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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 24, 2007 23:22:13 GMT -5
Cryo:
Stepping into his bedroom he was in a slight pain induced haze and didn’t even notice Anka’s stuff. All he did was take three steps and fall face first into his bed. It would be around 2 hours before they reached Coruscant and he had already programmed the docking code for the Jedi Temple into the computer. Tate could land them just fine and then would be the biggest challenge of the day. Explaining to the Jedi Council the events that had transpired. Hopefully Ryl had arrived before him and taken the time to address the council and attempt to smooth things out a bit. Groaning slightly he rolled over onto his injury free side and dropped his head to the pillow. Right now all he was going to do was sleep.
His dreams carried him back to his days as a child, stealing to survive and trying to make it in a world that had long since abandoned him. There he learned to fight and with the aid of Darth Malice, and yet another Sith master after that he learned to hate. Combat was the way of his life and he had remained undefeated until he was about 14 or 15. Rolling over in his bed he opened his eyes and looked up. Were they in Coruscant already?
“Tate? Are we landed at the Jedi Temple?” Tate beeped back the confirmation and Cryo nodded heaving himself out of the bed. He took a few moments in the refresher to clean himself up and then donned the robes of a Padawan for his meeting with the Jedi Council. Exiting his room he clipped his lightsabers on his belt and peeked into the choobiepit where Anka was.
Anka? We’re here. I guess if you wish to stay on the ship that is ok, I have to go speak to the Jedi Council and your more then welcome to come with me, I would expect they would want your account of today’s events as well.”
Ryl Mevek:
" Well it looks like we are off. " Ryl Mevek told the two Rodians, who at this point in time had been moved up to the bunk. Still bound up.
" We're in space now, so that means there is no place for either of you to run. You manage to get lose from those and I'll shove you into an empty cargo hold the rest of the ride. " He waited a reply but Jozg was still asleep, and the other Borrvig wasn't in the mood for friendly chatter.
He stood up, taking his utility belt in one hand, having already stashed away their blasters and personals. Taking his leave of the room, he walked through the galley area, glancing once at Dyyn'la on his way, not holding much eye contact or speaking as he went to the cargo area, somewhere peaceful that he could meditate, then practice his katas once again. Feeling the need to expend energy, to slide into the unknown mental regions of his mind that he only reached during extreme physical exertion. The place he would spend the rest of the trip to Coruscant unless something major was to happen...
Anka:
As she drifted off to sleep, a strange dream entered her head, something that she had not thought of in a very long time. She found herself back on Ryloth, right at the time that her father had decided to trade her for his life, that of his mother, and her two sisters. She remembered the screams as the man drug her away, her mother and father looking on helplessly, while her sisters hid. The last thing that she had heard was her father 'Don't worry Ani' Shakka, we'll find you again if it's the last thing we do.' Of course it had all been a lie and after years of hoping she had given up all hope.
Jerking awake as she heard the beeping of the droid, she opened her eyes and saw Cryo standing before her, sitting up in her chair and looking around seeing that they had landed.
Standing, Anka nodded her head "Yes of course I'll go with you, you may need my help in explaining yourself." Moving to his quarters, Anka gathered all of her things, placing them in her back and slinging it over her shoulder. Moving back to where Cryo was, she grabbed her pike and motioned to the door.
"I'll let you lead, I have no clue where we are going."
Cryo:
Nodding as she spoke he turned and tapped his fingers on wall for a moment. “Yeah that might help my case. Ryl hopefully has already shown up and helped smoothed things outs.” Stepping towards the landing ramp he dropped it down onto the ground and looked out at the looming buildings and the throbbing force he could feel through the billions of life forms on the planet. Stepping off the ramp of the ship he looked at the structure in front of him known as the Jedi Temple.
“Of course I hope he is there, even though in the end it is the Council’s opinion.”
Ne’tra Solus:
Hungrily she feasted upon the meal, filling the pit of her stomach with it’s savory warmth. It was informal, she did not need to act as if she were being graded on table etiquette, noodles lapping against her chin until drawn up through the tight purse of her lips. Her eyes danced about the room, and she felt quite at home with herself once again. That is until the Jedi made his presence known, relieving the crew bunk room of his person. She froze at the sight of him, hand gripped light against the side of the near empty bowl. For a moment she thought that he’d interrupt her, lay claim to the area with his robotic charm, but then he turned just short of the area and left her sights. Her shoulders lifted with breath, then sagged, just the sight of him making the meal sour before her. The bowl slid from her grasp with a disgusted nudge. It wasn’t that she detested him, not truly, but with him came trouble. Trouble that was not of her liking…
As it stood she had no idea if she’d even be welcome to return to Skip 3 without hassle. And then there was Vural, what of him, she thought, agitation stemming from her depths where it had been left to simmer, pushed aside to enjoy a meal. A meal that she no longer wanted, because his very sight forced her to practically fume with thoughts she’d wished to hold at bay for just a small time longer.
Both elbows now propped to the tables edge, hands drawn up towards her face, fingers lacing together to cradle her chin within her palms while her fingers splayed loosely together over the bridge of her nose she murmured a soft breath of words. Helplessly she sat there, feeling very small in a galaxy of giants, in the back of her mind another memory laying claim, a soft memory that made her groan softly, wishing it away as she closed her eyes. Already she could hear one of her dearest friends, Niiva reprimanding her with, “Must you over think every thing Dyn’la!?” And the very thought of it made her hope that by some slim favor of fate, that Niiva would also be in Coruscant, though it was more likely that the woman was off drifting in Wild Space with reckless abandon.
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 24, 2007 23:28:00 GMT -5
Naro Mevek:
Entering his ship Naro first plotted coordinates for Tattooine to recive the pay he wasn't able to earlier. He is going to need the cash so he could fix the hole punched into the side fo his armor. The trip was short and un-interesting. Naro had been hoping he would have run into a Droid Starfighter or some sort of space pirate, but he hadn't been so fortunate.
Instead the mercenary had a very boring yet easy trip straight to Coruscant, plenty of time to rest up and heal. He knew the people of corusceant well...and many also knew him as well, some he would prefer didn't know him at all, after all he did grow up on the planet and in his later teen years joined the republic forces who occupied it.
While entering the atmosphere of Coruscant the ex-soldier had no difficulties in getting authorization for his ship and even less problems in finding a proper place to store his ship safely within a good friends landing bay, another benifit in being a mercenary, having friends just as cautious as you.
This particular friend was a arms dealer known well to the people as an honest and hard working man, what they didnt know was he sold illegal firearms on the black market, something Naro had hoped one day wouldn't get the dealer, a stocky yet tall human who goes by the name of Aurick Forehn, into trouble with one of Corporal Mevek's future employers.
"Thanks for letting me land the IG here Aurick" studying the hole in his armor. "I owe you one." he then adds. With a slight chuckle Aurick stares at the hole as well and replies. "Not a problem, there's many times that you have saved my tail....so it's just a small favor to you."
Naro completly ignoring the dealer's last comment, still planing on paying him back, sets the armor down and heads towards the door, "I'm gonna go to the cantina to get a drink and hopefully find out why i was told to be here." Nearly through the doorway the dealer stops Naro and with a stern face and serious tone warns, "You'd better watch out...somehow people have heard that you're in town and may be looking for you", the mercenary pats his blaster pistol strapped to his hip, "Thanks mom.....But i'm not too worried", and heads out the door.
Ryl Mevek:
Sweat dripped from the Jedi's brow, rivlets of perspiration trailing down his face and body as he sat 'indian style' staring at the opposing wall. Eyes unfocused, his chest still heaving from the exertion of his moments ago lightsaber combination teras kasi kata/workout.
The trip to Coruscant was less eventfull than he had anticipated, 'feeling' its closeness now, welcoming the much needed peace the rest of their voyage had garnered. Not bothering to check on the Rodians, they knew their situation. Knew they were outclassed, one injured the other didn't seem as though he wished to test his luck.
Brave and wise of them was his thoughts upon that matter. It ment they would get treated better in the long run, perhaps they had figured that as well. His finger twitched on his kneecap, the only movement other than his breathing he made. Another thought flooding him, what would be the Council's opinions on Cyro? He had felt the shift, whether because he was so close or because it was just that much bloodshed, and outright violence. So dark... he would of course always speak on behalf of his cousin, even when he knew he was in the wrong. They would always be watching Cyro... for that he felt sorry for him, he was his responsibility, he had brought him in. Welcomed him amongst the Jedi Order, a padawan without a Master, in need of such, perhaps he would take the younger man on as his if the Council and Cyro willed it. A pity none wished to help the youth, all keeping him at arms length. So much potential.
What of his brother as well? That was his presence he had sensed. He was sure of that now, their bond as siblings and through the Force, he was quick in his flight to give aid. Things were weaving together, like his dreams. His jaw tightened, emotion struck him, his dreams he hoped would not come true, yet he was never so fortunate. The faces, the screams, the fire, the blood... the darkness.
Of faces there were more, more he had not seen, ones sure he would also encounter. Anka, the twi'lek, what was her role? Dyn'la... his focus almost ended, alot of anger in her as well, along side the Force. Another he was supposed to guide back? Just so she could become feared, treated like some wild animal that everyone loathed to approach. Just like Cyro. Perhaps that was why he had never brought his brother to the Council, never let him near the Temple. He wasn't cut out for the Order. Sometimes Ryl didn't believe he was either.
So much darkness, emotion... alot of it through the Force, and he felt twined into the center of it. The future was unfolding, fast, just as he had dreamed. This worried him, worried him more than he would let anyone see. Expecially the Council... only time would unfold all...
Anka:
Stepping off of the ship, Anka followed behind Cryo, looking around at her new surroundings, not remembering if she had ever been here before. Using her pike for basically a walking stick, she stayed close to Cryo, feeling eyes on her from every direction as she moved, whispers coming next, some she understood, some she did not.
Knowing that Cryo was worried about what the other Jedi were going to think about him, she spoke up " Do not worry, if they ask me I will tell them how you stayed behind and rescued me even if you didn't have to. Who is to say that Ryl would have known if you had just said you couldn't find me? I'm sure that they will understand."
She wasn't sure if that was true or not, but she would do all that she could to help him, since he had indeed helped her first. Of course she had to wonder if Ryl had gotten here first, and why exactly he had decided to send help for her in the first place.
Taddio Tara’dek:
Cursing, he could feel the entire ship vibrating as it hummed along at light speed. He knew what it was. He had hoped that it would last through this run, and then he could put down on Coruscant, get the part he needed, and fix it permanently.
“R2, can you lock down that stabilizer again?” He could hear a ton of whirring and whistling, the droid equivalent on whining. “Yeah yeah, I know R2, just….do what you can, we’re almost to the planet.”
Dek laughed as R2 whirred at him, the rough translation being something along the lines of ‘up yours’. How he came to own this particularly quirky R2 unit was beyond him, but all said and done, he was glad he had purchased him last year. R2 and the R4’s had been a miracle, and the salvation of Serenity. Lacking an actual crew, the droids were the next best thing.
Flicking on the coms, Dek makes an announcement. “Hello again my dear passengers. I would like to apologize for the bumpy ride, we’re just having a small technical difficulty. But we’re right on time, and will be landing on Coruscant in a matter of 10 minutes.” Closing the open link, Dek leans back in his seat and checks the nav computer.
“5….4….3….2….1….and out.” He whispers to himself, lifting his hand to a lever and pulls back on it, Serenity pulling out of light speed, the ion drives powering down. Almost immediately the entire ship starts shaking even harder, one of the red lights on the panel in front of him flashing out its warning. Hissing in annoyance, Dek grabs some reflective tape he had on hand and shoves a piece over the light. “Yes, yes, I know…shut up you damned thing.” He curses at the display.
Looking up from the display panel, he looks out through the choobiepit. There before him was the city planet of Coruscant. Things would be a bit bumpy, but now that he was here, he would get Serenity down. He only hoped that nothing else went wrong, otherwise their trip through the atmo would be quite interesting indeed. As it were, a few bumps later, they were through, and getting permission to land. Running a hand through his hair, and across his brow, Dek was thankful they made it one piece. After announcing to his passengers that they were down, he opened up the cargo bay and went to see everyone off.
With most all of his passengers gone, and a couple of smaller transport speeders on their way to get the cargo from his last one, he could breath a sigh of relief.
“That was one hell of a wild ride there Dek,” The very last of his passengers remarked as he came up behind him and smacked his across the back. “What happened up there, if I may ask so bold a question of you?”
“Nothing all that exciting Beryl, honestly. Just had a stabilizer burnout in mid flight.” Dek was not much on wordplay, even with friends. “But that kinda stuff can be expected to happen, and I’m certain that all of your cargo survived.” And even as he was saying it, the droids from the transports were starting to unload his bay. It had been a good run, all around, and at least for once it had a real nice and easy run. His last one hadn’t gone half as smoothly, which was why his stabilizers were in such bad condition.
“Bah, I’m not all that worried. Nothing in there that’s all that breakable in any case.” Beryl said to him, slapping his back once again, making the smaller man lurch forward, “So, are you staying on planet for awhile, or you taking off as soon as repairs are done?”
Dek had been giving that very subject some thought earlier. “I think I’ll be sticking around for a bit. Droids are great and all, but it would be nice to pick up another live crewmember or two. Serenity is a wonderful ship, but without passengers, she gets mighty lonely when you’re all alone out in the black with only the beeping of droids to keep you company.”
Beryl laughed, agreeing whole-heartedly. “Well, you make sure you stop by before you leave. The misses has been looking forward to meeting you ya pirate.”
Laughing, Dek nods his head, “Alright, alright, I’ll make sure and stop by. But this time, can you keep it in your pants. Last time I came to visit you, I nearly went blind when I walked in on you and that Twi’lek.” A shudder ran up his spine in remembrance.
Beryl just laughed and hopped up onto one of the transports, instructing the droid, then zipping off to his shop to unload the cargo into his warehouse. Shaking his head, Dek ran his hand down his side to lightly touch the light saber on his hip. It was Beryl who had first instructed him on how to repair the device, not that his friend was an expert, but it had been enough to get him started. He had always been good at repairing things, and when it came to anything mechanical, he was quick on learning about it. In that regard, his friend was an immense source of information. He was a collector of oddities, which was what he sold in his shop…but he also sold weapons on the side. Both of his other weapons had come from Beryl, his trusty blaster, and his more powerful bowcaster.
With a chuckle, Dek shakes off the nostalgic thoughts and turns, walking up into his cargo bay. The R4 units were nowhere to be seen, though that only meant they were doing their jobs. R2, on the other hand, was rolling at him before he had even crossed half the bay, whistling and beeping at him at a very rapid rate. “Yes, I know R2. As soon as I lock the ship down I’m going to get those parts, so calm down.”
R2 was such an excitable little droid, he was honestly surprised that he didn’t blow a circuit when he want into his little rants. But for that R2 Unit, though, he would have bit the dust on more then one occasion. Patting the droid on the dome, Dek steps through the doorway and heads for his quarters, taking up his long jacket and draping it over his shoulders, as well as grabbing a few other things before stopping in the small common area that connected all of the private quarters.
“Oh, R2, see about having the other quarters cleaned. Also, see if you can find anyone that might be interested in signing on as crew.” The little droid beeped back at him in response. “No, I’m not really all that picky. Some piloting experience would be a plus, but not necessary. You know what we need as much as I do, I trust your judgment R2.” After a few more beeps and whirs, the R2 unit turned and buzzed off to its alcove, where it could more easily connect into the plants communications hub and do as it was told. Picking up a comlink and stuffing it into his pocket, he cracks his neck and walks back out of his ship, pulling out a small device and hitting a button so that the main door of the cargo bay closed itself.
Dek could have easily put out a call and had the parts he needed delivered, but he liked to look a man in the eyes, and see the merchandise for himself. It was too easy to get ripped off when you trusted those in the world of commerce. He had a whole long list that needed filled, and some of the items might take some more ‘aggressive negotiating’ to get then could be handled over a com conversation. Looking out across the vastness of Coruscant, his eyes touch on the unmistakable building of the Jedi order. It was a place he was all too familiar with, and a place he avoided at all costs. He had had no bad encounters with any Jedi, but the Jedi order was not for him. The Sith weren’t interested in him, and quite frankly, he had no interest in being rejected once again. At least with the Jedi, he had a solid course of income, since he transported the crystals that they used for their light sabers to Coruscant on a regular basis from his base planet.
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 24, 2007 23:28:33 GMT -5
Ne’tra Solus:
It was obvious that she had been in no hurry to clean up after herself. Still seated with her hands partially concealing her face, a posture of deep thought. Fitting considering her where abouts. If no where else in the galaxy could she find herself locked in a trance of thought, surrounded by a ship lacking in conversation, it was here. Her breath hit the fold of her hands as she exhaled into a sigh. “What a glorious wreck,” she whispered, struck by the idea that Niiva would find great humor given the situation. Closing her eyes, she smiled beneath the mask and shifted against the seat until the ache of her hips subsided. The galley seats certainly weren’t as lush as the one she frequented in the choobiepit. Times like this she became reminded that if she were going to sit in any one place for a set amount of time, the galley wasn’t ideal, but it always seemed to be where she ended up.
With a stretch she stood up and away from the table, taking the remains of her meal to the kitchenette area for a quick disposal and cleaning. There was more than enough time left before they reached Coruscant to stroll around without purpose. However there was one thing on her mind, or one person, that she knew she’d have to deal with before they landed. After washing the wooden bowl and drying it along with her hands she put it back within the cabinet, being sure to secure the doors and drawer she’d used earlier. Then she left from the galley with slow lazy strides. Soon she would be standing with a lean in the cargo hold doorway, looking over the empty nature of the room until focusing upon the Jedi that stared at the wall. For a moment she questioned even speaking, but only for a moment.
Fast to break the silence, not caring if he were meditating to save an entire galaxy from mass destruction, or staring at a bug from a distance to analyze it’s feelings she said with a choobiey tone, “So this big payment for saving you, and taking you to Coruscant… graciously and kind of me to do, it wasn’t just some lie was it?” Whether he turned his eyes upon her or not she did not care. She laughed, through a serious expression, one not matching the other and ran her fingers flush against her neck. The flesh was tender, or perhaps what was being said next made her somewhat nervous as it could and likely should be viewed as a threat. “I’d hate to be forced into holding you hostage while we orbit Coruscant…”
Ryl Mevek:
Ryl Mevek slowly turned his attention to her. The tick in his jaw bouncing as he ran his gaze over her body. Narrowing to slits as he did so. Looking as though he was thinking before he spoke. " I am not a liar. " He replied, abit of venom in his voice. " Nor will you find a Jedi in your life who would lie to you. " That was not entirely true, Jedi were as flawed as anyone. He knew that all too well, but he had honor in what he was, and expected the same out of all who would call themselves a Jedi.
" Payment will be yours. " He shoved himself upwards, pushing off of his knees. Dusting off his pants as he leaned to sweep up his shirt, drawing it down over his head covering his scarred up torso once more. Re-attaching the lightsaber to his belt before speaking. " There is more we must speak of, you are a Force sensitive, I am abit obligated to bring you before at least one of the Masters... it is your choice if you wish to go or not. They can help you better than I can... there are things you must learn of yourself of the Force. "
Honestly he was unsure of how much assistance they would offer one so old, but it was worth the effort. At least there would be some things she could learn. " Have you checked the Rodians yet? " He strode towards her, emanating from him was a new calm. He was in Coruscant, near the temple and it brought a peace to him. One he had not felt recently, needing to reconnect his thoughts, figuring here he would be able to find some guidance...
Ne’tra Solus:
She allowed him to speak, and speak he did. But she did not allow him passage. He would either have to push her from the doorway that she guarded with her lean or stand and listen to what she had to say. On some level she hated that he could be so emotionless, only really picking up vague hints of irritation upon occasion, envy perhaps that he could shield himself from a world of feeling. Something she’d tried more often than not, but always fell just short of doing. That isn’t to say that she wore her heart on her sleeve just above the gun that she’d use if forced, but what moves inside, just beyond the minds eye nagged at her consistently. Her hand lowered from it’s position at her throat, pointing at him briefly before resting against her thigh as she spoke.
“How am I to know what you are, saint, liar, emotionless drone?” eyes smiling as she spoke, “Looks to me as if you are only flesh and bone, and anyone can lie, Jedi or not,” untrusting words from a woman that knew better than to trust more often than not. She found herself enjoying the confrontation, perhaps the sleep earlier and the meal now had done her good.
“You just seem to carry yourself around, acting like you are so much better than everyone else,” she paused as she thought back to Skip 3, memories of the cantina, him being forced to act the part of a nobody. “I bet it made your skin crawl, acting like you were nobody of consequence in Skip 3.” Niiva would be laughing at her antics, proud that she’d taught her to be not only assertive, but efficient in getting a rise out of even the coolest of heads. Even if the rise was only an altered tone, or mild aggression of the eyes. While he’d spoken of the Rodians, and of taking her before people that she could only imagine were stuffy and overly subdued, drugged by years of brainwashing and mental reprogramming, she had become hell bent on picking a fight. It was her nature.
Only after she’d spoken her peace, did she step forward rather than away, close to him now, inky black pupils focused upwards to be sure that he paid attention. “As for the rest, the rodians, they are your concern, I do not care to play babysitter, I’ve more pressing things to do,” like eat, and pick random verbal fights with the Jedi on board. “And I seriously doubt your superiors would smile upon you, in bringing a rogue pilot into the ranks,” she nearly growled at the thought of having people pick her mind, far too many secrets kept within it that could destroy what she’d worked so hard in obtaining. Respect amongst trash, trash that could make or break her. “The last thing I need is to have them picking my brain, telling me that I’m a bad girl, and that I need to change my ways or suffer the wrath of darkness.” The darkness as she thought it to be, the dark side of the force it happened to be, was an exacting wrath, one that could consume and mangle a persons dreams until there was nothing more than an empty shell of a person left. It was a double edged blade that he offered her really, she could almost hear him instructing her as she held the two edged blade against her wrist, Pick a side, any side, it wont hurt I promise. “Indeed!” she said aloud, answering the thought in a huff, the word not so out of place from what she’d said only seconds before.
Ryl Mevek:
The Jedi's walk paused. Stopping infront of her, towering over he stared down, his eyes shadowing over abit as he listened to her words. Something moved within the dark brown orbs but nothing on his face so much as twitched.
Hearing the rest of her accusations, her tone, he in general to place it bluntly, 'rancoriness' he found himself amused. Which almost caused a small smile to form across his features. " You take my humility as attempting to act superior? " He almost laughed at that. " Dyn'la Solus, you are so very astute " Sarcasm held like venom on his tongue as he continued. ". I suggest you learn to read others. "
His tongue rolled across the back of his teeth, before he spoke again. Finding himself sucking into her game, giving her what she wanted. Confrontation. He averted his thought, replying to what else she had said. " I have brought in worse. If you do not wish their help you simply have to say no. I told you before I would assist you, and help guide you. That I will do. Without letting you know how bad or good of a person you are. It is not for me to judge. " His voice had fallen into that detached tone again, the ichor that was in it no longer there. Blinking at her sudden outburst of -indeed-, slowly shaking his head towards her. Deciding he would not play this back and forth prattle game with her. He stalked past to check on the Rodians. Finding himself attempting to hasten out of the ship, and into the Temple.
Ne’tra Solus:
Her eyes feasted upon the sight. How glorious it was, while he lined his words with sarcasm, and made his idle suggestions, on a very small scale, she’d gotten the best of him, and drawn him in close with her temporary need for verbal confrontation. She grew radiant, basking in the accomplishment while his words should have shamed her, or forced her to stand down. Niiva had many times enjoyed watching Dyn’la take pure insults and return them in bliss, altering words, and accepting even the worst as a compliment. A fondness developed as she watched him react without reacting, but it faded just as fast when the robotic charm returned. He made her want to stick around, just so she could bait him into lowering himself. To squabble and reflect what he really thought and felt. A trait that others of his kind would point out as a flaw. She knew it, and almost welcomed it. Curious now as to what they would have to say, how they could shun her while inviting her in, and treat her as someone they had to deal with, when they didn’t, she echoed him with a subdued smile.
“Yessss, go check on the Rodians, I personally can hardly stand their stench, though you seem to be immune,” her nose wrinkled, as all Rodians had a noteworthy scent, the idea of it lingering aboard her craft after they were removed made her want to wretch. “And… yes, I think I will come to meet with whomever you intend to introduce me to. Seeing as how you are all so karking unjudgmental.” The last two words hung on the air, as her eyes widened. While she was not above acting out, cursing with the best of them, even she had become surprised, and then realized that not only had she lured him into displaying more than he typically would, collecting a rise from him with little effort, but he too had brought about something, a small bit of truth. With every collective organization, good or bad, judgments were passed, some discreet, others bold, but it was how the mind worked. They would judge her, without doing so of course, and it scared the hell out of her, but enticed her all at once. She knew better than to put herself in that position, yet the idea, the change of scenery, something long rested from within beckoned her to do so.
Ryl Mevek:
" We hear our own words only when we're alone in the dark and it is echoing back at us. When there is noone to respond to but yourself. " Brushing past her. Deciding the Rodians at this point in time would be better company as it were. The door sealed behind him.
Stalking to the crew quarters he found them as they were left. Waiting, " Jozg, how is your arm? " Ryl asked quietly. As the man flinched from him, while the Jedi drew nearer, reaching out his left hand to rub it over the bicep, feeling for the break. " It will heal back into place. " He then began to untie them, pulling at the cords to get them moving.
Jozg and his friend climbed from the bunk. Stumbling unsteadily, having been cramped up for sometime. " Let us walk. It's nice out. We all could use the air I'm sure. " He knew he could, to be released from this flying cell he had been cramped in. Never having been one for space travel, prefering his feet firmly on the ground. Piloting not a strong point for him, he could. Yet he prefered not to. Listening to the two Rodians talk in their own language he marched them back out into the galley, pushing the voicecom button down along the wall. " We are ready when ever you are to leave Captain Solus. " His finger lifted removing from the consule as they all waited.
Ne’tra Solus:
Her face paled, the radiant glow she’d obtained only moments before now dulled considerably. He certainly hadn’t wasted any time in stealing the wind from her sails. It was bothersome really, but it brought about balance. Nobody held respect for someone that was easily bullied, and given the chance, she’d bully him consistently. Until he spoke the wiser than thou, mellow toned words that covered his tracks of humanity so thoroughly that even she began to question his ability to feel.
Upon hearing him call, his voice mechanical by that of the com system she shook her head and abandoned the empty space to meet him. If any thought she’d had thus far had been shared, projected into his mind by the loudness of it within her own head, it would have been this one for sure, a solemn chord of pity, unwanted as it may be, she pitied him, and thought what a sad life he must lead. By the scars witnessed, he was sure to have faced his fair share of trial and adventure, but if he felt nothing in the aftermath aside from guilt, no feelings of livelihood, happiness to have pulled through and still be alive, then where was the point in it all. One deep breath later has her thoughts subsiding, the unusual scent of the Rodians like a slap to the face she sneered at them both, and then looked up at him, the touch of pity still evident within her eyes, but the sharp tongue to her mouth dormant for the time being.
Ryl Mevek:
" Glad of you to join us. " He tugged the cord for the Rodians. " Let us be on our way. " Walking to the doorway as it slid open he strode down the ramp. The overwhelming surge of life on Coruscant hummed through him, his heart pulsed within his chest. Causing it to tighten. He was in a sense home. He had grown up here his younger days. The spire of the Jedi Temple visible. Bringing a sense of pride to him. Glancing once over his shoulder, he looked foreward, leading the way towards their destination.
Soon he would be inside the halls, he had much to tell of. Molga, the experiments, what he had found out during his surveillance of the Shades of Ringali, of the new Force Sensitive he found... his head lowered, hair falling foreward as he absorbed himself into his thoughts, not checking to see if she was near or not, sure she was. The thugs in tow behind him, passing by two small boys who looked at his lightsaber then him, both beginning to run along side him and the Rodians. Badgering him with questions on where he got it, if he was a Jedi and if the Rodians were criminals... He managed a small smile, calmly, warmly speaking to both the boys as they walked. Before sending them on their way as they got closer to the Temple...
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