Divergences in the Force (Inkidu & MuicNeverDies)
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				Title: <strong>Divergences in the Force (Inkidu &amp; MuicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 20:02:55</strong>
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				Terrik swept around corner his typical brown cloak tailing around his ankles. He was in a hurry. He had to leave Coruscant. The rain hit the hood of his cloak as he dashes across the metal walkways of the lower parts of the city. He'd made good time, and he had an escape plan. His leather boots disrupted the glass surface of several puddles. Trash, and the poor loitered around. He didn't appear in any hurry and anyone who looked his way quickly went about their own business. <br><br>Hovercars zipped past and the skyline was lit up as usual glitter of lights. He moved to the slum docks. His Jedi fighter was waiting. He'd planned for this for months. In the final stretch of his flight the young knight spotted slavers hauling a Twi'lek girl by a rope. They had Bantha stunners in their hands and the electricity popped as the rain hit the stick's end. He almost walked by but the Force had other plans. He could tell she was strong in the Force. He walked up to the slavers. All of them nasty looking Trandoshans. They wore heavy combat armor and carried blaster rifles. Six in all.<br><br>They turned the guns on him but it was for not in a rapid spin his lightsaber came to life, its viridian glow flashed, cutting the first one's rifle in half. He pushed the second and third, the ones wielding the prods, over the edge of the walkway and deflected the blast of the fourth hitting him in the skull. He chocked the fifth one and moved him to block the shots of his comrade. Throwing the lifeless corpse back at the Trandoshan. He walked over to the downed enemy and stabbed him through the chest with an elaborate flip of the blade. He couldn't leave them to witness his escape. <br><br>He walked over to the Twi'lek girl. Pulling back his cloak and and tossing it aside. His old white Jedi robes stood out. He was a handsome human, tall, slim-built but obviously physically trained. Short blond hair plastered in the rain. He looked at her with dark green eyes, and narrow facial features. "Come with me." he said gently holding out his hand to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divergences in the Force (Inkidu &amp; MuicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 23:11:22</strong>
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				Palaa trudged lazily behind the six Trandoshans leading her through the murky underbelly of&nbsp; Coruscant. She barely payed her captors any mind by now. She had been passed through Rodians, a pair of rather vulgar smelling Selkath, and a deep voiced Iridonian already. Now she was supposedly being handed off to the final buyer sometime later today, a Besalisk slave owner who resided someplace in the deeper recesses of Coruscant's corruption sector. Idly she wondered just how long she would be there before he too tired to her. <br><br>Her focus was stolen by each vibrantly different passerby, some (if not all) very obviously aware that she was a slave being lead somewhere against her will. It sparked her anger and made her blood flow warm into clenched fists. One such passer seemed to notice her, and the stunners which she thankfully had not yet been subjected to by this particular group, and walked on. A wave of contempt growled at those around her, followed closely by a sense of hopelessness. <br><br>After that momentary spurt of anger, she saw the man who had almost passed her by turn, and advance towards their group. Perhaps he was one of the Besalisk's men, sent to lead them to him. She sighed, at least it would get her out of the chilling rain. Maybe the Trandoshans would take back their headdress as well. They had supplied her with a headdress to keep her from communicating with any other twi'leks in a language they could not understand. But the main problem for her was that it was very tight, pinching at her scalp and causing a constant feeling of discomfort. It was a mockery of the decorative headdresses she'd been told she would one day wear. That was well before drought knocked her life from under her, and she was sold off to the highest bidder. <br><br>As the battle sparked to life before her, she watched her holders fall one by one in rapid succession, nearly missing the battle as it flashed before her so quickly. Still, the scattered people nearby chose to stay uninvolved, watching for a second before turning and moving in the other direction. <br><br>Staring at the stranger once the six Trandoshans were on the ground she stepped forward, taking a moment to kick one in the side, before moving right in front of the human. He was much taller than her, and a few- perhaps eight or nine- years older. She didn't specifically trust him, but she knew he was a better option than the friends of the Trandoshans that littered the ground at her feet. Slowly, her light purple hand slid into his peach palm, as her brown eyes slid up his robes to stare into his eyes. Her own flickered with a livelihood and slight defiance, underscored with a bitterness only slavery could bring about. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divergences in the Force (Inkidu &amp; MuicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 23:35:41</strong>
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				Terrik took her little hand. This would help further his plans. He held it as he ran with her to the end of the isthmus of metal connecting the main walk with the landing pad. On the platform was a Jedi star fighter. It's needle like design was unmistakable but he had no other way of escape. He let go of her hand briefly to jump up on the wing and open the cockpit. He reached down and helped her up. "I don't think you need this anymore. He said undoing the headdress restraint and throwing it over the edge of the landing pad. <br><br>The Jedi star fighter was unfortunately a one seated vessel but he lowered the Twi'lek into the cockpit as it slid closed. Firing up the engines the ship hovered before he pulled back on the yoke and the fighter shot up through the atmosphere. It wasn't long before someone hailed him on the comm. "Attention Jedi, the council has sent word to stop you please land and wait for..." Terrik flipped the switch turning it off. Punching it he hit space and flew to one of the unoccupied hyperdrive rings and was soon in hyperspace. He sighed and looked at his new apprentice.<br><br>"So what's your name youngling?" he asked relaxing. He hadn't thought he would beat the republic's defenses, but he'd planned this, and was certain it would work. "Would you like to be an apprentice and learn the ways of the Force?" he said in quick follow up. "Be no ones' slave?" he asked to drive the point home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divergences in the Force (Inkidu &amp; MuicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 04:31:29</strong>
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				She trailed behind him, having to take multiple steps to keep up with him. But she was used to that. The rain sunk into her clothes and caused an irritable chafing feeling as she moved her body quickly through the streets in his wake. When they finally arrived and he removed her headdress, her head shook in response. She flopped it about a little, letting her lekku breath and feel the space around them. His hand was large on hers as it helped her into the cockpit. <br><br>She quirked a brow as he avoided the comm, and flew right past. It was something she'd seen a good deal of times before. Maybe it was just the way of the world, that the requests for landing were only for show and no one was actually expected to land. She couldn't recall one time where her flight had landed in response. <br><br>“Palaa.” She was silent, her slight body twisting slightly as she looked out the windows and tried to watch the worlds shoot by her. Normally she was stuck below deck, never in a vehicle this small or personal. She had heard his question but was uncertain of her own answer. That uncertainty showed in the faint quality of her voice “This is a Jedi ship... I don't think I could be a Jedi...” <br><br>Looking at him, she gave a small but sad smile, then returned her gaze to the window. “You never told me your name.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divergences in the Force (Inkidu &amp; MuicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 05:09:07</strong>
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				"Hmm..." he mused, "I'm Terrik Udanna, and I think you'll do just fine." he knew she would that little surge of hers was only the beginning. "Regardless you're out from under a life of servitude." He was going to be her teacher not her owner. "We're going to be going to Dantooine." he told her. <br><br>Despite the fact Dantooine had once been home to a Jedi Academy. It had been bombed in the Mandalorian War and never rebuilt. It was home to farmers and scavengers. He could at least start her training their, hopefully find her some basic things. Terrik carried the teachings with him. Time passed and they quickly came out of hyperspace and the temperate planet loomed beneath. Flipping the ship up he disengaged the hyperdrive ring and flew threw the top part of it and back toward the planet in a U-shaped move. <br><br>On the prairie Terrik looked at the ruins of the temple. Most of it had been cleaned out, he was sure. It ahd been years. However there were always people selling the artifacts. "Stay close Palaa." he advised. The irony wasn't lost on him. The relics of the Jedi's high period would teach his new breed of Force users. He looked at one rather irate looking Human with various Jedi artifacts and a protocol HK Series droid. "I want that burnsaber, and those robes." Terrik told the vendor, "One thousand credits." he said not looking up, "You will give them to me as an act of charity." <br>"I will give them to you as an act of charity..." he repeated and handed the items over. <br><br>"Let's go find a place to make camp. I don't want people eavesdropping." This all probably bored the youngling but it had to be done. "Then we're going to see what you're made of." he said looking down and smiling at his young apprentice. The robes he had were obviously to big for the young Twi'lek but he would work on that later. Right now they hiked out into the prairie wilderness the first of many lessons were soon to be taught.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divergences in the Force (Inkidu &amp; MuicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 00:27:14</strong>
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				She'd heard the name of the planet well before. Perhaps even been on it, but she was not sure. Sometimes the planet and ships she resided on were a mystery to her, and very rarely had she been held in a place with many other slaves. None of the slavers would talk to the merchandise, of course. She wasn't even sure she'd be capable of maintaining a conversation with this man sharing the small flier. <br><br>Upon arrival she was at least mostly sure she'd never been on the planet, but it was still a mystery. One she cared not to linger on. Instead she let her silken gaze float over the ruined landscape. Some of the damage looked to be from war, while other was clearly a victim of time. <br><br>Unconsciously, as Palaa watched, she flexed her hands and twisted her head to the sides, testing her new freedom and trying to get used to the sensation of air on her tender skin again. Something so very normal she ad been deprived of for much longer than she care think on, considering her age, a sizable portion of her life was spent in such bondage. Another soft wave of anger escaped her at this, but she knew not that it meant anything, or that maybe, just maybe, the human with her could feel it. <br><br>Once they came to the vendor, Palaa's attention was grasped by Terrik. His little trick had been impressive, something she'd seen once before. A well paid slaver had brought her through the main streets of some dank planet with purple sand, he'd gotten her past countless barriers using a similar trick. One she knew involved the force. Like all, she knew of the force, but like a popper who knew of royalty, she thought it absurd to think about it and herself in the same breath. <br><br>If the mind trick Terrik had pulled had gained her attention, the next words from him welded it in place. Let's see what you're made of. Some sort of test, some way of proving herself. Palaa still had no idea what was happening. Perhaps this was another companies slaver, using Jedi tricks to convince slaves to come along peacefully without arousing suspicion. Perhaps he was a violent, lewd man who would use her for obscene purposes. Somehow, neither seemed to fit him. She had a good feeling about him, despite everything she had been raised on. <br><br>“How do you plan to find out?” She asked once they had been walking for a good deal of time. The hike was long for her, after so long of being trapped within cages. She was not certain she would make such a trek, however, she pressed herself to move on. Each step was one of both determination and a sort of defiance.&nbsp; As if she was saying 'Just try me. I will walk till my feet are but stumps.' Which she would. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divergences in the Force (Inkidu &amp; MuicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 17:57:31</strong>
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				Terrik sensed his new students anger and ignored it. Too much of that would not be conducive to the student he required but he understood why she felt that way and the actual hurt under it. "I'm sure you know of the Force?" he mused to her. "It lives in each of us and the universe," he stopped in a rocky little alcove that would make a nice camp for now. Terrik was used to such conditions the life of the Jedi was not one given to many luxuries. <br><br>"Alright." he said turning to her and tossing her the burnsaber. "This is a training saber." he informed it will give you some nasty burns but lets hold off on that." he say down cross-legged and motioned for her to do the same. "Right now I want you to close your eyes." He waited for her to do as he instructed, "Now feel the universe around you. All the little blades of grass the insects in the grass. Cast aside your physical perceptions and let the force be your eyes."<br><br>It was a rather simple test and she had great potential brimming inside of her. He could feel the unconscious hum of energy the Twi'lek gave off. She was defiant but he could sense it stemmed only from her pain of being enslaved for her young life. He could sense the minute motes of life hovering around held by her residual Force energy. "Try to lift your burnsaber with the Foce." he instructed from what seemed like a distance away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divergences in the Force (Inkidu &amp; MuicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 04:25:16</strong>
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				Palaa paid no mind to where they stopped, nor did she care if it was for the night, or if they'd keep going and sleep in the open. All she really wanted was to rest her feet, and she'd slept in worse conditions, in fact the little alcove seemed a spacious lodging to her. <br><br>Her reflexes were piqued, quickly catching the burnsaber in her hand she turned the cylindrical tube in her hand, keeping her soft brown eyes upon it. With a quirked brow she sat down across from him, not releasing the saber from her hand. She had a weapon. For the first time, she was armed. She liked that, even though she knew that she had no ill will against Terrik. She had no urge or reason to hurt him, not likely the ability, but the facade of a weapon to do so with was comforting after so long with little more than her clothing to cling to- sometimes scarcely that. <br><br>But his little spiel? Now that was slightly grating against her. She knew of the force, she'd learn a few things about the Jedi. That they were protectors. They were powerful and good. Somehow, they'd let her slip by into slavery right before their eyes. A bitterness loomed in her. But somewhere, an urge to rise above that and become something was rising. <br><br>Reluctance rolled off her in waves as she placed the burnsaber down again. Even doing that, for her, was a sign of some silly trust in this Jedi. However, she did place the blade practically against her leg. It's basic neutral tones played nicely against that of her soft purple.&nbsp; She kept her eyes open, Palaa was not capable of that level of trust. Instead she looked at the saber intensely, and began to focus. However she didn't know exactly what to think, or even how. Her mind started to wonder. Once or twice, maybe, the cylindrical blade rolled over a bit. <br><br>“I don't know how to do this.” She complained quietly, leaning back on her palms in a sign of giving up. She didn't like being unable to do something she was trying to do. It was far too reminiscent of being unable to do anything of her own free will such a very short time ago. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divergences in the Force (Inkidu &amp; MuicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 05:10:52</strong>
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				"You're not listening hard enough." he said curtly to Palaa not at all a gentle tone common among most Jedi teachers. He could sense her resentment easily, a twinge of bitterness in one so young was rather disheartening on some level but not at the moment. "It will come in time, just listen to the Force let it guide you, and you'll soon be able to use it.<br><br>He didn't much care if she thought her new teacher was a Jedi or not. He wasn't; what was left of the Jedi Council would defend that. He would teach her to control her feelings all the same. If only to fool those Jedi and Sith lurking behind their respective dogmas. He shape his new charge into an observer of the Force. To hold all things arbitrarily in a balance. Not play to one side because it claimed to be more powerful or more righteous. <br><br>However, he felt his own digression and angst at his former school and could sense his students feelings. "I think that is enough for a first day..." he stood and left to prepare a spartan and jury-rigged camp for them both. "Go to sleep." he suggested. He wasn't worried that she might run. Where would she go? What was the point? Strong in the Force or not she was still a youngling. "Tomorrow I'll teach you how to use that.<br><br>The weeks passed quickly and gave into months on the temperate planet in the shadows of what was once a place of Jedi teachings. Terrik had quickly moved there little camp to the Jedi ruins so that he might look for precious few objects of the Force. Palaa was showing adept promise and he already started her on the broad and basic Shii Cho style of combat. He had made her a few sets of simple gray robes for training, and they were getting wear and tear already. He himself cast aside his old Jedi robes and used an outfit of gray cloth and leather. A more martial dress than the Jedi.<br><br>They were standing in an old bunk room or something of the like in the temple. Terrik had stacked three small piles of rocks. "Remember size is irrelevant, just call on the force and lift all the rocks..." he coached her. Hoping the child would not become frustrated. His hands were behind his back. "Remember to use your burnsaber as a focal point if you have to." his breathing was steady. He waited patiently for the Twi,lek to gain her composure. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divergences in the Force (Inkidu &amp; MuicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 06:36:53</strong>
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				Time passed both slowly and quickly for Palaa. The training was tedious, but not so tedious as sitting and waiting to be preyed upon. She quickly adapted to her newer style of life, her new quality of life. Something about it was not quite free, not yet. That would come with time, maybe with a change of venue, or with leaving Terrik. She didn't know. <br><br>One thing she knew was he still treated her like a child, which she was, yes, such a very young force in the universe. However, she didn't feel it. Of course to think one was being treated like a baby was a prime indicator of childhood, or perhaps very old age. <br><br>She was slowly becoming used to Terrik's presence, but not yet open to him. She was not good at conversation, and often he spoke only of training, or the force. She was growing more aware, and able to contain her at least her power at times, if not her anger. Something told her that she and Terrik needed a better bond before she could open up more, but it was a difficult task for her. <br><br>The rock lifting, however, was not. Not really. She often found herself practicing. Mostly, she would practice for herself, never for him. She longed for the power she could be capable of. Palaa knew enough, perhaps, to guess that Terrik wouldn't be keen on her notion of studying hard only to fight. However, she suspected he already knew, or sensed that from her. <br><br>Focusing on the rocks, she shut her eyes. Before her closed lids the world was displayed, brighter and more highly defined than any planet she'd ever been on. First the top rock lifted, hovering cleanly. Then the second rose, knocking the bottom of the first and shakily moving into position below it, leaving enough room for the third to rise. <br><br>As she concentrated on that, her hold on the other two wavered, they shook, the top falling onto the second, then shooting up again unevenly. Agitation flared up within her, and for a moment all the rocks were flung high into the air, then fell and crumbled into the dry ground.&nbsp; “Size doesn't matter. There's too <em>much</em> to focus on.” Though she wasn't sure if perhaps the fact that the bottom rock was the largest hadn't had something to do with her inability to lift it stably. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divergences in the Force (Inkidu &amp; MuicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 13:59:36</strong>
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				"That's because you are trying to control the river instead of redirecting it." he said simply picking up on her mistake the instant she made it. The mark of a good teacher he supposed. Holding up a hand he lifted all the piles of rocks and moved them in intricate circular ellipses like small moons. "You're being too aggressive and impatient in your goals." he went on. This is usually how it worked she would do the exercise and he would lecture her on what she did correct or not.<br><br>"That kind of aggressive focus is great for a single target." he shot one rock from the group without letting the others drop. "But for many things you have to relax and let the Force take over." He was trying to get her used to defense. She would need this if she ever wanted to deflect more than one blaster shot. <br><br>Terrik let the rocks drop. "That was a good effort nonetheless." he told her, "Do you want to go play?" Terrik had cleared most of the Jedi temple of any real animal or hazardous threats and often let his student go exploring. "Don't get frustrated, you get to angry and too much of anything is a bad thing." he knelt and put a hand on her little shoulder. "Run along now." He flashed a rare smile. <br><br>Inexorably the passage of time was remarkably swift and their first year together as teacher and student drew to a close. Terrik hadn't changed much, a little more weathered but all and all the same. It was raining outside the ruins of the temple so the two stayed in and practiced lightsaber form, and force acrobatics. "Okay now force jump." Terrik said. He didn't expect her to go very high. Her personal training was a mystery to him. He had found it good initiative and didn't pry. He just reminded her to not get carried away with it or her emotions, like always. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divergences in the Force (Inkidu &amp; MuicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 18:52:17</strong>
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				His smile made her smile, faintly, for a fraction of a second. Then it vanished. Most of the time she didn't smile, but nor did she really frown, she tended to keep her face stoic. Him excusing her to go play still made her feel like a child, but it was useful for her solo training, and her freedom. She felt alive exploring and discovering new things on her own. <br><br>In everything she did he claimed she was using her emotions too much. To be brutally honest, it pissed her off. Over time she had learned to better accept that he was right. Perhaps, had he been teaching her in the ways of the Sith, she would be strong using her anger. But he was not. He wouldn't mention how to be pissed and harness it. So she had to follow his path, for the time being. <br><br>She had begun to grasp his teaching style, mostly on her own time. As it drew closer to the end of their first year, she found herself training more on her own, fiercely. Enough so that she could sometimes come home with small cuts or bruises. Most of those were from an activity she'd started with herself where she would throw rocks into the air and shut her eyes. Some would fall towards her and she'd most often deflect them, but sometimes didn't. She'd gotten to a point where none hit her head, but some near misses still skidded across her shoulders. <br><br>Standing before him Palaa was a bit taller than when she first arrived, but still smaller than him. Her skin was closer matching her eyes, the soft purple flecked with specks of dirt and dust, but she really didn't mind. She had no one to impress. After a deep breath she jumped upwards, and at the peak of her jump she summoned the force below her, staying suspended in the air for a half a second, then shooting up an extra two feet. Her descent was slow, and as her feet touched the ground a small wave of dust rolled along the ground away from her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divergences in the Force (Inkidu &amp; MuicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 03:25:19</strong>
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				"Nicely done," he told her before pulling out his own lightsaber and motioning for her to do the same wither her less-powerful version. Over the months he sensed her angst and frustration. Neither were good emotions to carry around constantly like she is wont to do. He flicked the pale green blade to life and assumed the basic Shii-Cho stance. Though he'd already begun explaining form II to her. She didn't seem keen on the dueling style though and most likely was closer to the broad, angular form I. <br><br>"You don't want to be a student." he said simply stepping in with a basic attack she knew how to block. "One doesn't need the Force to sense that." he finished flipping the blade over before attacking again. You hold on to too many things. Emotions are natural but you're letting them consume you and drive you to the wrong places."<br><br>While Terrik held both sides of the Force as sides of the same coin he never preached one extreme or the other. He was rarely this forward with his doctrine, but he felt she wanted to be treated more maturely so if she could grasp and follow this he would allow her more responsibility. "You must find balance you're walking the path of chaos," as he called the dark side. "You can't let your emotions consume you, but you can't shut yourself away into isolation," what he called the light side. He continued to drill her in her forms. "I applaud your effort but you must keep in mind why you're training." he warned her. She should train to understand the Force not to seek revenge or to sacrifice herself to weaker people." <br><br>He didn't speak for the rest of the lesson until he dismissed her to do as she willed, "Think on what I have said Palaa." deliberately addressing her by the name she'd given. <br><br>Five years on Dantooine fell to the scope of the universe but Terrik did not worry. Today was a special occasion for his apprentice, what he'd taken to calling her now. Terrik was tanned and his hair longer, a few odd scars on his face but the Force seemed to smooth the aging process remarkably. His outfit was more refined even if it didn't look it. He often wore gray robes with ballistic armor around his legs and arms. <br><br>Palaa was ready for an important day. Dressed warmly Terrik landed his now modified starfighter (for two; she was getting too big for his lap) on the blizzard of a planet, and they proceeded to hike into the crystal caverns. "Palaa, we are here so that you may create your own lightsaber. He handed her a bag with various lenses, casings, grips, and the like. "Go and do not return without one." he handed her a pack with months of food in it. "I will wait here." he sat and began to meditate.<br><br>Most Jedi would help instruct their students on how to bind a lightsaber with the Force and what crystals to use. Terrik would not taint his student's vision with his own opinions. It was for her to decide he would wait as long as was required or till he could no longer sense her. This was in essence her right to survive and continue under his teachings. Terrik didn't often show it but he was very proud of his student and could barely hide his affection for her at times.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divergences in the Force (Inkidu &amp; MuicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 08:03:42</strong>
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				She took his words to her mind, as always. Though her mind was eventually flooded with comments warning her of letting her emotions control her. After a point she did stop getting agitated by these and began to see them as real input. As him just trying to help. It was crazy, but slowly and steadily Terrik's teaching became less... preachy in her mind. She began to see him as a sort of mentor, perhaps a friend. They still hadn't had any real talks, nothing to substance other than her learnings. She was becoming curious about him, and oddly enough, starting to feel slightly insulted that he wasn't curious about her. <br><br>Rapidly she was growing, her skin lightening slightly from a combination of her increasing age and close to constant exposure to the sun. She was still&nbsp; a few years out of womanhood, but well on her way. She wasn't sure at what point she realized Terrik was aesthetically pleasing to her, but that was well out of the question for too many reasons to list. <br><br>Donning one of her warmest outfits, though she had not much to chose from, she had sat in silence most of the trip to the caves. Bringing a cloak with her, she tossed the bag of parts he gave her into it's center, then slung the makeshift bag over her shoulder. As very tempting as it was, she forced herself to stare into the cave as she entered, not looking back until she was certain she was out of sight of the mouth. <br><br>When she finished her task, if she finished her task, she knew what she would do. She would demand conversation with Terrik. For all their time together, she knew near nothing. That would be her first real request as a real force user. Until she had a saber she was merely a dabbler in the art. <br><br>Deep within the cave, she had to kill many creatures. Some, she wasn't even sure of their appearance do to the shadows. The North-Western corner held something large and hungry, so she never roamed in that area. By the end of her twenty sixth day in the caves, she knew her way around well. She also had all her pieces, having finally found a crystal that felt... right. It warmed her hand and her spirit, bringing with it a wave of the force. <br><br>Her saber had already been built for the most part, but it still took her two days to get the crystal in place and working in symmetry with the rest of the blade. She made sure the hilt had a balanced feel, and was free of any jutting pieces. Finally, it seemed perfect. <br><br>Releasing a soft hum, the yellow blade burst to life below her fingers, for only a moment. It was all she needed to know that she had been successful. Her trek to the mouth of the cave was rapid but calm. As she exited, she made sure she didn't shield her eyes, nor did she look ashamed or particularly excited, simply a confident nonchalance. <br><br>Her clothes were tattered and her feet slightly raw as she stood in straight sunlight for the first time in 28 days. She waited for Terrik to say something. Once he was impressed by her blade, as he would be, as he simply <em>had</em> to be, for her sanity, she would ask him of his life. She would, perhaps, change their dynamic. Palaa was still just young enough to be his apprentice, but no longer so young as to be looked down on, or thought a child. From here on she wanted to try a dynamic she'd never thought possible, on top of their apprentice/master roles. A friendship. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divergences in the Force (Inkidu &amp; MuicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 00:35:45</strong>
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				Terrik stood, he'd been more or less in meditation for the month only leaving to see to natural needs. He had felt his apprentice move throughout the entirety of the cave, a feat not possible for him unless he tapped into the various Force-absorbing crystals to track her progress. "Let me see it." he said without much ceremony before using a wave of his hand to collect the lightsaber. He held it in his hands and was glad to see it felt wrong to his touch. he looked over the casing and found it whole and proper. He handed it back to her, "Very well done." he said proudly. The blade was painstakingly tailored to what she needed it to do he could tell. <br><br>They walked back to the ship. "We're going to go to Korriban for the next part of your training, and then back to Coruscant. The latter would be dangerous for him but she was more or less his agent now. "You are now my Listener," he said giving the name some sort of personal reverence. It was his personal belief that one shouldn't use the Force merely listen to what it had to say. "I am your Speaker." again the same kind of emphasis. He was to teach her what he learned from many years of listening, "And I could not be more proud of you, Palaa." he finished uncharacteristically. <br><br>The lightsaber was only the beginning now her trials would begin. His first student in his attempt to change the very galaxy itself, and for the first time. Terrik thought he might actually succeed. He was quiet the whole way to the Sith burial planet of Koriiban. Here she would overcome Chaos and prove she could truly sense the balance the force required. "I sense you wish to ask me something, what is on your mind?" he said endearingly. The young Twi'lek had wormed her way into his heart despite her rather touchy me-against-the-galaxy moments. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divergences in the Force (Inkidu &amp; MuicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 07:35:02</strong>
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				Terrik had been pleased by the blade, as she knew he would be. She'd spent well enough time with him to realize a few things about how his mood tended to respond. When she did well he was pleased, and she knew very well that she did well on this task. Which was good, as it may well prove to be the most important task from her training, and she knew that. A faulty or deficient lightsaber could mean death. A perfectly functioning one could mean death as well, though it could mean the death of the one she was aiming for, hopefully. <br><br>Her mouth moved to say something, which she had thought about much in the cave, planned saying, even. It escaped her. And the moment passed. Filling with a sharp bitterness, she growled at herself and instead listened to his explanation of their next task. It seemed more interesting. From all he had taught her, she saw herself more likely to be aligned with the Sith, and even if it was just the burial planet for them, visiting Koriiban may help her with herself. <br><br>She had gone about turning her saber hilt over and over in her hands, observing it in the bright light of the ship, and at some points the nearby suns. She thought she had done rather well. He startled her when he broke the silence, but she did not react. She was slowly improving in subtle emotional repression of the like, but she never took conscious note of that fact. Perhaps he did. <br><br>She'd never had issue looking with or dealing with Terrik on an equal level. She much preferred it to that of a lesser role. Yet her eyes were drawn to the window when she spoke, away from him. She wasn't completely sure what that was a sign of. Perhaps just the sort of awkwardness she hoped to dispel. “I know almost nothing about you.” She shrugged at the window. The darkness of space shrugged back at her, providing a reflective surface if she looked at it a certain way. She could see both herself and Terrik in the background, and watched him.&nbsp; <br><br>“I mean, I know nothing about <em>you.</em> You know- you <em>saw</em>- about anything you had to know about my life but, hey, I didn't have much to tell, did I?” She shook her head, answering her own question. There were specific stories, sure, but they all boiled down to her being a child slave and nothing more. “I don't know what you want with me, or why you're not on the jedi if you preach a lot of the same stuff or-” A soft laugh escaped, trying to be calm, but a classic Palaa bitterness seeped through, enough that he would pick up. “or if you're an ex slave-trader trying to atone.”<br><br>Another odd silence filled the cabin, and she felt compelled to speak again. “It's just weird that you've mentioned nothing in five years.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divergences in the Force (Inkidu &amp; MuicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 20:21:57</strong>
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				Terrik laughed as she finished her little confession, "I don't recall you ever asking before." he said grinning. "I think you've led the more interesting, if unfortunate life..." he continued. "I suppose I was more focused on making sure your future would be one full of possibility and so my past didn't seem relevant. Anyway, I was taken much like you, if not for the same reason, when I was very young, before I could walk. I was sent to be trained as a Jedi. I was too young for the Mandalorian Wars, but I grew up in the time of the Jedi Civil War. I was taught by the Dogmatic and narrow views of the Jedi Masters." <br><br>He took a breath mulling over the next part. Eventually he spoke, "I became a knight and killed Sith, for a narrow-minded lazy council I didn't fully trust." he sighed, "Eventually I saw the Jedi and Sith as two ideologies both out of balance with the Force, I left and took you with me." He had made various personal omissions, but it was as close to the truth as he would dare go for now. "I lived a stunted life never really in touch with the Force." he ended.<br><br>Eventually the ship landed on the desert planet. A large pyramid loomed ominously above them. "The chaos is strong in their, Palaa." he warned, "If you're to truly understand the Force, you will have realize the error of giving into all of your wants for revenge, learn to control, not stifle your emotions. You're going to have to find your Balance." he put his hands affectionately on her shoulders, "I will wait for you to come back I promise." there was no way he could sense her in that dark-side aura if she perished. He would tie his fate to that of his student's. A tremendous showing of faith on his part. "I know you can succeed..." he said with a genuine smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divergences in the Force (Inkidu &amp; MuicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 07:00:46</strong>
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				She listened intently for the brief overview of his life, and grinned gently as it finished. It was still really likely he was hiding facts. What about friends, notable Masters, or (the thing she found interested her most) lovers? It was like his story was told without people, just events. He barely seemed a part of them himself. Knowing there was more to hear, perhaps, she laid back and waited for a arrival, satisfied to silence for now. She'd have time to ask more about him when she returned. And she knew she would return. How could she not? He had faith that she would. <br><br>Palaa grinned very gently at his hand on her shoulder. She nodded and took his hands off her shoulders gently, releasing one to fall back to his side, but gently holding the other. For a moment, she lingered, feeling her hand laced with his. Then with a sort of embarrassed quality, she rushed to release his hand and even clench her own a few times. "Right." She paused, looking back into the cave, then to him. "See you on the other side."&nbsp; <br><br>Turning away she shook her head gently at herself, and vanished into the mouth of the cave. Instantly she felt a wave of coldness sweep over her, and was enveloped in the force. Looking back over her shoulder, she could see Terrik still, with ease. But already the feeling that she was so used to, the aura of his presence in the force, was drifting away from her. Upon getting that feeling she faltered, stopping her walk for the briefest moment, and staring at him. Assuring herself that he was still there. Taking a deep breath, she shut her light brown eyes and gently grasped the hilt to her newly made lightsaber. Removing it from it's holster, she let it buzz to life gently, illuminating her path as she moved reluctantly into the darkness, already feeling the effects of the caves connection to the force weighing her down. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divergences in the Force (Inkidu &amp; MuicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 18:48:28</strong>
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				There was so much Terrik wanted to tell her. In honesty he should have told her everything. It just wasn't like him to speak of himself in such a way. He had been raised a Jedi and such stifling teachings took time to shed. Still he felt himself grow emotionally and more connected to the Force, and he felt something for Palaa as well. Much more than simple master's pride. More than his first successful student. He watched her go. Terrik didn't disagree with the Jedi completely of course, he was having her take on a trial. A test of her own character. "She'll come back stronger, and more attuned for it." he said to himself. The teacher sat on the desert ground cross-legged and meditated. Unable to feel the bright, willful, exuberant spark of his Listener. <br><br>This made him realize more of the connection with her, and his willingness to put everything on her passing a test he didn't even know anything about. She would most likely come back an adult. Then they would find the slave company that had captured her. Terrik desperately wanted to show her that the Force did balance all things in the end and those who wronged her would kneel before her judgment. The master did this all out of love for his student, and he was confused, never having had to deal with love on such a scale. <br><br>He had plans, but Palaa's justice would come first. The slaver company had stayed on the Republic's capital for as long as it had been in existence, and he would place it at her mercy. Knowing she would make the choice most in balance. Kill them all or leave them go. It was for her to decide not him. So Terrik waited for her return.&nbsp; 
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