nephew, which every Azgard present was prepared to rip him out themselves. And right now, I am the only one who believes that you are innocent, and I happen to be the one in charge. Yet you dare to compare me to a snake." Birgr downed the rest of his drink. "I got bombarded with information around this incident as soon as I got off that planet, and I've been trying to search for the truth since. Yet, somehow I feel that I am still not getting the whole story." He looked at her as he poured another glass for himself using only his periphery.


Warrior Senni

Turning to face him, "How dare me!" she half laughed, "How dare you! I don't compare you to a snake. It would be my release from this nightmare!" she stepped in to his personal space, "Yes you did defend my right. I do not deny this from your honor. However, you never told me about the technology ban. I knew those stupid gems would serve no good for us. SO I brought something that would. I have to find out from that creepy tech. And when I did the will of the Council in retrieving the weapons, which you said nothing about when I used them to get the supplies, your honor failed me. Did you stand up to Talon and tell her that you had a chance to stop it before it even started!" she stepped in even closer so that she could look right in to his soul, "NO, you said nothing. I heard most of that conversation and what I didn't hear, I read off yours and her lips!"

Backing off finally and turning, "not getting the whole story" she raised her voice turning to him and drawing her sword, "Here let me show you the whole damn story." she turned as she thrust her blade to the far corner as if to point at something in the empty corner, "Do you see him! No you don't cause for you he is not real. But I see him, I hear him! For me, he is as real as you are! He is that Jedi bastard who twisted my reality! I don't even know what reality is any more! I am caught between then and now and somewhere, sometime else! Because of him!" Turning back to him with venom dripping from every word, "Would you like to know what he is saying right now?" Birgr may never admit openly, however in that moment he tasted fear on a level he never knew before just by the way her voice crawled up his spin. "He is telling me, 'Simply kill him and prove its all just an illusion, Prisoner Zero, Five, Two, Eight, Eight!"

She let out a scream that caused Birgr to step back unaware of her state of mind anymore or her intentions. She turned once more to the corner raising her blade above her head with both hands. She hurled her long sword across the large lounge with all her might while screaming out in a mix of anger and pain. The blade ripped through the air as she continued to scream. The blade stuck in to the wall as if to kill someone sitting in a chair, "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" she yelled dropping to her knees while holding her temples, "DAMN YOU ALL!" she continued to yell as tears started to flow from her eyes, "I didn't try to kill her......I swear it....I didn't.....damn you all...." she whimpered while bending over forward and still holding her head.

The two Immortal guards rushed in with weapons at ready aiming for Senni and a look in their eyes.


Commander Birgr

Birgr turned to the two Immortals. "You two are dismissed. I'll handle this." Noticing their apprehension, he barked, "That's an order!" He knelt to Senni's side. His face was full of worry. He was very unsure of what to say. He sat on the floor and looked at her. His mind raced with different things to say, but he didn't want to trigger another outburst. So he said the only thing that he figured could lighten the mood, "What is his name, by the way? I've been meaning to ask since the duel."


Warrior Senni

With her grip slowly returning, she lifted her head to look at him. Her mind out of control once more. She could see HIM still sitting in a new chair. Somehow she had missed him. Somehow he is still alive. She could see the guards around ensuring that she doesn't snap his neck. She could feel the jolting of the shock device about her neck slowly wearing off. She looked back to her hands and see them shaking uncontrollably. She lifted her head once more to look at Birgr, "W......" she tried to speak but her voice was cut off as her body tried to recover from what her mind put her through.

She could hear the Jedi speaking in the background to one of the prison nurses. They were speaking about the level of torture that she could endure before she would pass away. He was always so polite in how he spoke of her. That was just before he inflected so much pain on her. The nurse seemed generally concerned about her well being but only looked away when they sent millions of volts through her body.

"We talked about it one time. Ariq wanted to name him, Birgr" she laughed unsure of which scene was completely real or not. Her body told her that the volts that ripped through her body just moments before were real. However her heart wanted so much to believe that she was with Birgr once more. That she was free from that nightmare. But only one could be real. Her heart sank as she realized the odds of what she wanted to be real, being true. She just laughed halfheartedly once more as she pulled herself in to a ball on the floor.


Commander Birgr

Birgr noticed her going into herself. "Woah, woah. Stay with me, sweetheart. I thought you said that Ariq didn't know." He was more concerned about her than the misinformation, but he was using it to bring her back.


Warrior Senni

Starting to let go of what only could be another illusion, she didn't lift her head. She shivered as the memory filled her mind. She could hear the wind howl and feel the bite of the air about her. "We were on maneuvers in the Northern Proving Grounds. A blizzard had separated four of us from the rest of the training unit. Ariq led us through the blinding snow storm to the safety of a cave. We built a fire and while the other two rested Ariq and I talked till the snow stop." Her body shivering from the cold her mind remembered. Her eyes never lost focus on the empty chair behind Birgr.

She could see him taking his notes like he always did. "He loved you and said that he Thor ever honored him with a son, he would want his son to carry your name." Pulling herself tighter in to a ball in an attempt to maintain her body heat as her shivering wasn't doing enough to stay off the cold.


Commander Birgr

Birgr was taken aback by this. He and his brother were close, but he never thought Ariq thought that highly of him. A tear started to form in Birgr's right eye.

He looked back at the empty chair to see what or who she was looking at; he couldn't figure ti out. As he looked back at her, he noticed her shivering. He decided to try and gt her mind out of the blizzard. "Alright, so his name is Birgr...I am honored. I never realized he thought so highly of me."


Warrior Senni

She kept looking at the him in the chair while she nodded. She watched Daz walk in to the cell and make a B-line right for the man in charge. She could hear what they were talking about as the illusion slowly started to take back over her mind. Slowly they started to fade in to the shadows once more of her mind.

She looked over to the nurse who also was drifting back to the shadows while the walls of the cell once more turned to the lounge within her illusion. Finally she turned her gaze up to him, "there were so many illusions. So many realities to swift through. They were so hard to figure out which were fake and which were real. Only to find all were fake. My prison was more than just of body." She carefully raised her hand to his face, "this illusion is the easiest to prove fake but the one I want so badly to be real."

She pulled her hand back carefully and looked around the room once more. Her keepers have once more vanished from her sight. She knew they were there. They were always there just beyond the walls of the illusion. "He loved you. You were all he inspired to be." She added


Commander Birgr

"I have good news for you. I am the reality." Birgr was trying really hard to help her come to reality. "I am Commander Birgr Heartman, leader of the Immortals, Brother to Ariq Heartman, Uncle and Champion to little Birgr Heartman. Senni, I am here, and I am on your side."


Warrior Senni

She slowly rolled to her knees as once more her grip slowly returned. The pain from the shock device was a fading memory as well as the ghostly images from her past. "you never could understand some things" she said half laughing as she tried to get up.

Using the table for support, "don't you think I had heard that before." She looked at her sword across the room and moved to recover it. However her weakened legs forced her back to the table. "I had figured one time the only way to prove you are real is to kill you. I tried it, and for what seemed like months you were dead." She turned to him with tears in her eyes once more, "there were illusions so real that I couldn't figure them out till THEY choose to free me from them."

Seeing as her weakened legs wouldn't allow her to recover her blade, she set down slowly in the chair. Her body still shaking from the experience. "The first time" she said looking from her shaking legs to his expression, "it took me two days to recover from the pain of the interrogation. I learned quickly to endure more pain and scream less. It drove them crazy one time I refused to give them even one scream. I nearly killed me, and would have had my importance to them wasn't so high."


Commander Birgr

Seeing her struggle with her sword, Birgr went over and released it from the wall. He was about to hand it to her when it struck him what she just said; She had said that she once killed him in an illusion to prove that he was real. His look went back and forth between the sword and her as he contemplated returning it.

Birgr stopped as he noticed the damage on the sword. He pulled it up closer to his face to get a closer look at it. The turned toward the wall to look at the damage there. As he noticed the residue, he turned to her and spoke, "Mind if I borrow this for a bit?"


Warrior Senni

Noting his glacing at her and his reluctance in returning her sword, she sighed. Attempting to pour herself another glass from the bottle. Her hand still shaking so much that the attempt was fruitless. Slamming the bottle back down, "still don't trust me? Fine keep it, if it makes you feel safer" she said with disguest and started to get up once more.

Standing on unsteady legs she turned to him, "if I wanted you dead, I don't need a weapon. You still drop your left when swinging to the right." She commented as she attempted to walk past him. "Anyway, this illusion is far too easy to prove its fake. Think about it."


Commander Birgr

"Well, you did just tell me that you have killed me in a past illusion and that some guy is telling you to kill me. However, that is not the reason that I need to borrow this. I think I just figured out how to prove your innocence." Birgr took his full glass and downed it. "I'll be back, please stay here." He turned to leave.


Warrior Senni

"I killed you to prove the illusion was real. It turned out being fake. Clearly killing you won't work and my heart couldn't take murdering you again." She said turning to face him, "like I said, this is too easy a fake. And I have fought and paid for the price before of listening to him." She turned to look for where he was this time. It didn't take long to find him by the door. "I never listened to him before."

"As if my word isn't enough. Fine, take it. So am I considered being held here?" She said then turned to sit down, "forget it, I most likely won't get far anyway."


Commander Birgr

Turning around briefly as Birgr got to the door, "Your word is good enough for me. I just want to berate my Immortals with it." He continued toward the med bay where Talon was kept.]]> Originally Posted: February 7 - 25, 2012
Generation Ship, Narshana
October, 1936

Commander Birgr

Birgr finished cleaning his armor with mild amusement. "I just need to keep Pigpen away from it," he muttered to himself as he put it away. He grabbed a fresh bullet to chew on. The past few hours had caused him to damage several with his teeth. His only thoughts had been on one thing...Senni.

He had come to his conclusion and felt that he needed to talk to Senni again. He asked around and discovered that she had made her way to the lounge. As he arrived, he scanned the room to see if he could find her.


Warrior Senni

Walking in to the lounge was easy enough with the two Immortals outside watching the door. They informed Birgr that Ogon had just talked with warrior Senni and that she was located within. There was clearly a sense of distrust leveled at her from his own men.

Senni set at a table in the middle of the room. Her long blond hair flopped to one side and out of order. It was not normal for her as she took pride in her hair. Her gaze was fixed in to the gold liquid spinning around in her glass. The near empty bottle nest to her told the story of what was going on in her mind. She didn't even bother to look up as he walked up to her. "Maybe I should have died on that roof top" she said with no sense of remorse or self worth. Her lone blade set at the end of the table just out of reach of her. The small hook and slides where the missing sister blade would have been hooked gave a sense of abandonment.


Commander Birgr

Birgr took the seat across from her. "That may be, but then again, if you had, I would not have such an excellent warrior in my ranks." He took the bullet out of his mouth and noticed the bottle. He figured that he was probably the reason that she dove into that bottle. He looked back up at her.


Warrior Senni

She took a sip from her glass while he spoke. The ice bounced against each other and almost echoed. The sound rang home that they were alone. She shook her head, "I am not an Immortal. I never reached that point. Remember!?" she picked up the bottle and refilled her glass once more. "You should have seen it. The night sky was blood red as the fires of the city cast our shadows long. you could hear the cries of the dead behind us. We were only children and still they feared us in the end" she remembered as she looked once more in to her glass.


Commander Birgr

"Everyone knew to fear even the young Azgardians." Birgr let out a chuckle as he smirked. "Hell. They still fear us. After two thousand years." He was hoping to lighten her mood.


Warrior Senni

"Feared? Yes, but I am the one feared. I am the one unworthy of trust." She added without taking her eyes off her glass. Once more she brought the glass back up to her mouth and took another drink. "Even you don't trust me. I know.....knew you better than anyone else."

Finally she looked up at him, her eyes red from the stress and irritation, "you turned on us. Why" she asked.


Commander Birgr

"The shot you described seems impossible. And to be fair, there has been much question as to whether or not you had a grasp of reality. If you still believed you were in some jedi illusion, it is mildly possible that you could be capable of killing what you think is an illusion. However..." Birgr motioned to the staff that he wanted another bottle of whatever she was drinking. "However, I've been noticing how you have been acting lately. If you do believe that you are in an illusion, you have come to accept what you are given." He sighed deeply before he continued.


Warrior Senni

She sighed heavily and Birgr knew in his heart that there was something that she was not being completely forth coming. "My grasp on reality is fine. I know AND believe that I am freed from the Jedi Prison and its nearly two thousand years in the future. The Republic and the Jedi Order is no more." She rolles her eyes, "what's hard to believe about this." She took the new bottle and fresh glass that was brought to the table. She continued to speak while she poured a glass for him. "Oh I forgot, I am serving with a dead hero. Who I am now claimed to have attempted to assassinate."

Taking a drink from her own glass and let her feelings of the situation be heard in her voice, "what is not to be able to grasp about this reality, Commander Birgr." She drifted her gaze back to the glass.


Commander Birgr

Birgr took a sip of his glass. "Fair enough. I find it all hard to believe myself." He shifted in his chair and leaned a bit forward. "Look. I've been thinking. I can't seem to picture you assassinating your superior officer, even if in an illusion. On top of that, you have already proved your honor several times. The only way I can be convinced that you killed her is if Talon wakes up and tells me herself." He took another sip. "You know better than to ask me something without giving me a chance to think."


Warrior Senni

She sighed once more as she took another sip from her glass, "And yet you do nothing to reinforce the facts to which you claim to believe now. I will not lie, I truly thought she was dead and had almost sent you a message informing you of this fact. We had just been picked up by the shuttle and she was flat lined. Both medics called her time of death. It was that tree thing that met us in the hanger and called her alive. Regardless of what she does from this moment on, there is doubt in your heart as to what you may think or may even believe in me. You didn't stand up for me before and you wont stand up for me now." She slammed her drink back and finished it. "you speak of chances to think" she said standing up and slamming her glass back on the table.

"I have had more than enough time to think. You are right about one thing. I am not in that Jedi Prison any more." she said grabbing her lone blade and putting it on her back, "I woke up in hell, where I drink among snakes and enemies" she turned to leave.

Her use of the quote from their bible stung as if it were a cut by her own blades. The quote came from a story about a Azgardian warrior named Tarash, who woke up after a major battle to find himself mad. The quote originated near end of the story where Tarash enjoyed drinks among venomous snakes and traitorous allies who in his mind were all plotting to kill him. Three scenes later as Tarash attempted to deal with the madness, he allowed himself to be bitten by one of the snakes and died.


Commander Birgr

"How dare you. After I fought to save my nephew, which every Azgard present was prepared to rip him out themselves. And right now, I am the only one who believes that you are innocent, and I happen to be the one in charge. Yet you dare to compare me to a snake." Birgr downed the rest of his drink. "I got bombarded with information around this incident as soon as I got off that planet, and I've been trying to search for the truth since. Yet, somehow I feel that I am still not getting the whole story." He looked at her as he poured another glass for himself using only his periphery.


Warrior Senni

Turning to face him, "How dare me!" she half laughed, "How dare you! I don't compare you to a snake. It would be my release from this nightmare!" she stepped in to his personal space, "Yes you did defend my right. I do not deny this from your honor. However, you never told me about the technology ban. I knew those stupid gems would serve no good for us. SO I brought something that would. I have to find out from that creepy tech. And when I did the will of the Council in retrieving the weapons, which you said nothing about when I used them to get the supplies, your honor failed me. Did you stand up to Talon and tell her that you had a chance to stop it before it even started!" she stepped in even closer so that she could look right in to his soul, "NO, you said nothing. I heard most of that conversation and what I didn't hear, I read off yours and her lips!"

Backing off finally and turning, "not getting the whole story" she raised her voice turning to him and drawing her sword, "Here let me show you the whole damn story." she turned as she thrust her blade to the far corner as if to point at something in the empty corner, "Do you see him! No you don't cause for you he is not real. But I see him, I hear him! For me, he is as real as you are! He is that Jedi bastard who twisted my reality! I don't even know what reality is any more! I am caught between then and now and somewhere, sometime else! Because of him!" Turning back to him with venom dripping from every word, "Would you like to know what he is saying right now?" Birgr may never admit openly, however in that moment he tasted fear on a level he never knew before just by the way her voice crawled up his spin. "He is telling me, 'Simply kill him and prove its all just an illusion, Prisoner Zero, Five, Two, Eight, Eight!"

She let out a scream that caused Birgr to step back unaware of her state of mind anymore or her intentions. She turned once more to the corner raising her blade above her head with both hands. She hurled her long sword across the large lounge with all her might while screaming out in a mix of anger and pain. The blade ripped through the air as she continued to scream. The blade stuck in to the wall as if to kill someone sitting in a chair, "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" she yelled dropping to her knees while holding her temples, "DAMN YOU ALL!" she continued to yell as tears started to flow from her eyes, "I didn't try to kill her......I swear it....I didn't.....damn you all...." she whimpered while bending over forward and still holding her head.

The two Immortal guards rushed in with weapons at ready aiming for Senni and a look in their eyes.


Commander Birgr

Birgr turned to the two Immortals. "You two are dismissed. I'll handle this." Noticing their apprehension, he barked, "That's an order!" He knelt to Senni's side. His face was full of worry. He was very unsure of what to say. He sat on the floor and looked at her. His mind raced with different things to say, but he didn't want to trigger another outburst. So he said the only thing that he figured could lighten the mood, "What is his name, by the way? I've been meaning to ask since the duel."


Warrior Senni

With her grip slowly returning, she lifted her head to look at him. Her mind out of control once more. She could see HIM still sitting in a new chair. Somehow she had missed him. Somehow he is still alive. She could see the guards around ensuring that she doesn't snap his neck. She could feel the jolting of the shock device about her neck slowly wearing off. She looked back to her hands and see them shaking uncontrollably. She lifted her head once more to look at Birgr, "W......" she tried to speak but her voice was cut off as her body tried to recover from what her mind put her through.

She could hear the Jedi speaking in the background to one of the prison nurses. They were speaking about the level of torture that she could endure before she would pass away. He was always so polite in how he spoke of her. That was just before he inflected so much pain on her. The nurse seemed generally concerned about her well being but only looked away when they sent millions of volts through her body.

"We talked about it one time. Ariq wanted to name him, Birgr" she laughed unsure of which scene was completely real or not. Her body told her that the volts that ripped through her body just moments before were real. However her heart wanted so much to believe that she was with Birgr once more. That she was free from that nightmare. But only one could be real. Her heart sank as she realized the odds of what she wanted to be real, being true. She just laughed halfheartedly once more as she pulled herself in to a ball on the floor.


Commander Birgr

Birgr noticed her going into herself. "Woah, woah. Stay with me, sweetheart. I thought you said that Ariq didn't know." He was more concerned about her than the misinformation, but he was using it to bring her back.


Warrior Senni

Starting to let go of what only could be another illusion, she didn't lift her head. She shivered as the memory filled her mind. She could hear the wind howl and feel the bite of the air about her. "We were on maneuvers in the Northern Proving Grounds. A blizzard had separated four of us from the rest of the training unit. Ariq led us through the blinding snow storm to the safety of a cave. We built a fire and while the other two rested Ariq and I talked till the snow stop." Her body shivering from the cold her mind remembered. Her eyes never lost focus on the empty chair behind Birgr.

She could see him taking his notes like he always did. "He loved you and said that he Thor ever honored him with a son, he would want his son to carry your name." Pulling herself tighter in to a ball in an attempt to maintain her body heat as her shivering wasn't doing enough to stay off the cold.


Commander Birgr

Birgr was taken aback by this. He and his brother were close, but he never thought Ariq thought that highly of him. A tear started to form in Birgr's right eye.

He looked back at the empty chair to see what or who she was looking at; he couldn't figure ti out. As he looked back at her, he noticed her shivering. He decided to try and gt her mind out of the blizzard. "Alright, so his name is Birgr...I am honored. I never realized he thought so highly of me."


Warrior Senni

She kept looking at the him in the chair while she nodded. She watched Daz walk in to the cell and make a B-line right for the man in charge. She could hear what they were talking about as the illusion slowly started to take back over her mind. Slowly they started to fade in to the shadows once more of her mind.

She looked over to the nurse who also was drifting back to the shadows while the walls of the cell once more turned to the lounge within her illusion. Finally she turned her gaze up to him, "there were so many illusions. So many realities to swift through. They were so hard to figure out which were fake and which were real. Only to find all were fake. My prison was more than just of body." She carefully raised her hand to his face, "this illusion is the easiest to prove fake but the one I want so badly to be real."

She pulled her hand back carefully and looked around the room once more. Her keepers have once more vanished from her sight. She knew they were there. They were always there just beyond the walls of the illusion. "He loved you. You were all he inspired to be." She added


Commander Birgr

"I have good news for you. I am the reality." Birgr was trying really hard to help her come to reality. "I am Commander Birgr Heartman, leader of the Immortals, Brother to Ariq Heartman, Uncle and Champion to little Birgr Heartman. Senni, I am here, and I am on your side."


Warrior Senni

She slowly rolled to her knees as once more her grip slowly returned. The pain from the shock device was a fading memory as well as the ghostly images from her past. "you never could understand some things" she said half laughing as she tried to get up.

Using the table for support, "don't you think I had heard that before." She looked at her sword across the room and moved to recover it. However her weakened legs forced her back to the table. "I had figured one time the only way to prove you are real is to kill you. I tried it, and for what seemed like months you were dead." She turned to him with tears in her eyes once more, "there were illusions so real that I couldn't figure them out till THEY choose to free me from them."

Seeing as her weakened legs wouldn't allow her to recover her blade, she set down slowly in the chair. Her body still shaking from the experience. "The first time" she said looking from her shaking legs to his expression, "it took me two days to recover from the pain of the interrogation. I learned quickly to endure more pain and scream less. It drove them crazy one time I refused to give them even one scream. I nearly killed me, and would have had my importance to them wasn't so high."


Commander Birgr

Seeing her struggle with her sword, Birgr went over and released it from the wall. He was about to hand it to her when it struck him what she just said; She had said that she once killed him in an illusion to prove that he was real. His look went back and forth between the sword and her as he contemplated returning it.

Birgr stopped as he noticed the damage on the sword. He pulled it up closer to his face to get a closer look at it. The turned toward the wall to look at the damage there. As he noticed the residue, he turned to her and spoke, "Mind if I borrow this for a bit?"


Warrior Senni

Noting his glacing at her and his reluctance in returning her sword, she sighed. Attempting to pour herself another glass from the bottle. Her hand still shaking so much that the attempt was fruitless. Slamming the bottle back down, "still don't trust me? Fine keep it, if it makes you feel safer" she said with disguest and started to get up once more.

Standing on unsteady legs she turned to him, "if I wanted you dead, I don't need a weapon. You still drop your left when swinging to the right." She commented as she attempted to walk past him. "Anyway, this illusion is far too easy to prove its fake. Think about it."


Commander Birgr

"Well, you did just tell me that you have killed me in a past illusion and that some guy is telling you to kill me. However, that is not the reason that I need to borrow this. I think I just figured out how to prove your innocence." Birgr took his full glass and downed it. "I'll be back, please stay here." He turned to leave.


Warrior Senni

"I killed you to prove the illusion was real. It turned out being fake. Clearly killing you won't work and my heart couldn't take murdering you again." She said turning to face him, "like I said, this is too easy a fake. And I have fought and paid for the price before of listening to him." She turned to look for where he was this time. It didn't take long to find him by the door. "I never listened to him before."

"As if my word isn't enough. Fine, take it. So am I considered being held here?" She said then turned to sit down, "forget it, I most likely won't get far anyway."


Commander Birgr

Turning around briefly as Birgr got to the door, "Your word is good enough for me. I just want to berate my Immortals with it." He continued toward the med bay where Talon was kept.]]> <![CDATA[Jedi Master Daz Murl and Carissa Koo'Lak]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=34 Wed, 10 Jul 2013 05:55:14 -0700 Akirapryde]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=34 Originally Posted: February 4 - 5, 2012
Azgardian Assault Shuttle
In route To the Core World of Mearisa
October 1st, 1936

Master Murl

When Jedi Master Daz Murl was Padawan Daz Murl, traveling aboard an Azgard assault shuttle had taken some getting used to. Over the years, this mode of transportation had become very familiar to him, if not always entirely comfortable. However, it was not physical comfort he had so fervently sought throughout his lifetime. Rather, it was spiritual contentment which he longed for but had all too often eluded him. He knew that the key to unlocking this inner peace was hidden behind the mystery of who he was. Now, as he made strides to purge chaos from his life, he found his footing on the path of the light side ever more secure. As he made progress, he could feel himself nearing the answers that had remained hidden from him since birth.

Daz had learned much from his encounter with the Force spirit of Jedi Master Preena Tabanne, and it was his intention to heed her wisdom. Among other things, this meant that he would have to forsake knowledge about his family and their history, even though he had just concluded that Jedi Master Qu'Wash was his biological father based on information Master Tabanne herself had provided.

With this solemn knowledge, Daz now meditated aboard the assault shuttle. He reached out with the Force and sensed those around him. He could feel the restlessness of the Azgardians. He had begun to understand their need for warfare. It was nearly as great as his own need to breath the atmosphere of his homeworld. The difference was that he owned an antiox breathmask that filtered the air he breathed through filters of Dorin isotopes. The Azgardians craved action, and they had been without it for far too long. Priestess Fury had helped him understand that their hunger for combat was biological, not behavioral. Now, sensing their craving to fight, he was actually able to feel sympathy for their plight.

One Azgardian, however, was different. He knew that she was technically the biological daughter of both his friend, Bothan, adopted Azgardian, and Jedi Padawan Ogon Koo'Lak, and of the presumably destroyed warship, Ka-riss-ah. However, there was much about her being that was anything but biological. It was time that he learned more about this young woman.

Opening his eyes, Daz peered through his goggles and located her. Gathering up the goods his best friend Jedi Angelique Heartman had procured for him in the last city they had visited on Fra, the world once known as Naboo, he stood and made his way over to Carissa. Sitting down beside her, Daz withdrew a spool of black thread from his bundle of supplies and threaded it deftly through the eye of a needle, utilizing the claw-like nails at his fingertips.

"Hello, Carissa," Daz greeted her in a friendly tone. "I would like to discuss a matter with you that I wish to better understand," he explained, unrolling a bolt of black fabric as he spoke.


Carissa

Looking up from her console she smiled back towards the man that she has come to respect as Jedi Master Murl. The images on the console seemed to shift and twist from his sight ensuring that he could not see what she was working on directly in front of her. With a wave of her hand, the console went black, "What might I assist you with Master Murl?" she replied with a glimmer in her eye and a soft smile across her lips.

She had learned that showing, at the very least, the physical signs of emotions tended help others deal with her. She had over heard a few times that she was 'creepy' due to her lack of emotions. It was something that bothered her but she couldn't place a reason to why it bothered her. She ran a few analysis of the situation and realized that organic beings were just simply illogical and it was better to pander to that ill-logic behavior if she was to have normal relations with the others.


Master Murl

Noting that Carissa had made certain he did not see what she had been working on, Daz wondered if it had anything to do with the blood samples she had requested, but he would pursue that line of inquiry another time. "I'm interested in learning what your thoughts are on sentience in relation to artificial intelligence," he replied as he stood, draping the fabric around him to estimate measurements.

"I feel that your perspective will grant me unique insight into this subject. I have always held to the belief that life, in all its forms, is worthy of deep respect. The prevalent view throughout the galaxy we left behind was that droids were limited to their programming and were treated as machines rather than intelligences. I, on the other hand, have speculated that a droid can exceed its programming and evolve into a sentient artificial lifeform, if allowed to. I am not suggesting that you are a droid, of course," he assured her.

Fellow Kel Dor, Baran Do Sage, and his own Jedi Padawan, Swip Larn, had lent him her knife on Fra, which he now delicately drew from its sheath fixed to his belt. He began to cut the fabric to size as he continued, "Did you inherit your mother's knowledge on this topic, and what thoughts of your own do you have about the potential for sentience to evolve in artificial intelligences?"


Carissa

She made sure to blink while he talked as her mind ran through the hundred or so calculations of the project she was tasked with. It wasn't that she was bored with what he was talking about. In fact it was quite the opposite. She paused nearly half of her calculations that were deemed a lower priority so she could run her own independent calculations regarding sentient artificial lifeforms. It was an interesting prospect that something could achieve its own measure of awareness. However there were a great deal of flaws in his concepts.

"Master Murl, there are millions of files which support and dispute your argument. Nothing of what I am finding will grant and measure of assurance to one side or another. If life can be described as exceeding the basic parameters to which it was created to do, than would it not be correct in the assumption that what is consider traditional lifeforms are not lifeforms at all. Consider you, Master Murl, you are what you have been designed to be. Every step to which you make to further your goal of being a Jedi Master is only following the path that was set before you. If we measure life in the form that it exceeds its intended propose, than you, Master Murl would not qualify as a Life Form."

She looked around and closed her eyes, "This ship which we are aboard was never designed to operate in the situation to which we are in current. She has had to write several new programs which would make our extended operations possible. The new navigation program that she and I wrote a few weeks ago has actually made this trip possible. Under your thought process, Stjerne would be a life form while you would not."

She opened her eyes and looked back at him, "My personal thoughts are simple. I am what I am. Stjerne is what she is. And you are what you are. It is what we all were created to be."


Master Murl

Daz nodded, sheathing Swip's knife. "Thank you, Carissa. You have certainly given me much to contemplate," he remarked thoughtfully. He gathered together the fabric, needle, and thread along with his other supplies. After carrying the bundle back to the corner of the assault shuttle he now knew as Stjerne, in which he had previously been mediating, he sat back down and began to sew the black fabric together. Gradually, it began to take the shape of layered robes and a thick, hooded cloak. As he ran the final stitches through his new garments, he overheard Senni shouting at Birgr in anger.

Reminded of a time long past, Daz thought about the nervous breakdown he had experienced following the disaster over Coruscant. With the heavy weight of the casualties he had unwittingly shared responsibility for inflicting already crushing his conscience, it had been the feeling of condemnation and emotional abandonment he had perceived from his friends that had ultimately broken his psyche. Through the Force, Daz could sense the shadowy grip of isolation wrapping itself around Senni. "There is freedom in madness," he whispered softly to himself, setting his finished robes and cloak to one side. He knew that the ethically questionable interrogation techniques of Jedi investigators had led to her mental instability, but were the words of her superior officers making her question her self-worth?

Standing once more, Daz began to search through the tools stowed aboard Stjerne. Upon finding the snips he required for his next project, he sat back down on the floor and unhooked his lightsaber from his utility belt. Ejecting the weapon's diatium power cell and removing its power vortex ring, he peered inside its hilt and made the necessary estimates. Retrieving the lead sheeting from his bundle of supplies, he picked up the snips and deftly cut away the proper amount of metal. Bending it to snugly line the inert power insulator, he inserted the new lead piece. Replacing the other components, he hefted his lightsaber in his hands. Although he found the difference in weight negligible, he took the time to familiarize himself with his improved lightsaber's balance all the same.

Once satisfied, Daz hooked his lightsaber to his utility belt and bundled up the leftover supplies, which he stood to stow in an empty compartment. After folding his new robes and cloak and placing them in his pack, he once more returned to the floor. He drew his legs up under himself, crossed them in a lotus position, and brought his fingertips together to form a steeple. He calmed his mind and drew on the Force, drifting into a state of deep meditation. First, he focused on the fate of the Twi'lek named Nafia who had been abducted by Dark Jedi slavers on Fra. Eventually, however, he centered his meditation on the present and near future, preparing himself for what he was soon meant to face on the Core World of Mearisa.]]> Originally Posted: February 4 - 5, 2012
Azgardian Assault Shuttle
In route To the Core World of Mearisa
October 1st, 1936

Master Murl

When Jedi Master Daz Murl was Padawan Daz Murl, traveling aboard an Azgard assault shuttle had taken some getting used to. Over the years, this mode of transportation had become very familiar to him, if not always entirely comfortable. However, it was not physical comfort he had so fervently sought throughout his lifetime. Rather, it was spiritual contentment which he longed for but had all too often eluded him. He knew that the key to unlocking this inner peace was hidden behind the mystery of who he was. Now, as he made strides to purge chaos from his life, he found his footing on the path of the light side ever more secure. As he made progress, he could feel himself nearing the answers that had remained hidden from him since birth.

Daz had learned much from his encounter with the Force spirit of Jedi Master Preena Tabanne, and it was his intention to heed her wisdom. Among other things, this meant that he would have to forsake knowledge about his family and their history, even though he had just concluded that Jedi Master Qu'Wash was his biological father based on information Master Tabanne herself had provided.

With this solemn knowledge, Daz now meditated aboard the assault shuttle. He reached out with the Force and sensed those around him. He could feel the restlessness of the Azgardians. He had begun to understand their need for warfare. It was nearly as great as his own need to breath the atmosphere of his homeworld. The difference was that he owned an antiox breathmask that filtered the air he breathed through filters of Dorin isotopes. The Azgardians craved action, and they had been without it for far too long. Priestess Fury had helped him understand that their hunger for combat was biological, not behavioral. Now, sensing their craving to fight, he was actually able to feel sympathy for their plight.

One Azgardian, however, was different. He knew that she was technically the biological daughter of both his friend, Bothan, adopted Azgardian, and Jedi Padawan Ogon Koo'Lak, and of the presumably destroyed warship, Ka-riss-ah. However, there was much about her being that was anything but biological. It was time that he learned more about this young woman.

Opening his eyes, Daz peered through his goggles and located her. Gathering up the goods his best friend Jedi Angelique Heartman had procured for him in the last city they had visited on Fra, the world once known as Naboo, he stood and made his way over to Carissa. Sitting down beside her, Daz withdrew a spool of black thread from his bundle of supplies and threaded it deftly through the eye of a needle, utilizing the claw-like nails at his fingertips.

"Hello, Carissa," Daz greeted her in a friendly tone. "I would like to discuss a matter with you that I wish to better understand," he explained, unrolling a bolt of black fabric as he spoke.


Carissa

Looking up from her console she smiled back towards the man that she has come to respect as Jedi Master Murl. The images on the console seemed to shift and twist from his sight ensuring that he could not see what she was working on directly in front of her. With a wave of her hand, the console went black, "What might I assist you with Master Murl?" she replied with a glimmer in her eye and a soft smile across her lips.

She had learned that showing, at the very least, the physical signs of emotions tended help others deal with her. She had over heard a few times that she was 'creepy' due to her lack of emotions. It was something that bothered her but she couldn't place a reason to why it bothered her. She ran a few analysis of the situation and realized that organic beings were just simply illogical and it was better to pander to that ill-logic behavior if she was to have normal relations with the others.


Master Murl

Noting that Carissa had made certain he did not see what she had been working on, Daz wondered if it had anything to do with the blood samples she had requested, but he would pursue that line of inquiry another time. "I'm interested in learning what your thoughts are on sentience in relation to artificial intelligence," he replied as he stood, draping the fabric around him to estimate measurements.

"I feel that your perspective will grant me unique insight into this subject. I have always held to the belief that life, in all its forms, is worthy of deep respect. The prevalent view throughout the galaxy we left behind was that droids were limited to their programming and were treated as machines rather than intelligences. I, on the other hand, have speculated that a droid can exceed its programming and evolve into a sentient artificial lifeform, if allowed to. I am not suggesting that you are a droid, of course," he assured her.

Fellow Kel Dor, Baran Do Sage, and his own Jedi Padawan, Swip Larn, had lent him her knife on Fra, which he now delicately drew from its sheath fixed to his belt. He began to cut the fabric to size as he continued, "Did you inherit your mother's knowledge on this topic, and what thoughts of your own do you have about the potential for sentience to evolve in artificial intelligences?"


Carissa

She made sure to blink while he talked as her mind ran through the hundred or so calculations of the project she was tasked with. It wasn't that she was bored with what he was talking about. In fact it was quite the opposite. She paused nearly half of her calculations that were deemed a lower priority so she could run her own independent calculations regarding sentient artificial lifeforms. It was an interesting prospect that something could achieve its own measure of awareness. However there were a great deal of flaws in his concepts.

"Master Murl, there are millions of files which support and dispute your argument. Nothing of what I am finding will grant and measure of assurance to one side or another. If life can be described as exceeding the basic parameters to which it was created to do, than would it not be correct in the assumption that what is consider traditional lifeforms are not lifeforms at all. Consider you, Master Murl, you are what you have been designed to be. Every step to which you make to further your goal of being a Jedi Master is only following the path that was set before you. If we measure life in the form that it exceeds its intended propose, than you, Master Murl would not qualify as a Life Form."

She looked around and closed her eyes, "This ship which we are aboard was never designed to operate in the situation to which we are in current. She has had to write several new programs which would make our extended operations possible. The new navigation program that she and I wrote a few weeks ago has actually made this trip possible. Under your thought process, Stjerne would be a life form while you would not."

She opened her eyes and looked back at him, "My personal thoughts are simple. I am what I am. Stjerne is what she is. And you are what you are. It is what we all were created to be."


Master Murl

Daz nodded, sheathing Swip's knife. "Thank you, Carissa. You have certainly given me much to contemplate," he remarked thoughtfully. He gathered together the fabric, needle, and thread along with his other supplies. After carrying the bundle back to the corner of the assault shuttle he now knew as Stjerne, in which he had previously been mediating, he sat back down and began to sew the black fabric together. Gradually, it began to take the shape of layered robes and a thick, hooded cloak. As he ran the final stitches through his new garments, he overheard Senni shouting at Birgr in anger.

Reminded of a time long past, Daz thought about the nervous breakdown he had experienced following the disaster over Coruscant. With the heavy weight of the casualties he had unwittingly shared responsibility for inflicting already crushing his conscience, it had been the feeling of condemnation and emotional abandonment he had perceived from his friends that had ultimately broken his psyche. Through the Force, Daz could sense the shadowy grip of isolation wrapping itself around Senni. "There is freedom in madness," he whispered softly to himself, setting his finished robes and cloak to one side. He knew that the ethically questionable interrogation techniques of Jedi investigators had led to her mental instability, but were the words of her superior officers making her question her self-worth?

Standing once more, Daz began to search through the tools stowed aboard Stjerne. Upon finding the snips he required for his next project, he sat back down on the floor and unhooked his lightsaber from his utility belt. Ejecting the weapon's diatium power cell and removing its power vortex ring, he peered inside its hilt and made the necessary estimates. Retrieving the lead sheeting from his bundle of supplies, he picked up the snips and deftly cut away the proper amount of metal. Bending it to snugly line the inert power insulator, he inserted the new lead piece. Replacing the other components, he hefted his lightsaber in his hands. Although he found the difference in weight negligible, he took the time to familiarize himself with his improved lightsaber's balance all the same.

Once satisfied, Daz hooked his lightsaber to his utility belt and bundled up the leftover supplies, which he stood to stow in an empty compartment. After folding his new robes and cloak and placing them in his pack, he once more returned to the floor. He drew his legs up under himself, crossed them in a lotus position, and brought his fingertips together to form a steeple. He calmed his mind and drew on the Force, drifting into a state of deep meditation. First, he focused on the fate of the Twi'lek named Nafia who had been abducted by Dark Jedi slavers on Fra. Eventually, however, he centered his meditation on the present and near future, preparing himself for what he was soon meant to face on the Core World of Mearisa.]]> <![CDATA[Commander Birgr Heartman and Jedi Master Angelique Heartman (Market Scene)]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=33 Tue, 09 Jul 2013 17:45:48 -0700 Akirapryde]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=33 Originally Posted: January 31 - February 5, 2012
Frozen Forests of Darven Proviance
Socialist People's Republic of Fra
Mid Rim World of Fra
September 25th, 1936

Commander Heartman

As Senni, Urd, and Pigpen walked off Birgr muttered a few expletives under his breath referring to Senni's craftiness. He let his eyes fall to his foot as he kicked a few stones around. The air became very awkward with the silence, but he had no idea what to say.


Master Heartman

Angel wonder why Senni had offer to revive Daz's supplies with her and the other two Azgards, she thought it was odd they was offering there weapons for supplies when Azgards have trouble letting go of there own belongings.

Angel her train of thought was lost on that when she look at Birgr for an moment realizing they was alone. She looked down at the ground feeling awkward. She brought herself and open her mouth to speak.

“I though about my decision about us.” She pause as she gather her thoughts. "I want us to have an relationship, but there cant be any attachments.”

The statement left awkward to her like she was unsure how to word it but she had tried her best. She believed in herself she could do this relationship knowing it would be an challenge.


Commander Birgr

Birgr looked at her when she started to speak. When she finished her statement, he had a puzzled look on his face. What she said made no sense.

"What do you mean?"


Master Heartman

Angel thinks for an moment about how she could explain what she meant then it dawn on her.

“Alright I think I know how to make this easier to understand. As an Azgard true born your duty will always be protecting and serving to Azgard first before doing other things. The Jedi are a lot like this we place the order though first.”

She thinks it over. “My order will always come first, just like being a true born for you will always come first. We can have an relationship just we have to be careful to get focus into only us we have to stay true to who we are first. Do you understand?” She asked him.


Commander Heartman

"Okay, I can follow that." Birgr was still a bit confused. "So...what does that entail exactly?"


Master Heartman

Angel thinks for a moment. She wasn't even sure what that entails. She looked down for a moment trying to figure out the best way she could explain. She then looks back up from the ground and looks at Birgr.

Her mind seem conflicted a bit at that part since she was raised with the belief that since she was an Azgard Jedi her service was always to the Azgard's first and the Jedi second and now she has to do the opposite of what she had been raised with. “Am not sure what that entails.”

She thinks about it for an moment. “ I know I have to be an Jedi first before an Azgard, and I know I have to talk to my sister about that. By telling her that I was wrong about the choose I had made when I said Azgard.” She said as she thinks.


Commander Birgr

Birgr was still confused. He decided not to spend much more time trying to figure it out, especially since she didn't seem to understand either.

"Well, I guess I will let you take the lead on this whole relationship thing, then, since you seem to have a better idea of what that means than you can express."


Master Heartman

"Well, I guess I will let you take the lead on this whole relationship thing, then, since you seem to have a better idea of what that means than you can express."

Angel thinks for a moment to be honest she had no clue and still was trying to figer out how to explain it herself. She wonders if she should talk to Visst more about it but thinks about that wondering if Visst ever gets bugged with so may people only coming to him for the answers.

Then she recalls Visst's halo disk that he had maybe looking though them she would find the answers she needed and figer this thing out.

"Alright that sound's good with me." she smiles at Birgr hoping she can figer it out.


Commander Birgr

Birgr smirked a little. He no longer felt the aggravation from the previous night; there may be hope yet.

He indicated the way to the street with a slight bow. "After you, my lady."


Master Heartman

Angel gives an slight blush as she moves towards the way he indicated leading the way. "Thank you" She said. "Though now I wonder what odd thing Daz is creating this time to wear. The last time he requested fabric's he made himself an orange outfit" At least she though it was orange.


Commander Birgr

Birgr decided to allow the subject to change while allowing the two of them to talk. He simply enjoyed listening to her talk.

"Orange?"


Master Heartman

Angel nodded her head "Yea orange. Never really like how they looked. I though about burning them once." She says joking a little.

She tried to remember exactly when he did this. "He was wearing them when we went to the planet of the crusade."


Commander Birgr

Birgr's curiosity was peeked. "Oh?"


Master Heartman

Angel nodded her head as she decided to tell Birgr a bit what had happen there on the planet.

"That's we're we found Master Mar's star fighter. We had to go the planet of the crusade because the sword was there. The crusade's was an only human organization with there own beliefs. They we're averaged looking people that would easily be missed unless you know how to look for them. They created these shadow stalkers which where made to kill Jedi. They wanted to keep all forces users checked and under control because they fear them."


Commander Birgr

Birgr listened as she continued her story.


Master Heartman

"These shadow stalkers would always come in an pair of three, some force powers like effect mind didn't effect them at all. Each time we went up against them they seemed stronger then before."

She said "Do you have any questions you would like to asked?" She said looking at him as they walked.


Commander Birgr

"No. No. Please continue."


Master Heartman

Angel nods her head. "I only have manged to kill two i believed. Am glad they don't exist anymore but i do wonder what ever happen with the crusaders" She thinks for an moment.


Commander Birgr

Birgr shrugged. At this moment he realized how long it must have been since they started the talk. "We should probably meet up with the others and make our way back to the camp."


Master Heartman

Angel nodded in agreement as she leads the search to find the others.]]> Originally Posted: January 31 - February 5, 2012
Frozen Forests of Darven Proviance
Socialist People's Republic of Fra
Mid Rim World of Fra
September 25th, 1936

Commander Heartman

As Senni, Urd, and Pigpen walked off Birgr muttered a few expletives under his breath referring to Senni's craftiness. He let his eyes fall to his foot as he kicked a few stones around. The air became very awkward with the silence, but he had no idea what to say.


Master Heartman

Angel wonder why Senni had offer to revive Daz's supplies with her and the other two Azgards, she thought it was odd they was offering there weapons for supplies when Azgards have trouble letting go of there own belongings.

Angel her train of thought was lost on that when she look at Birgr for an moment realizing they was alone. She looked down at the ground feeling awkward. She brought herself and open her mouth to speak.

“I though about my decision about us.” She pause as she gather her thoughts. "I want us to have an relationship, but there cant be any attachments.”

The statement left awkward to her like she was unsure how to word it but she had tried her best. She believed in herself she could do this relationship knowing it would be an challenge.


Commander Birgr

Birgr looked at her when she started to speak. When she finished her statement, he had a puzzled look on his face. What she said made no sense.

"What do you mean?"


Master Heartman

Angel thinks for an moment about how she could explain what she meant then it dawn on her.

“Alright I think I know how to make this easier to understand. As an Azgard true born your duty will always be protecting and serving to Azgard first before doing other things. The Jedi are a lot like this we place the order though first.”

She thinks it over. “My order will always come first, just like being a true born for you will always come first. We can have an relationship just we have to be careful to get focus into only us we have to stay true to who we are first. Do you understand?” She asked him.


Commander Heartman

"Okay, I can follow that." Birgr was still a bit confused. "So...what does that entail exactly?"


Master Heartman

Angel thinks for a moment. She wasn't even sure what that entails. She looked down for a moment trying to figure out the best way she could explain. She then looks back up from the ground and looks at Birgr.

Her mind seem conflicted a bit at that part since she was raised with the belief that since she was an Azgard Jedi her service was always to the Azgard's first and the Jedi second and now she has to do the opposite of what she had been raised with. “Am not sure what that entails.”

She thinks about it for an moment. “ I know I have to be an Jedi first before an Azgard, and I know I have to talk to my sister about that. By telling her that I was wrong about the choose I had made when I said Azgard.” She said as she thinks.


Commander Birgr

Birgr was still confused. He decided not to spend much more time trying to figure it out, especially since she didn't seem to understand either.

"Well, I guess I will let you take the lead on this whole relationship thing, then, since you seem to have a better idea of what that means than you can express."


Master Heartman

"Well, I guess I will let you take the lead on this whole relationship thing, then, since you seem to have a better idea of what that means than you can express."

Angel thinks for a moment to be honest she had no clue and still was trying to figer out how to explain it herself. She wonders if she should talk to Visst more about it but thinks about that wondering if Visst ever gets bugged with so may people only coming to him for the answers.

Then she recalls Visst's halo disk that he had maybe looking though them she would find the answers she needed and figer this thing out.

"Alright that sound's good with me." she smiles at Birgr hoping she can figer it out.


Commander Birgr

Birgr smirked a little. He no longer felt the aggravation from the previous night; there may be hope yet.

He indicated the way to the street with a slight bow. "After you, my lady."


Master Heartman

Angel gives an slight blush as she moves towards the way he indicated leading the way. "Thank you" She said. "Though now I wonder what odd thing Daz is creating this time to wear. The last time he requested fabric's he made himself an orange outfit" At least she though it was orange.


Commander Birgr

Birgr decided to allow the subject to change while allowing the two of them to talk. He simply enjoyed listening to her talk.

"Orange?"


Master Heartman

Angel nodded her head "Yea orange. Never really like how they looked. I though about burning them once." She says joking a little.

She tried to remember exactly when he did this. "He was wearing them when we went to the planet of the crusade."


Commander Birgr

Birgr's curiosity was peeked. "Oh?"


Master Heartman

Angel nodded her head as she decided to tell Birgr a bit what had happen there on the planet.

"That's we're we found Master Mar's star fighter. We had to go the planet of the crusade because the sword was there. The crusade's was an only human organization with there own beliefs. They we're averaged looking people that would easily be missed unless you know how to look for them. They created these shadow stalkers which where made to kill Jedi. They wanted to keep all forces users checked and under control because they fear them."


Commander Birgr

Birgr listened as she continued her story.


Master Heartman

"These shadow stalkers would always come in an pair of three, some force powers like effect mind didn't effect them at all. Each time we went up against them they seemed stronger then before."

She said "Do you have any questions you would like to asked?" She said looking at him as they walked.


Commander Birgr

"No. No. Please continue."


Master Heartman

Angel nods her head. "I only have manged to kill two i believed. Am glad they don't exist anymore but i do wonder what ever happen with the crusaders" She thinks for an moment.


Commander Birgr

Birgr shrugged. At this moment he realized how long it must have been since they started the talk. "We should probably meet up with the others and make our way back to the camp."


Master Heartman

Angel nodded in agreement as she leads the search to find the others.]]> <![CDATA[Warlord Fiolla Heartman, Commander Birgr Heartman and Warrior Senni Heartman]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=31 Mon, 08 Jul 2013 21:48:44 -0700 Akirapryde]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=31 Trails of Fire
Originally Posted: February 2 - 4, 2012
Azgardian Assault Shuttle
On Route Mearisa
September 19th, 1936

Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

Talon walked up to Birgr and two other warriors calmly, with that look in her eye. I need to speak with Birgr alone please. As the warriors gathered their things, Talon took a look over her shoulder and saw that Senni was near the front of the shuttle speaking with the medics. She nodded as the warriors departed, “Thank you for your understanding” she tried to sound respectful but something in her tone told of a serious conversation come. Once they were alone, she set next to Birgr, “I have a problem” she said and waited for him to prepare himself for what was coming.

“I was doing routine inspection of our arms. I discovered blood on Senni's blades. I asked her where it was from and she told me that she killed seven men on the little outing you guys took to the market.” Talon held up a hand to wave off any comments that might have come, “She didn't lay blame on you or anyone else. She said that she had traded her blasters for supplies. At the time she figured it was a good and sound idea. However Pigpen had informed her later about the Council's ruling regarding High Technology. She said that she had attempted to recover the blasters and during that attempt that blades were crossed and the first man was slain. The rest is pretty much unimportant from there. In the end, seven men are dead at the hands of one of our warriors.”

Once more looking over to see Senni still talking with the medics. “I want to know what your thoughts are on this.”


Commander Birgr

Birgr let out a sigh. This is the first he had gotten the details of what happened, and he didn't like the news he was hearing.

"I have been undermined." He shifted his position, uncomfortably. "I was aware that she had traded the blasters, as the stones were inefficient trade and we couldn't wait for approval from the council to figure out what else to do." There was a slight tone of bitterness as he stated that. "I had no idea that she intended on retrieving them when she, Urd, and Pigpen were sent to retrieve the additional list Daz had sent Angel. I do take responsibility for letting her out of my sight as I said I would not." His shame was shown for a moment, but changed as he continued. "At least we can tell that she is of sound mind."

He knew he was in trouble, and rightly so, since he did go back on his word.


Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

She nodded with disappointment, "I am disappointed that you did not have had better control of the situation. But I do not blame you. After speaking with Carissa who was also there, it would appear that Senni was pretty clever, much credit to the school which she scored so high in." Talon looked back once more at Senni and the medics, "While there is no evidence that she had planned to kill anyone. IT is possible that the scene unfolded just the way she said it did. I do not like the idea that my warriors are taking matters in to their own hands and civilians are paying the price. It is a trend I plan on correcting."

Talon looked back to Birgr and shook her head, "She did not blame you nor even attempted to hide her actions. While this would support your claim of sound mind, I disagree. I can't put my finger on it. There is something not completely right. I plan is to remove her from her Immortal Status and take personal charge of her. I want her close to me so I can keep an eye on her." Talon thought for a moment.

She had been part of a very similar conversation between her former Immortal Commander and his superior. They were deciding her fate within the Immortals. It was claimed that she was too young, too goal driven and too inexperienced. Her Commander had faith in her but was never given the chance to speak. The order was given and Talon had to wait one more year before she could rejoin the Elite group of warriors. She would not make this mistake.

Taking in a deep breath, "This is my plan. What are your thoughts on this?" It was not Azgardian to seek such opinions after a plan had been decided upon. However, she had become more than her parts. She had Visst AND Daz to thank for this change in her command style. Hopefully it would not blow up in her face.


Commander Birgr

Birgr was a little unerved. It was unlike the Talon he knew to ask for advice. In tandum with the way she had been talking lately, he was starting to become concerned.

"I think it may be for the best. It will allow be to focus more on my mission at hand instead of keeping an eye on her. She is still dangerous, especially since she is as crafty as she is. On the other hand, more action may be better. Ultimately, you are the Commanding Officer."


Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

Talon nodded at his statements, "I agree completely" she said and noted the look in his eyes. "I know that there are many things before us which are uncharted. I mean to try to do somethings differently. Maybe taking some of what the Jedi can offer in terms of wisdom and apply it in our own special way." She glanced back once more at Senni, "I wanted your advice to give you, her commander a chance to speak your opinion of her. You know her better than I do. Truth be told, I don't trust her. As I said before, there is something which I can't put my finger on. Something dangerous about her."


Commander Birgr

Birgr let out a smirk. "More dangerous than she already is? She has always been crafty, but I think you are right. She seems to have some sort of hidden agenda. Not that it would be directly against us, but it could prove to be disastrous."


Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

sighing as she turned to face Birgr once more, "I don't think its a hidden agenda. I agree it would not be leveled against us. And I also agree that it could prove problem some at the least. Do me a favor, the next chance you get on mission, talk with Master Visst or Daz about it. Not that I have anything against my sister. Its just that she tends to see only the good in everyone. Than again, I hate to say this. We need Master Murl's um, well, sense of paranoia in this one. His skills would also help."

Looking down at the speeder bike they are talking next to, "Maybe it might be wise to not tell Master Murl all the details and let him come to his own conclusions" she explained then lifted her eyes back to his, "This way he won't be tainted by our opinion of the situation. It would be easier for him to reach a conclusion if his vision is clear of our opinions."


Commander Birgr

Birgr scowled a little at the mention of Master Murl. He has been more trouble than he is worth.

"Yes, sir. Is there anything else you need of me?"


Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

She knew all too well how much Master Murl had been a thorn in everyone's side. But that was then and in the past. She was not about to allow some bad feeling and his reputation get the best of their team. "Wait till you are sure you can speak with him alone. Maybe once we arrive at our destination. Just keep the facts limit for the time being. If Senni is not planning or plotting anything, I do not want to cast a shadow over her name." She thought for a moment then added, "I have nothing else. Do you have anything for me?"


Commander Birgr

Birgr shifted uneasily. There was more on his mind, but decided he need to observe more to be sure that it is indeed an issue.

"Not at this time."


Warrior Senni

Coming up along side both of them and beyond their respective fields of vision, Senni walked up. Her face bore the same lack of positive emotion as always, "Am I interrupting something?"


Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

Taken a bit by the surprising arrival, Talon turned to face Senni, "no not at all. I was speaking with Birgr regarding the situation back at the Market. As I told you, I wanted his opinion before I issued my final judgment. Now that I have, it is my decision that you will not be be assigned to the Immortals any longer. Instead you will fight along side me. I want to keep you close so that I may better watch your actions. This is not a final judgment warrior, just taking in more facts of the situation."

Talon sighed, "listen Senni, no one here can even imagine what you went through. But I have to ensure that your head is where it needs to be so that everyone can count on you in battle. I will not put others needlessly in harms way."


Warrior Senni

Senni glanced at Birgr, clearly not liking the change, at all. "So I am to be saddled to your side. My place is fighting along Birgr's side. Not yours" There was clearly disdain in her voice.


Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

Talon didn't back down, "think of it as a learning opportunity. You are a good swordsman and warrior. Still you could serve to learn more from this. I will be watching your behavior, closely." Talon said and turned to walk away before Senni could lure her in to a debate over the order.


Warrior Senni

Senni turned to Birgr, "learning opportunity my ass. How dare she do this. I am just as good as any other member of the Immortals. I don't deserve this."


Commander Birgr

Birgr looked at Senni quickly. "It is not a judgment on your capabilities." He, then started to walk away.


Warrior Senni

She grabs him a bit more force than she should have or meant to, "IF this is not a judgment of my skill. Then please FILL me in! What is it?"


Commander Birgr

Birgr glared at where she grabbed him, then looked her in the eyes. He shook himself loose as he said, "Not your physical capabilities, anyway." And he continued walking.


Warrior Senni

Azgardians have never been known for their cool even tempers or wisdom, "I am just as fit and able as you are, Commander Birgr" she yelled. The anger over what was going on was clearly written across her face.]]> Trails of Fire
Originally Posted: February 2 - 4, 2012
Azgardian Assault Shuttle
On Route Mearisa
September 19th, 1936

Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

Talon walked up to Birgr and two other warriors calmly, with that look in her eye. I need to speak with Birgr alone please. As the warriors gathered their things, Talon took a look over her shoulder and saw that Senni was near the front of the shuttle speaking with the medics. She nodded as the warriors departed, “Thank you for your understanding” she tried to sound respectful but something in her tone told of a serious conversation come. Once they were alone, she set next to Birgr, “I have a problem” she said and waited for him to prepare himself for what was coming.

“I was doing routine inspection of our arms. I discovered blood on Senni's blades. I asked her where it was from and she told me that she killed seven men on the little outing you guys took to the market.” Talon held up a hand to wave off any comments that might have come, “She didn't lay blame on you or anyone else. She said that she had traded her blasters for supplies. At the time she figured it was a good and sound idea. However Pigpen had informed her later about the Council's ruling regarding High Technology. She said that she had attempted to recover the blasters and during that attempt that blades were crossed and the first man was slain. The rest is pretty much unimportant from there. In the end, seven men are dead at the hands of one of our warriors.”

Once more looking over to see Senni still talking with the medics. “I want to know what your thoughts are on this.”


Commander Birgr

Birgr let out a sigh. This is the first he had gotten the details of what happened, and he didn't like the news he was hearing.

"I have been undermined." He shifted his position, uncomfortably. "I was aware that she had traded the blasters, as the stones were inefficient trade and we couldn't wait for approval from the council to figure out what else to do." There was a slight tone of bitterness as he stated that. "I had no idea that she intended on retrieving them when she, Urd, and Pigpen were sent to retrieve the additional list Daz had sent Angel. I do take responsibility for letting her out of my sight as I said I would not." His shame was shown for a moment, but changed as he continued. "At least we can tell that she is of sound mind."

He knew he was in trouble, and rightly so, since he did go back on his word.


Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

She nodded with disappointment, "I am disappointed that you did not have had better control of the situation. But I do not blame you. After speaking with Carissa who was also there, it would appear that Senni was pretty clever, much credit to the school which she scored so high in." Talon looked back once more at Senni and the medics, "While there is no evidence that she had planned to kill anyone. IT is possible that the scene unfolded just the way she said it did. I do not like the idea that my warriors are taking matters in to their own hands and civilians are paying the price. It is a trend I plan on correcting."

Talon looked back to Birgr and shook her head, "She did not blame you nor even attempted to hide her actions. While this would support your claim of sound mind, I disagree. I can't put my finger on it. There is something not completely right. I plan is to remove her from her Immortal Status and take personal charge of her. I want her close to me so I can keep an eye on her." Talon thought for a moment.

She had been part of a very similar conversation between her former Immortal Commander and his superior. They were deciding her fate within the Immortals. It was claimed that she was too young, too goal driven and too inexperienced. Her Commander had faith in her but was never given the chance to speak. The order was given and Talon had to wait one more year before she could rejoin the Elite group of warriors. She would not make this mistake.

Taking in a deep breath, "This is my plan. What are your thoughts on this?" It was not Azgardian to seek such opinions after a plan had been decided upon. However, she had become more than her parts. She had Visst AND Daz to thank for this change in her command style. Hopefully it would not blow up in her face.


Commander Birgr

Birgr was a little unerved. It was unlike the Talon he knew to ask for advice. In tandum with the way she had been talking lately, he was starting to become concerned.

"I think it may be for the best. It will allow be to focus more on my mission at hand instead of keeping an eye on her. She is still dangerous, especially since she is as crafty as she is. On the other hand, more action may be better. Ultimately, you are the Commanding Officer."


Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

Talon nodded at his statements, "I agree completely" she said and noted the look in his eyes. "I know that there are many things before us which are uncharted. I mean to try to do somethings differently. Maybe taking some of what the Jedi can offer in terms of wisdom and apply it in our own special way." She glanced back once more at Senni, "I wanted your advice to give you, her commander a chance to speak your opinion of her. You know her better than I do. Truth be told, I don't trust her. As I said before, there is something which I can't put my finger on. Something dangerous about her."


Commander Birgr

Birgr let out a smirk. "More dangerous than she already is? She has always been crafty, but I think you are right. She seems to have some sort of hidden agenda. Not that it would be directly against us, but it could prove to be disastrous."


Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

sighing as she turned to face Birgr once more, "I don't think its a hidden agenda. I agree it would not be leveled against us. And I also agree that it could prove problem some at the least. Do me a favor, the next chance you get on mission, talk with Master Visst or Daz about it. Not that I have anything against my sister. Its just that she tends to see only the good in everyone. Than again, I hate to say this. We need Master Murl's um, well, sense of paranoia in this one. His skills would also help."

Looking down at the speeder bike they are talking next to, "Maybe it might be wise to not tell Master Murl all the details and let him come to his own conclusions" she explained then lifted her eyes back to his, "This way he won't be tainted by our opinion of the situation. It would be easier for him to reach a conclusion if his vision is clear of our opinions."


Commander Birgr

Birgr scowled a little at the mention of Master Murl. He has been more trouble than he is worth.

"Yes, sir. Is there anything else you need of me?"


Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

She knew all too well how much Master Murl had been a thorn in everyone's side. But that was then and in the past. She was not about to allow some bad feeling and his reputation get the best of their team. "Wait till you are sure you can speak with him alone. Maybe once we arrive at our destination. Just keep the facts limit for the time being. If Senni is not planning or plotting anything, I do not want to cast a shadow over her name." She thought for a moment then added, "I have nothing else. Do you have anything for me?"


Commander Birgr

Birgr shifted uneasily. There was more on his mind, but decided he need to observe more to be sure that it is indeed an issue.

"Not at this time."


Warrior Senni

Coming up along side both of them and beyond their respective fields of vision, Senni walked up. Her face bore the same lack of positive emotion as always, "Am I interrupting something?"


Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

Taken a bit by the surprising arrival, Talon turned to face Senni, "no not at all. I was speaking with Birgr regarding the situation back at the Market. As I told you, I wanted his opinion before I issued my final judgment. Now that I have, it is my decision that you will not be be assigned to the Immortals any longer. Instead you will fight along side me. I want to keep you close so that I may better watch your actions. This is not a final judgment warrior, just taking in more facts of the situation."

Talon sighed, "listen Senni, no one here can even imagine what you went through. But I have to ensure that your head is where it needs to be so that everyone can count on you in battle. I will not put others needlessly in harms way."


Warrior Senni

Senni glanced at Birgr, clearly not liking the change, at all. "So I am to be saddled to your side. My place is fighting along Birgr's side. Not yours" There was clearly disdain in her voice.


Warlord Fiolla (AKA Talon)

Talon didn't back down, "think of it as a learning opportunity. You are a good swordsman and warrior. Still you could serve to learn more from this. I will be watching your behavior, closely." Talon said and turned to walk away before Senni could lure her in to a debate over the order.


Warrior Senni

Senni turned to Birgr, "learning opportunity my ass. How dare she do this. I am just as good as any other member of the Immortals. I don't deserve this."


Commander Birgr

Birgr looked at Senni quickly. "It is not a judgment on your capabilities." He, then started to walk away.


Warrior Senni

She grabs him a bit more force than she should have or meant to, "IF this is not a judgment of my skill. Then please FILL me in! What is it?"


Commander Birgr

Birgr glared at where she grabbed him, then looked her in the eyes. He shook himself loose as he said, "Not your physical capabilities, anyway." And he continued walking.


Warrior Senni

Azgardians have never been known for their cool even tempers or wisdom, "I am just as fit and able as you are, Commander Birgr" she yelled. The anger over what was going on was clearly written across her face.]]> <![CDATA[Spirit of Jedi Master Preena Tabanne and Jedi Master Daz Murl]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=30 Mon, 08 Jul 2013 21:20:05 -0700 Akirapryde]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=30 Visitations and callings
Originally Posted: December 13, 2011 - January 27, 2012
Frozen Forests of Darven Proviance
Socialist People's Republic of Fra
Mid Rim World of Fra
September 24th, 1936

Master Tabanne

Daz set meditating over the events of the day, alone just beyond the camp and out of sight from everyone else. The air was cold and the night didn't have a cloud in the sky. The moon light washed over him as he felt the warmth of his fire just before him. He felt a great sense of calm and order moving about him. It had been a long time sense he felt so at piece within himself. He knew that this world was once called Naboo, but now it was something completely different. Everything about this place had become different. There was so much for him to consider. So much now depended on his actions. Just a few days ago, he was Visst's Padawan, now he had become First Speaker of their group. He felt once more the weight of leadership on his shoulders. He recalled the mistakes of his past and felt that those mistakes were valuable learning lessons. He couldn't help but think of how differently everyone now looked at him, particularly Talon.

Only Angel knew Talon better than Daz did. He knew from personally experience growing up with her that she could easily forgive anyone for anything. Yet, Talon never forgot anything. It was almost as if she kept a score card on those who wronged her. Even still what he felt from her actions seemed to be even different for Talon. He knew that she held very deep routed emotions towards him. He couldn't help but consider if it was because she was not the real Talon. But she seemed to have finally put those feelings behind her. He was grateful for that and knew that it would make it easier for him to work on earning her respect once more. He knew that earning her respect would not be an easy task. After all, like all Azgards, she valued personal honor and respect over all other traits. He knew being around Talon's family that they didn't lie nor showed much respect for liars. She also hated what she called Jedi games. He knew that she referred to how many Jedi they knew would use the Force as a short cut to over come obstacles. For Talon and her people, it was the use of the mind and body to over come obstacles which defined what they saw as warriors. Though, he found it puzzling why she took such a liking to his new Padawan, Swip. Everything that he knew of Talon seemed to point to the fact that she did liked Swip personally. However Swip reflects nothing of what Talon would look for in a warrior. Electing to meditate on that issue later, Daz rested the issue of Swip and centered his thoughts on Talon. He knew that he needed to handle this with great care.

After all, he watched Talon grow from a young girl picked on to a powerful warrior. He knew that part of her training as she grew was geared towards personal combat with Force Users, namely Jedi. He remembered watching her train on her family's estate. There were former Azgardian Jedi who taught her how to fight against a lightsaber. Daz was sure that there wasn't a Jedi he knew who was around her level of experience and could beat her in single combat. With the exception of Master Chun. Still, he had seen her in combat and knew how deadly she was. Watching the Azgardians here train, he also knew that this style of training was not unique to her. He felt it a more wise option to avoid combat with her and seek to earn her respect and rebuild the close friendship that they once had. She clearly was attempting to do this, so Daz felt that the next move might fall in to his hands. Taking a deep breath he allowed these thoughts to leave his mind as he centered his thoughts on the moment. He could feel the force moving through him and around him. In that moment he felt a presence near him. He felt that he should know who it was, but he couldn't place a mental finger on it.

He opened his eyes to see the bluish image of an elderly human female standing on the other side of his fire. She was clearly dressed as a Jedi and Daz could sense her control over the Force. He nodded to her, “I feel I should know who you are” he asked softly and with respect to the spirit. She nodded as she reached up and exposed the center line of her chest. Daz could clearly see the circular wound that could have only been made by a lightsaber. He knew it was an old wound and in that moment, he knew who she was. He looked down as the memory of that day flooded his mind. “Preena” he said as he lifted his eyes up towards her.

She nodded as she formally introduced herself with a smile, “Master Preena Tabanne.” There was clearly no malice or resentment held by her. She closed her robes once more as she continued, “I see you have taken a new Padawan. She will turn out to serve the order well. What she brings to the order is something that it never had before. Swip will offer the Order a sense of balance” she explained smiling. “You have come along way Master Murl. Your efforts to turn back have been noticed. You still have a long hard road ahead of you, however. There will be many tests before you. Open your heart and mind to that balance which your Padawan can offer.” She looked down as the reflection of her face changed to a more serous nature, “However this is not the reason why I am here now. You and your group are to head to the Core World of Mearisa.” It was clear that what she is asking was important, but something else seemed to guide her next statement, “Time is important, but not so much that you shouldn't look before you rush forward. There is a small city on the other side of the mountains named Kisump. There you will find a man by the name of Friggy. He is a Gungan and he knows how to find the man your group is seeking. Through this, you will find both what you need to know about Mearisa and to fulfill what your group seeks. Do not take your time however, for Mearisa is waiting for you.”

Daz listened carefully to what the spirit was telling him. He took noticed to who was delivering this message. It only honed in the importance of the message. “What will I find on Mearisa” he couldn't help but ask.

She smiled, “What you have been seeking your whole life. Don't rush or delay too long.”


Master Murl

In the past, encounters with Force spirits had heralded portentous events on the horizon of Daz Murl's destiny. He recognized the wisdom in Jedi Master Preena Tabanne's words and was grateful for the opportunity to commune with her Force spirit. Looking up at her, he nodded his understanding. "Thank you, Master Tabanne. I shall be mindful of your admonition to temper urgency with forethought, and will follow the path set before me to lead our coalition to Mearisa."

When Master Tabanne was but a Padawan, Daz had become swept up in a storm of chaos, setting in motion a chain of events which had nearly cost the young girl her life. Thus, in many ways, she was responsible for the course his life had taken since that time, a truth that had not been lost on him.

Through his dark goggles, Daz gazed across the fire at her Force spirit and continued, "I do not sense that you harbor antipathy toward me for the injury you sustained on Kelore, when first we met. I was not permitted to visit you and apologize after the incident occurred, but if I had been, my apology would have been incomplete. I once considered it an unfortunate accident that Ranger Hraashi tripped on a stone and impaled you with her lightsaber blade. Now I realize that on that day, I allowed fear for future casualties of the Flail to cloud my judgment when I ordered the Republic Rangers to disarm you and your fellow Padawans blocking the Weeping Willow School for Gifted Children. As I was the Rangers' commanding officer, I am responsible for the wound you suffered. I am deeply sorry for the trauma I inflicted upon you in life."


Master Tabanne

She nodded, "Master Murl, what happened so long ago shaped both of us in to the Jedi we would later become. I no more look back on that day or this scare" motioning towards the wound on her chest, "in any sadness or regret. What happened, happened. All we as Jedi can do is learn from the past, be focused on the moment and be mindful of the future. Daz, you will be tested by the Force. I do not believe that you have the faith in the Force that many others do. Heed my warnings and learn this lesson. Be a leader who leads. Do not fall victim to your emotions or attachments. Be a student who learns. Do not become greater than you truly are." she looked down at him with a great sense of sadness, "Daz, you are not the only one who made mistakes. Mine, cost me my life and led to many thousands of deaths. Both mistakes were from the same cause. Attachments!"

Turning as if to look at something in the distance, "My time is short here. I lack the will to remain much longer. If you are to find the truth of what you have been looking for. You must follow the Force no matter how bitter the journey. It will lead you to the city of the dead. There you will find the next key to what you are looking for. Be careful, when you are finished, you may not like what you find. Do not push too hard if you are unwilling to accept the truth."

OOC: Narrator Edited to:I do not believe that you have the faith in the Force that many others do.


Master Murl

Daz paused, closing his eyes as he brought the fingertips of his right and left hand together while absorbing the guidance imparted to him by the Force spirit of Master Tabanne. Breathing in deep, measured breaths of the frigid night air, he quietly sifted through her words while further opening himself to the Force for greater insight.

Although Lysire had not appeared to Daz as a Force spirit, she had expressed a longing to move past her current plane of existence, stating that Master Yoda had already done so. Master Tabanne had now indicated a similar compulsion to depart, and he knew that he must now make the most of the time in which she remained with him.

Daz opened his eyes, again fixing them upon the Force spirit before him as he responded. "I shall listen to the will of the Force and put my full trust in its direction. Your warnings speak to my past failings, your lessons advise my future potential. As I find myself on the brink of destiny, I ask that you illuminate my present path with the knowledge and experience gleaned both in your lifetime and through your oneness with the Force."

Carefully considering the mysteries and lingering questions that had eluded him since his arrival in the dystopian future in which he now found himself, Daz systematically posed a series of questions to her one by one. "Master Tabanne, what cataclysm brought about the fall of the Republic, leaving the galaxy to decay, and did your Jedi Order survive? How did a malevolent Dark Jedi Order come into being and what became of the Sith Empire? What gave rise to the Church, enabling it to span the galaxy? What happened to Coruscant, Azgard, Alderaan, Trosia, and Baklid VI? What of my homeworld, Dorin, the Baran Do Sages, and my twin brother who was a guard at the Baran Do Temple in Dor'shan, for I have encountered my Kel Dor family name of "Murl" with surprising frequency in this era."

Next, Daz sought enlightenment concerning the Force vision Swip had shared with him. "Padawan Swip Larn is a Baran Do Sage and thus already skilled in farseeing," he began. "Several days ago, the Force presented her with a vision indicating that a perilous philosophical conflict might reemerge. After meditating on this, I suspect that a rift similar to that which existed between the Coruscant and Oulaven Temples, which led to the Jedi Civil War, could once again surface within the Jedi Order. Her vision indicated that these two ideologies could not coexist within the same Order alone together, for they would spell each other's doom. According to her vision, the Church, represented by a cross, is meant to join this Order, along with a fourth ideology which has yet to be discovered. Can you lend your discernment to her vision?"

Long before he had been sent into the far-flung future, there was a question Daz had hoped to ask Padawan Preena Tabanne. He lowered his voice and spoke softly through the vocoder in his antiox breath mask. "A man known only as the Puppet Master, who led an organization dedicated to bringing about the end of Force-users, called the Crusade, introduced me to my sister. This revelation occurred shortly before a lethal poison was administered to her. I had only minutes to freeze her in carbonite, hoping that one day I would find an antidote to cure her. Eventually, the Azgardians confiscated the carbonite slab that she was encased in and I was unable to locate her before we arrived here. However, before she was frozen, she frantically inquired about someone named Preena over and over again, up until I activated the freezing chamber. As intricately as the galaxy is interwoven through the Force, I believe that coincidence is the exception to fate's rule. When I learned your name after the incident on Kelore, I immediately wondered if you were the Preena my sister was so concerned for, but I was never able to ask you myself. Did you know Plo Murl?"


Master Tabanne

Preena nodded but the look of sadness spoke of a deeper emotion. “Master Murl, there are things that you are not yet ready to learn and I am not the one meant to tell you. However I can tell you this. Yes, I am the same Preena your half sister spoke of. We met aboard a ship controlled by the Puppet Master. It was so long ago, and we both were very young at the time. The two were part of some horrible weapon's test with other Jedi who were captured as well. Your sister and I survived not because of any skill. But because the test was stopped before our deaths. Because of his keen interest in you, her life was spared. I remember standing there crying as I saw my own death at hand. He could have had me killed like the other Jedi who had been slain. He didn't, instead he spared my life. There were times I look back and wonder if he had fully understood the impact of his choice in that moment or if he just saw me at the time as just one more tool in his plots to further weaken the Jedi Order. Like others before me, I was trained by his best scholars in the understanding of the Force and its mysteries. My loyalty to the Crusade was assured as my training continued. A chance encounter with Master Noor was fabricated as well as a prefect history that would never be questioned. I was taken in to the Order by Master Noor. My mission was simple, dismantle the Order from within. It would become a mission I could never fulfill.”

The mixture of feelings became clear as she told of her history, “as Master Visst and the Galactic Fleets were moving to engage the Chaos, Master Noor and I discovered a plot to destroy the Order, the Crusade and take complete control over the Republic. It was our belief at the time, that the Azgardians had become targets of this plot only due to their dealings with the Jedi and Master Visst. I later found out through a mission your sister went on that this was true. The plot was massive in concept and design. It had to have taken years if not decades to form. Master Noor's thoughts were that the Jedi Civil War was just a part of that plot. She was wrong and I knew the truth. Later I learned that forces beyond the Chancellor used the Civil War to advance this plot but they were not behind it. Master Noor gave her life so I could escape and let out the warning. I failed. When I woke up aboard an Azgardian supply ship, Azgard had already suffered from the fires of war. Scares that wouldn't heal in the hearts and minds of her people fueled the war. The plot was set in motion and the Order was being hunted down by the Rangers. The Crusade and their leader, the Puppet Master, became an unlikely ally to the Order in our time of need. The war was complete, and the heart and soul of the Republic would be a prize to be sought after. That is, if the Chancellor hadn't turned his own warships against it just before the final fall of the Republic occurred. By the time our forces arrived the entire planet was burning. The death toll was unimaginable.”

“I don't think the minds behind the plot or the war had taken in to account the lust for revenge that the Azgardians were capable of. Their road for vengeance burned across thousands of worlds as they sought retribution. Any world who claimed any level of support for the Republic became their target. The Jedi were too busy trying to avoid destruction at the hands of the Rangers to stem the anger of the Azgardians. While this horrible war raged, the Church stepped up its efforts to recruit members. Force users from both sides sought the peace that the Church offered. There message was pure and called upon all sides for peace. However like all things with this war, the Church was not what it appeared to be. Baklid VI became the Holy Seat of this new faction in the Galaxy and the used the wealth of this world to expand their own influence. Using the war as just cause, the Church drew worlds from the Republic and further hasted the down fall of the Galaxy to how it is now. By the time I inherited the Order after the Assassination of Grand Master Deook, there was nothing remaining of the Republic. Or the Order for that matter, by this time the Order only numbered in a few thousand trained Knights and Padawans. Very few Masters had survived the wars. Due to all of this, the Church had become the dominate Force Tradition in the Galaxy, despite its Crusade origins.”

“There was a short time when the Order, the Azgards and what was left of the Crusade had managed to win peace in the majority of the Galaxy. Just a short period in History. I had sent Jedi out to try to reinforce this peace through missions of Peace. Against the advice of Warlord Brea, I did not have them escorted by Azgardian Warriors. To my horror, the reports of Jedi being assassinated while on these peace missions started to come back. I have failed to foresee that the Ranger threat had not been defeated after all. When the Republic fell, the Chancellor had escaped to organize the Rangers once more. Your sister would later learn how his escape from death was managed and it would turn how we looked at the events in a completely different direction. Our Crusade spies learned that the Rangers were planning an attack on a Crusade world deep in the Core. It was their last refuge and a place where their families were being kept safe from the horrors of war. My Council looked deep in to the Force and saw it was a trap laid by the Rangers in an attempt to finally wipe out the Order. We also found out that the Church had its hands in this trap as well. It was the final act of their break away from the Crusade. The debate was frieze and I truly believed, at the time, I offered a sound argument to rescue the family members of our Crusade allies from this plot. I had thought that I had not allowed the attachment of my own family being on this world to govern my actions. I had thought that I had the support of my council. It would be a mistake that I would later regret.”

“The Rangers didn't expect the Jedi to show up in defense of this world with the full force of our allies. The battle was short lived and the world was saved. The Rangers were finally destroy and their threat to the Galaxy was over. I was hailed a hero and for the first time we actually thought we could rebuild the Republic. That was till we returned to our new home. That was till we were betrayed. On our way home, we had a final meeting with the Azgardians. After that meeting, they left the Galaxy to fend for its self. Warlord Bree told me that one day they would return when the Republic called one them once more. When we returned to our new home on Naboo, the final betrayal of the Jedi occurred. A member of my own Council, a trusted advisor and personal friend turned on us. He was a refugee during Jedi Civil War and his entire family had been killed during the bombing of their colony. He never trusted our Crusade allies, and at the time no one understood why. Sometime during the war with the Republic he found an obscure data card with something called the Yagami Files on it. No one ever suspected that he had become obsessed with the files or the destruction of the Crusade. When we first betrayed us and revealed these files even I didn't know what they were. He blamed the Crusade for the death of his family. No one ever thought he was capable of such hatred, his emotions had always been an issue but never like this. I had only told one person of my past in relationship with the Crusade. Your sister, Plo. Before all, he leveled claims against me and revealed my secret. He split the Order claiming my true loyalty was to the Crusade. He accused our last battle to be more proof of this. We had lost so many good Jedi. Many were my personal friends. Even at the time I was still grieving their loss. In the halls we built to bring peace back to the Galaxy, combat raged. The Order once more was divided. For those who wanted to place blame for all the horrors of what had happened, I became an easy target.”

“I found myself locked in a duel over the fate of the Order. All my life I had been trained to destroy the Order. In that very moment I found myself doing everything in my power to defend its future. In the end I did defeat him. In my moment of victory, I looked around to see the bloodshed in our temple and realized what was wrong with our Order. In the end I saw how our attachments over the past drove our emotions to war. I felt the Force moving about me and knew what had to be done. As I stood over him our eyes met and in that moment I realized the killing had to end. I lowered my lightsaber and ordered his surrender. I never saw the attack coming as I was stabbed in the back by an unseen attacker. When I came through, I was in Plo's arms. The look on her face told me that she didn't betray me or my trust. I could see the Betrayer was dead and his forces were fleeing our new temple. I remember fires and the ground shaking. I was knew I was dying. I asked your sister to promise me not to allow the traditions of the Order to vanish to history. She gave her word to ensure that the Order would survive this act of betrayal.”

Looking up to to him once more, “I know this doesn't answer all your questions, but I hope this helps you prepare for what more you will learn.”


Master Murl

Having listened attentively to Master Tabbane's tragic account of the galactic downfall and her own demise with his heart, mind, and senses keenly attuned to the Force, Daz was fascinated that he had unearthed as many questions as answers. Nonetheless, these questions were information in and of themselves, a commodity he appreciated.

"What troubles you, Master Tabanne?" Daz asked candidly. "These sorrows are behind you now, but your countenance is that of one delivering bad news to a good friend." Given that she was one with the Force, he respectfully took her at her word when she told him that he was not ready to learn the answers to all of the questions he had asked of her. He had resolved to trust in the Force and was content to do so. However, he wondered if there was something more she could tell him about what she had been able to share.

"I have noticed that, like the Puppet Master, you refer to Plo as my 'half-sister' rather than my 'sister' as she was listed in the Jedi Archives of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant," Daz mused. "Such a relation to me would be incongruous with our purportedly shared parentage. Might you be able to assist me in understanding that inconsistency? I would still like to know how Plo was freed from carbonite, who provided her with an antidote to the poison that the Puppet Master dosed her with, and what ultimately became of her." he pressed.

There was something else, and as far-fetched as it seemed, the Jedi investigator instincts ingrained in Daz insisted that he inquire further, just to be certain. "There is one more thing. Why do you conceal the identity of your Betrayer?" he asked, tilting his head curiously. "The Crusade crafted a diabolical scheme to murder my parents in cold blood during the Jedi Civil War. To add insult to injury, the Puppet Master cloned me and brainwashed the resulting lifeform to be a genocidal monster. My parents' executions were carried out under my clone's supervision before he vanished without a trace. Such wanton cruelty defies explanation." He paused, shaking his head at the memory before going on. "Tonight you have told one more individual from your past about your ties to the Crusade. Given that the Force has brought me into the future, I have little doubt that it can also return me to the past. I too have reviewed the Yagami Files. However, I can assure you that I will not give myself over to hatred in the future, present, or past. What occurred was the will of the Force, and, after learning the hard way, but learning my lesson well all the same, I have accepted it as such." Daz deferentially lowered his head.


Master Tabanne

Her sadness was clearly written across her face, “The visions which I am expressing to you come with a great sense of powerful emotions Daz. I am not delivering bad news, I am merely stating the facts as seen through my eyes.” She looked down as to focus the Force and draw upon its power. “Holding this form drains on me as it is, adding to this drain is maintaining control over these powerful emotions. I fear that this will be the last time I will be able to cross over and speak with anyone else in this realm. It is almost pleasant feeling. Remaining here in this form on this side of life defies the will of the Force. I look forward to returning after this request is completed.”

She nodded as she changes subject, “As for your sister. Daz, Plo looked up to you in all regards. Yes, you both shared a parent and didn't. It is not my place to talk to you about this and I sense that you are not ready for the truth about your family. Not yet my friend. I will tell you this. Everything you did, before the reports of your loss during the battle of Hothe, she idealized. Your successes, your failures, everything helped shape her in to the Jedi she became. I recall her making the choice between following your footsteps in becoming a Jedi Investigator or becoming a Instructor of the Force. She asked me what I thought you would want her to do. As we both did so many times, we turned to each other for advice and council. She helped guide me as much as I helped guide her. I told her that you would want her to follow her heart and heed the will of the Force. It was a funny thought, I had the same conversation with her when I was asked to become Grand Master of the Jedi. Her answer was nearly the same. As for how she was freed from the Carbonite, I do not know. Nor do I know what events transpired. All I know is that what ever happened, it came at a great personal price from Warlord Brea. I never thought I would see Plo again, then one day there she was. Warlord Brea said that no price could compare to that of pure Friendship. Plo and I were like sisters. I loved her like my own blood.” Once more the sadness returned, “I recall the look on her face as I died. I tried to comfort her in the loss. But I fear that I failed in that task as well. As for what became of her, she became a Jedi Master that would bring honor and pride to you. I know your life had that affect on her.”

Taking in a deep breath, “I conceal the identity of my betrayer because you are not ready for this truth.” summoning up the Force to such a degree that Daz could feel it flowing around her at levels he would associate with that of a Grand Master, “You speak of the Crusade as nothing more than a blood thirsty organization with only purely evil ends. I will tell you that the Crusade is not only what you have seen them to be. However, the Crusade is no more. What they did are a matter of history. I would also remind you that if the Crusade had not joined the battle against the Rangers and the Republic. The Azgardians and the Order would not have been able to achieve victory. The Puppet Master had many favorites he enjoyed toying with. You inherited your status from your father.” She raised her hand waving off any questions that might come up from that statement. “However, all that you endured under his toying with you, helped create the Master I see before me. You can look at this with some sense of comfort. What you do with who you are is up to you. However as you have said regarding our own crossing, it has shaped me to who I am. I learned much from you and it made me a better Jedi for it. Your impact on my life brought good because I wanted good to come from it. What the Puppet Master did with you within your life is up to you as to what comes from it.”

She paused a moment, “I wonder if it would bring you comfort to know that the man that you know as the Puppet Master gave his own life to save the very children belonging to the Order that I was trained to destroy. I used to mediate on that battle and it would always bring me great enlightenment that no matter what the past tells us of others, no one's future is set in stone.” she took a moment to refocus herself as she faded a bit. Once her image was stable she continued, “As for you being here, The Force did not bring you to the Future nor did I even know this was possible. I do not know of your future nor if you will return to the past. I am sorry Daz, as much as I know, you are here to stay because you were meant to be here.”


Master Murl

The realization that Master Tabanne would no longer be able to appear to him or any other lifeform as a Force spirit gave Daz a bittersweet pang in his chest. He would miss the opportunity to commune with her again, but found solace in the knowledge that she would soon know abundant peace and harmony, continuing to live on within the Force itself. Many centuries had passed since her death, yet she had managed to manifest herself there that night, and he was honored to have received her guidance.

A profound sense of happiness surrounded Daz like a warm embrace as she spoke of the woman who he now definitively knew to have been his half-sister, Jedi Master Plo Murl. Knowing that not only his triumphs, but also his most terrible mistakes had served to direct her path to becoming a virtuous Jedi Master had the effect of clean water cascading over his bloodstained conscience.

It did give Daz some degree of comfort to know that the Puppet Master had sacrificed himself to save Jedi younglings. He could appreciate Master Tabanne's point; the incarnation of the Puppet Master that had plagued him since he was a Padawan had been an idealist. He made a mental note to let the Puppet Master serve as a grim reminder that good intentions do not necessarily make a thing right.

It was strange, the way that Master Tabanne spoke of the Puppet Master as one might be expected to speak of a father, but in many ways he had been exactly that to her. She had silenced Daz before he could even begin to ask her about the Puppet Master's special interest in his father, Baran Do Sage Ord Murl.

Until scores of Baran Do Sages, including his parents, had been abducted from Dorin's Baran Do Temple in Dor'shan, Daz was unaware that the Puppet Master had ever targeted their secluded community at all. In fact, he suspected that they might never have fallen victim to the Crusade if not simply to torment him personally.

Master Tabanne's statement certainly gave him reason to believe that the parent he and his as yet unidentified twin brother had in common with his half-sister Plo was, in fact, his mother, Baran Do Sage Min Plund. However, Daz had felt the pain of his father's death through the Force aboard Ka-riss-ah…

Immediately following that sad experience, near the height of the Jedi Civil War, Daz and his compatriots had journeyed to Origin, returned to Coruscant, ventured to an uncharted Crusade world, reemerged from hyperspace to find the Republic had advanced two years into the future, undertaken a mission to Neeshana, and then finally made their way back to Coruscant before Daz finally discovered that Ord Murl and Min Plund had been slain at the hands of Biggs Saar and Lysire Chalco under the supervision of the Puppet Master's clone of Daz. The two years he was absent from Republic space had made it seem as though he had felt his father's death much closer to when their murders had occurred than he actually had.

Daz recalled an even earlier time before his friends and, at the time, fellow fugitives and he had even discovered Ka-riss-ah, right after they had fled Coruscant after he had unintentionally shattered their Fellowship, allowing the extra-galactic Chaos to attack the Republic and Azgard fleets in orbit over Coruscant, turning what had been meant to be an act of sabotage by Rebel Jedi into an unspeakable disaster, causing mass casualties and widespread destruction over and on the city planet's surface.

Having sought refuge on Baklid VI, Daz had received a vision through the Force as the others and he had slept in a cave. In it, he saw himself as an infant, crying in a crib beside another infant he knew to be his twin brother, who he sensed had not been touched by the Force. Five Kel Dor adults stood around their crib, including Ord Murl, Min Plund, and Jedi Master Qu'wash…

Suddenly, everything came zooming into focus at once. Daz now recalled learning that his former instructor, ace Jedi investigator turned infamous Rebel Jedi, Master Qu'Wash, had been slain by Warlord Raynar Heartman after prolonged single combat on Baklid VI at the same time he had felt his father's death through the Force.

As Daz began to comprehend the implications of this revelation, he listened to Master Tabanne as she reminded him that the past of an individual does not dictate the future, which can always be altered by choices. She added that although she did not know how he had arrived in this era, she felt that he was where and when the Force meant for him to be.

"Master Tabanne," Daz announced to her Force spirit as she began to fade away, "my father was none other than Master Qu'Wash!" He rose to his feet, folding his hands and humbly bowing to her increasingly translucent blue form. Thank you for bestowing your insight into the Force and helping shine light onto the past. May the Force be with you."


Master Tabanne

The look on her face change to a sense of concern, "Daz, you are not yet ready to face the truth of your family or their History. There is darkness down this path which you are facing. You must not seek it further till you are ready."

There was sense of concern on her face that the warning has fallen on deaf ears. She nods and accepts what will be, "May the Force be with you Master Murl. Be safe Daz." On that note, Jedi Master Preena Tabanne faded in to the darkness for the last time.]]> Visitations and callings
Originally Posted: December 13, 2011 - January 27, 2012
Frozen Forests of Darven Proviance
Socialist People's Republic of Fra
Mid Rim World of Fra
September 24th, 1936

Master Tabanne

Daz set meditating over the events of the day, alone just beyond the camp and out of sight from everyone else. The air was cold and the night didn't have a cloud in the sky. The moon light washed over him as he felt the warmth of his fire just before him. He felt a great sense of calm and order moving about him. It had been a long time sense he felt so at piece within himself. He knew that this world was once called Naboo, but now it was something completely different. Everything about this place had become different. There was so much for him to consider. So much now depended on his actions. Just a few days ago, he was Visst's Padawan, now he had become First Speaker of their group. He felt once more the weight of leadership on his shoulders. He recalled the mistakes of his past and felt that those mistakes were valuable learning lessons. He couldn't help but think of how differently everyone now looked at him, particularly Talon.

Only Angel knew Talon better than Daz did. He knew from personally experience growing up with her that she could easily forgive anyone for anything. Yet, Talon never forgot anything. It was almost as if she kept a score card on those who wronged her. Even still what he felt from her actions seemed to be even different for Talon. He knew that she held very deep routed emotions towards him. He couldn't help but consider if it was because she was not the real Talon. But she seemed to have finally put those feelings behind her. He was grateful for that and knew that it would make it easier for him to work on earning her respect once more. He knew that earning her respect would not be an easy task. After all, like all Azgards, she valued personal honor and respect over all other traits. He knew being around Talon's family that they didn't lie nor showed much respect for liars. She also hated what she called Jedi games. He knew that she referred to how many Jedi they knew would use the Force as a short cut to over come obstacles. For Talon and her people, it was the use of the mind and body to over come obstacles which defined what they saw as warriors. Though, he found it puzzling why she took such a liking to his new Padawan, Swip. Everything that he knew of Talon seemed to point to the fact that she did liked Swip personally. However Swip reflects nothing of what Talon would look for in a warrior. Electing to meditate on that issue later, Daz rested the issue of Swip and centered his thoughts on Talon. He knew that he needed to handle this with great care.

After all, he watched Talon grow from a young girl picked on to a powerful warrior. He knew that part of her training as she grew was geared towards personal combat with Force Users, namely Jedi. He remembered watching her train on her family's estate. There were former Azgardian Jedi who taught her how to fight against a lightsaber. Daz was sure that there wasn't a Jedi he knew who was around her level of experience and could beat her in single combat. With the exception of Master Chun. Still, he had seen her in combat and knew how deadly she was. Watching the Azgardians here train, he also knew that this style of training was not unique to her. He felt it a more wise option to avoid combat with her and seek to earn her respect and rebuild the close friendship that they once had. She clearly was attempting to do this, so Daz felt that the next move might fall in to his hands. Taking a deep breath he allowed these thoughts to leave his mind as he centered his thoughts on the moment. He could feel the force moving through him and around him. In that moment he felt a presence near him. He felt that he should know who it was, but he couldn't place a mental finger on it.

He opened his eyes to see the bluish image of an elderly human female standing on the other side of his fire. She was clearly dressed as a Jedi and Daz could sense her control over the Force. He nodded to her, “I feel I should know who you are” he asked softly and with respect to the spirit. She nodded as she reached up and exposed the center line of her chest. Daz could clearly see the circular wound that could have only been made by a lightsaber. He knew it was an old wound and in that moment, he knew who she was. He looked down as the memory of that day flooded his mind. “Preena” he said as he lifted his eyes up towards her.

She nodded as she formally introduced herself with a smile, “Master Preena Tabanne.” There was clearly no malice or resentment held by her. She closed her robes once more as she continued, “I see you have taken a new Padawan. She will turn out to serve the order well. What she brings to the order is something that it never had before. Swip will offer the Order a sense of balance” she explained smiling. “You have come along way Master Murl. Your efforts to turn back have been noticed. You still have a long hard road ahead of you, however. There will be many tests before you. Open your heart and mind to that balance which your Padawan can offer.” She looked down as the reflection of her face changed to a more serous nature, “However this is not the reason why I am here now. You and your group are to head to the Core World of Mearisa.” It was clear that what she is asking was important, but something else seemed to guide her next statement, “Time is important, but not so much that you shouldn't look before you rush forward. There is a small city on the other side of the mountains named Kisump. There you will find a man by the name of Friggy. He is a Gungan and he knows how to find the man your group is seeking. Through this, you will find both what you need to know about Mearisa and to fulfill what your group seeks. Do not take your time however, for Mearisa is waiting for you.”

Daz listened carefully to what the spirit was telling him. He took noticed to who was delivering this message. It only honed in the importance of the message. “What will I find on Mearisa” he couldn't help but ask.

She smiled, “What you have been seeking your whole life. Don't rush or delay too long.”


Master Murl

In the past, encounters with Force spirits had heralded portentous events on the horizon of Daz Murl's destiny. He recognized the wisdom in Jedi Master Preena Tabanne's words and was grateful for the opportunity to commune with her Force spirit. Looking up at her, he nodded his understanding. "Thank you, Master Tabanne. I shall be mindful of your admonition to temper urgency with forethought, and will follow the path set before me to lead our coalition to Mearisa."

When Master Tabanne was but a Padawan, Daz had become swept up in a storm of chaos, setting in motion a chain of events which had nearly cost the young girl her life. Thus, in many ways, she was responsible for the course his life had taken since that time, a truth that had not been lost on him.

Through his dark goggles, Daz gazed across the fire at her Force spirit and continued, "I do not sense that you harbor antipathy toward me for the injury you sustained on Kelore, when first we met. I was not permitted to visit you and apologize after the incident occurred, but if I had been, my apology would have been incomplete. I once considered it an unfortunate accident that Ranger Hraashi tripped on a stone and impaled you with her lightsaber blade. Now I realize that on that day, I allowed fear for future casualties of the Flail to cloud my judgment when I ordered the Republic Rangers to disarm you and your fellow Padawans blocking the Weeping Willow School for Gifted Children. As I was the Rangers' commanding officer, I am responsible for the wound you suffered. I am deeply sorry for the trauma I inflicted upon you in life."


Master Tabanne

She nodded, "Master Murl, what happened so long ago shaped both of us in to the Jedi we would later become. I no more look back on that day or this scare" motioning towards the wound on her chest, "in any sadness or regret. What happened, happened. All we as Jedi can do is learn from the past, be focused on the moment and be mindful of the future. Daz, you will be tested by the Force. I do not believe that you have the faith in the Force that many others do. Heed my warnings and learn this lesson. Be a leader who leads. Do not fall victim to your emotions or attachments. Be a student who learns. Do not become greater than you truly are." she looked down at him with a great sense of sadness, "Daz, you are not the only one who made mistakes. Mine, cost me my life and led to many thousands of deaths. Both mistakes were from the same cause. Attachments!"

Turning as if to look at something in the distance, "My time is short here. I lack the will to remain much longer. If you are to find the truth of what you have been looking for. You must follow the Force no matter how bitter the journey. It will lead you to the city of the dead. There you will find the next key to what you are looking for. Be careful, when you are finished, you may not like what you find. Do not push too hard if you are unwilling to accept the truth."

OOC: Narrator Edited to:I do not believe that you have the faith in the Force that many others do.


Master Murl

Daz paused, closing his eyes as he brought the fingertips of his right and left hand together while absorbing the guidance imparted to him by the Force spirit of Master Tabanne. Breathing in deep, measured breaths of the frigid night air, he quietly sifted through her words while further opening himself to the Force for greater insight.

Although Lysire had not appeared to Daz as a Force spirit, she had expressed a longing to move past her current plane of existence, stating that Master Yoda had already done so. Master Tabanne had now indicated a similar compulsion to depart, and he knew that he must now make the most of the time in which she remained with him.

Daz opened his eyes, again fixing them upon the Force spirit before him as he responded. "I shall listen to the will of the Force and put my full trust in its direction. Your warnings speak to my past failings, your lessons advise my future potential. As I find myself on the brink of destiny, I ask that you illuminate my present path with the knowledge and experience gleaned both in your lifetime and through your oneness with the Force."

Carefully considering the mysteries and lingering questions that had eluded him since his arrival in the dystopian future in which he now found himself, Daz systematically posed a series of questions to her one by one. "Master Tabanne, what cataclysm brought about the fall of the Republic, leaving the galaxy to decay, and did your Jedi Order survive? How did a malevolent Dark Jedi Order come into being and what became of the Sith Empire? What gave rise to the Church, enabling it to span the galaxy? What happened to Coruscant, Azgard, Alderaan, Trosia, and Baklid VI? What of my homeworld, Dorin, the Baran Do Sages, and my twin brother who was a guard at the Baran Do Temple in Dor'shan, for I have encountered my Kel Dor family name of "Murl" with surprising frequency in this era."

Next, Daz sought enlightenment concerning the Force vision Swip had shared with him. "Padawan Swip Larn is a Baran Do Sage and thus already skilled in farseeing," he began. "Several days ago, the Force presented her with a vision indicating that a perilous philosophical conflict might reemerge. After meditating on this, I suspect that a rift similar to that which existed between the Coruscant and Oulaven Temples, which led to the Jedi Civil War, could once again surface within the Jedi Order. Her vision indicated that these two ideologies could not coexist within the same Order alone together, for they would spell each other's doom. According to her vision, the Church, represented by a cross, is meant to join this Order, along with a fourth ideology which has yet to be discovered. Can you lend your discernment to her vision?"

Long before he had been sent into the far-flung future, there was a question Daz had hoped to ask Padawan Preena Tabanne. He lowered his voice and spoke softly through the vocoder in his antiox breath mask. "A man known only as the Puppet Master, who led an organization dedicated to bringing about the end of Force-users, called the Crusade, introduced me to my sister. This revelation occurred shortly before a lethal poison was administered to her. I had only minutes to freeze her in carbonite, hoping that one day I would find an antidote to cure her. Eventually, the Azgardians confiscated the carbonite slab that she was encased in and I was unable to locate her before we arrived here. However, before she was frozen, she frantically inquired about someone named Preena over and over again, up until I activated the freezing chamber. As intricately as the galaxy is interwoven through the Force, I believe that coincidence is the exception to fate's rule. When I learned your name after the incident on Kelore, I immediately wondered if you were the Preena my sister was so concerned for, but I was never able to ask you myself. Did you know Plo Murl?"


Master Tabanne

Preena nodded but the look of sadness spoke of a deeper emotion. “Master Murl, there are things that you are not yet ready to learn and I am not the one meant to tell you. However I can tell you this. Yes, I am the same Preena your half sister spoke of. We met aboard a ship controlled by the Puppet Master. It was so long ago, and we both were very young at the time. The two were part of some horrible weapon's test with other Jedi who were captured as well. Your sister and I survived not because of any skill. But because the test was stopped before our deaths. Because of his keen interest in you, her life was spared. I remember standing there crying as I saw my own death at hand. He could have had me killed like the other Jedi who had been slain. He didn't, instead he spared my life. There were times I look back and wonder if he had fully understood the impact of his choice in that moment or if he just saw me at the time as just one more tool in his plots to further weaken the Jedi Order. Like others before me, I was trained by his best scholars in the understanding of the Force and its mysteries. My loyalty to the Crusade was assured as my training continued. A chance encounter with Master Noor was fabricated as well as a prefect history that would never be questioned. I was taken in to the Order by Master Noor. My mission was simple, dismantle the Order from within. It would become a mission I could never fulfill.”

The mixture of feelings became clear as she told of her history, “as Master Visst and the Galactic Fleets were moving to engage the Chaos, Master Noor and I discovered a plot to destroy the Order, the Crusade and take complete control over the Republic. It was our belief at the time, that the Azgardians had become targets of this plot only due to their dealings with the Jedi and Master Visst. I later found out through a mission your sister went on that this was true. The plot was massive in concept and design. It had to have taken years if not decades to form. Master Noor's thoughts were that the Jedi Civil War was just a part of that plot. She was wrong and I knew the truth. Later I learned that forces beyond the Chancellor used the Civil War to advance this plot but they were not behind it. Master Noor gave her life so I could escape and let out the warning. I failed. When I woke up aboard an Azgardian supply ship, Azgard had already suffered from the fires of war. Scares that wouldn't heal in the hearts and minds of her people fueled the war. The plot was set in motion and the Order was being hunted down by the Rangers. The Crusade and their leader, the Puppet Master, became an unlikely ally to the Order in our time of need. The war was complete, and the heart and soul of the Republic would be a prize to be sought after. That is, if the Chancellor hadn't turned his own warships against it just before the final fall of the Republic occurred. By the time our forces arrived the entire planet was burning. The death toll was unimaginable.”

“I don't think the minds behind the plot or the war had taken in to account the lust for revenge that the Azgardians were capable of. Their road for vengeance burned across thousands of worlds as they sought retribution. Any world who claimed any level of support for the Republic became their target. The Jedi were too busy trying to avoid destruction at the hands of the Rangers to stem the anger of the Azgardians. While this horrible war raged, the Church stepped up its efforts to recruit members. Force users from both sides sought the peace that the Church offered. There message was pure and called upon all sides for peace. However like all things with this war, the Church was not what it appeared to be. Baklid VI became the Holy Seat of this new faction in the Galaxy and the used the wealth of this world to expand their own influence. Using the war as just cause, the Church drew worlds from the Republic and further hasted the down fall of the Galaxy to how it is now. By the time I inherited the Order after the Assassination of Grand Master Deook, there was nothing remaining of the Republic. Or the Order for that matter, by this time the Order only numbered in a few thousand trained Knights and Padawans. Very few Masters had survived the wars. Due to all of this, the Church had become the dominate Force Tradition in the Galaxy, despite its Crusade origins.”

“There was a short time when the Order, the Azgards and what was left of the Crusade had managed to win peace in the majority of the Galaxy. Just a short period in History. I had sent Jedi out to try to reinforce this peace through missions of Peace. Against the advice of Warlord Brea, I did not have them escorted by Azgardian Warriors. To my horror, the reports of Jedi being assassinated while on these peace missions started to come back. I have failed to foresee that the Ranger threat had not been defeated after all. When the Republic fell, the Chancellor had escaped to organize the Rangers once more. Your sister would later learn how his escape from death was managed and it would turn how we looked at the events in a completely different direction. Our Crusade spies learned that the Rangers were planning an attack on a Crusade world deep in the Core. It was their last refuge and a place where their families were being kept safe from the horrors of war. My Council looked deep in to the Force and saw it was a trap laid by the Rangers in an attempt to finally wipe out the Order. We also found out that the Church had its hands in this trap as well. It was the final act of their break away from the Crusade. The debate was frieze and I truly believed, at the time, I offered a sound argument to rescue the family members of our Crusade allies from this plot. I had thought that I had not allowed the attachment of my own family being on this world to govern my actions. I had thought that I had the support of my council. It would be a mistake that I would later regret.”

“The Rangers didn't expect the Jedi to show up in defense of this world with the full force of our allies. The battle was short lived and the world was saved. The Rangers were finally destroy and their threat to the Galaxy was over. I was hailed a hero and for the first time we actually thought we could rebuild the Republic. That was till we returned to our new home. That was till we were betrayed. On our way home, we had a final meeting with the Azgardians. After that meeting, they left the Galaxy to fend for its self. Warlord Bree told me that one day they would return when the Republic called one them once more. When we returned to our new home on Naboo, the final betrayal of the Jedi occurred. A member of my own Council, a trusted advisor and personal friend turned on us. He was a refugee during Jedi Civil War and his entire family had been killed during the bombing of their colony. He never trusted our Crusade allies, and at the time no one understood why. Sometime during the war with the Republic he found an obscure data card with something called the Yagami Files on it. No one ever suspected that he had become obsessed with the files or the destruction of the Crusade. When we first betrayed us and revealed these files even I didn't know what they were. He blamed the Crusade for the death of his family. No one ever thought he was capable of such hatred, his emotions had always been an issue but never like this. I had only told one person of my past in relationship with the Crusade. Your sister, Plo. Before all, he leveled claims against me and revealed my secret. He split the Order claiming my true loyalty was to the Crusade. He accused our last battle to be more proof of this. We had lost so many good Jedi. Many were my personal friends. Even at the time I was still grieving their loss. In the halls we built to bring peace back to the Galaxy, combat raged. The Order once more was divided. For those who wanted to place blame for all the horrors of what had happened, I became an easy target.”

“I found myself locked in a duel over the fate of the Order. All my life I had been trained to destroy the Order. In that very moment I found myself doing everything in my power to defend its future. In the end I did defeat him. In my moment of victory, I looked around to see the bloodshed in our temple and realized what was wrong with our Order. In the end I saw how our attachments over the past drove our emotions to war. I felt the Force moving about me and knew what had to be done. As I stood over him our eyes met and in that moment I realized the killing had to end. I lowered my lightsaber and ordered his surrender. I never saw the attack coming as I was stabbed in the back by an unseen attacker. When I came through, I was in Plo's arms. The look on her face told me that she didn't betray me or my trust. I could see the Betrayer was dead and his forces were fleeing our new temple. I remember fires and the ground shaking. I was knew I was dying. I asked your sister to promise me not to allow the traditions of the Order to vanish to history. She gave her word to ensure that the Order would survive this act of betrayal.”

Looking up to to him once more, “I know this doesn't answer all your questions, but I hope this helps you prepare for what more you will learn.”


Master Murl

Having listened attentively to Master Tabbane's tragic account of the galactic downfall and her own demise with his heart, mind, and senses keenly attuned to the Force, Daz was fascinated that he had unearthed as many questions as answers. Nonetheless, these questions were information in and of themselves, a commodity he appreciated.

"What troubles you, Master Tabanne?" Daz asked candidly. "These sorrows are behind you now, but your countenance is that of one delivering bad news to a good friend." Given that she was one with the Force, he respectfully took her at her word when she told him that he was not ready to learn the answers to all of the questions he had asked of her. He had resolved to trust in the Force and was content to do so. However, he wondered if there was something more she could tell him about what she had been able to share.

"I have noticed that, like the Puppet Master, you refer to Plo as my 'half-sister' rather than my 'sister' as she was listed in the Jedi Archives of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant," Daz mused. "Such a relation to me would be incongruous with our purportedly shared parentage. Might you be able to assist me in understanding that inconsistency? I would still like to know how Plo was freed from carbonite, who provided her with an antidote to the poison that the Puppet Master dosed her with, and what ultimately became of her." he pressed.

There was something else, and as far-fetched as it seemed, the Jedi investigator instincts ingrained in Daz insisted that he inquire further, just to be certain. "There is one more thing. Why do you conceal the identity of your Betrayer?" he asked, tilting his head curiously. "The Crusade crafted a diabolical scheme to murder my parents in cold blood during the Jedi Civil War. To add insult to injury, the Puppet Master cloned me and brainwashed the resulting lifeform to be a genocidal monster. My parents' executions were carried out under my clone's supervision before he vanished without a trace. Such wanton cruelty defies explanation." He paused, shaking his head at the memory before going on. "Tonight you have told one more individual from your past about your ties to the Crusade. Given that the Force has brought me into the future, I have little doubt that it can also return me to the past. I too have reviewed the Yagami Files. However, I can assure you that I will not give myself over to hatred in the future, present, or past. What occurred was the will of the Force, and, after learning the hard way, but learning my lesson well all the same, I have accepted it as such." Daz deferentially lowered his head.


Master Tabanne

Her sadness was clearly written across her face, “The visions which I am expressing to you come with a great sense of powerful emotions Daz. I am not delivering bad news, I am merely stating the facts as seen through my eyes.” She looked down as to focus the Force and draw upon its power. “Holding this form drains on me as it is, adding to this drain is maintaining control over these powerful emotions. I fear that this will be the last time I will be able to cross over and speak with anyone else in this realm. It is almost pleasant feeling. Remaining here in this form on this side of life defies the will of the Force. I look forward to returning after this request is completed.”

She nodded as she changes subject, “As for your sister. Daz, Plo looked up to you in all regards. Yes, you both shared a parent and didn't. It is not my place to talk to you about this and I sense that you are not ready for the truth about your family. Not yet my friend. I will tell you this. Everything you did, before the reports of your loss during the battle of Hothe, she idealized. Your successes, your failures, everything helped shape her in to the Jedi she became. I recall her making the choice between following your footsteps in becoming a Jedi Investigator or becoming a Instructor of the Force. She asked me what I thought you would want her to do. As we both did so many times, we turned to each other for advice and council. She helped guide me as much as I helped guide her. I told her that you would want her to follow her heart and heed the will of the Force. It was a funny thought, I had the same conversation with her when I was asked to become Grand Master of the Jedi. Her answer was nearly the same. As for how she was freed from the Carbonite, I do not know. Nor do I know what events transpired. All I know is that what ever happened, it came at a great personal price from Warlord Brea. I never thought I would see Plo again, then one day there she was. Warlord Brea said that no price could compare to that of pure Friendship. Plo and I were like sisters. I loved her like my own blood.” Once more the sadness returned, “I recall the look on her face as I died. I tried to comfort her in the loss. But I fear that I failed in that task as well. As for what became of her, she became a Jedi Master that would bring honor and pride to you. I know your life had that affect on her.”

Taking in a deep breath, “I conceal the identity of my betrayer because you are not ready for this truth.” summoning up the Force to such a degree that Daz could feel it flowing around her at levels he would associate with that of a Grand Master, “You speak of the Crusade as nothing more than a blood thirsty organization with only purely evil ends. I will tell you that the Crusade is not only what you have seen them to be. However, the Crusade is no more. What they did are a matter of history. I would also remind you that if the Crusade had not joined the battle against the Rangers and the Republic. The Azgardians and the Order would not have been able to achieve victory. The Puppet Master had many favorites he enjoyed toying with. You inherited your status from your father.” She raised her hand waving off any questions that might come up from that statement. “However, all that you endured under his toying with you, helped create the Master I see before me. You can look at this with some sense of comfort. What you do with who you are is up to you. However as you have said regarding our own crossing, it has shaped me to who I am. I learned much from you and it made me a better Jedi for it. Your impact on my life brought good because I wanted good to come from it. What the Puppet Master did with you within your life is up to you as to what comes from it.”

She paused a moment, “I wonder if it would bring you comfort to know that the man that you know as the Puppet Master gave his own life to save the very children belonging to the Order that I was trained to destroy. I used to mediate on that battle and it would always bring me great enlightenment that no matter what the past tells us of others, no one's future is set in stone.” she took a moment to refocus herself as she faded a bit. Once her image was stable she continued, “As for you being here, The Force did not bring you to the Future nor did I even know this was possible. I do not know of your future nor if you will return to the past. I am sorry Daz, as much as I know, you are here to stay because you were meant to be here.”


Master Murl

The realization that Master Tabanne would no longer be able to appear to him or any other lifeform as a Force spirit gave Daz a bittersweet pang in his chest. He would miss the opportunity to commune with her again, but found solace in the knowledge that she would soon know abundant peace and harmony, continuing to live on within the Force itself. Many centuries had passed since her death, yet she had managed to manifest herself there that night, and he was honored to have received her guidance.

A profound sense of happiness surrounded Daz like a warm embrace as she spoke of the woman who he now definitively knew to have been his half-sister, Jedi Master Plo Murl. Knowing that not only his triumphs, but also his most terrible mistakes had served to direct her path to becoming a virtuous Jedi Master had the effect of clean water cascading over his bloodstained conscience.

It did give Daz some degree of comfort to know that the Puppet Master had sacrificed himself to save Jedi younglings. He could appreciate Master Tabanne's point; the incarnation of the Puppet Master that had plagued him since he was a Padawan had been an idealist. He made a mental note to let the Puppet Master serve as a grim reminder that good intentions do not necessarily make a thing right.

It was strange, the way that Master Tabanne spoke of the Puppet Master as one might be expected to speak of a father, but in many ways he had been exactly that to her. She had silenced Daz before he could even begin to ask her about the Puppet Master's special interest in his father, Baran Do Sage Ord Murl.

Until scores of Baran Do Sages, including his parents, had been abducted from Dorin's Baran Do Temple in Dor'shan, Daz was unaware that the Puppet Master had ever targeted their secluded community at all. In fact, he suspected that they might never have fallen victim to the Crusade if not simply to torment him personally.

Master Tabanne's statement certainly gave him reason to believe that the parent he and his as yet unidentified twin brother had in common with his half-sister Plo was, in fact, his mother, Baran Do Sage Min Plund. However, Daz had felt the pain of his father's death through the Force aboard Ka-riss-ah…

Immediately following that sad experience, near the height of the Jedi Civil War, Daz and his compatriots had journeyed to Origin, returned to Coruscant, ventured to an uncharted Crusade world, reemerged from hyperspace to find the Republic had advanced two years into the future, undertaken a mission to Neeshana, and then finally made their way back to Coruscant before Daz finally discovered that Ord Murl and Min Plund had been slain at the hands of Biggs Saar and Lysire Chalco under the supervision of the Puppet Master's clone of Daz. The two years he was absent from Republic space had made it seem as though he had felt his father's death much closer to when their murders had occurred than he actually had.

Daz recalled an even earlier time before his friends and, at the time, fellow fugitives and he had even discovered Ka-riss-ah, right after they had fled Coruscant after he had unintentionally shattered their Fellowship, allowing the extra-galactic Chaos to attack the Republic and Azgard fleets in orbit over Coruscant, turning what had been meant to be an act of sabotage by Rebel Jedi into an unspeakable disaster, causing mass casualties and widespread destruction over and on the city planet's surface.

Having sought refuge on Baklid VI, Daz had received a vision through the Force as the others and he had slept in a cave. In it, he saw himself as an infant, crying in a crib beside another infant he knew to be his twin brother, who he sensed had not been touched by the Force. Five Kel Dor adults stood around their crib, including Ord Murl, Min Plund, and Jedi Master Qu'wash…

Suddenly, everything came zooming into focus at once. Daz now recalled learning that his former instructor, ace Jedi investigator turned infamous Rebel Jedi, Master Qu'Wash, had been slain by Warlord Raynar Heartman after prolonged single combat on Baklid VI at the same time he had felt his father's death through the Force.

As Daz began to comprehend the implications of this revelation, he listened to Master Tabanne as she reminded him that the past of an individual does not dictate the future, which can always be altered by choices. She added that although she did not know how he had arrived in this era, she felt that he was where and when the Force meant for him to be.

"Master Tabanne," Daz announced to her Force spirit as she began to fade away, "my father was none other than Master Qu'Wash!" He rose to his feet, folding his hands and humbly bowing to her increasingly translucent blue form. Thank you for bestowing your insight into the Force and helping shine light onto the past. May the Force be with you."


Master Tabanne

The look on her face change to a sense of concern, "Daz, you are not yet ready to face the truth of your family or their History. There is darkness down this path which you are facing. You must not seek it further till you are ready."

There was sense of concern on her face that the warning has fallen on deaf ears. She nods and accepts what will be, "May the Force be with you Master Murl. Be safe Daz." On that note, Jedi Master Preena Tabanne faded in to the darkness for the last time.]]> <![CDATA[Ashla Shyrne and Jedi Master Visst Dassek]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=26 Sun, 07 Jul 2013 16:18:44 -0700 Akirapryde]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=26 Originally Posted: January 11 - 21, 2012
Frozen Forests of Darven Proviance
Socialist People's Republic of Fra
Mid Rim World of Fra
September 24th, 1936

Ashla
Ashla set contemplating a slight bit longer around her tiny fire with the Pilot playing a few quick games of cards with him. After some time she excused herself from him saying she needed to deal with something.

Walking over to the center fire that only recently held the other members of the party that Ashla had seen fighting, there only remain one. The one she did not want to talk to, the one who could kill her. Or save her.

Looking, well scared, Ashla walked over to where he sat,
"Master Visst, may I sit with you a moment?"

Ashla seems nervous as well as scared shitless. She does not look at Visst while she says this, as her head is looking at the ground near the center fire they are by.


Master Dassek

It did not take an investigator, nor one of Visst's skill to tell that there was something was bothering her. his large eyes watched her closely for a few seconds then he motioned for her to take a seat seaside him.

"Please do." He paused for a couple of seconds to see if she would say anything before asking. "Is anything bothering you?"

He was concerned that anyone should be so scared, fear was something dangerous in any group like this, no way back to what everyone knew, facing what seemed like impossible odds. Fear was the last thing they needed circling about. Perhaps he could do something to calm reassure and sooth her.


Ashla

Placing herself both close to Visst and at the same time holding herself back from him she sits.

"Yes, I have done somethings that have bothered me. At the time they did not ... After yes they did." Pausing, "I.. I need to tell you, but I don't think I can here." She said still not looking at him.

"I know what will happen to me, by a warriors touch should she find out" This last was said very quietly no more then a mere whisper on the snap of the fire.

At that she did look directly at Visst, and as she did she held her hand out to him holding something.

quietly


Master Dassek

Visst took the note from Ashla, looking at it before standing. "Alright, a short walk should put us out of earshot of whoever you are afraid will hear you.


Ashla

What Visst held in his hand was not just a note. It held the tooth headstall that she as a Togruta huntress always wore. Ashla had thought long on handing this piece of her over to him. However within her culture from years before, a hunter that failed a mission and put others in danger would lose what she had won for herself.

This long standing tradition of her people was little known to the outside world, but Ashla thought Visst would understand to a degree what it meant.

"Thank you, sir." Standing up she asked, "Would you lead or shall I?" Biting her lib as she said this.


Master Dassek

Visst looked at the two items there, a gift?, he had spent a short amount of time studying Torgtuta culture, but not this was an odd behavior, or better an odd attitude for it.

She was afraid and had given him a gift. surely she knew it would..Perhaps it was something more than a gift. "No need to call me sir. If you feel the need to show respect for me master is the proper word." It was nothing more than an informative piece for him and he continued on as if it were a normal follow-up "Where did you get these?" The dead quite of a stroll would only serve to make her more nervous he was sure.


Ashla

"The Teeth?" Thinking back, "This head piece came from my mother. It was handed down to me from her. This is done with my family. It will end with me as I do not have a daughter to hand it to. These two here," pointing at two larger fangs to either side of the piece, "These are from the back of the mouth of a rancor. I did a lot of hunting during my time before I joined up with you, Sir..Master Visst. Sorry it is a force of habit to say Sir."

Quite talk, it does help. Ashla was thankful to him for this. After all she had done this to her squad during the war.


Master Dassek

That is an interesting tale, and I am glad to hear that you have put the past of your hunting behind you. As for the headdress I will mind it for you, but it is something that should be passed to one that benefits from your teachings.

"Where did you pick up calling those you respect sir?" The skin at the corners of his beak tightened in the approximation of a smile. He knew that he was not respected by her yet. He did hoped to earn it in her eyes. He was used to this.

As they passed the edge of camp he took a deep breath, before calming himself. "So you had something you wanted to tell me?"


Ashla

Ashla decided to answer his second question first. "I thought you knew? I was a scout in the Republic's Army during the Jedi Civil War. I led a scout group that patrolled out with an AT-AT unit. I did mechanic work for them as well as leading the ground portion of that unit. As to calling those in the upper ranks Sir, that was to keep from getting my ass burned out. Hence why Sir, is natural over Master."

Pausing before answering the second question, knowing what it would cause her.

"Master Visst, you of all here should know that a born hunter will never stop. You can cage them, put pretty cloths on them, take away their weapons, but they will never stop being what they are. Weapons come in many forms Master Visst. From the natural fang and claw, to spear and gun. Also to precious items and words. "

She closed her eyes. "Maybe I should explain first what exactly I have given you. That headstall within my people is a mark of a hunter or huntress, we are given it by our mother if we are daughters or by our father if we are sons. It is a sign of our coming of age. As we grow older we add to it. These days, well before we came here,"Gesturing to world around them, "Not many of my race does leave our world, those that do usually do not add to what they are given to them. I did, I added the Rancor teeth, and a few others to that as well."

Looking at Visst, "When a hunter knows he messed up and has put those that he is with in danger, his life is put at the mercy of the hand of his Clan leaders. As a hunter he willing gives up their most precious possession which is forfeited to the clan until a decision on his fate is made. Thus I have given mine to you."


Master Dassek

Visst looked between the items and ashla for a moment. He was glad to hear she was willing to accepts responsibility for her actions.

I appreciate the guesture, but I am beginning to worry for you. what is it that you did?


Ashla

"Master Visst, Sir, I have put us all in danger. I both betrayed everything that we are, and in turn was betrayed by the one I confided in. "

As Ashla said this she knelt on the ground in front of Visst, taking out and placing both her pistols and pointed the handle stocks toward him.
"The simple part is that I fell in what seemed to be love, well a deep respect for what turn out to be the Field Marshal's spy. The Togruta commander. "

Now that she started it came easy for Ashla to tell everything that happened those days that she was gone with the rebels for. She told about how she was able to help their scouts become better at what they did. About setting up better systems for training and much more.

"The Commander and I got close very fast, he gave me something I had been missing ever since I joined this... you. He gave me respect. He gave me tasks that suited who and what I was. He showed me that finally someone understood that I can help the situation, that I could do something and not sit there and be ignored. That just because I wasn't Azguard, that I was not a Jedi, I was still useful. He gave me that.

Taking a deep breath Ashla couldn't stop now.

"One of the nights that he and I were together, we had a wonderful meal, wonderful conversation... Wonderful until I realized what I had done. I told him everything, I told him who and what we are, that we were not from the time. Everything..." Her shoulders slumping at this point knowing that what she just had said was more then enough to condemn herself but Ashla knew it was not finished.

"After I had told him he gave me even more respect by not taking advantage of a great situation for us to have sex. I wanted it, I knew he did as well, but he said it was not right or something. His words seem so far forgotten as I speak them. The next day we were barely apart, I had become it seemed his aid de camp. The few times I was not with him seemed like bare minutes. I don not know if he managed to get it out what I had said to the Field Marshal or not.

The day after was the battle. During the battle he took shrapnel to his chest. He started to bleed from it. I saw it. He tried to cover it." Looking up toward the sky, avoiding Master Visst's eyes. "He bled red, he bled traitor. Torgruta's bleed green.

I drew my pistol, "placing a hand on the smaller of the two "he tried to draw on me..I shot him. I killed him."

Looking back toward her guns, toward Visst's feet. She knew that she was a dead woman. Her shoulders slumped, her head down, her skin shivering, even though it was not the coldest it had been. Ashla, it seemed had already lost all confidence in herself and in the situation. Her will was broken down and gone.

"I betrayed us all. All for the sake of being wanted...I wish...

No, I don't wish, I did what I did and now I accept whatever I deserve. My only request is if I am to die, do it fast."


Master Dassek

Visst listened to Ashla as she said they were all in danger. His eyes fell closed as he tried to feel the emotions flowing around the area, but only was able to feel the elevated anxiety coming from the woman in front of him.

When his eyes opened, Ashla was kneeling on the ground in front of him. It was a guesture that he appreciated. As she began to tell the story Visst saw where the story was going, but let her talk, believing that getting it off her chest would be good for her.

As she spoke of respect Visst wondered if that was how she had allowed herself to start thinking about things, but he let her finish her spiel without interruption.

When she was finished, visst used the force to lift her blasters into the air, closing his hand around the barrels of the two weapons. "Are you prepared to accept the consequences of your actions?"

His tone was flat and he planned to hold her accountable for her actions, though likely not in the way she expected. He was ready for her to make her move to run or attack. it was not the logical choice, but he had learned that fear and logic were not always cotemporally present.

While he waited for her he stayed alert, not only for Ashla, but also for a potential Azgardian justice.


Ashla

Staying kneeling in front of him, Ashla knew he was waiting for he to run, she wouldn't. To die like a hunted creature was to worst way to go. Ashla knew Azgardian way of justice when it came to betrayal.

"I will not run, I have given my life into your hands with what I have told you. I know fully that even though I told you this, I still face death till this is over. I accepted what I did and now I will pay the consequences for what I have done. I fear what I have done, but I will not hide behind my words. "

Ashla thought about telling him it was emotion that she blamed, but then the emotions came from herself, therefore it was still her fault and could Not use it as an excuse for what she did.


Master Dassek

Visst took in a breath. "Having listened to your story, and your reasons for what you have done. You have come to me and asked me to hold you accountable for your actions. You have done none of this maliciously, but none the less it has compromised the security of us all."

He paused for several long seconds as he made certain the action was one he wanted to take given the circumstances. "This will not be happening again, and so we are clear it is not because of what you are, but what you choose to be that I had not respected you. I respect a wide range of belief systems, but selfishness is not something I respect. You have shown me that you are responsible, however. I will offer you a deal I will make certain that Talon does not kill you for this, in return, you will serve this group by acting as a model citizen, and applying your skills to help the Council for the Formation of the New Republic."


Ashla

"A deal for my life..." Ashla was taken aback... "of course Master Visst. I can give you my best but what can I do that the others can't do for you better Sir? Everyone of the team can do something better in every way to what I can do."

Shaking her head.

" I don't care. I don't care if the others can be better, you are now asking me to do something for you. I have my abilities, you know I am er was a Bounty Hunter, I can deal with people rather well when needed. Just tell me Sir, what can I do, and I will do my best to do what you will."

Model citizen? Maybe she could be. Smuggler turned diplomat in a way? Maybe, just maybe...


Master Dassek

Visst watched her closely gauging her sincerity. "Good then. The deal is not something that I wished terribly to propose, but Talon will be comforted by its existence. There was also a second reason, that tipped that choice though. It is something hard and sure for you to hold onto. A choice that you made that you can remember in the future. If you feel that you are not valued, I would suggest that you speak to me. Though you cannot see them, my ears are good at listening, and while I have a responsibility to the Jedi, the Jedi have a responsibility to all."

"I must be going to speak with Talon, in the meantime try to stay out of sight. It should not take that long to speak with her." With that he turned and made his way back toward the camp, seeking out Talon to tell her what had occurred.


Ashla

As he turned away from her Ashla stumbled to her feet and then had to fall forward and place her hand on the ground as her legs were on fire from sitting still for so long.

"Master Visst. Thank you. Thank you for listening to me." Sh sat back on the ground wondering at what he was going to tell Talon...OR at least what part he would tell her...and the others.

She would wait, she would not fail him, not someone else again.]]> Originally Posted: January 11 - 21, 2012
Frozen Forests of Darven Proviance
Socialist People's Republic of Fra
Mid Rim World of Fra
September 24th, 1936

Ashla
Ashla set contemplating a slight bit longer around her tiny fire with the Pilot playing a few quick games of cards with him. After some time she excused herself from him saying she needed to deal with something.

Walking over to the center fire that only recently held the other members of the party that Ashla had seen fighting, there only remain one. The one she did not want to talk to, the one who could kill her. Or save her.

Looking, well scared, Ashla walked over to where he sat,
"Master Visst, may I sit with you a moment?"

Ashla seems nervous as well as scared shitless. She does not look at Visst while she says this, as her head is looking at the ground near the center fire they are by.


Master Dassek

It did not take an investigator, nor one of Visst's skill to tell that there was something was bothering her. his large eyes watched her closely for a few seconds then he motioned for her to take a seat seaside him.

"Please do." He paused for a couple of seconds to see if she would say anything before asking. "Is anything bothering you?"

He was concerned that anyone should be so scared, fear was something dangerous in any group like this, no way back to what everyone knew, facing what seemed like impossible odds. Fear was the last thing they needed circling about. Perhaps he could do something to calm reassure and sooth her.


Ashla

Placing herself both close to Visst and at the same time holding herself back from him she sits.

"Yes, I have done somethings that have bothered me. At the time they did not ... After yes they did." Pausing, "I.. I need to tell you, but I don't think I can here." She said still not looking at him.

"I know what will happen to me, by a warriors touch should she find out" This last was said very quietly no more then a mere whisper on the snap of the fire.

At that she did look directly at Visst, and as she did she held her hand out to him holding something.

quietly


Master Dassek

Visst took the note from Ashla, looking at it before standing. "Alright, a short walk should put us out of earshot of whoever you are afraid will hear you.


Ashla

What Visst held in his hand was not just a note. It held the tooth headstall that she as a Togruta huntress always wore. Ashla had thought long on handing this piece of her over to him. However within her culture from years before, a hunter that failed a mission and put others in danger would lose what she had won for herself.

This long standing tradition of her people was little known to the outside world, but Ashla thought Visst would understand to a degree what it meant.

"Thank you, sir." Standing up she asked, "Would you lead or shall I?" Biting her lib as she said this.


Master Dassek

Visst looked at the two items there, a gift?, he had spent a short amount of time studying Torgtuta culture, but not this was an odd behavior, or better an odd attitude for it.

She was afraid and had given him a gift. surely she knew it would..Perhaps it was something more than a gift. "No need to call me sir. If you feel the need to show respect for me master is the proper word." It was nothing more than an informative piece for him and he continued on as if it were a normal follow-up "Where did you get these?" The dead quite of a stroll would only serve to make her more nervous he was sure.


Ashla

"The Teeth?" Thinking back, "This head piece came from my mother. It was handed down to me from her. This is done with my family. It will end with me as I do not have a daughter to hand it to. These two here," pointing at two larger fangs to either side of the piece, "These are from the back of the mouth of a rancor. I did a lot of hunting during my time before I joined up with you, Sir..Master Visst. Sorry it is a force of habit to say Sir."

Quite talk, it does help. Ashla was thankful to him for this. After all she had done this to her squad during the war.


Master Dassek

That is an interesting tale, and I am glad to hear that you have put the past of your hunting behind you. As for the headdress I will mind it for you, but it is something that should be passed to one that benefits from your teachings.

"Where did you pick up calling those you respect sir?" The skin at the corners of his beak tightened in the approximation of a smile. He knew that he was not respected by her yet. He did hoped to earn it in her eyes. He was used to this.

As they passed the edge of camp he took a deep breath, before calming himself. "So you had something you wanted to tell me?"


Ashla

Ashla decided to answer his second question first. "I thought you knew? I was a scout in the Republic's Army during the Jedi Civil War. I led a scout group that patrolled out with an AT-AT unit. I did mechanic work for them as well as leading the ground portion of that unit. As to calling those in the upper ranks Sir, that was to keep from getting my ass burned out. Hence why Sir, is natural over Master."

Pausing before answering the second question, knowing what it would cause her.

"Master Visst, you of all here should know that a born hunter will never stop. You can cage them, put pretty cloths on them, take away their weapons, but they will never stop being what they are. Weapons come in many forms Master Visst. From the natural fang and claw, to spear and gun. Also to precious items and words. "

She closed her eyes. "Maybe I should explain first what exactly I have given you. That headstall within my people is a mark of a hunter or huntress, we are given it by our mother if we are daughters or by our father if we are sons. It is a sign of our coming of age. As we grow older we add to it. These days, well before we came here,"Gesturing to world around them, "Not many of my race does leave our world, those that do usually do not add to what they are given to them. I did, I added the Rancor teeth, and a few others to that as well."

Looking at Visst, "When a hunter knows he messed up and has put those that he is with in danger, his life is put at the mercy of the hand of his Clan leaders. As a hunter he willing gives up their most precious possession which is forfeited to the clan until a decision on his fate is made. Thus I have given mine to you."


Master Dassek

Visst looked between the items and ashla for a moment. He was glad to hear she was willing to accepts responsibility for her actions.

I appreciate the guesture, but I am beginning to worry for you. what is it that you did?


Ashla

"Master Visst, Sir, I have put us all in danger. I both betrayed everything that we are, and in turn was betrayed by the one I confided in. "

As Ashla said this she knelt on the ground in front of Visst, taking out and placing both her pistols and pointed the handle stocks toward him.
"The simple part is that I fell in what seemed to be love, well a deep respect for what turn out to be the Field Marshal's spy. The Togruta commander. "

Now that she started it came easy for Ashla to tell everything that happened those days that she was gone with the rebels for. She told about how she was able to help their scouts become better at what they did. About setting up better systems for training and much more.

"The Commander and I got close very fast, he gave me something I had been missing ever since I joined this... you. He gave me respect. He gave me tasks that suited who and what I was. He showed me that finally someone understood that I can help the situation, that I could do something and not sit there and be ignored. That just because I wasn't Azguard, that I was not a Jedi, I was still useful. He gave me that.

Taking a deep breath Ashla couldn't stop now.

"One of the nights that he and I were together, we had a wonderful meal, wonderful conversation... Wonderful until I realized what I had done. I told him everything, I told him who and what we are, that we were not from the time. Everything..." Her shoulders slumping at this point knowing that what she just had said was more then enough to condemn herself but Ashla knew it was not finished.

"After I had told him he gave me even more respect by not taking advantage of a great situation for us to have sex. I wanted it, I knew he did as well, but he said it was not right or something. His words seem so far forgotten as I speak them. The next day we were barely apart, I had become it seemed his aid de camp. The few times I was not with him seemed like bare minutes. I don not know if he managed to get it out what I had said to the Field Marshal or not.

The day after was the battle. During the battle he took shrapnel to his chest. He started to bleed from it. I saw it. He tried to cover it." Looking up toward the sky, avoiding Master Visst's eyes. "He bled red, he bled traitor. Torgruta's bleed green.

I drew my pistol, "placing a hand on the smaller of the two "he tried to draw on me..I shot him. I killed him."

Looking back toward her guns, toward Visst's feet. She knew that she was a dead woman. Her shoulders slumped, her head down, her skin shivering, even though it was not the coldest it had been. Ashla, it seemed had already lost all confidence in herself and in the situation. Her will was broken down and gone.

"I betrayed us all. All for the sake of being wanted...I wish...

No, I don't wish, I did what I did and now I accept whatever I deserve. My only request is if I am to die, do it fast."


Master Dassek

Visst listened to Ashla as she said they were all in danger. His eyes fell closed as he tried to feel the emotions flowing around the area, but only was able to feel the elevated anxiety coming from the woman in front of him.

When his eyes opened, Ashla was kneeling on the ground in front of him. It was a guesture that he appreciated. As she began to tell the story Visst saw where the story was going, but let her talk, believing that getting it off her chest would be good for her.

As she spoke of respect Visst wondered if that was how she had allowed herself to start thinking about things, but he let her finish her spiel without interruption.

When she was finished, visst used the force to lift her blasters into the air, closing his hand around the barrels of the two weapons. "Are you prepared to accept the consequences of your actions?"

His tone was flat and he planned to hold her accountable for her actions, though likely not in the way she expected. He was ready for her to make her move to run or attack. it was not the logical choice, but he had learned that fear and logic were not always cotemporally present.

While he waited for her he stayed alert, not only for Ashla, but also for a potential Azgardian justice.


Ashla

Staying kneeling in front of him, Ashla knew he was waiting for he to run, she wouldn't. To die like a hunted creature was to worst way to go. Ashla knew Azgardian way of justice when it came to betrayal.

"I will not run, I have given my life into your hands with what I have told you. I know fully that even though I told you this, I still face death till this is over. I accepted what I did and now I will pay the consequences for what I have done. I fear what I have done, but I will not hide behind my words. "

Ashla thought about telling him it was emotion that she blamed, but then the emotions came from herself, therefore it was still her fault and could Not use it as an excuse for what she did.


Master Dassek

Visst took in a breath. "Having listened to your story, and your reasons for what you have done. You have come to me and asked me to hold you accountable for your actions. You have done none of this maliciously, but none the less it has compromised the security of us all."

He paused for several long seconds as he made certain the action was one he wanted to take given the circumstances. "This will not be happening again, and so we are clear it is not because of what you are, but what you choose to be that I had not respected you. I respect a wide range of belief systems, but selfishness is not something I respect. You have shown me that you are responsible, however. I will offer you a deal I will make certain that Talon does not kill you for this, in return, you will serve this group by acting as a model citizen, and applying your skills to help the Council for the Formation of the New Republic."


Ashla

"A deal for my life..." Ashla was taken aback... "of course Master Visst. I can give you my best but what can I do that the others can't do for you better Sir? Everyone of the team can do something better in every way to what I can do."

Shaking her head.

" I don't care. I don't care if the others can be better, you are now asking me to do something for you. I have my abilities, you know I am er was a Bounty Hunter, I can deal with people rather well when needed. Just tell me Sir, what can I do, and I will do my best to do what you will."

Model citizen? Maybe she could be. Smuggler turned diplomat in a way? Maybe, just maybe...


Master Dassek

Visst watched her closely gauging her sincerity. "Good then. The deal is not something that I wished terribly to propose, but Talon will be comforted by its existence. There was also a second reason, that tipped that choice though. It is something hard and sure for you to hold onto. A choice that you made that you can remember in the future. If you feel that you are not valued, I would suggest that you speak to me. Though you cannot see them, my ears are good at listening, and while I have a responsibility to the Jedi, the Jedi have a responsibility to all."

"I must be going to speak with Talon, in the meantime try to stay out of sight. It should not take that long to speak with her." With that he turned and made his way back toward the camp, seeking out Talon to tell her what had occurred.


Ashla

As he turned away from her Ashla stumbled to her feet and then had to fall forward and place her hand on the ground as her legs were on fire from sitting still for so long.

"Master Visst. Thank you. Thank you for listening to me." Sh sat back on the ground wondering at what he was going to tell Talon...OR at least what part he would tell her...and the others.

She would wait, she would not fail him, not someone else again.]]> <![CDATA[Ashla Shyrne and Warrior Jahdai Heartman]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=25 Fri, 05 Jul 2013 06:59:18 -0700 Akirapryde]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=25 Originally Posted: January 8 - 16, 2012
Frozen Forests of Darven Proviance
Socialist People's Republic of Fra
Mid Rim World of Fra
September 24th, 1936

OOC Set Up: Ashla
Ashla was tired. Ever since I kill that man I have not been sleeping. I have not been thinking. Watching the others at the fire, I realized I can't be with them now.

~rustling around for some branches~

I need warmth,

~Sounds of a fire being built~

It is small, it is what I expected to feel from him. But he was big, I wish...I wish...I... lapsing off

Stares at the fire.


Warrior Jahdai

"Hey there kiddo!" Came a voice from behind Ashla. If she turned around, she would see none other than the pilot walking up next to her. He always found it amusing to call her kiddo even though the togura was actually older than he was. Probably because she reminded him of his little sister. And what did all good big brothers do with their little sisters? Tease them of course.

"What's going on here?" He asked as he sat down next to Ashla. He leaned back so he could prop himself up with his left elbow and rest his right on his bent knee. He could see that she was lost in the fire. Entranced by its memorizing flames like so many before her. The perfect place to over think things. "In some deep soul searching here are we?"


Ashla

looking up at the pilot Ashly grins. "Aiy, it has been a rough few days. That and with the argument over there" nodding to the other fire " It doesn't sound like they are any better." With the way thing seem to split up like this...well, somehow I think things are going to get far worse."


Warrior Jahdai

A pair of blue eyes glanced over to the fire that Ashla was gesturing to about the argument. Yeah, the whole disortation could be heard from here but that didn't matter. Step two of being a big brother meant reassuring and protecting thy sister. This rule sometimes even took presidence over the first rule of teasing. "I wouldn't be too worried about it." He said with a dismissive gesture with his hand. "You've got to think positive. Not just because 'every day is a new day' or 'you never know what could happen'." The pair of blue eyes now looked over to Ashla. "You need to think positive because you make your own future." He made sure to emphasize the word you both times he said it with his vocal influction as well as pointing to Ashla. He really wanted to drive home the idea that she held her future in her own hands.

"Still..." His voice began to trail off as he turned to face the fure once more. "It never hurts to talk." It never hurts women at least. Men preferred to keep their thoughts locked up. But some females thought talking about feelings was theraputic. Who was he to argue? "What's bugging you?" Rule number three of the big brother list. Be cool, kind, and compassionate when necessary and not for a second longer. Severe teasing must follow these sessions of kindness to restore balance.


Ashla

"I have heard that one before." Meaning the Your life is in you hands. " I Know on one hand I could care less, on the other I know these people slightly and this splitting loves between Angel and Birgr because of an ideal doesn't end well. I have seen it before and I most likely will see it again. " Snorting, "Have you seen whats here? This is nothing for who and what I have been. Positive no problem, I am just pointing out the facts of what is going to happen. Talon, your commander above Birgr is Not going to be happy I think. "

"Hurmf, brother dear, I don't talk to other about me. You should know this by now. It comes from my past of smuggling, I don't talk, I don't die. Leave it." Hoping that for once he would push the subject. "I like it when you tease me, it reminds me of family a long time ago. That and I appreciate your kindness, however, you first and foremost duty is to Talon, and Birgr, I can't forget that."

Falling off into silence, she thought about it again. Saw all the pictures of that day, relived them again. No this, she couldn't tell this young man no matter that he wanted to help her. Ashly knew, even if he promised not to tell, he is an Immortal, he is one I can never be.

Changing the subject. "I bet you cant beat me in a simple game." Ashly said as she pulled out a deck of old time cards.

After some time Ashla gets up from playing a few games saying she needed to deal with something and quietly walks away from her little fire.


Warrior Jahdai

The orange embers of the fire flickering in the pit reflected off of pensive eyes. Eyes that were not making direct contact with Ashla but ones that were clearly listening to everything she had to say. What she spoke of ideals tearing people apart was a sad fact of life. It is what tore the galaxy apart after all. Planets and people were so polarized that one would doubt if a unifying force could ever emerge once more. One that brought about stability without force of arms. At least, not in the galaxy this Azgardian warrior was familiar with.

Ashla's sudden burst and term of endearment brought this man back to reality. She was going on about some rant about not talking about her life. "Oh, of course, how could I forget?" A light tone began to say as a pair of eyes rolled until they met Ashla. "Ashla, also known as Darkside. Darkside because you can never see the darkside of the moon." He was back to teasing her before she knew what hit her. But she retorted with how his teasing actually reminded her of family. A small, genuine smirk appeared across the pilot's lips despite his best effort to conceal his true feelings. "You've gotta remember that we're all family out here. Like it or not."

Then came Ashla's challenge. Nothing more than a simple card game. The pilot was more than happy to oblige her because it was something to keep her mind off of what was really bothering her. But the card game would not last as Ashla quickly excused herself from the fire. It seemed that whatever was bothering her was bigger than what he first expected.]]> Originally Posted: January 8 - 16, 2012
Frozen Forests of Darven Proviance
Socialist People's Republic of Fra
Mid Rim World of Fra
September 24th, 1936

OOC Set Up: Ashla
Ashla was tired. Ever since I kill that man I have not been sleeping. I have not been thinking. Watching the others at the fire, I realized I can't be with them now.

~rustling around for some branches~

I need warmth,

~Sounds of a fire being built~

It is small, it is what I expected to feel from him. But he was big, I wish...I wish...I... lapsing off

Stares at the fire.


Warrior Jahdai

"Hey there kiddo!" Came a voice from behind Ashla. If she turned around, she would see none other than the pilot walking up next to her. He always found it amusing to call her kiddo even though the togura was actually older than he was. Probably because she reminded him of his little sister. And what did all good big brothers do with their little sisters? Tease them of course.

"What's going on here?" He asked as he sat down next to Ashla. He leaned back so he could prop himself up with his left elbow and rest his right on his bent knee. He could see that she was lost in the fire. Entranced by its memorizing flames like so many before her. The perfect place to over think things. "In some deep soul searching here are we?"


Ashla

looking up at the pilot Ashly grins. "Aiy, it has been a rough few days. That and with the argument over there" nodding to the other fire " It doesn't sound like they are any better." With the way thing seem to split up like this...well, somehow I think things are going to get far worse."


Warrior Jahdai

A pair of blue eyes glanced over to the fire that Ashla was gesturing to about the argument. Yeah, the whole disortation could be heard from here but that didn't matter. Step two of being a big brother meant reassuring and protecting thy sister. This rule sometimes even took presidence over the first rule of teasing. "I wouldn't be too worried about it." He said with a dismissive gesture with his hand. "You've got to think positive. Not just because 'every day is a new day' or 'you never know what could happen'." The pair of blue eyes now looked over to Ashla. "You need to think positive because you make your own future." He made sure to emphasize the word you both times he said it with his vocal influction as well as pointing to Ashla. He really wanted to drive home the idea that she held her future in her own hands.

"Still..." His voice began to trail off as he turned to face the fure once more. "It never hurts to talk." It never hurts women at least. Men preferred to keep their thoughts locked up. But some females thought talking about feelings was theraputic. Who was he to argue? "What's bugging you?" Rule number three of the big brother list. Be cool, kind, and compassionate when necessary and not for a second longer. Severe teasing must follow these sessions of kindness to restore balance.


Ashla

"I have heard that one before." Meaning the Your life is in you hands. " I Know on one hand I could care less, on the other I know these people slightly and this splitting loves between Angel and Birgr because of an ideal doesn't end well. I have seen it before and I most likely will see it again. " Snorting, "Have you seen whats here? This is nothing for who and what I have been. Positive no problem, I am just pointing out the facts of what is going to happen. Talon, your commander above Birgr is Not going to be happy I think. "

"Hurmf, brother dear, I don't talk to other about me. You should know this by now. It comes from my past of smuggling, I don't talk, I don't die. Leave it." Hoping that for once he would push the subject. "I like it when you tease me, it reminds me of family a long time ago. That and I appreciate your kindness, however, you first and foremost duty is to Talon, and Birgr, I can't forget that."

Falling off into silence, she thought about it again. Saw all the pictures of that day, relived them again. No this, she couldn't tell this young man no matter that he wanted to help her. Ashly knew, even if he promised not to tell, he is an Immortal, he is one I can never be.

Changing the subject. "I bet you cant beat me in a simple game." Ashly said as she pulled out a deck of old time cards.

After some time Ashla gets up from playing a few games saying she needed to deal with something and quietly walks away from her little fire.


Warrior Jahdai

The orange embers of the fire flickering in the pit reflected off of pensive eyes. Eyes that were not making direct contact with Ashla but ones that were clearly listening to everything she had to say. What she spoke of ideals tearing people apart was a sad fact of life. It is what tore the galaxy apart after all. Planets and people were so polarized that one would doubt if a unifying force could ever emerge once more. One that brought about stability without force of arms. At least, not in the galaxy this Azgardian warrior was familiar with.

Ashla's sudden burst and term of endearment brought this man back to reality. She was going on about some rant about not talking about her life. "Oh, of course, how could I forget?" A light tone began to say as a pair of eyes rolled until they met Ashla. "Ashla, also known as Darkside. Darkside because you can never see the darkside of the moon." He was back to teasing her before she knew what hit her. But she retorted with how his teasing actually reminded her of family. A small, genuine smirk appeared across the pilot's lips despite his best effort to conceal his true feelings. "You've gotta remember that we're all family out here. Like it or not."

Then came Ashla's challenge. Nothing more than a simple card game. The pilot was more than happy to oblige her because it was something to keep her mind off of what was really bothering her. But the card game would not last as Ashla quickly excused herself from the fire. It seemed that whatever was bothering her was bigger than what he first expected.]]> <![CDATA[Commander Birgr Heartman, Jedi Master Angelique Heartman and Jedi Master Visst Dassek]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=24 Fri, 05 Jul 2013 06:46:30 -0700 Akirapryde]]> http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=24 Originally Posted: December 14, 2011 - January 9, 2012
Frozen Forests of Darven Proviance
Socialist People's Republic of Fra
Mid Rim World of Fra
September 24th, 1936


Master Heartman

Angel was thinking to herself sitting by the campfire. Angel though about Order, she was raised by. And how this new order seemed different to her. Angel never though she would be on the Jedi Counsel. Angel was unsure of herself, because her beliefs was different then Visst was. Angel asked herself a unsure question "Was it alright for her have or show emotions of love in this jedi new jedi order?''. Angel sits at the campfire thinking to herself if should talk to Visst or Daz. Angel takes another moment to think wanted who she wanted to talk to. Angel though of Daz and how she wanted to regain her friendship with Daz. Angel felt like she lost it along the way when Daz had lost his path. Maybe this would also help her find herself. Angel Stood up from the camp fire and begins to search for Daz.

Angel wonders around the encampment. Her mind was swam with questions she wanted to know. Like does new order allowed relationships? She knew attachments to people could lead the person down the wrong path. Angel mind wonder back to what was going on now. ''Where was Daz?'' Angel asked herself. Maybe she should be asking Visst these questions. Angel did want to repair he and Daz friendship she knew they have drifted maybe she was over thinking things. Angel wonders back over to the shuttle and approached one of the warriors. "Excuse me do you know where I can find Daz?"


NPC: Azgardian Warrior

He shook his head, "sorry Master Jedi, I haven't."


Master Heartman

Angel frowns a bit. "Oh alright thank-you."

Angel walks away from the Azgard Solder disappointed that she can't find Daz. After a few more steps she stops and watches the spar between Birgr and Talon near one of the landing struts. She stands there for a moment watching their combat play out. She smiled as she watched Birgr as Talon was talking to him. She watched them exchange weapons once more and continue to talk. She felt her heart pound harder in her chest as she watched him. Feeling her face turn warmer she turned and wondered off once more. As she moved through the camp site her mind raced, 'Where is Daz!?' She saw his padawan all by her self. Sitting by the fire she noticed Visst watching Ashla poking the fire with a stick. She also saw her own padawan siting by the fire next to Carissa. 'Daz where are you?' she thought with a frown on her face.


Commander Birgr

Since Talon had left him, there were only two thoughts on Birgr's mind. One was mentally going through the new moves she just taught him. The other, and more so, was Angel. He originally wanted to wait until tomorrow to talk to her, but the excitement was just too much. It was all of ten minutes after Talon left when he started to look for Angel.

He found her by the campfire, sitting alone. It never ceased to amaze him how similar that she and Talon look; and yet, Angel seemed to be more beautiful. In fact, she somehow became more beautiful since he had seen her last.

He decided to go around the fire and come up behind her. She looked deep in her thoughts, so it should be easy enough. "Is this seat taken?" he asked with a boyish grin on his face.


Master Heartman

After spending so much time looking for Daz unsuccessfully, she sits down exhausted at the camp fire. 'Daz' she thought disappointed. Her attention was lost in her own thoughts as the conversation that she wished to have with Daz played out in her mind. Angel knew that attachments were bad and could lead a person down the wrong path. But from her understanding relationships were allowed in the order as long her emotions were controlled. Maybe it was more of a thing Angel needed to talk to Visst's about than with Daz. Maybe Angel was just over thinking things once more. Angel suddenly jumped a bit hearing the sound of Birgr's voice behind her. She could feel her face turning a bit warm once more. “No” she let out a bit flustered by being startled, “its not taken.” She smiled almost playfully as she looked in to his eyes.


Commander Birgr

Birgr took a seat next to her. He seemed to glow with delight. He was still shirtless from the events earlier so his scars were showing. He looked up at the sky and said "Nice night, isn't it?"


Master Heartman

Angel smiles brightly at Bigr she moved her finger over his new scare. Her eyes drifted down to further examine it. She then realized what she was doing and snapped her gaze else where. Anywhere, 'up at the sky' yeah she thought. 'What the hell was I thinking' she blushed. “Um, yes. Yes it is its” she said with a lack of confidence in her voice, “seems no matter where at. The night sky always looks beautiful.” She said as her eyes slowly moved to meet his. 'Get your mind out of the gutter Angel' she thought trying to be playful about her feelings.


Commander Birgr

Noticing that she touched his newly acquired scar, Brigr suddenly dropped his glow for a moment and got a little serious. "Does that bother you at all?" His thought returned to the duel and thinking of her on the side watching him. He was concerned about how she felt about it all.


Master Heartman

Still lost in the moment as he spoke, “wha? Huh? You forget, I am still Azgard. Just because I wear these robes doesn't mean that I have forgotten who I am.” she paused a moment to get her mind and eyes off the scar. “Honor duels are what they are” she said as she turned to face him with her full body. “I know that you were fighting for what you believed in. If you would have died, I would have been hurt” she said looking down with a touch of sadness. “But also, I knew in my heart it would have been a good death for you.” She paused for a moment almost struggling over her own thoughts, “I don't want to change you. I, um, it wouldn't be right.”


Commander Birgr

His smile returned. "You aren't going to change me. I am the way I am. I may still be discovering what that is, but if and when it comes down to it, it is I who must make the choice. Not you, not Talon, just me." He took a brief moment to look into her eyes. He was hoping that what he said next would excite her as much as it did he. "But in the meantime, Talon has permitted me to pursue a relationship with you." He stared intently to see her reaction.


Master Heartman

Her smile seemed to brighten as the words sank in. “This is wonderful news” she commented as then in that moment, the thought of the conversation that she wanted to have with Daz hit home. Her smile slowly drifted, “but I don't know if this new Jedi Order that Visst and Daz are building will allow it. Where Visst is from, such relationships are forbidden I think.” She looked down in sadness as she tried to find away around this issue. “I just don't know if it is allowed anymore” she said softly. The duel and Talon's word weighed heavily on her mind. 'What are you first, Jedi or Azgard' flashed in her memory as she remained silent as her mind tried to over come the struggle. “I don't want to have to choose between you and the Order” she admitted as her eyes drifted downward. She let out a bit of laughter, “It would be easier if Talon lead the Order too.”


Commander Birgr

Birgr wanted to rant and rave about how she should follow her heart and forget the Order; but he also realized that he wouldn't do the same to Azgard. The only reason he is where he is, is that Talon has permitted him to do so. Not to mention there is sound logic in denying relationships. We don't want to put one person above the rest. That is why True Borns don't do it.

Birgr let out a chuckle as he looked down and took a breath. "I'll tell you what." He raised his eyes to meet hers. "I don't want to make you choose as much as you don't want to make me choose. I will wait for you to figure it out." With a smile and a sparkle in his eye, "I'm not going anywhere. For now, let's just enjoy this evening with delightful conversation."


Master Heartman

Despite all that she felt, Angel still hoped she would never have to make this choice between her heart and the Order. She knew the current situation that the Order was in and felt a sense of loyalty to the Order. “They need me” she sighed in defeat as she looked down at her own feet. Her heart and her love meant so much to her, but it was the Order and the greater good that they held for the Galaxy as a whole. If she was to be denied this love, she would be heart broken. Deep down she knew the choice she would have to make and what her answer for it would have to be. The words of her Master echoed in her memory as a tear fell from her eye. Angle knew that she would have to find another way. She would have to speak with Visst, “Visst is the only way, I know he will not force us apart” she said reassuring herself once more. She nodded as she whipped the tear away, 'for now, we have the night' she thought softly as she looked at him with a smile. “You know,” changing the subject and dropped her voice. “When Talon moves in to finish off her enemies, there is a slight wink in her right eye as she locks on to where she will strike her target” she said just over a whisper.


Commander Birgr

Birgr took a moment to relive the blade entering his gut. "She does, doesn't she?" He changes his tone quickly. "Do you mind if we go for a walk? I'm feeling a bit antsy and I fear that if I stay still too long, I will pass out...I still haven't slept yet, but the adrenaline is still kicking."


Master Heartman

Angel smiles slightly as she gives him a nod. “All those sibling duels, how do you think I learned to stay one step ahead of her” she explained with a smile while keeping her voice very low. “You just got to keep an eye out for it. Just before she strikes, it could give you the help you need to beat her in the future.” She said while wonder where Visst was, but she wasn't to worried about it at the moment. Angel moves to stand up as she looks at Birgr. “No, not at all. I would enjoy walking with you” She said as she worried about his well being. She knew he was tougher than other members of their group but still she worried.


Commander Birgr

Birgr stood and stretched. "I have only fought against her twice; and she nearly killed me each time. She has a very unique style which is dangerous. I only hope to keep learning more techniques from her."


Master Dassek

Visst had gone beyond the camp to center himself once more. There was a long hard path ahead of him he was going to start out right. He had sat in the woods meditating and focusing on the world around him, small branches levitating around him as he spoke with the force around him, moving it, letting it flow through him, the subtle feel of the emotional camp before him.

He had settled in facing it, and he felt a great many things coming from it, but most of all he felt the conflict in Angel, just like the conflict that there had been in Birgr. The two were clearly an item. The path Visst was yet conflicted on. He had seen the love lead Lysire down the path to the dark side, but he had also seen it lead Biggs back. It was complicated.

He spent several moments thinking on it before settling against attachments, not for any that he had thought about, but the ones he had not. Attachments to governments and royal families, these things too had to be avoided. They were together he could feel it through the force, he stood, making his way through the camp and approaching the fire.


Master Heartman

Angel thought for a moment as Birgr stood up with her. “I lost count on how many times I dueled against her” explained with a bit of humor in her voice. She offered her arm for him to use as support as she continued, “I remember our most fierce duel. We were thirteen and fought over a boy” she said with a giggle. “Oh he was a older boy from a noble house on Alderaan. I remember his eyes, I used to dream about how our children would have eyes like that. He was my first crush. For her, she was drawn to the military heritage of his family. Travis Harth was his name” she said with a smile on her face. “we fought for almost an hour. Our parents were so mad at both of us after they found out about it. But I won the battle only to loss the boy. He said that he didn't date off worlders, especially Azgardians” she turned to face him, “It would be our last duel. She went off the the Academy and my training with the Jedi became more focused. Also, our visits to the estate never seemed to match anymore. I only saw her twice a year after that” she remembered with great sadness. “As I watched you two duel tonight, it was the first time I ever seen her used that unique fighting style.” Not sure which way Birgr wished to head, she didn't make an attempt to lead the way. “I used to watch our Godfather train, I think it is very similar to that.”


Commander Birgr

Birgr headed off to the right, planning on circling the entire camp, counter-clockwise. "Ariq and I never needed a reason to duel. We would fight for the sake of fighting, and training ourselves. Except for the last ti..." A sadness started to sink in to him as he started to recall Ariq's face as death came over him at the tip of Birgr's blade. "Let's talk about something else."


Master Heartman

Angel nods realizing she might had brought up a sad memory. “I am sorry to bring that up. My sister and I were always so competitive with each other. For us, it helped us grow together.” She took a moment to think about something to talk about that was more cheerful. “Have you ever been to the Heartman Estate on Alderaan?”


Commander Birgr

"No, I have not. What is it like?" Birgr had been given several chances in the past to go, but he turned them down to focus on his training. Right now, he simply wanted to get lost in her voice.


Master Heartman

As the childhood memories fill her mind Angel smiles, “I remember how we, my sister and I would vacation there five to six times a year. Well before Talon and I's big fight. I used to bring Daz with me. I know how much he loves gardens and there were so many on the huge estate. There was always so much to do there.” She pauses for a moment to take a breath and to let her mind catch up to her memory. “Talon and others would spend so much time hunting. There was this river that ran through the estate that many would fish on. Daz and I used to go canoing and camping.” She paused in her steps as she tried to remember something, “I recall a library there also as well. It was under the south lawn. Daz and I used to love playing hide and go seek with other of the kids.” She says as she looks at Birgr and smiles for a moment. “I also remember the lovely gardens. They were by far my favorite of the Estate” she explained than shook her head, “Its such a shame that you didn't have a chance to see it.”


Commander Birgr

"I was focused on my training. I wanted to be the best warrior I could." Birgr didn't want to dwell on this subject but he couldn't figure out how to get her to speak more. He remained silent.


Master Dassek

Visst reached the fire not long after Angel and Birgr had walked off. As Birgr fell silent. He looked between the two as they stood there, thinking about what he had felt from the two. "Master Heartman, if you have the time I would like to speak with you."

It was not a discussion that he was looking forward to. He knew that she was personally invested in a relationship and had been raised in a different environment, one where attachment was encouraged. He had seen where it could lead both good and poor consequences. In the end he had decided it would be best to speak woth each of them and to explain his choice.


Master Heartman

Turning to face Visst, she smiles "Oh, yes Master Visst. Of course. Do you mind if Birgr is here?"

She knew in her heart that she needed to talk to Visst about her direction and the conflict of her heart. She wanted to be a Jedi and at the same time, she wanted Birgr. 'Why can't I have both' she questioned herself. After all her own Master had her lover and was a good Master. She knew that Visst would understand this.


Master Dassek

"As it concerns him I think it fair that he be here. So he can understand if nothing else." He moved an arm motioning along. "Let's walk." He continued on in the direction they had been wandering. "I have sensed trouble, conflict in you, just as I did in Birgr in his meeting with Talon prior to their duel.

He paused, long enough for them to thin about it, but not so long as to invite speech. "I am not sure if I have ever discussed the advantages and disadvantages of attachments for a Jedi."


Master Heartman

“No you haven't Master Visst,” Angel said as her eyes were on him. Her mind raced over the conversation which she was mentally preparing for. She knew what she wanted but also knew what her heart needed. It was one of those times where she was in conflict with herself. Still she was willing to listen to what Visst had to say and learn from his wisdom. “Master Drease has warn me before about attachments,” Angel added, “she said there was nothing wrong with sharing your emotions with another. She warned that I had to be careful of attachments and letting them lead me down the wrong path. She also taught me that love can help bring someone back from the brink of darkness” Angel explained while her gaze fell upon Birgr with a glimmer in her eye. “She told me that great things can be done with love Master Visst. Master Drease spoke from personal experience.”


Commander Birgr

Birgr looked at Visst before he started to speak. "And the only trouble you have sensed with me had to do with the fact that I have had to hide these feelings for a very, very long time. However, this is no longer a problem, since Talon has allowed me to pursue the desires of my heart." He reverted his attention to the object of his affection.


Master Dassek

Visst began to walk through the camp heading toward the edge of it. "Love is a very powerful feeling, it can drive people to do a great many things. I have watched it over and over again since I have been here. In the masters, and in the apprentices. I felt the darkness in Master Chun, and I can only imagine that your master played a part in helping him to resist turning to the dark side. I also have watched it in others, Biggs and Lysire a notable couple that show clearly both the advantageous and disadvantages of it. Pure love is something that stands a chance, but if you allow that emotional attachment, where does it end?"

He looked between both of them. "There is nothing wrong with love. In fact it is encouraged. There is an issue with the relationship. It is an attachment, just as a Jedi still being a crown prince of a world is an attachment."

"I have not come to this decision lightly, but The Jedi cannot afford attachment, relationships. There are great benefits, but great dangers in it as well. What would you not do for the one you loved? That is what its advantage is, that is what its cost is. Both are equal, but both are not equally present. More often one it tempted to darkness than redeemed from it." He looked between the two once more awaiting any response that they had.


Master Heartman

Angel thinks for a moment gathering her thoughts. “Master Visst, I loved Daz like my blood. When the time came, I stood at the crossroads of his darkness. I stood by and refused to follow him. I begged him to stop. Master, I have proven that I will do allot for the one I love. But I know where that line is.” She paused a moment to gather her thoughts once more. “Can a Jedi love without attachments? if so why can't I love Birgr” she questioned. Her heart sank as she realized the painful truth of this conversation. She loved both the Order and Birgr. She felt that she would have to make a choice that would kill her heart either way she had to decided. She closed her eyes for a moment as she fought back the pain that was coming.


Commander Birgr

Noticing that this issue has to do with the Jedi Order, Birgr decided to remain silent for the time being.


Master Dassek

"Your Judgment is not in question Master Heartman, nor is that of any individual. You may of course love Birgr, I am not one who can or ever would tell you how your are to feel. It is attachment that you must shed. In your galaxy I respected the traditions established by your Jedi order. What we are doing now is building one from nothing, not my Jedi Order, nor yours. Attachment cannot be allowed on any level or a line cannot be drawn. Of course there will be a relationship, and love, but you cannot commit yourself to it. Too many knights have fallen because of such distractions. It is too easy to follow one feeling when you should not, take it one step to far."


Master Heartman

She looked down with great sadness in her heart and a heavy sigh of defeat in her voice. "Master, you are correct. I don't like it but you are correct. I will follow my love for Birgr but" she explained while looking to Birgr, "keep the relationship at bay for now." she looked down once more as if to accept another hard pill. She raised her eyes up to meet Master Visst, "Should my emotions grow beyond my ability to control, I will seek your wisdom again."

She pulled away from Birgr softly yet with a sense of determined drive. "I" she said backing up, "I need some time" with a few more steps backwards she finished, "I need some time to think" she spun and ran away from the camp and the pair. No one could see the tears down her face as she rushed in to the night. She couldn't hold her strength any longer. Her heart had been ripped in two and the emotions were on the verge of overwhelming her. She needed so place to help center her mind and bring her emotions back under control. She ran hard in to the night away from the warmth of the camp fires.


Commander Birgr

Birgr watched as Angel ran off. He knew she was upset, probably as upset at Birgr himself. Within an hour he was offered an opportunity to have something he has wanted for a long time but thought he could never have, only to have it snatched from his hands before he could fully extend his arms to grasp it. He was pissed.

Once Angel was out of sight, he darted a look to Visst. He looked into the bird's eyes long enough to convey the message of 'I hope you are fucking happy' without audibly speaking a word before he headed to find somewhere to sleep...assuming that sleep was an option.


Master Dassek

Visst listened to Master Heartman as she spoke, he could tell how she was feeling well enough as she did. It was not something that would be easy for her. His eyes weighed heavily with sadness. It was a choice that he had to make for the good of the order in the future. Just one more hard choice.

Birgr's look did not make it any easier for him. Sorrow filling him, but he closed his eyes and buried it. he was glad that Birgr had not made more of an issue from it that what was the least that it would be.

Visst stood there for a few seconds before making his way back to the fire, closing his eyes and beginning to meditate available for any that would see him out.]]> Originally Posted: December 14, 2011 - January 9, 2012
Frozen Forests of Darven Proviance
Socialist People's Republic of Fra
Mid Rim World of Fra
September 24th, 1936


Master Heartman

Angel was thinking to herself sitting by the campfire. Angel though about Order, she was raised by. And how this new order seemed different to her. Angel never though she would be on the Jedi Counsel. Angel was unsure of herself, because her beliefs was different then Visst was. Angel asked herself a unsure question "Was it alright for her have or show emotions of love in this jedi new jedi order?''. Angel sits at the campfire thinking to herself if should talk to Visst or Daz. Angel takes another moment to think wanted who she wanted to talk to. Angel though of Daz and how she wanted to regain her friendship with Daz. Angel felt like she lost it along the way when Daz had lost his path. Maybe this would also help her find herself. Angel Stood up from the camp fire and begins to search for Daz.

Angel wonders around the encampment. Her mind was swam with questions she wanted to know. Like does new order allowed relationships? She knew attachments to people could lead the person down the wrong path. Angel mind wonder back to what was going on now. ''Where was Daz?'' Angel asked herself. Maybe she should be asking Visst these questions. Angel did want to repair he and Daz friendship she knew they have drifted maybe she was over thinking things. Angel wonders back over to the shuttle and approached one of the warriors. "Excuse me do you know where I can find Daz?"


NPC: Azgardian Warrior

He shook his head, "sorry Master Jedi, I haven't."


Master Heartman

Angel frowns a bit. "Oh alright thank-you."

Angel walks away from the Azgard Solder disappointed that she can't find Daz. After a few more steps she stops and watches the spar between Birgr and Talon near one of the landing struts. She stands there for a moment watching their combat play out. She smiled as she watched Birgr as Talon was talking to him. She watched them exchange weapons once more and continue to talk. She felt her heart pound harder in her chest as she watched him. Feeling her face turn warmer she turned and wondered off once more. As she moved through the camp site her mind raced, 'Where is Daz!?' She saw his padawan all by her self. Sitting by the fire she noticed Visst watching Ashla poking the fire with a stick. She also saw her own padawan siting by the fire next to Carissa. 'Daz where are you?' she thought with a frown on her face.


Commander Birgr

Since Talon had left him, there were only two thoughts on Birgr's mind. One was mentally going through the new moves she just taught him. The other, and more so, was Angel. He originally wanted to wait until tomorrow to talk to her, but the excitement was just too much. It was all of ten minutes after Talon left when he started to look for Angel.

He found her by the campfire, sitting alone. It never ceased to amaze him how similar that she and Talon look; and yet, Angel seemed to be more beautiful. In fact, she somehow became more beautiful since he had seen her last.

He decided to go around the fire and come up behind her. She looked deep in her thoughts, so it should be easy enough. "Is this seat taken?" he asked with a boyish grin on his face.


Master Heartman

After spending so much time looking for Daz unsuccessfully, she sits down exhausted at the camp fire. 'Daz' she thought disappointed. Her attention was lost in her own thoughts as the conversation that she wished to have with Daz played out in her mind. Angel knew that attachments were bad and could lead a person down the wrong path. But from her understanding relationships were allowed in the order as long her emotions were controlled. Maybe it was more of a thing Angel needed to talk to Visst's about than with Daz. Maybe Angel was just over thinking things once more. Angel suddenly jumped a bit hearing the sound of Birgr's voice behind her. She could feel her face turning a bit warm once more. “No” she let out a bit flustered by being startled, “its not taken.” She smiled almost playfully as she looked in to his eyes.


Commander Birgr

Birgr took a seat next to her. He seemed to glow with delight. He was still shirtless from the events earlier so his scars were showing. He looked up at the sky and said "Nice night, isn't it?"


Master Heartman

Angel smiles brightly at Bigr she moved her finger over his new scare. Her eyes drifted down to further examine it. She then realized what she was doing and snapped her gaze else where. Anywhere, 'up at the sky' yeah she thought. 'What the hell was I thinking' she blushed. “Um, yes. Yes it is its” she said with a lack of confidence in her voice, “seems no matter where at. The night sky always looks beautiful.” She said as her eyes slowly moved to meet his. 'Get your mind out of the gutter Angel' she thought trying to be playful about her feelings.


Commander Birgr

Noticing that she touched his newly acquired scar, Brigr suddenly dropped his glow for a moment and got a little serious. "Does that bother you at all?" His thought returned to the duel and thinking of her on the side watching him. He was concerned about how she felt about it all.


Master Heartman

Still lost in the moment as he spoke, “wha? Huh? You forget, I am still Azgard. Just because I wear these robes doesn't mean that I have forgotten who I am.” she paused a moment to get her mind and eyes off the scar. “Honor duels are what they are” she said as she turned to face him with her full body. “I know that you were fighting for what you believed in. If you would have died, I would have been hurt” she said looking down with a touch of sadness. “But also, I knew in my heart it would have been a good death for you.” She paused for a moment almost struggling over her own thoughts, “I don't want to change you. I, um, it wouldn't be right.”


Commander Birgr

His smile returned. "You aren't going to change me. I am the way I am. I may still be discovering what that is, but if and when it comes down to it, it is I who must make the choice. Not you, not Talon, just me." He took a brief moment to look into her eyes. He was hoping that what he said next would excite her as much as it did he. "But in the meantime, Talon has permitted me to pursue a relationship with you." He stared intently to see her reaction.


Master Heartman

Her smile seemed to brighten as the words sank in. “This is wonderful news” she commented as then in that moment, the thought of the conversation that she wanted to have with Daz hit home. Her smile slowly drifted, “but I don't know if this new Jedi Order that Visst and Daz are building will allow it. Where Visst is from, such relationships are forbidden I think.” She looked down in sadness as she tried to find away around this issue. “I just don't know if it is allowed anymore” she said softly. The duel and Talon's word weighed heavily on her mind. 'What are you first, Jedi or Azgard' flashed in her memory as she remained silent as her mind tried to over come the struggle. “I don't want to have to choose between you and the Order” she admitted as her eyes drifted downward. She let out a bit of laughter, “It would be easier if Talon lead the Order too.”


Commander Birgr

Birgr wanted to rant and rave about how she should follow her heart and forget the Order; but he also realized that he wouldn't do the same to Azgard. The only reason he is where he is, is that Talon has permitted him to do so. Not to mention there is sound logic in denying relationships. We don't want to put one person above the rest. That is why True Borns don't do it.

Birgr let out a chuckle as he looked down and took a breath. "I'll tell you what." He raised his eyes to meet hers. "I don't want to make you choose as much as you don't want to make me choose. I will wait for you to figure it out." With a smile and a sparkle in his eye, "I'm not going anywhere. For now, let's just enjoy this evening with delightful conversation."


Master Heartman

Despite all that she felt, Angel still hoped she would never have to make this choice between her heart and the Order. She knew the current situation that the Order was in and felt a sense of loyalty to the Order. “They need me” she sighed in defeat as she looked down at her own feet. Her heart and her love meant so much to her, but it was the Order and the greater good that they held for the Galaxy as a whole. If she was to be denied this love, she would be heart broken. Deep down she knew the choice she would have to make and what her answer for it would have to be. The words of her Master echoed in her memory as a tear fell from her eye. Angle knew that she would have to find another way. She would have to speak with Visst, “Visst is the only way, I know he will not force us apart” she said reassuring herself once more. She nodded as she whipped the tear away, 'for now, we have the night' she thought softly as she looked at him with a smile. “You know,” changing the subject and dropped her voice. “When Talon moves in to finish off her enemies, there is a slight wink in her right eye as she locks on to where she will strike her target” she said just over a whisper.


Commander Birgr

Birgr took a moment to relive the blade entering his gut. "She does, doesn't she?" He changes his tone quickly. "Do you mind if we go for a walk? I'm feeling a bit antsy and I fear that if I stay still too long, I will pass out...I still haven't slept yet, but the adrenaline is still kicking."


Master Heartman

Angel smiles slightly as she gives him a nod. “All those sibling duels, how do you think I learned to stay one step ahead of her” she explained with a smile while keeping her voice very low. “You just got to keep an eye out for it. Just before she strikes, it could give you the help you need to beat her in the future.” She said while wonder where Visst was, but she wasn't to worried about it at the moment. Angel moves to stand up as she looks at Birgr. “No, not at all. I would enjoy walking with you” She said as she worried about his well being. She knew he was tougher than other members of their group but still she worried.


Commander Birgr

Birgr stood and stretched. "I have only fought against her twice; and she nearly killed me each time. She has a very unique style which is dangerous. I only hope to keep learning more techniques from her."


Master Dassek

Visst had gone beyond the camp to center himself once more. There was a long hard path ahead of him he was going to start out right. He had sat in the woods meditating and focusing on the world around him, small branches levitating around him as he spoke with the force around him, moving it, letting it flow through him, the subtle feel of the emotional camp before him.

He had settled in facing it, and he felt a great many things coming from it, but most of all he felt the conflict in Angel, just like the conflict that there had been in Birgr. The two were clearly an item. The path Visst was yet conflicted on. He had seen the love lead Lysire down the path to the dark side, but he had also seen it lead Biggs back. It was complicated.

He spent several moments thinking on it before settling against attachments, not for any that he had thought about, but the ones he had not. Attachments to governments and royal families, these things too had to be avoided. They were together he could feel it through the force, he stood, making his way through the camp and approaching the fire.


Master Heartman

Angel thought for a moment as Birgr stood up with her. “I lost count on how many times I dueled against her” explained with a bit of humor in her voice. She offered her arm for him to use as support as she continued, “I remember our most fierce duel. We were thirteen and fought over a boy” she said with a giggle. “Oh he was a older boy from a noble house on Alderaan. I remember his eyes, I used to dream about how our children would have eyes like that. He was my first crush. For her, she was drawn to the military heritage of his family. Travis Harth was his name” she said with a smile on her face. “we fought for almost an hour. Our parents were so mad at both of us after they found out about it. But I won the battle only to loss the boy. He said that he didn't date off worlders, especially Azgardians” she turned to face him, “It would be our last duel. She went off the the Academy and my training with the Jedi became more focused. Also, our visits to the estate never seemed to match anymore. I only saw her twice a year after that” she remembered with great sadness. “As I watched you two duel tonight, it was the first time I ever seen her used that unique fighting style.” Not sure which way Birgr wished to head, she didn't make an attempt to lead the way. “I used to watch our Godfather train, I think it is very similar to that.”


Commander Birgr

Birgr headed off to the right, planning on circling the entire camp, counter-clockwise. "Ariq and I never needed a reason to duel. We would fight for the sake of fighting, and training ourselves. Except for the last ti..." A sadness started to sink in to him as he started to recall Ariq's face as death came over him at the tip of Birgr's blade. "Let's talk about something else."


Master Heartman

Angel nods realizing she might had brought up a sad memory. “I am sorry to bring that up. My sister and I were always so competitive with each other. For us, it helped us grow together.” She took a moment to think about something to talk about that was more cheerful. “Have you ever been to the Heartman Estate on Alderaan?”


Commander Birgr

"No, I have not. What is it like?" Birgr had been given several chances in the past to go, but he turned them down to focus on his training. Right now, he simply wanted to get lost in her voice.


Master Heartman

As the childhood memories fill her mind Angel smiles, “I remember how we, my sister and I would vacation there five to six times a year. Well before Talon and I's big fight. I used to bring Daz with me. I know how much he loves gardens and there were so many on the huge estate. There was always so much to do there.” She pauses for a moment to take a breath and to let her mind catch up to her memory. “Talon and others would spend so much time hunting. There was this river that ran through the estate that many would fish on. Daz and I used to go canoing and camping.” She paused in her steps as she tried to remember something, “I recall a library there also as well. It was under the south lawn. Daz and I used to love playing hide and go seek with other of the kids.” She says as she looks at Birgr and smiles for a moment. “I also remember the lovely gardens. They were by far my favorite of the Estate” she explained than shook her head, “Its such a shame that you didn't have a chance to see it.”


Commander Birgr

"I was focused on my training. I wanted to be the best warrior I could." Birgr didn't want to dwell on this subject but he couldn't figure out how to get her to speak more. He remained silent.


Master Dassek

Visst reached the fire not long after Angel and Birgr had walked off. As Birgr fell silent. He looked between the two as they stood there, thinking about what he had felt from the two. "Master Heartman, if you have the time I would like to speak with you."

It was not a discussion that he was looking forward to. He knew that she was personally invested in a relationship and had been raised in a different environment, one where attachment was encouraged. He had seen where it could lead both good and poor consequences. In the end he had decided it would be best to speak woth each of them and to explain his choice.


Master Heartman

Turning to face Visst, she smiles "Oh, yes Master Visst. Of course. Do you mind if Birgr is here?"

She knew in her heart that she needed to talk to Visst about her direction and the conflict of her heart. She wanted to be a Jedi and at the same time, she wanted Birgr. 'Why can't I have both' she questioned herself. After all her own Master had her lover and was a good Master. She knew that Visst would understand this.


Master Dassek

"As it concerns him I think it fair that he be here. So he can understand if nothing else." He moved an arm motioning along. "Let's walk." He continued on in the direction they had been wandering. "I have sensed trouble, conflict in you, just as I did in Birgr in his meeting with Talon prior to their duel.

He paused, long enough for them to thin about it, but not so long as to invite speech. "I am not sure if I have ever discussed the advantages and disadvantages of attachments for a Jedi."


Master Heartman

“No you haven't Master Visst,” Angel said as her eyes were on him. Her mind raced over the conversation which she was mentally preparing for. She knew what she wanted but also knew what her heart needed. It was one of those times where she was in conflict with herself. Still she was willing to listen to what Visst had to say and learn from his wisdom. “Master Drease has warn me before about attachments,” Angel added, “she said there was nothing wrong with sharing your emotions with another. She warned that I had to be careful of attachments and letting them lead me down the wrong path. She also taught me that love can help bring someone back from the brink of darkness” Angel explained while her gaze fell upon Birgr with a glimmer in her eye. “She told me that great things can be done with love Master Visst. Master Drease spoke from personal experience.”


Commander Birgr

Birgr looked at Visst before he started to speak. "And the only trouble you have sensed with me had to do with the fact that I have had to hide these feelings for a very, very long time. However, this is no longer a problem, since Talon has allowed me to pursue the desires of my heart." He reverted his attention to the object of his affection.


Master Dassek

Visst began to walk through the camp heading toward the edge of it. "Love is a very powerful feeling, it can drive people to do a great many things. I have watched it over and over again since I have been here. In the masters, and in the apprentices. I felt the darkness in Master Chun, and I can only imagine that your master played a part in helping him to resist turning to the dark side. I also have watched it in others, Biggs and Lysire a notable couple that show clearly both the advantageous and disadvantages of it. Pure love is something that stands a chance, but if you allow that emotional attachment, where does it end?"

He looked between both of them. "There is nothing wrong with love. In fact it is encouraged. There is an issue with the relationship. It is an attachment, just as a Jedi still being a crown prince of a world is an attachment."

"I have not come to this decision lightly, but The Jedi cannot afford attachment, relationships. There are great benefits, but great dangers in it as well. What would you not do for the one you loved? That is what its advantage is, that is what its cost is. Both are equal, but both are not equally present. More often one it tempted to darkness than redeemed from it." He looked between the two once more awaiting any response that they had.


Master Heartman

Angel thinks for a moment gathering her thoughts. “Master Visst, I loved Daz like my blood. When the time came, I stood at the crossroads of his darkness. I stood by and refused to follow him. I begged him to stop. Master, I have proven that I will do allot for the one I love. But I know where that line is.” She paused a moment to gather her thoughts once more. “Can a Jedi love without attachments? if so why can't I love Birgr” she questioned. Her heart sank as she realized the painful truth of this conversation. She loved both the Order and Birgr. She felt that she would have to make a choice that would kill her heart either way she had to decided. She closed her eyes for a moment as she fought back the pain that was coming.


Commander Birgr

Noticing that this issue has to do with the Jedi Order, Birgr decided to remain silent for the time being.


Master Dassek

"Your Judgment is not in question Master Heartman, nor is that of any individual. You may of course love Birgr, I am not one who can or ever would tell you how your are to feel. It is attachment that you must shed. In your galaxy I respected the traditions established by your Jedi order. What we are doing now is building one from nothing, not my Jedi Order, nor yours. Attachment cannot be allowed on any level or a line cannot be drawn. Of course there will be a relationship, and love, but you cannot commit yourself to it. Too many knights have fallen because of such distractions. It is too easy to follow one feeling when you should not, take it one step to far."


Master Heartman

She looked down with great sadness in her heart and a heavy sigh of defeat in her voice. "Master, you are correct. I don't like it but you are correct. I will follow my love for Birgr but" she explained while looking to Birgr, "keep the relationship at bay for now." she looked down once more as if to accept another hard pill. She raised her eyes up to meet Master Visst, "Should my emotions grow beyond my ability to control, I will seek your wisdom again."

She pulled away from Birgr softly yet with a sense of determined drive. "I" she said backing up, "I need some time" with a few more steps backwards she finished, "I need some time to think" she spun and ran away from the camp and the pair. No one could see the tears down her face as she rushed in to the night. She couldn't hold her strength any longer. Her heart had been ripped in two and the emotions were on the verge of overwhelming her. She needed so place to help center her mind and bring her emotions back under control. She ran hard in to the night away from the warmth of the camp fires.


Commander Birgr

Birgr watched as Angel ran off. He knew she was upset, probably as upset at Birgr himself. Within an hour he was offered an opportunity to have something he has wanted for a long time but thought he could never have, only to have it snatched from his hands before he could fully extend his arms to grasp it. He was pissed.

Once Angel was out of sight, he darted a look to Visst. He looked into the bird's eyes long enough to convey the message of 'I hope you are fucking happy' without audibly speaking a word before he headed to find somewhere to sleep...assuming that sleep was an option.


Master Dassek

Visst listened to Master Heartman as she spoke, he could tell how she was feeling well enough as she did. It was not something that would be easy for her. His eyes weighed heavily with sadness. It was a choice that he had to make for the good of the order in the future. Just one more hard choice.

Birgr's look did not make it any easier for him. Sorrow filling him, but he closed his eyes and buried it. he was glad that Birgr had not made more of an issue from it that what was the least that it would be.

Visst stood there for a few seconds before making his way back to the fire, closing his eyes and beginning to meditate available for any that would see him out.]]>