Taddio Tara'dek
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Mar 27, 2007 0:53:37 GMT -5
As the pair slipped away to gather their things, Dek completed the shut down procedures and put ‘Serenity’ in hibernation mode. Opening a small compartment, he pulls out and item, something that looked like a high-tech wrist band. It was exactly what it was, for it was the control device that would allow him to call ‘Serenity’ should he need to. Putting the device on his wrist, he then covers it with his sleeve before exiting the ships bridge himself and sealing the door behind him.
Anka and Ceeta were already returning, which wasn’t surprising since they had not bothered to unpack, the trip not being nearly that long. The look on the Twi’leks face pretty much said everything, for Dek was very good at reading body language and facial expressions, something that he had learned from experience during his years as a slave, and then as a ‘pirate’ and businessman. She didn’t like that he was making reasonable, yet forceful, suggestions. She thought him bossy, and that was something that she didn’t like, which was why she responded to him the way she did.
Of course, understanding that didn’t help him accept it any easier though. And the fact that a voice from the Temple Guard came over the com system, confirming his suggestion as something NOT a suggestion at all, only confirmed what he was thinking. Even though his companions might not like the way he suggested things, he, unlike they, had the experience to understand what they might encounter. Still, perhaps he would try to be more ‘friendly’ in the future. If it didn’t work…maybe he’d just chuck An’ka out of the airlock.
“Suit yourself. If you want to keep your weapons, I won’t stop you. Those people out there, however, might. Up to you though.” He stated flatly, and for once, not an ounce of ego, or smugness, touched his words. “The same goes for you my friend. I’m just your friend, I have no control over your actions. As for me, I’m going to walk into the Cargo Hold, slip Kulta a treat, open up the bay door, then put my weapons in my weapons locker and go with our escort.”
Dek paused as he looked back and forth between his companions before breaking his sight away from them and slipping up the steps, and into his private quarters…returning only moments later with a small duffle bag slung over his shoulder that had what few provisions he would need. He was delighted to see that Ceeta had at least conceded somewhat, which honestly surprised him considering the tribal setting that he lived in, and that tribal warfare was always a threat among the different factions. An’ka, of course, was leaning there defiantly with her weapon still in hand.
With a shrug of his shoulders, he moves away from the pair and into the cargo hold of his ship, leaving the door open for the other two as he moved over to Kulta. The beast looked up at him, and seemed to be happy that someone familiar was approaching. Moving up to Kulta, Dek opens his hand, showing that he posed no threat at all before pulling something from his duffle and setting it down before him.
“Here ya go. It’s your favorite, as I recall.” Dek spoke softly to the animal as he placed a large bowl of food down before Kulta, hoping that perhaps something familiar from Ossus would help calm him down. The beast seemed to respond to it as well, sniffing and gladly digging in. With a smile, Dek moves into the hold a little deeper before pulling his sleeve up an touching a small display screen. The large outer door of the bay clanks, then opens outwards and down, forming a ramp for the trio to walk down.
A safe distance away, the trio of Jedi that were to serve as their escorts were waiting. As the bay door settled, they trio moved closer, coming to the base of the door/ramp to take in the sight of their charges. A look passed between the greenish-yellow Jedi and Dek, as each assessed the other with a quick glance. Breaking his look, he moves over to a pair of doors. Lowering his head to a small black square, a light beam comes out and scans his eye, a sharp click coming from the doors before opening. Inside, an array of weapons were displayed for easy access once the doors were opened. Pulling out his blaster pistol, Dek places it in one of the opens slots…one that seemed made for that particular weapon. He did this in plain view of their escort as a sign of good faith.
Turning away from the weapons locker, he leaves it open so that An’ka and Ceeta could stow their weapons inside as well, should they choose to. Once more, his attention turns to the greenish-yellow Jedi.
“My greetings to you. I am Captain Taddio Tara’dek, and these are my reluctant companions An’ka,” his hand moving to indicate the Twi’lek, “and Ceeta.” his hand moving to indicate the man.
By design, Dek had not bothered to put his lightsaber into the locker. By having it in his possession, it might make their escort more cautious if they knew he was a Force user. But by far, the reason he kept it on, was that both Ceeta and An’ka were reluctant to lay down arms before their hosts, and if protocol turned to threat, he wanted to be prepared to defend himself.
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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Mar 27, 2007 3:09:48 GMT -5
" I do not worry so much. If the Jedi are so great they will not have fear of one knife. " Ceeta said stoically. His own pride in use of blade and Force alone had him believing he could if need be acquire himself another weapon if need be. True or not it was what he believed.
He watched as Kulta took to the foot; surprised figuring the creature had been around Taddio enough to allow such. The beast ate it's small share then bat-like snout tipped up sniffing the air as nostrils flared back for-warning the food was all and well; anything further might result in a lost limb or perhaps just a digit. To anyone but Ceeta who touched or neared enough; Dek a rarity who could manage to be within arms length of the creature and not lose his lift right away.
Ceeta gave it a calming pet after it was done sniffing the air having caught Anka's scent. It growled lowly then coiled back into the corner of it's holdings. The nomad settled himself into being quiet as the hatch opened. Dek openly greeting the greenish yellow Jedi who stood at the opening flanked by two guards in simple clothes, two blasters and a lightsaber. One of Ceeta's first acknowledgments. Followed by the wave of Force power that exuded from the Jedi.
Strong they all were, this he knew. More skilled on average than he or Dek holding an understanding and approach to the Force that Ceeta could only imagine. This didn't worry him though, he dared one of these almighty Guardians of peace and order to survive on Ossus for two weeks withou their precious Order backing them up, keeping them safe and domesticated.
Jedi Knight Horuulan gave a slight bow as they appeared before him motioning from the landing pad. " Greetings to you both. I am Horuulan Karssix, I shall be your escort and you can convey your business with the Jedi to me. " He said polite enough, an odd accent to his Galactic Basic the Yasanna Nomad could not place. " How many are aboard your vessel? " He inquired. Obviously evaluating the two through open use of the Force and his own eyes. The guards behind him silent as Ceeta had made himself. No words, no real serious actions just stern demeanors that meant business or at least the illusion of such.
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Taddio Tara'dek
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Mar 27, 2007 4:13:50 GMT -5
Unsurprised, Dek felt the wash of the Force move over him, around him, through him. Much like Ceeta, he could feel that these were Jedi that were rather powerful. He had felt stronger, however. The Echani Jy’ket came to mind. Particularly Horuulan brought up the subject of their business.
“Four. Myself, my two companions, and an beast from the planet Ossus.” Dek replied easily, “And, of course, a couple of astromech droids that maintain this ship.”
Dek stood easily, as if not the least bit perturbed of intimidated by the Jedi standing before him. He wasn’t, of course, having dealt with many such individuals during his days, some of them far more intimidating then this one.
“But to the business of hand. I have information that may interest the council. I have word on the Sith, at least two of them. One of which was recently near Coruscant.” He began, looking directly at Horuulan. Obviously a Jedi Knight, he was the one in charge, the other two were either lesser knights, or padawan’s. “With what little knowledge I garnered from my brief encounter with these Sith, I suspect that there is a much larger conspiracy, and more wielders of the Dark side of the Force, then just those two.”
Dek paused, watching the Jedi for any reaction to his words.
“Is this something that would interest the council. Or have I wasted my time in coming here?” Dek finally said, rather rudely and bluntly. But he had no desire to stand there all day recounting stories.
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Cryo
Rogue Jedi
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Post by Cryo on Mar 27, 2007 13:59:09 GMT -5
Cryo had taken the liberty of contacting a nearest ship yard and purchasing a Z-95 Headhunter to get off planet with. It wasn't the best ship, but they were inexpensive and reliable. Besides with his skills and his luck it probably wouldn't be to long before he managed to procure some sort of income, and then he could always buy another ship.
When he stepped outside of the Jedi temple he felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders, no longer was he trying to be something he wasn't and he was no longer worried about somehow influencing some child to be like him. Pulling his bag up higher on his shoulder he did feel a slight pang of sadness, he would miss his cousin and all the knowledge he posessed, but he knew that their bond was strong and he would seem him again. More likely sooner or later. Reaching out in the Force he sent him a message a simple I'll keep in touch.
He boarded a shuttle and before to long he was in the shipyard from where he purchased his ship from. He transferred the credits to the owner and went to inspect his ship. After checking everything out and getting fueled up he climbed in the choobiepit and closed it. Finally he was getting the hell off of Coruscant and away from the Jedi. He didn't hate the Jedi really, well maybe Master Piell, the whole thing just wasn't for him. He thought he could do it when he started, but it was obvious that he wasn't "good" enough to be a Jedi.
Cryo shrugged his shoulders and then strapped himself in and flipped the switches to start the lift off sequence and started going through places in his brain. Taking off from the shipyard he accelerated out of Coruscant and into space. Where to go? He told the Council and Ryl he was heading towards the Outer Rim. A slow grin started to form on his face and he put in some coordinates. Leaning back in his seat the smirk didn't leave as his ship leapt into hyperspace.
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Amania
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Post by Amania on Mar 27, 2007 19:17:38 GMT -5
Amania treasured her solitude, quite enjoyed the paucity of life around her at the moment. Concentration held her hands steady as Amania maintained her stance, mind drawing on the years of practice that became a unconcsious habit that controled her movements. Spinning gracefully on the tip of her toe a half step, foot arched supporting her weight in her calf muscle, liquidly she adjusted her weight to her second foot as it touched down, balance pin pointed to the spot between the balls of her feet. Hand extended forwards palm out spun wide in a semi-circle, till her hand palm to the floor flatly rested. As she leaned bending one knee, the other leg pin straight and at a forty five degree angle to the mat beneath her, delicacy in her disbursement of weight held her unwavering and well honed in the task.
In her mind tumbled a few thoughts, the first one Cryo, not quite sure what the Council would do, Amania slightly wondered if on the ship would be the last time they crossed paths. The second was a comment she'd heard in passing a day ago, these things normally not bothering Amania, but this one stood out above the rest. It was assumed by the passing speaker that Amania had slipped to the dark side out of her loss of her previous Master Kefka Bodyr. Not that she was about to be pulled into believing the nonsense, but it did make Amania think more closely about herself, she knew the life of a Jedi was hers, something she was more than commited to, the young Corillean made more than just an oath, but a dedication of her life to a cause in which she believed. Even in the times of doubt the last few days Amania seemed to find solace in memories of her expired Master and she wouldn't lay the burdens of her deeds on his name. Offense though would be wrong, she'd schooled her emotions towards the matter and let it pass as it was, a snide remark.
Rising to the centered stance of standing mid-mat Amania ended her excersises, her tan robes which she removed earlier hung not far off. Now all that was left on her mind was Cryo, pulling her robes over her shoulders, took cautious effort to replace the tie and brush the wrinkles free of the soft material. Fingers laced into her thick blonde waves combed the snarls from her practice free after tugging off the band that had held her hair out of her face. Keeping her hair down as natural she hooked a finger around her treasured braid, the mark of her padawanship, and let it set out on her shoulder where it could be freely seen. Even though the archways of the Temple were large with ample space for fresh air to linger, Amania couldn't help feeling as if it was a stuffy atmosphere. Finding herself at a railing of one of the upper floors she looked down upon the floor beneath watching the various fellow padawans, and other youngling learners. Amania hit a realization that never occured to her before, wasn't she supposed to be a role model to those younger than she, and what kind of example had she been exposing to others?
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Anka
Fringer
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Post by Anka on Mar 27, 2007 22:07:33 GMT -5
She really didn’t like his demanding tone, it reminded her far too much of her former existence as a slave. Holding her pike at her side, her lekku twitched out a less then complimentary series of words in Dek’s direction, wanting nothing more then to sink her weapon into his body. But she wouldn’t, because as much as she hated to admit it, she needed him for the moment.
“Yes, it suits me just fine. Let them try and take it away from me.” She said, not even bothering to hide the snotty tone in her voice as she clutched her pike to her even more tightly. It didn’t matter how matter-of-factly he stated things, it still grated on her enough tp piss her off completely.
It galled her even more to admit that he was right, though, as the Jedi sent their message to the ship. Still didn’t mean that she had to like it, or him. Pushing away from the wall, she makes her way into the cargo bay with the others, blinking a bit at the sight of him being so kind and caring to such an odd looking creature. Even more so as it turned and growled at her.
Looking at Ceeta, then back to Dek, she couldn’t help but sigh at the realization that she was outnumbered now. Dek was obviously used to being in charge, and she supposed she couldn’t rightly hold that against her. When she stopped and actually thought about it, he had pretty much taken responsibility for herself and Ceeta by bringing them both along into a dangerous situation. Perhaps he was acting the way he was because it was the only way he knew how to handle it. Or maybe he was just a giant ass.
Continuing to hold her pike, she listened as Dek spoke to the Jedi. It was probably for the best that he was speaking for them, considering her recent theft from the Jedi Cryo Sjame. With that thought in mind, she decided that she would comply, when it came to it, and stow her weapon. Dek was her best bet on getting revenge, and getting to where she wanted to go, and if it required acting a bit subservient for just a little longer…she would suffer through it. The ends justified the means, after all.
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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Mar 28, 2007 1:38:47 GMT -5
The Mirialan frowned as the word Sith was spoken by an outsider. That alone would have the Council's attention. As eyes roamed it further became apparent this man was more than just some by chance traveler who came upon some knowledge he'd spout off towards the Jedi.
" Words one should not be openly speaking. You have our attention Taddio Taradek. " the man's tattoo'd face seemed to scrunch up abit turning to the side as he motioned with a tip of his head to the uniform clad temple guard the figure leaned forward as the Jedi whispered something a nod in reply from the figure and he turned to walk with a brisk stride away from the landing bay area.
" We asked that all weapons were left on the ship. " He stated, then motioned. " The saber on your person... " The man did not have the look of a Jedi, nor the feel him possessing such an object gave rise to more questions that would be answered wether the man liked it or not. " Who's was it? " He knew by what he was displayed alone this man was not one of their Order and would have no idea on how to craft such an object. A Jedi secret one very prized. Every lightsaber customized to the maker. Horuulan did not, however, know the former owner of the weapon but suspected someone within' the temple would recognize it.
" No matter. " The man said with a sudden smile. " If you would all follow me. " He turned leading the way back into the Temple Main halls. A form in robes rushing forward a Sullustan by the looks of him/her it stopped near Horuulan gulped in a lung full of air then bowed to him then those behind him. " Greetings Master and Guests. They're waiting..."
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The Temple Halls...
" I'm not pouting. " He growled at her leaning back with a small bump of his own. He was smiling of course Zag got what he deserved. Always he bulled the somewhat meek Yutani and usually Bug was around to pick up the slack.
Small feet thumped back and forth as he moved his fingers in waiting. Suddenly temple doors opened and Master Horuulan entered behind him were three others he had never seen along with the Guard Blaine. A stuffy younger guy who took his job too serious but was nice to the younglings.
" What a weird mask. " He commented, hopping down from the couch to wander closer his four arms hanging down by his sides as he looked over his shoulder at Juna then Master Druwae. " Do you think they're Jedi? "
" No boy. Use the Force and try to see for yourself. "
His youthful face wrinkled up and he focused staring at Taddio, Ceeta and Anka past the Mirialan Knight leading them in. " They are! " He exclaimed.
Druwae sighed. " Have I taught you nothing? They are not. They do not feel it. You would get an F for that one Dog. " She rambled at him, " Now get back here and stop gawking. It's no buisness for a youngling like you. " She chided him as another troop of younglings was being led by.
Dog frowned glowering at the old woman before two clans full of children were ushered against the wall. He recognized a few. The Raraza clan and the other one he could never pronounce, faces in them he had made friends with. All younger, Raraza around the ages of 8-11, same with the second. His own a step ahead of them. He felt some small inkling of pride knowing he was almost like a role model to them; all older and more learned in the Jedi ways.
He smiled waving over at Tohno as she wandered past, followed by a few others he knew in it. Waves returned as did smiles before they were shoo'ed off by their own Masters. His head turned to regard the offworlders again as they were made to wait in the central area. The big man, the red-headed man with the lightsaber and the twi'lek woman.
" Look Master. How can he not be a Jedi and have a lightsaber? "
The Old Master only shook her head resting a spotted wrinkled old hand on his head curling it into wild mangled hair. " As I said before it is none of your worry and you need another bath Dog. "
She turned clapping her hands together. " Come on younglings let us all go, we've lunch to get in your bellies, books to read and a few more practices to go through before this weekend. Hop chop. " She continued as eyes turned to glare at the young man (Taddio) her attention having been drawn by the object he so openly wore. His acquired lightsaber.
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Taddio Tara'dek
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Mar 28, 2007 2:27:47 GMT -5
“Words that I had to speak openly so that you knew my intent.” Dek stated plainly, showing that he had not desired to speak them out in the open, but that it had been a choice denied to him.
At the mention of his saber, Dek lowered a hand to almost lovingly stroke its length. It had been a trusty companion for many years. He did not know how to construct one, yet, but he had learned much of it in the years he had possessed it, and could maintain it. But despite any maintanaince he had done, the saber looked exactly as it had the day he had lifted it from the Jedi his former Master had killed. Looking at the Mirialian, Dek had a notion to lie. But if someone knew who it belonged to, the lie would be unraveled and put Dek in a tight spot. In any case, he wanted to know the name of the Jedi of whom the saber had belonged.
“This saber belonged to a Jedi of whom I only met once, and whose name I never learned. He died fighting a Sith who was…threatening my life.” Ok, so a little lie within the truth would not hurt. “Both died as a result of this combat, and I claimed the lightsaber as my own to prevent any Sith from finding it, and to honor the man who had wielded it.” The last part was complete truth.
Taking the Mirialian’s interest as an invitation to bring the saber along, he does just that. As An’ka and Ceeta deposit their weapons, Dek seals up the locker, and then the ship as they each depart and follow after their escort. Following after the Jedi Knight that was serving as their escort, Dek’s mind begins to go over the tale that he would be telling to the council, as he had no doubts at this point that he would be put before those Masters. Even though he did not show it, he was extremely nervous. How long would it take for these Jedi to ferret out the truth…how long before the learned that he was trained by the Sith, even though he no longer served their ranks.
He barely even noticed the younglings, or the other jedi, milling about the temple grounds. Dek was focused on what was to come. But a tickling at the back of his neck had his head turning, and noticing the stare of an older woman. His eyes met hers from across the distances, and he felt more then read that she did not particularly like him. It was a sentiment that he was sure many of the jedi would levi towards him. So much for the all powerful, all understanding, all compassionate Jedi order. But then, that was exactly why he had never sought out their aid before. He wouldn’t be now, if he had any other options before him.
His emerald gaze shifted away from the Jedi Master and her gaggle of younglings, returning to deeper contemplations. Was coming here a mistake? Would his possession of the purple bladed lightsaber condemn him far more then anything else that had happened in his past. Surely they would not hold such things against him. He had been not more then a child when he had been trained, and not terribly much older when he had taken possession of the saber.
Shaking his head, Dek lifts both hands to pull his hair back once more, tightening the thong holding it in place, wanting to get his mind off of such things. Doubt and uncertainty were things that the Jedi frowned upon. To Dek, there were no doubts that the things he had done in order to survive were the right ones. He might not be a Jedi, but neither had he fallen to the dark side of the Force. Perhaps he had stolen a Jedi’s lightsaber. But in doing so, he had prevented the Sith from claiming it, nor had he been at all responsible for the mans death. But in the end, reasoning meant nothing. The Jedi would pass judgement, no doubt, by their own high standards. Let them. Taddio Tara’dek was not afraid!
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Amania
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Post by Amania on Mar 29, 2007 10:28:07 GMT -5
Amania decided in her mind that she could never live up to the standards of a real Jedi, her mind was too clouded, perceptions all wrong. Looking down on those younglings only confirmed her thoughts, that she was too much of a risk for them to witness her fall. It was inevidable after all, she'd slipped once, goodness would never fully control her actions. Robes clutched tightly to her slender form she strode through the halls and under grand archways until she came upon the steps leading down towards the enterance of the Temple. The descent was casual, haste would only attract attention, which Amania's intentions were simply to make it out without having to be stopped by pesky Masters, curious as to why she was in such a hurry. Body language could speak louder than you intended it, she reminded herself as she approached the landing, the casual stride of her long legs took her out of the Temple and to another wide descent to the outside.
Staring out into the city Amania paused a moment, making sure she was prepared for this, for quiting, her pride would have to wait. Later she could indulge in as much self pity as she could muster, for now for the best of all those she held dear Amania began her downward progress of the many stairs that seemed to support the great weight of the Jedi Temple that loomed behind her. Intentions simple as ever laced with conviction guided Amania out of one path in her life and into another, her disappearance would warrent little concern, after all she was prone to the dark side of the Force. Plans carefully collected and organized played out in her mind, first she'd have to ditch these robes and second find a ship out of here, mulling over her plans kept her mind busy as she made her way farther from the Temple and deeper into the city.
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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Mar 30, 2007 3:55:35 GMT -5
" Yes but your intent is not needed to be known by everyone. Especially when it concerns such matters of importance... if they are indeed truth. " the Jedi spoke in response. His hand rising up to rub across the side of a smooth tattoo covered jaw.
" Carrying another man's saber is never a good thing... of course, carrying one period and not being a Jedi. Well... " Horuulan waved his hand dismissively at his own words. Frowning abit as Dek tossed out the word Sith yet again. A rueful sigh escaping him as he walked up the stairs leading from the central area stopping outside the hallway that would then lead them towards the Council Chambers. Amania walking past the group would recieve a nod of aknowledgement from the Mirialan who had no idea what her intentions were his thoughts and perception through the Force more intent on the visitors.
He'd caught the old Jedi Healer's gaze towards Taddio and his crew, mainly the lightsaber wielding man. " She would be the one to ask of the weapon's owner. "
" Previous. " Ceeta finally spoke from behind his mask. The large nomad shifting abit to turn his body so he could see all ways up and down the hall.
Horuulan only smiled not saying anything as the chamber doors to the council room were opening. " A rarity that outsiders get to enter. " The Knight said his padawan the Sullustan having been in complete silence the whole time staying that way as she stood to her Masters right. She studied them all in silence taking note to body language and gestures the head shake being one such, as was Ceeta's guarded stance.
" Sisn stay and keep our guests company while I speak to the Masters. " The padawan nodded as Horuulan stepped through the doors closing them behind him. Leaving the rest outside to await his return.
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Taddio Tara'dek
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Mar 31, 2007 0:26:56 GMT -5
So introspective was Dek that he almost didn’t hear the words spoken by the Knight.
“You may choose to look down on me, and exclaim that decisions I have been forced to make in the past as being unwise. But until the truth of my existence is known, or you have walked the path that my life has taken, your opinions on my character mean very little Jedi.”
And that was categorically the truth on the matter. Dek refused to be judged by any man that didn’t know of his life, and this Jedi knew absolutely nothing about it. However, in the near future, he suspected that the truth would be revealed, whether he liked it or not. Dek might not be a Jedi, but neither was he a Sith. In all reality, his life leaned more towards the Jedi way of thinking. Nodding to in partial agreement to what Ceeta said, Dek couldn’t help but compare the fact that many a padawan or Knight ended up carrying the saber of a former Master out of respect for their fallen teacher. In many ways, the example set forth by the man who had killed his former Master had taught Dek many lessons.
“Perhaps if I get a chance, I might ask her then.” Dek responded to the words of the elderly Master.
Horuulan’s comment did not go unnoticed, nor the arrogance of it. A trend more and more common among the Jedi these days, or so it seemed to Taddio. Ignoring pretty much everyone around him, Dek calls upon the Force and pulls the lightsaber from his belt, floating it up into his waiting hands. It was a beautiful, well-crafted device. Perhaps the reflection of the man of whom had created it. Dek had never really given it much thought when he had plucked it from the arms of a dead man, the act mostly instinctual, and act of survival. This very saber had saved his life more times then he could count.
Replacing the saber to his belt, his eyes turned towards the council doors. This was a place that he had been avoiding for years. Not out of fear, but stark practicality. Survival. What place would a failed Sith apprentice have among the orderly, and outright arrogant, Jedi.
In the end though, here he was, in the one place he had sworn to never come. It might even be the end of him. But if that were to be, then so be it, he would take it with his chin up, and his ‘stolen’ lightsaber in hand.
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Anka
Fringer
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Post by Anka on Mar 31, 2007 10:50:23 GMT -5
An'ka followed silently, not wanting to draw anymore attention to herself than was readily needed. She looked around this place as they made their way through it, listening to parts of the conversations. She imagined that they looked like quite an odd bunch and she almost laughed and then just didn't. It wasn't like her to show much of any type of emtion, besides the wall that she had to build up around her, which of course was for nothing more than protection. Any time she had let anyone in before, nothing good had ever come of it.
As they stood and waited, she listened to these Jedi Masters and still held her tongue, they didn't want to believe what it was that Dek was here to tell them, but she knew as well as he that the one that they had encountered wouldn't let them get away for much longer. And if they could not convince these Jedi of this, then she supposed that they would have to go it alone.
Of course now Ceeta was drawn into it and she honestly didn't know why, she had never asked, but of course anytime she tried to ask anything all she got was remarks that had nothing to do with what she had wanted to know. Perhaps it was better for her to just stay back and stay quiet.
Watching Dek, she folded her arms over her chest, each one of her lekku twitching as she watched the display. He didn't want to be here anymore than she did, of course he wasn't the one that had taken a ship from one of them either, it was comical how easy it had been, of course now that they stood before the doors of this supposed great council, it may have been a grave mistake.
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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Apr 1, 2007 0:45:16 GMT -5
The Council doors would open to reveal those present Jedi whom at the time are, Micha Giiett, Adi Gallia, Oppo Rancsis, Yaddle, Plo Koon, Eeth Koth and Yarael Poof
Perpetual silence seemed to hang over the room as Anka, Ceeta and Dek were allowed entry. Jedi Knight Horuulaan standing quietly with his hands folded before his abdomen. Not speaking, his padawan Sisn closing the doors behind the trio once they entered.
A small friendly smile appeared on Aid Gallia's dark features as she motioned towards the center area of the room surrounded by the Masters chairs of those who were here and not.
" Please, the levity of your tale seems to require haste. If you would please... tell us your story from the beginning and tell us why you sought our aid. Once we've heard what you have to say then we can all converse freely. "
Horuulan looked towards Yarael Poof a powerful and reknowned telepath. One who was currently employing this 'trait' upon those present. Gleaning surface thoughts from each. Two of the three already known to be Force-Sensitive. None of those present seemed to have commented or to be inclined towards speaking towards the lightsaber Taddio possessed yet if at all.
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Taddio Tara'dek
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 1, 2007 1:29:05 GMT -5
Peering briefly at An’ka, Dek couldn’t help but feel there was something unsaid between them, something that wasn’t quite right, or something that she perceived as not right. It bothered him. What he had once mistaken as witty banter, seemed to have turned into open hostility from her. It was something that had to be dealt with, and soon. If she couldn’t get over whatever it was, then he couldn’t risk having her on his ship any longer!
As the council chamber doors opened up, and the Masters gathered were visible, Dek was a bit disappointed to see that a large portion of the seats were completely empty. But then, what did he really expect. With supreme confidence in the importance of his being here, Dek enters the chamber and moves to a central spot that appeared to be a place for anyone to stand. Slowly, his eyes met those of every single Master in the chamber.
Much like they, his Force senses were flared out, plucking at the emotions floating on the surface. Many of them definetly did not seem to want to be here, and at least one felt that it was a complete waste of time, that Dek was just seeking attention when he couldn’t cut it as a real Jedi. He couldn’t sort through them to know who felt what, but it didn’t really matter.
Wasting no time, he jumped into his tale, beginning from the moment he landed Tattoine, to when he met face to face with the Sith warriors, then Anka through the ‘mission’ that he had been forced to participate in. He went into great detail from that point, telling of the holocron, and the subsequent flight with Anka to his ship, including the battle just outside of Coruscant space. There were murmurs at that point, as apparently there had been rumors that had made it to the Masters ears of a space battle. Dek finished off with the trip to the Temple, then went silent. He knew it was inevitable, that they would ask about the saber, and then how he became adept in using the Force. He was prepared, but he wasn’t going to just volunteer the information.
“I’ve sought your aid Jedi Masters, because this is a problem far beyond my scope to handle, and it is also a problem that is not mine alone to face. This is something that affects the entire universe.” Flat, unadulterated truth and nothing more. Let them read his thoughts and his emotions, it would only add credence to his words and his reason for even being here.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Dek looks at no one in particular as he waits for them to discuss the matter. Anka could, perhaps, add to the telling. But mostly all she could do was corroborate the details, for he had been pretty indepth in his telling, leaving out few details. Although, how she had become entwined with the Sith was up for debate. She hadn’t really filled him in on the details, though he could easily guess most of it. But that was for her to tell, not him.
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Post by Jëdî T¥ on Apr 1, 2007 1:57:31 GMT -5
The silence of the Masters persisted as the man spoke. Very little sound escaping them. Any attempts towards reading them in return would end up with a near impenetrable wall of sheer will and trained mental defenses. None seemed to quick to speak until Plo Koon ventured forth.
" These creatures you met on Tattooine were not Sith. There is only ever two. A most pressing matter in deed though. They could perhaps be agents of true Sith. " His head turned as he seemed to be looking at Yaddle.
The green woman's smile appeared though briefly before she plucked her lower lip. " We feared their existance, proven it may be with this. To us it would explain some mysteries."
" A holocron is involved. This must be dealt with. " Added forth Oppo Rancsis. "
" Yes a shame Master Windu or Yoda were not here. There wisdom would be a benefit. But as far as what has been told to us we will be looking into it and your presence will be required in assistance. " Mused Master Giiett. " Especially if you believe that you are now connected to this object. "
" The truth he is speaking and with it much belief. " Yaddle said quietly, " Needed they all are I feel. "
" As can I. " Adi Gallia confirmed. A nod from several others before silence seemed to over-hang them. " We've searched all of you, at least what you present. We have many more questions also, some of which I am sure you'd not be eager to an... "
" Such as your lightsaber. It belonged to a friend of mine, a friend to many. " Micah Giiett said calmly a motion with his hand towards it. " A while since I've seen it or it's owner. "
Master Gallia continued with a small smile towards Micah who bowed his head in apology, " So we require you to stay in Coruscant until we assign someone this task. We'll need you and your connection with the holocron to lead them to these Dark-siders. "
Plo Koon turned his head from the council back towards Dek, Anka and Ceeta. " Further question... you are Ysanna that much I can tell. What are you? " He asked Dek. Breather mask concealing his lower face lifting upwards. " You hold trainng to you, and a lightsaber meaning you have enough focus in the Force to use it. Who trained you? "
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