conversations: human
conversations:  The six of you stand in a large, tall chamber. It runs over 100 feet in length and just as tall in height. Adorning the walls are a series of platforms flanking either side of the chamber, rising slowly and sequentially like very large stairs. Before you stands Master Jir Zaan, wearing his Jedi robes and a large smile. The six of you stand in a semicircle before him with your training droids standing just behind you. A small droid hovers off to Master Zaan’s right at about shoulder height. As you stand at attention you glance around you and notice one another. Since your training has been primarily in isolation, you have yet to have the chance to meet one another. Master Zaan holds his hands out to you and speaks, his deep voice echoing throughout the chamber.
  
    “My young padawans, the first stage of your training has come to a close. It is time for you to learn to work together and move as one.”  
  
  A small metallic ball comes floating towards Master Zaan. Without taking his eyes from you he makes a slight hand motion and the ball flies upwards towards the rear of the chamber, passing through a small hoop suspended from the ceiling.
  
    “Now, before we begin, I must go attend to something quickly. Take a moment to introduce yourselves.  You’ll be spending a great deal of time together from here on out.”  
  
  OOG: Say hello! Describe your droids real briefly for everyone else’s benefit.
conversations: King Tius:
conversations: human
conversations:  Oolan was a ball of anxiousness and curiosity.  He hadn't met any of these jedi before, and was delighted to have so many new people to learn with...and learn from.
  
  Lok zipped around his head, it was obvious the little droid was restless.
  
   "Stop it.  This is serious.  Lok!  I mean it!  Oolan snapped at the remote under his breath.
  
  Lok was a small sphere the size of an average human's fist.  A singular yellow light gleamed from a protruding digital lens.  The rest of Lok's dull metallic shell was riddled with scuffs, scrapes, stratches, and a few dings.  Small holes were visible on the surface of the droid, which were likely blaster ports used to fire energy for one of the many lightsaber training programs.
  
   "Greetings everyone.  I am Oolan, and this...WILL YOU SIT STILL???"  Oolan snapped at the droid, then looked back at the others, and grinned.   "This is Lok.  I gather all of you have been training under Master Zaan as well?"   Oolan gave Lok a frustrated look...then focused his attention on the others again, once more a large smile drawing across his neti face.
conversations: calhexas:
conversations: human
conversations:  Jnnl looked about, smiling congenially. The Sullustan's short rotund form shifted from one foot to another, his pupiless eyes black eyes scanning over the assorted Padawans. He had known Master Zaan had others, but he hadn't never met them. The other Droids interested him as well. Obviously Runt wasn't the standard. This wasn't that shocking. The Huge Droid (easily topping 8 feet) was a rather intimidating sight. His hulking form, created in burnished metal, was obviously intensely powerful. Jnnl laughed at Oolan's chiding of Lok. He obviously had the oppisite relationship with his droid as Jnnl.
  
   "I'm Jnnl. This is Runt." 
  
  Jnnl grinned widely.
  
   "He's a big teddy bear. Don't be scared." 
  
  Runt let out a sigh from behind Jnnl. He didn't even try correcting Jnnl anymore. His charge and he had a very trying relationship.
conversations: Tackyhillbillu:
conversations: human
conversations:  Zabawi appeared exceptionally out of place. Whilst his fellow padawans wore plain brown and tan robes, his were navy and pale blue. He wears a lightsaber, but it is accompanied by a well used utility belt and blaster pistol. His droid also looks quite out of the ordinary. It had started as a standard service droid: large and powerful. But over the years it had clearly been submitted to many whimsical modifications, sprouting arms in odd places and many open ports for easy upgrades and modifications.
  
  As people were introducing themselves, Zabawi was only paying half attention, focusing instead on the binder cuffs he had strapped to his wrists trying to get them off. Noting this, his droid decided to make the introductions for him, "My designation is D3-XR, and my Arkanian companion here is Zabawi."
  
   
   Spoiler 
  
  mechanics check to 'pick the lock' DC 25
   (1d20+12)[ 19 ] 
   
conversations: Vorastrix:
conversations: human
conversations:  After failing to pick the lock he sighs, then looking to D3-XR he says "Offshoot, Dexter. I'm an Arkinian Offshoot. Don't lump me in with those arrogant, four-fingered, pupil-less, Arkanians." Zabawi prided himself on being an offshoot, preferring it to his genetic cousins, despite the shortened life-span and slave status. There was polite edicuit to be shown though so he finished saying "Greetings Oolan, Jinnel." he nodded slightly to both, but stuttered through the second name, not sure how to pronounce it properly  how does someone have a name without vowels?  after which he returned to the binders.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  same DC
   (1d20+12)[ 13 ] 
   
conversations: Vorastrix:
conversations: human
conversations:  Jecht 
  As close to the corner or edge of the room as he could be and yet still be considered in the group Jecht gives a little cough to make sure they know where the voice is coming from.  "Names Jecht, pleased to meet all of you." 
  
  He was about to fade away into the back, but his protocol droid was getting indignant and in a half veiled answer and a tone much like that of a butler it tried to whisper to him. Although it was clearly audible "Master! That is no way to be polite. You have not introduced me, and nor have you given them your proper name. You also didn't bow. I thought you would have known better."
  
  With a little sigh Jecht steps forward and bows to the group and waves his hand at the droid.  "I am Jecht Xenon, and this is my companion, aid, and training droid 'Beep Roop' he is quite eager to be doing something different." 
  
  The droid appears to be a slightly modified  GE3-Series Protocol Droid.  It appears to be slightly bulkier from the addition of a great many servos and data banks. Additionally one of the eyes is a large wide and flat looking targeting scope. An old fashioned wire antenna is located on its head. The overall appearance looks old and antiquated, and butler like.
conversations: Gamgee:
conversations: human
conversations:  Landomaw looked around at the other jedi and their training droids and said: "Nice to meet you, my name is Landomaw, and this is Mank." His training droid nodded. Mank was about the same size as Landomaw, just barely taller than him. Mank looked almost the same as a 3PO-series protocol droid, but looked more designed to battle than to serve tea. He has a sturdier and more dextrous structure than a basic 3PO-unit, but looks otherwise the same.
  
  OOC: BTW, I still don't have an internet (I'm posting from the school's library) so don't expect me to post very often.
conversations: McTurbo:
conversations: human
conversations:  Jnnl smiled, giving Zabawi full credit for effort. His pronunciation left something to be desired, but such was life.
  
   "Hmmm... anybody know if there is anything to eat around here? I could use a bite, specially if any of you..." 
  
  His broad sweep included the droids.
  
   "...know how to cook. Runt can prepare military rations, and that just barely." 
  
  The Large Robot shifted slightly, bending over to look it's charge in the eyes.
  
  "Jnnl, my meals are nutritionally balenced, and intended to keep you in good shape."
  
   "And they have several other remarkable qualities. Several of them could probably take blaster shot with no visible damage, and your Orange Goop is bouncy enough that you could probably use it as a shock observer." 
  
  "You exaggerate. And if you don't like it, you could cook for yourself."
  
   "Don't be angry. Your cooking might have more applications in Ship Construction then the culinary realm, but that's an accomplishment of sorts." 
  
  The droid attempted to look hurt, but it's size and blockiness of form made it a mild failure. It didn't matter. Jnnl was already busy looking about for his lunch.
conversations: Tackyhillbillu:
conversations: human
conversations:  "If you do not stop buzzing about my head, I'll shut you off and have you turned into kitchen appliances."  Oolan scolded Lok.
  
  "Beep-booooooooooooop." Lok let out as he ceased his chaotic flying.
  
   "I wonder what kind of plans Master has in store for us.  Obviously he's wanting for us to be able to operate as a team...but I wonder for what purpose.  Any ideas?" 
  
  "Beep-boo..." Lok began to chirp.
  
   "Anyone  else  have ideas?"  Oolan quickly interrupted, with a disapproving expression directed towards his small droid.
conversations: calhexas:
conversations: human
conversations:  After a few moments your Master returns, a troubled look upon his face. He strides back to where he first stood and turns again to face you. The worried look fades from his face as the smile returns. The metallic sphere returns to his hand and he tosses it up and down a few times.
  
    "My Padawans, your first challenge is to take this ball and pass it through the hoop, just as I have done."  
  
  Again the sphere flies up near the ceiling and passes through the small circle, this time floating directly back to his hand.
  
    "Now I know you are each strong enough in the Force to do this with ease, so I have decided to make this a little more challenging."  
  
  He nods to his personal droid, still floating by his side. The lights on the front of Master Zaan's droid flash briefly and your training droids all snap to attention and walk forward, forming a line in front of you. Master Zaan motions to a rack on the wall and weapons float to the droids (stun rods and stun blasters).
  
    "Any questions before we begin?"  
  
  OOG: Regardless as to whether you have questions or not, please roll your initiatives with this post. I tend to wait till I have almost everyone's posts before beginning, so if there is a lag, it is usually because I am waiting.
  
  OOG2:  OOC Thread 
conversations: King Tius:
conversations: human
conversations:  Jnnl looks at the group, and smiles.
  
   "This should be fun. My vote is each one of us due it in turn, while the others protect him. Frankly, I'd rather not get Runts fist in the face while I was playing with Balls." 
conversations: Tackyhillbillu:
conversations: human
conversations:  Zabawi raised his hand, or rather hands, "uhm, I have one. I don't know the combination to get these off, Dexter does, am i to fight with these on master?" Zabawi felt foolish for having the cuffs on. But he had figured this to be some boring graduation ceremony, so he had figured he would use the time to practice his craft. While he awaited the answer he continued to struggle with the binders.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  [b]Mechanics:  (1d20+12)[ 17 ] 
   
conversations: Vorastrix:
conversations: human
conversations:  Landomaw smiles and says:
   
  "So, if I understood right, we have to move that ball through that hoop using the Force, with our droids trying to stop us with stun weapons? If so, I have a feeling this is going to get  really  interesting." 
   
   Spoiler 
  Initiative roll:  (1d20+5)[ 9 ] 
   
conversations: McTurbo:
conversations: human
conversations:  Jecht 
  Jecht looks at the line of odd looking droids and thinks this is going to be interesting to say the least. Although it didn't seem too challenging and he had a skeptical look on his face.
  
  Initiative
   
   Spoiler 
   (1d20+2)[ 13 ] 
   
conversations: Gamgee:
conversations: human
conversations:  Initiative 
   
   Spoiler 
   (1d20+3)[ 14 ] 
   
conversations: Vorastrix:
conversations: human
conversations:  Initiative
  
   
   Spoiler 
   (1d20+4)[ 19 ] 
   
conversations: Tackyhillbillu:
conversations: human
conversations:  Oolan chuckled as Lok lined up next to the other droids.  He was half the size of most of the droids head units.
  
   "Yeah...interesting indeed."  he said with another chuckle.
conversations: calhexas:
conversations: human
conversations:  Enrique 
  
  Off on the side, a being who seemed to be not paying any particular attention to his master stood with his arms around his back, and head wavering around the region. They called this race Miraluka. Physically blind, but could see through their innate tap into the force. It was kind of like looking in super-sonic waves, only it didn't stop when solid objects were hit. A single brown band wrapped around his eyes, tied behind his hair kept his blank eyes hidden from the world. Very little within his attire clashed with the Jedi robes. Even his own appearance was trim and clean, almost to the point of perfectionism.
  
  Beside him stood a droid. By all rights it was quite nondescript of the standard combat droid. Its owner preferred to keep it quiet as possible, and only speaking up when protocol called for it.
  
   "Enrique... Certainly is a diverse group. Should prove to be interesting in the future." 
   
   Spoiler 
  Sorry for the delay. College. ^.^; Situation is back to status quo and posting shall resume post-haste.
  
    Init  - (1d20+6)[ 22 ] 
   
conversations: ZaneLaCoix:
conversations: human
conversations:  Spoiler 
  Trying to roll initiative.
  
   (1d20+5)[ 8 ] 
  
  Okay, this dice roll definitely F'd me over pretty good.
  
  None of the rolls worked in the earlier post, and now that I post it, and it finally works, it gives me an 8.  F U dice roller Gods.
   
conversations: calhexas: