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Post by Force_Flow on Dec 17, 2006 18:09:13 GMT -4
Scout
She opened her eyes and quietly slid out of the chair. She took the blanket thrown carelessly on the floor and slowly put it over Sora's sleeping form.
She knew she wouldn't be sleeping.
She sat cross-legged a distance away from him and stared at the wall. Can't you heal yourself, Scout? Don't be afraid. She brushed off the voice. She couldn't make friends with herself.
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Post by tallboydave on Dec 30, 2006 23:43:46 GMT -4
MARIEL
The Zeltronian Jedi quietly meditated in her cabin as she thought over what had happened to her since the Republic fell. A small cup floated around her head, the water inside gently sloshing from side to side as a meditation exercise in control.
Slowly, Mariel stretched her senses out, and felt her mind brush against those of her crewmates, getting little flashes of thoughts, memories, and feelings as she drifted through the passageways..
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Post by Force_Flow on Dec 31, 2006 0:15:23 GMT -4
Nait
The young boy sat at the controls. He had decided to stay behind, and now he regretted it. It was a feeling in his chest he just shouldn't shake off. He wished silently that Scout and Jaskia would come through the cockpit door and greet him with hearty smiles and good laughs.
Tears came, unbidden, to his eyes as he started to think of his little sister. Just under one year younger, she was constantly on his mind. He should've went with her. He couldn't let her go. He knew he was being too over-protective, but he couldn't help it. If she faced Vader aloneā¦
Nait sniffed and wiped his eyes. No, he wouldn't think of that. He had sent her a brief message on her small datapad: If you see the dude, I want you to run. Be careful. Take careful note of your surrounding. Trust no one. He couldn't put what he felt into words. He could only describe it as a deep ache, and emptiness that couldn't be cured without her presence.
He sniffed again and took out a picture from his pocket. It was a faded picture, for sure, but he could still make out the three forms of himself, Naos, and Scout. They had each written a message on the back. He remembered his own distinctly: Me and them are friends - Nait.
A resolve in him hardened. He wouldn't sit there moping. He had work to do. Important work, and the sooner finished, the sooner he could see his sister again.
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Post by tallboydave on Dec 31, 2006 1:49:09 GMT -4
MARIEL
Softly, Mariel caught the cup as it dropped, and rose to her feet. Drinking the water down, she placed it on the counter, and her hand went down to her belt, before she stopped in recollection. She hadn't worn her sabre for a long time, and now, she felt a yearning for the reassuring weight once more. As it was, she felt incomplete, one could argue.
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Post by Force_Flow on Dec 31, 2006 2:06:43 GMT -4
Nait
He got up. There was probably no one in the Cargo Hold. He hadn't been meditating in months. He'd do his moving meditations. He needed to loosen up. Then he'd start with the ship's repairs.
He made sure his lightsaber was still on his belt, as well as his spare, and headed off to the Cargo Hold. Then a thought struck him. He hadn't exactly been spending time with the new Jedi onboard, Mariel.
He decided to visit her. Maybe someone else was feeling the same way he was.
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Post by tallboydave on Dec 31, 2006 2:13:55 GMT -4
MARIEL
Mariel turned her head as the door chimed. "Just one moment!" she called, gathering her things. She was of the habit of meditating while only dressed in her undergarments, a common enough quirk in Zeltrons, but most races had views on such things, silly as they seemed to Mariel.
As quickly as she could, she put on her pants and her jacket, before clearing her throat.
"Yes? Who is it?" she called.
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Post by Force_Flow on Dec 31, 2006 2:20:59 GMT -4
Nait
He knocked on the door softly . "Just one moment!" Mariel called. Nait bristled with impatience. "Yes? Who is it?"
"Nait Gash," he said. "I'm looking for a sparring partner."
OOC: Quick Question. How old is Mariel?
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Post by tallboydave on Dec 31, 2006 2:24:52 GMT -4
OOC: Mid 20's-30, or there about.
MARIEL
"A sparring partner?" Mariel said, and opened the door. "Sounds good to me. I could use the workout. Being locked up on an Imperial ship doesn't do you much good."
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Post by Force_Flow on Dec 31, 2006 2:30:07 GMT -4
Nait
"Diddo," he said. "I don't think we've formally met. I've knocked you down once or twice in the Temple running away from my friends when I was ten."
He held out his hand. "Nait Gash, Padawan Orphan."
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Post by tallboydave on Dec 31, 2006 2:34:56 GMT -4
MARIEL
'A padawan?' Mariel thought to herself. "Mariel. One very lucky Jedi Knight." she said, shaking Naits' hand.
"So how did a nice boy like you survive that awful attack on the Jedi Temple ?"
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