Knights of the New Republic (Kitikat and Unnatural Selection)
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				Title: <strong>Knights of the New Republic (Kitikat and Unnatural Selection)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>02-11-2007, 18:48:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...<br><br><br><br>It is a time of change.&nbsp; With the fall of the GALACTIC EMPIRE, control of the Core Worlds passes to the fledgling NEW REPUBLIC, still engaged in fierce battle with the mighty fleets of the Imperial Navy.<br><br>Lead by the brilliant strategist GENERAL KANG, the Navy is forcing the battleships of the Republic to fight for every world they would free from the grip of the old regime.<br><br>In the battle for control of the Core, the OUTER RIM planets are left at the mercy of pirates and warlords, their pleas for aid going unanswered, brewing resentment against both the Republic and the Empire.<br><br>Meanwhile, JEDI MASTER LUKE SKYWALKER is beginning to rebuild the Jedi Order.&nbsp; Without the guardians of peace and justice serving the Republic, the fragile democracy may not survive.&nbsp; So the Jedi Master turns to unlikely sources of aid...</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Knights of the New Republic (Kitikat and Unnatural Selection)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>02-11-2007, 18:50:39</strong>
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				Blue and gray against the black void, <em>Home One</em> cruised the atmosphere of Coruscant like a sleek and elegant whale, swimming in a sear of stars.&nbsp; From the large observation port, Jitara watched the lights of the massive continent-spanning city glow with a warm shine against the dark oceans of the world.&nbsp; She marveled at the box-car sized window, so incongruous aboard a warship, before she remembered that the vessel had been born as a deep-space exploration vessel, before the Rebellion.<br><br>It was by far a better view than she'd had the last time she'd been on board, the Twi'lek thought.&nbsp; There, she had enjoyed a room all to herself, three plasteel walls and a forth made of the shimmering force field common to all suites in the detention cell.&nbsp; Captured in a skirmish battle after Republic soldiers had landed to both quell the rioters that had seized control of the capital following the Emperor's death and to prevent Imperial loyalists from doing damage to the computer systems they would need to make the government transition as smooth as possible.&nbsp; She'd assumed command of three squads of Stormtroopers, and had barricaded themselves in the Tax Offices in the Imperial Palace.&nbsp; She had held off the rebels for ten hours, making them pay for every square foot they'd taken from her.&nbsp; In the end, every man that fought with her had died; a disastrous end to her first command, and the only reason she'd survived was because of the light saber she wielded to such deadly effect against the rebel soldiers.<br><br>"A Sith!" they'd yelled.&nbsp; "Capture her!"&nbsp; &nbsp; And they had, thought it had not been easy.&nbsp; How foolish they'd been, Jitara had thought at the time.&nbsp; To mistake a creature like her for one of the glorious Sith!&nbsp; She was only a non-human vermin, blessed/cursed with a connection to the Force that had made her just slightly more useful than the rest of her decadent species.&nbsp; She'd trained beneath the Emperor's Hands to serve, and to die in that service, but never once forgetting that she was, in the end, alien.<br><br>Her capture, and months of imprisonment aboard <em>Home One</em>, her only companionship the droids that had brought her meals, had been maddening, where she stewed and fumed and raged at being denied a death she owed the Empire.&nbsp; But that had all ended when. . .when Master Skywalker had come.<br><br>She remembered that meeting with the fuzzy imprecision of a dream filled with portents and symbols that eluded her, even now.&nbsp; She'd expected to be executed, expected to have the meager secrets she knew ripped from her mind by the infinitely more powerful Jedi.&nbsp; But instead...<br><br>Instead...she's been released, been given her lightsaber back, and sworn an oath to the Republic to serve...<br><br>As a Jedi.<br><br>Master Skywalker had seen what she had been, what the cruel Masters of Palpatine's black school had made her into, and had undone their indoctrination with nothing more than his kindness, his soft voice, and, above all, his presence in the Force, which was like a weight in space itself, affecting the flow of everything around it, changing the course of stars and bringing light into the darkest places in her mind.&nbsp; She'd wept as he placed the robes of a Jedi Knight over her shoulders.&nbsp; She'd emerged from her cell as if from an unlit cave, blinded at first by the light, but then rejoicing in it.<br><br>And now Master Skywalker would show his trust in her yet again, and give her a most important mission.&nbsp; More than that even, he would give her...no...assign an apprentice to study with her.&nbsp; A young woman who, Jitara felt, was approaching the observation lounge even now.<br><br>The Twi'lek took a step back, falling into a soft pool of light so that she could study herself in the reflective shine of the viewport.<br><br>Her robes were the plain, unassuming garb of Jedi that had served the Old Republic.&nbsp; The dark brown robe, large around her slender body, the overtunic of linen, the undertunic of white.&nbsp; Around her waist, she wore a metallic belt with many pouches, and a clip for her lightsaber.&nbsp; Her breeches were tucked into the high, stiff boots serviceable for field missions.&nbsp; She looked. . .<br><br>She looked horrible, she thought.&nbsp; Her attire was suitable, but she could not hide her. . .alieness.&nbsp; Her skin was a vibrant shade of blue, like water in clear, tropical bays.&nbsp; Her <em>lekku</em> were long and sinuously graceful, hanging to the small of her back and twined with sinuous stripes of black to her temples.&nbsp; Her conical ears were covered by a simple silver headpiece, forward of the crown of her head with an emblem of stylized loops and swirls.&nbsp; Her eyes were lightly yellow, like tawny honey wine.<br><br>One and three-quarters meters tall, she was as graceful and lithe as the dancers her people were reputed to be, and her body, beneath the unflattering Jedi robes, was as tautly muscled as any dancing slave.&nbsp; Since her freedom, a few people perversely had told her that she was beautiful, but she had never believed that.&nbsp; She was an alien, insulting to humanity all the more for her vague resemblance to it, and that was that.<br><br>Using a calming technique of the Force, Jitara banished such negative thoughts and turned towards the room's doors, eager to meet her apprentice, hoping that she would not be insulted by her grotesque features.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Knights of the New Republic (Kitikat and Unnatural Selection)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>12-11-2007, 16:04:16</strong>
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				Edala was lost in thought as she walked along the corridor, staring into space as she approached the door. No, lost in thought wasn't quite right... lost in the Force was more appropriate. She could feel the ship around her, almost taste the future in that hypersensitivity that a newly-trained adept tended to feel. Some of it was no-doubt imagined, but she was revelling in the rush of the awareness.<br><br>The appearance of Jitara was an abrupt, almost shocking drop back into reality. <em>This is a Jedi</em> her inner voice said sternly. <em>A real one. Not some grimy station-rat girl from some backwater planet orbit. Don't waste her time.</em><br>A second voice took very pointed notice of the Twi'lek's graceful movement, smooth, exotic skin and, as best she could judge under the robes, very attractive form... but she firmly squashed the voice away, slightly shocked that she would be making such observations of her teacher.<br><br>Her own form was nothing to be disregarded. Her natural curves, kept toned by years of clambering about in the depths of a working station, had attracted more than a few admirers in her teen years, and her long hair and smooth skin were noticable even when unadorned and formally tied back into appropriateness.<br><br>Still, the fact that the Jedi was an alien was completely immaterial to her. She'd seen all sorts migrate through the station in her youth, treated entirely equally.<br><br>Inclining her head formally, she waited to be noticed, the sudden desire to be formal internally startling to her.
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>21-11-2007, 19:06:25</strong>
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				"Edala," said the Jedi, giving a half-bow in greeting.&nbsp; The Twi'lek held out one blue hand in invitation, asking the girl to join her by the observation window.&nbsp; Not that proximity to the plasteel barrier could magnify the already spectacular view of the Alliance ships gracefully orbiting around the cruiser.&nbsp; Jitara faced the window, and reached out almost above her head, to tap the twinkling light of a distant star.<br><br>"That is where we are destined, my new apprentice.&nbsp; Yish Gamma, just a few light years away from the Outer Rim.&nbsp; According to credible intelligence, there was once an elite Imperial operations facility there.&nbsp; Master Skywalker wants us to investigate and learn if there are any archives from the days of the Old Republic there.&nbsp; Specifically, anything relating to the Jedi Order.&nbsp; It will also be a chance for us to get to know each other better, and for me to begin instructing you to be one of the first Jedi of the new order."&nbsp; She'd worked on the speech for some time, practiced saying it, and didn't feel that she had stuttered too horribly.<br><br>She took a breath, smoothed out her winkle-free robes, and spoke again, hesitant.&nbsp; "I...I ah...I was not actually told...about you.&nbsp; I suppose I presumed that you would want to accompany me.&nbsp; But if you don't...that is, if you don't want me to be your teacher...I'll understand."
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				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>22-11-2007, 13:12:26</strong>
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				Edala kept her hands clasped behind her back in the best form of the students she'd seen around the academy... a habit the newcomers had picked up from the few original Jedi Luke had found, and a few old recordings of academy life. She looked at the star with interest, nodding at the Jedi's first words, then blinking in startlement at her final sentences. The first bit had all the weighty confidence of a Jedi master behind it, which made the second even more surprising.<br><br>Her mouth worked for a moment as she hunted for some kind of appropriate response, before instincts honed amongst the station's underclass stepped in and took over her tongue.<br>"Um... why would I not wish to be your student... um... Master?" She was still a little uncertain of the correct mode of address... she'd never heard of anyone refer to a Jedi Mistress, but the usual term had an undeniable gender bias. She flushed, sure she was making a fool of herself.
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>22-11-2007, 23:58:50</strong>
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				"It is kind of you to say," Jitara said.&nbsp; "But I am certain you must find me dissapointing.&nbsp; Hardly what one thinks of when one imagines the Jedi of old, someone as alien as I am."&nbsp; She spoke casually of her self-depreciation, with a tone almost bittersweet in its sincerity.<br><br>"You are strong in the Force, stronger than I am, I think.&nbsp; You deserve someone that...that knows what she is doing."&nbsp; Turning away from the window, she crossed her arms over her chest, drawing the simple, undyed fabrics against a frame that, Edala could now see, was lean and wiry but amply proportioned despite it.&nbsp; She could feel the Jedi, touching her in the Force, brushing spiderweb fine against her mind with a curious probe.
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				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>23-11-2007, 08:11:12</strong>
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				Edala kept her face as impassive as she could, although her inner confusion was certainly one of a confused frown. The little corner that was taking firm note of Jitara's shapliness wasn't helping either, and she did her best to squash it... although life on the station hadn't had much space for lustful or romantic encounters, leaving her a little inexperienced with dealing with this particular qualm.<br><br>Suddenly, light dawned. <em>Of course, she's trying to see how I interact with different species. She needs to know that I can support her if a diplomatic situation arises. Jedi are so clever and subtle! I hope I can learn to be as sophisticated.</em><br>Relaxing slightly, she carefully considered a suitable answer.<br><br>"Everyone is an alien somewhere, Master. I'm sure I would be... just as concerned in the caves of Twi'lek." She was quite pleased with herself at the remembrance of the Twi'lek home world. She'd always been intrigued by the occasional story of it she'd gotten from the bar dancers on the station. As well as the grace of the dancers, the sensual smoothness that Jitara showed as well... again she had to firmly bury the thoughts, exasperated at her mental weakness.<br><br>"Your experiences are spoken of amongst the students, Master. I think there are few here that know what they are doing any more than yourself."
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>24-11-2007, 17:57:14</strong>
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				If she had learned nothing else from the Empire, Jitara had learned to do the job she was told to do, no matter how she felt about it.&nbsp; If Master Skywalker, if Edara herself wanted her to instruct the younger woman in the ways of the Jedi, such as she knew them...then that is what she would do.<br><br>Smiling and giving one of her leku, her head tails, a nervous tug, she turned back to the window, taking a step backwards so that she was at her apprentice's side.&nbsp; "There is a ship being prepared for us in the docking bay.&nbsp; It is a long trip; we are best served by a quick departure.&nbsp; But we have time for a meal, I think, and I would enjoy the chance to learn more about you."&nbsp; Then, almost a bit too quickly, she added a hasty, "So that I may better understand how to instruct you, and learn what you already know, that is."
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				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>26-11-2007, 09:41:46</strong>
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				"I... would be honoured."<br>Edala blinked in slight confusion, the abrupt shift in the Jedi's apparent mindset catching her off-balance. Frowning to herself, she followed Jitara in the direction of the canteen, her mind racing as she tried to understand what she was supposed to do next.<br><br>Shutting her eyes briefly, she ran through a quick mental calming exercise taught to her by one of the older Jedi found by the new Academy's search parties. Serenity returned to her, with a slight edge of jumpiness from the potentially momentous change to her life.<br><br>Still, it was time to get back to business.<br>"Erm... what do you think we will find at the facility?" she ventured as they passed the occasional serious-looking rebel soldier, or the even more rare Jedi or student in ill-fitting robes. Supplies were low at this late stage of the war, although more were becoming available as ground was gained from the Empire.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>27-11-2007, 17:19:22</strong>
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				She appeared oblivious to the attention paid them by the enlisted men in the uniform of the Rebellion ... no, the Alliance, which all signs indicated would soon form the New Republic.&nbsp; Even among the cosmopolitan travelers in space, they tended to stand out, and not the least of which was due to the robes of the Jedi Order, which had not been seen in common wear in a generation.<br><br>"In truth?&nbsp; I cannot believe that the Emperor left many stones unturned in the Purge.&nbsp; It is doubtful we will find anything.&nbsp; But I have been wrong before."<br><br>The lift deposited them in deep in the bowels of the ship, and Jitara made her way to the cantine with familiar confidence.&nbsp; It was full; the ship was changing duty shifts, but there was a place available for the two women.&nbsp; The Jedi took a tray, filled it without looking.&nbsp; "But you're changing the subject.&nbsp; I want to know about you, Edala.&nbsp; Not the mission.&nbsp; They tell me that you're a spacer." 
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				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>28-11-2007, 06:59:33</strong>
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				Edala smiled a half smile.<br>"That's a nice way of putting it. A station rat would be closer to accuracy. Moved around a bit from station to station with my parents... they both worked on the shipyards... then when they died in the war I kinda kept drifting myself, you know. Habit I guess."<br>She took her own filled tray and followed the Jedi to a seat.<br>"There's not much more to tell. A Jedi Knight on his way out to search for more found me... or rather his apprentice did. They bundled me back here quick like and then dumped me on you after a bit of training, I guess."<br>She smiled shyly, then ducked her head to her food.
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>28-11-2007, 19:01:43</strong>
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				"'Bundled' you up here.&nbsp; 'Dumped' you on me.&nbsp; It sounds to me like they didn't give you much choice in the matter."&nbsp; The Twi'lek frowned, tapping her fork on the side of her plate.&nbsp; "Edala, do you <em>want</em> to train with me?"
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				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>29-11-2007, 07:42:47</strong>
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				Eyes wide, Edala stammered in response.<br>"Oh, I didn't mean... I mean... yes, I do, more than anything. It's just... you know what the academy is like. Especially these days. If you have some ability, they will beg, bribe, blackmail and steal to get you to join up, for the basic training at least."<br>She smiled, suddenly shy again.<br>"By dumped, well... I just thought you wouldn't want a clueless student following you around while you are on these missions. I mean, you know, getting in the way."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>01-12-2007, 20:58:08</strong>
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				"These missions," Jitara said.&nbsp; "Are as much about training you as they are about...whatever it is we are supposed to find out there.&nbsp; I don't presume to know what Master Skywalker or the leaders of the Rebellion...excuse me, the Alliance are going to do, but I suspect that the new Jedi Order will be important.&nbsp; Once upon a time, the Jedi searched for their students when they - the students - were only children, took them from their families so that they never knew any other life.&nbsp; I don't think that's what's going to happen this time around.&nbsp; He...we...want people to join with us because it's what they want, not because they were brainwashed into thinking that way."<br><br>The Twi'lek stopped and stared off into space, a wistful look in her eyes.&nbsp; The subject of children separated from their parents was one that troubled her to think of, much less to speak of, and the younger woman thought she detected echoes of an old sadness in the Force, emanating from Jitara.
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				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>03-12-2007, 08:15:32</strong>
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				Edala couldn't help herself... she reached out and took Jitara's hand without thinking, wanting the contact to just offer some sympathy and support for whatever it was she could feel.<br>"Well, I'm glad it has worked out this way. I'm glad to be learning from you, Jitara Jedi."<br>She smiled at the Twi'lek, the expression carrying a surprising amount of warmth and affection. Finally the sudden intimacy got to her and she let go, dropping her eyes, blushing slightly as she worried she'd gone a bit far.
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>05-12-2007, 21:02:43</strong>
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				Jitara lifted her eyes, blinking rapidly in surprise when Edala reached out to her.&nbsp; She did not resist when the girl pulled back her hand, but lifted a hand to her mouth, dabbing at her lips with a napkin, lest the smile she wore be construed as mocking.&nbsp; "I look forward to teaching you whatever it is I can.&nbsp; Shall we go visit our ship?"
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				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 07:54:20</strong>
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				Edala nodded.<br>"No doubt it will be some ancient clatterer with a drunk captain and a ramshackle crew," she grinned, rapidly stacking the plates and sliding them to the side for the cleaning robots. Standing, she stepped aside and waited for Jitara to lead the way.
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				Post by: <strong>Unnatural Selection</strong> on <strong>18-12-2007, 17:03:27</strong>
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				"Well," smiled the older woman without further comment.&nbsp; Wiping her lips carefully with a damp corner of a napkin, she stood up, arching her back and stretching.&nbsp; Just for a moment, her robes were drawn up tightly against a sensuously firm, shapely body, curves nicely emphasized by her compact musculature.&nbsp; She straightened herself; the effect was lost, and strode from the cantine, drawing her head tails over one shoulder and idly stroking their ends.<br><br>The lift deposited them deep in the belly of the cruiser, where Jitara strode towards the correct docking bay.&nbsp; Aside from cargo secured by magnetic plates and webbing, there was a single ship berthed before the immense force shield that displayed the twinkling orb of the planet below.&nbsp; A modified Imperial shuttle shorn of its topmost fin; it resembled nothing so much as a box with an engine; ungraceful and uninspiring, but quite functional and with a minimum of carbon scoring.&nbsp; "She's got a designation, but I thought we might name her ourselves.&nbsp; <em>Traveler</em>, perhaps?"
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