Star Wars: Jedi Academy
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				Title: <strong>Star Wars: Jedi Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Divine Tenacity</strong> on <strong>11-01-2018, 17:49:25</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/disney/images/8/8b/Starwars-logo.png/revision/latest?cb=20141129122237&amp;format=original)<br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>JEDI ACADEMY</strong></span><br>EPISODE I: THE NEW BREED</span></div><br>Tagging System:<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=300]*insert image link here*[/img][/floatleft]<br>[B]Name:[/B] <br>[B]Location:[/B]<br>[B]Tagging:[/B] <br>[B]Content:[/B] <br></code></pre><br><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BjZXTld.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ashur'anamon | Ashura Namon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jedi Temple, Main Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attending ceremony<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Ashura was grateful for the brief description Kares Nyght gave her, but nothing could prepare her for the real thing. Stepping out from the small shuttlecraft, the Twi'lek felt like some podunk backwaters creature as her light lavender eyes took in the sight of the Jedi Temple. It was grand, majestic. It made Pudu's mansion look like a cottage in comparison. Everything in Coruscant made Rishi look like some backwater outpost. For the first time in a very long time, Ashur'anamon felt intimidated, and that was only by the front entrance. <br><br>"Oh Kares, you were right. This place is grand," The Twi'lek spoke under her breath, carefully shouldering the pack higher on her shoulder that carried her meager possessions. Nothing else to do but enter and hope for the best. Kares tried her best to prepare Ashura but everything else? The young Twi'lek was going to have to learn for herself. Resolved to remain firm with her decision, she entered the temple proper and was struck dumb once more.</span> <br><br><div align="center">(https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11124/111248087/5056621-4818220603-jedi_.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Not really a fan of architecture, Ashur'anamon fell in love with the clean lines of just the main hall, how open the floor plan was despite the many Masters, Younglings, and Padawans traipsed about. It was almost difficult to wade through the flow-- a matter of fact the poor Twi'lek did find herself swept away in the ocean, flailing about until there was a break in the wave of people, depositing her close to an entrance of an unknown hallway. Several pilots walked towards her in a small group laughing and chatting amongst themselves, some giving her a curiously bold glance as they passed. <br><br>Ashur'anamon sneered back, no warmth to the curl of her lips. Of course, all they would see was her incapable of being anything more than a plaything. It pricked at her temple, making her lekku pulse in frustration. Would anyone take offense if she walked up to the idiots and punched them in the face? Catching a glimpse of a familiar face, Ashura sighed and let go of the building anger, tucking back into her core of Self. Kares would most definitely object if Ashura was reading her face right as the human Jedi Knight approached her. She forced a polite smile on her face, pretending that she wasn't about to commit an act of violence right underneath the Temple's roof. <br><br>Kares Nyght (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/71/f5/5d/71f55d34c9b89a93093222e1566c0fd0.jpg) also ignored it, with the easy smile she held on her lips. "So you've come and already you look to start trouble."<br><br>"I wasn't going--" Ashura began in a small voice. Caught red-handed by her 'mentor'.<br><br>Kares shrugged and stuck her hands into the voluminous sleeves of her Jedi robes she wore. "Do try to remember our Creed, Youngling." Turning away from Ashur'anamon, she began to walk back into the ocean of people. The Twi'lek followed, lekku drooping chastened. "Where there is injury; pardon."<br><br>"Yes, Master Nyght." <br><br>The pair walked through the hallway in companionable silence. It seemed that the crowd parted for the women or make an opening for them as they ventured further into the Jedi Temple. Ashura used the quiet minutes to reflect on the line of Creed, understanding how giving injury without pardon was a waypoint towards the Dark Side. <br>&nbsp; <br>Soon enough the pair arrived in the Grand Hall, where it seemed most of the crowd from before had gathered. It was a massive room of importance, sporting more towering plinths as well. Towards the back of the grand hall, soft light pulsed in a jagged formation. Kares Nyght gestured to it after seeing the look on Ashura'namon's face. "That is the spire. The Temple was built on its foundations. It is a natural Force wellspring."<br><br>"It is...," Ashura had no words, luckily no words were needed as her 'mentor' smiled at her. <br><br>"I know. Pay attention now, Youngling. It is time." On a raised dais, several beings waited in perfect harmony with either hand in their luminous robes or lax at their sides. Of the seven who stood on the dais, only one was diminutive in size, yet he was the one the young Twi'lek focused on, feeling a great aura surrounding him. One by one, the hall fell silent until all eyes were fixated on the beings. <br><br>It was then the small green one spoke. "Thank you all today, for coming." Ashura'namon felt her lekku shiver at the first of the being's words, softly-spoken yet full of power. "Yoda, I am and I welcome you to the Academy, new ones."<br><br>"Focus of the Academy for a thousand years, have always one Creed: "Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force." Recited this Creed since the beginning, Padawans and Younglings have.&nbsp; Different, you are not." Yoda paused to cast his gaze around the Grand Hall as if looking into the windows of each and every soul below the dais. When his gaze swept over her, Ashura'namon felt another shiver crawl along her spine. Great power and yet... serene within its grasp. This being was truly one with the Force. <br><br>"No more do I have to say. Your actions over the coming months, will we watch" Yoda swept his hand backward, indicating the others who stood behind him. "Turn this speech over to Sasee Tiin, I do. Instruct you in what we expect, he will." The diminutive Jedi Master blended back into the council of beings, allowing an Iktotchian in Master robes to precede him. His voice was less melodious than Yoda's, yet commanded great respect. Ashur'anamon listened with half an ear as the Master broke down class and training schedules, informed them of hangar permissions, as well as rules when venturing into the city proper. All very standard stuff to be sure, Ashura admired the sense of freedom given to those in their first year, with the responsibility granted them as Initiates into the Order. <br><br>Soon enough the ceremony was drawing to a close, another Master on the dais standing now and reciting ritual words. It was time for those Younglings who have completed the trials to choose a Jedi to mentor them over the next stage of their learning as Padawan. As each name was called, one Youngling and one Jedi would step away from the crowd and off to another raised dais, where the now Padawan would receive the robes of their rank. It took an hour for all Padawan to be paired with their respected Jedi Master, who whispered words of encouragement or wisdom in their apprentice's ears. <br><br>The ceremony ended just as it began, with the rest of the crowd breaking away to go about their day. Ashur'anamon turned to Kares, who returned the look with a serene smile upon her lips. "So what is next?"<br><br>The smile deepened. "Eager to get started, aren't you Initiate?" Kares straightened the cuff of her robe as she watches the bulk of the crowd departing. Raising a hand, she pointed at a bi-pedal droid standing off to one side. "I expect you as well as some other Initiates are to be remanded to W4Tamer's care. The droid is to show you where you are to be housed during your stay at the Academy and then to the mess hall where you can eat before settling in." Clapping a hand on Ashura's shoulder, Kares moved past her, following the remnants of the crowd out. "Be sure to get plenty of rest tonight, Initiate. The work begins tomorrow, bright and early."<br><br>The Twi'lek began to panic as Kares left, taking two steps towards the woman before the Knight shook her head. "But Kares--"<br><br>"You will see me again soon, Ashura Namon. For now, it would be prudent you learn all there is to teach." With that, the Jedi left the Hall. Ashura sighed and shouldered her pack once more as she walked to the droid, who already waited with a small crowd of Initiates. When the rest gathered, the droid clapped its hands and set off at a measured pace, expecting to be followed. <br><br>Like herded sheep, they followed the droid to learn where they would be spending the next several years of their lives in the Temple.&nbsp;</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Jedi Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sumara</strong> on <strong>11-01-2018, 19:44:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4IDTyeg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sandaris'rad (San)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jedi Temple, Landing Platform/Main hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attending Ceremony<br><br>The green skinned twi'lek's brown jacket and lekku fluttered in the wake of the turbulence left behind by her uncle as he piloted away from the landing platform at which she stood.&nbsp; In that moment, San almost felt that she had come to the wrong place.&nbsp; She wanted to cry out to her uncle to come back, to take her back to the family.&nbsp; San had never cared for Jedi, they were just an entity that existed elsewhere, just stories they were, nothing more.&nbsp; And yet here she was, having been pushed by her family to abandon the one thing she was good at to... what the hell did these mythical creatures do anyway?&nbsp; Protect the galaxy or something?&nbsp; Where were they when one could easily walk down a street in the lower city and pass a number of muggings and beatings?&nbsp; <em>Guardians of the galaxy my ass...</em> she groaned in her mind as she slowly started walking along the platform and toward the temple.<br><br>As she started to reach the entrance, she stopped before looking up.&nbsp; She had obviously seen the spire from far away, as it was visible from practically half the planet due to how tall it was.&nbsp; Some called it majestic, others called it breathtaking, and though the twi'lek found it intimidating, she didn't think of any of those things.&nbsp; <em>If they can build something so huge... why can't they do more?&nbsp; Why are there so few of them?</em>&nbsp; She recalled a sudden bitterness as she thought of her father.&nbsp; He had been crippled in an accident last year, the once great pilot reduced to sitting behind a desk all day.&nbsp; Where were they then?&nbsp; If even one of the Jedi were there, they could've easily avoided the accident... they had some powers or something that let them do that, right?&nbsp; <br><br>San's hands distorted into tight, clenched fists, particularly as she entered the temple.&nbsp; The bitterness only grew more intense as she peered around.&nbsp; There were so many of them, it seemed... and this grand hall?&nbsp; It looked like a monarch's palace!&nbsp; So not only could any one of these wizards have been there at any point her family experienced trauma, but they also had the gall to live in such wealth?&nbsp; It made her clench her teeth, her dark brown eyes rumbling in their sockets from a sudden wash of hatred that came over her.&nbsp; <em>It's all their faults... I'm miserable because of THEM!</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Her hand trembled as it slid over the grip of her blaster.&nbsp; For a moment, a flash went through her mind as she pictured shooting into the crowd of jedi.&nbsp; And for a moment, she felt something was very off with her.&nbsp; Luckily, as another character pushed past it, it broke her out of her moment of... insanity was it?&nbsp; She wasn't sure exactly what it was but... it felt very off.&nbsp; "K-keep it together..." she whispered to herself.&nbsp; Already San had wasted enough time thinking, she thought she might be late for the ceremony!&nbsp; Not that it was a bad thing but... punctuality was a part of her as her family had drilled in.<br><br>Pushing into the crowd, she suddenly felt rather at home, as the lower cities were always like this.&nbsp; It was odd seeing so many robed strangers being little more than foot traffic, but... "Ah!"&nbsp; San slowed down and peered over her shoulder as she had felt a hand give her ass a firm grab from behind through her black, tight trousers but couldn't distinguish anyone in the crowd.&nbsp; She was more than used to that happened down in the streets but... here in the temple as well?&nbsp; Did they have no class either?<br><br>Eventually, she pushed her way through the crowd and ended up on the other side, spotting several younger looking individuals as they walked further in.&nbsp; Supposing they were here for the ceremony as well, she was quick to follow them.&nbsp; After a bit of time, she ended up alongside the others in the ceremony.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Jedi Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>11-01-2018, 20:22:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8c/9c/bb/8c9cbbe69f27a09342ec6967192feabb--jedi-cosplay-jedi-costume.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Galen Morenko <br><strong>Location:</strong> Jedi Archives<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> studying<br><br>Galen had no time for ceremonies. <br><br>He could sense them all through the force a wave of fresh younglings and older force users who were attending the ceremony. How many would join the Jedi ranks this year? How many thousands more would fill their bloated ranks? <br><br>Galen sometimes thought the sith had the right idea. Their order was mostly composed of two a master and a apprentice. Galen saw only a few times in history where that was ignored or the Sith Order reached the large ranks of the Jedi. Those incarnations of the Sith tended to die out much more easily then those that adopted the paired doctrine. Galen suspected it was the force's way of balancing itself out of letting each order have its day in the sun before snuffing them out in favor of the other. <br><br>And he had every thought that soon it would be the Jedi Orders turn. <br><br>"No interest in the ceremony Knight?"<br><br>Galen blinked taking in the librarian Jocasta and her curious eye. He inwardly cursed himself for letting the mask he wore for the masters slip. Jocasta was sharp as a wit and just as strong in the force as any other master. She was also the one responsible for maintaining and cataloging the Jedi Library and archives. She was not the kind of person you wanted to cross. <br><br>"No Master Jedi" Galen said giving a soft bow. He kept the smile on his lip and tried to look as humble as he could. His thirst for knowledge and hunger was unknown to even his own master. The hardest thing about playing the goody two shoes was when it came to keeping his own desires hidden. Lucky for Galen his history before becoming a Jedi trained him for such things. The smugglers and cut throats of nar shadar were no different then the Jedi. Galen told them what they wanted to hear no more no less. <br><br>"Instead I'd like to spend the time continuing my studies" Galen said gesturing at the library Jocasta was guarding "If that is alright with you Master?" <br><br>Jocasta studied him for several minutes before smiling and nodding her head. <br><br>"I suppose so" She said turning and gesturing with her hand "I am going down to watch the ceremony but you may use one of the terminals" <br><br>"Thank you so much" Galen said bowing his head in thanks and also to hide the pleasure in his eyes. He took a few seconds to compose himself and then brought his head back up and gave her a soft smile. He brushed past her and made his way over to a terminal that was in the middle of the studies room. He slid into it and without a seconds thought brought back up his current learning material and dived in. <br><br>...<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.theswedishbed.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Jedi_Girl_by_NitroComix.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adriana Nervana<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attending Ceremony<br><br>She stood on the platform one of the thousand of knights in attendance. She stood beside her master humbled by being a part of something so great and momentous. The ceremonies were no different than the ones she attended back at Naboo as part of the royal family however they were much much more important. Adriana gaze swept across the new comers to the temple studying each of them as best she could. <br><br>"Which of you will bring us glory?" She murmured to her self "Which of you will become the next great master? Which of you will betray us? Will any of you bring us ruin?" <br><br>"Adriana" Her master said grumbling softly to her as he kept his hands clasped behind his back "What have I told you about being pessimistic?" <br><br>"That it is not the Jedi way Master Vutu" Adriana said clasping her own hand behind her back and mimicking his posture "but I am not being pessimistic I am simply keeping an open mind" <br><br>He chuckled shaking his head at her at the same time Adriana smiled as well. If she could she would give the old man who was like a father to her a hug as well. They had been working together a long time and even though she was set to become a knight and operate on her own she would always value his council. Master Vutu was more than a teacher or a father figure to her, he was a shining example of what a Jedi Master should be.<br><br>A legacy she could only hope to live up to. <br><br>"Calm yourself sweet" Master Vutu said with a smile breaking out over his bearded face "You will do find in your trails!" <br><br>"If you say so" Adriana said looking down. It still marveled her that he could read her so easily! Yet she supposed that was always the gift of teachers. She took a deep breath composing herself as if she was back home at Naboo and attending some god forsaken event. When she brought her head back up she was composed and poised standing proud with her master as the ceremony began.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Jedi Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>11-01-2018, 21:39:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.postimg.org/64l17bhux/zabrak.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kelzan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Bored<br><br>The ceremony was a formality to Kelzan, nothing more. Oh, it was a grand occasion, one the masters were eager to put everyone through, but it was not exactly entertaining. He would much rather simply be in the garage trying to fix up the swoop bike Gerrel had managed to salvage for him a while ago. Well, "salvaged" would be a generous term, even for the low standards it held. The bike when it had come to Kelzan was more or less a reck, and nearly the entirety of it had to be replaced over the course of the last couple of years, which he could only do at a glacial pace due to the restrictions of living in the Temple.<br><br>And so it was that even as Master Yoda waffled on, and gave the room to another Jedi, who too proceeded to waffle, and throughout the lengthy process of those who had actually passed their trials to be picked by a master, that Kelzan was focused more on debating in his mind on how he was going to acquire a suitable repulsor array. The current winning idea was to see if any of the other mechanics were throwing any out and cannibalise the components to hopefully construct his own, though that was also the one that would require the most effort to achieve, rebuilding from spare parts was a laborious process at the end of the day.<br><br>Then he was roused by everyone else beginning to leave. "Finally." He muttered to himself and began to wander off in the direction of the garage again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Jedi Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>12-01-2018, 05:57:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/OmXwNpC.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2uxbDiJ.png)</div><br><br><br><br><br><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Kaiya and Arisa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><strong>Content:</strong> ceremony<br><hr><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Kaiya could sense the impatience in the room. The aura of anticipation surged through the assembled students, feeding off itself in a subtle feedback loop. Everyone there was excited in a way that made them almost irritated, and even though she could see it happening, Kaiya didn't quite have it in her to shield herself from it. Such things, she thought, would be unseemly in the present situation. As she stepped into the room proper to take her place towards the back of the assembled youth of the Jedi order, she pulled back the hood of the white cloak she wore. She was dignified and appeared calm, the years of Jedi training helping her keep the appearance of composed serenity even as the excitement of the room pulled her along with it.<br><br>Beside her, another of her fellow trainees stood at attention. She too wore the robes of the Jedi order, but Arisa's brown robes didn't stand out quite as much as Kaiya's off-white ensemble. What marked Arisa were her unusual features, the blue skin and glowing red eyes of the Chiss were extremely rare in this part of space. Unlike Kaiya, Arisa seemed less serene, coming off a bit more as reserved, watchful, observant. She turned her head subtly, sizing up each new arrival, watching the exuberance of the younger children here to move up in class or be assigned their various tutors.<br><br>"It's good to be back." Kaiya spoke first, clasping her hands behind her back and standing facing towards the front of the room, a little bit more like a soldier at ease than a Jedi.<br><br>Arisa nodded. "I did miss this place." The two of them had been in the Jedi order since their childhood, and had finished a period as Padawans in the field. The idea, at least as far as they understood, was that they were now returning to the temple to study and prepare for the trials and tests that would mark them as full-fledged Jedi. Personally, Arisa was in no rush. Neither of their masters had been able to make the ceremony. Masters Kirsch and Al-Iriti had been together since their own temple days, and tended to do everything together (even, to Arisa's chagrin, taking Padawans from the same class and cohort). Arisa hadn't exactly planned to spend her entire apprenticeship hip-to-hip with Kaiya, who outclassed her at almost everything, but one didn't always choose one's circumstances.<br><br>Kaiya, for her part, had never noticed Arisa's small jealousy, or at least had never acknowledged it. "Hush. We begin." Just as she spoke, Arisa turned back to look at the front of the room, where Yoda was beginning to speak. The both of them watched the ceremony with appropriate dispassion, Kaiya keenly aware of the conflicted and strong feelings around her. Such was to be expected in this place, especially now with so many new learners joining at advanced age. Arisa, for her part, was oblivious.<br><br>With the ceremony over, the two turned to head out of the hall, sticking together more out of habit than any particular desire for each others' company. Both of them had their minds solidly on the work ahead of them. Even after a lifetime of training, becoming a Jedi was no easy feat.
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				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>12-01-2018, 23:11:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/marvelcinematicuniverse/images/9/9d/Black_Panther_Textless_Character_Poster_03.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20171201051947)(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bd/6a/0f/bd6a0fa70e332d76bff951c68fdf39bd--halo-game-halo-cosplay.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Tyree Bronwell Ordo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jedi Temple - Main Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attending the ceremony &gt; Beginning the rest of his life</span>[/hr]<br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> In the morning, his golden eyes snapped open, and his lightsaber flew into his grasp, igniting into a pure silver blade and bathing the room in it's pale hue. His breathing was hard and sweat beaded his entire upper body. He looked around, taking a moment to focus himself. Then he realized, he was in his room in the small suit he and the Old Man had been given until the Ceremony.<br><br>&nbsp;Tyree sighed and thumbed the switch on his saber, causing it to deactivate before dropping it on the bed. "I miss Kallor." Surprising to him, he actually did miss the alien world he'd been marooned on. It had been home for so long that he had no choice but to hold some sentimental memories. Once he was done reminiscing, he got ready for the day, and for the Ceremony.<br><br>---Several Hours Later---<br>"Are you ready for this, Tyree? My son?" Even though Krell Ordo's (https://img00.deviantart.net/31c4/i/2014/337/0/5/commission__mandalorian_by_aiyeahhs-d88m8gy.jpg) voice was modified through his helmet's speaker, Ty could hear the pride in his voice. To know he felt such a way made the young man's heart swell. He would do right by the man who protected him and taught him how to protect himself for all these years. "I hunted a Rancor alone...I can handle this, Old Man." He knew Krell could sense the smirk hidden behind his helmet. As Yoda came to stand before them, Ty's head snapped to look at the small Jedi Master. Force power radiated from him like a geyser. It made Ty's pulse race. <em>"I want to fight him,"</em> he whispered to Master Krell. <br><br>"You'll lose." Krell's voice was matter of fact. He had no confidence that his adopted son could win against Yoda. That spoke volumes to Ty, but only made him want more. "I can take a loss against someone like him. The fight's what I want." In truth, it was a bad habit Ty had picked up. Living with one other person and constantly putting his life on the line had awakened something in him that liked to be stoked. He needed to challenge himself with worthy prey, or a worthy opponent. It was why he begged Krell to spar with him as often as he'd allow. He craved the challenge of bettering himself. "Master Yoda is not someone you can hope to challenge. Not for many years, young one." <br><br>"So I challenge him again and again until I beat him. Simple." Krell couldn't help but laughing at how straightforward his Padawan was. It was easy to guide him as he was a simple boy, and could easily be coaxed if needed. Also as long as you were firm, he didn't tend to disobey. "Fine. I see I'm not gonna make you think any different, kid. I'll talk to Master Yoda when I can. See if he can put in a few minutes to teach you why you shouldn't immediately try to Force Jump to the peak of a mountain." The two hushed up as Yoda began to speak, while Ty looked around, taking note of everyone in the room. Even their positioning. Out of respect for the Grandmaster, he and Krell (https://www.theamericanfashion.com/product_images/x/243/Idris-Elba-The-Dark-Tower-Roland-Deschain-Leather-Coat__50590_std.jpg) both removed their helmets; holding them at their sides.<br><br>&nbsp;He'd been back in civilization...<em>almost</em> a week now? Ty felt nervous surrounded by this many people; he had to keep his anxiety hidden from the Force, so no one Master or otherwise would realize. His instincts had been honed almost his entire life on a planet that was Jungle, Forest, Ocean, every climate. Creatures of every type. Challenges and struggles often. He wasn't used to...society and other intelligent life aside from Krell. It unnerved him, and any minute he expected someone to challenge him. And he would have to prove he was the best, like always. The moment came and went though; Master Yoda continued to speak. Ty kept listening. He could feel the people around him. Their presences in the Force all differing, but all as clear as day to him. <br><br>So many strong Jedi were here he had to focus so he wouldn't get drawn by their power. Finally, Yoda passed the torch and another Master spoke. Tyree listened to every single word though, his attention not wavering in the slightest as everything he'd be doing was explained to him. Krell had always said if you didn't pay <br>attention; you die. Plain and simple. So even with something so simple, Ty made sure he did nothing but that. When it came time for his true welcoming into the Order as a Padawan, he went to stand with Krell Ordo on one of the dias'. They had been chosen for each other many years ago; seeming as if the Force itself aided in the pairing. Once he received his robes, Ty simply slipped them on over his armor, like Krell; then he placed his helmet back on his head, listening to the familiar HISS of the vacuum seal locking into place.&nbsp; The two said a few words, then snapped their heads forward, causing a crack to echo around them from their helmets colliding. "I'll see you soon, Old Man." Turning, he followed the droid along with the other Padawans, curious as to see what his new life would be like.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Jedi Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>15-01-2018, 03:37:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2f/fe/57/2ffe57e1332ac43aca320ecd8e303429--chiss-star-wars-thrawn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zak<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jedi Temple, Landing Platform/Main hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attending Ceremony<br><br>Zaqhe'zil'nrista Nuruodo sat beside his personal droid EF-88, he called her Effie. The time had come to stop researching and testing to see how they would treat one of his kind. He had to act and ask for admission to their ranks. He'd spent months on Alderaan mostly in Aldera the capital city working as a private investigator. Like most things in his life he had a number of reasons for this outside of just making a living and surviving. Understanding the people of the Core Worlds was challenging for someone who only spent time in the Outer Rim and then only within the Chiss Ascendancy. Understanding their problems led to understanding the people having these problems. <br><br>Alderaan was a lovely planet. He thought he'd be immediately homesick but when he wasn't working he spent time building a cabin at the foot of Cloudshape Falls as a retreat. He needed a place that was isolated to think and plan where there was no surveillance. His cabin was functional, Effie made it a home. One of his customers was a droid programmer who thought his spouse was cheating on him, then part of some kind of intergalactic rebellion...then a spy. He didn't have much in the way of credits but Effie received a number of mods and updates. <br><br>Zaqhe'zil'nrista's time at his cabin had unforeseen consequences. He thought the majority of his time would be spent doing research, practicing with his blade and doing strategic battle simulations on his portable computer. The second time he went to his hidden sanctuary her found &nbsp;a wolf cat (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/1a/0f/e5/1a0fe5755259926de83b30d6095e0775.jpg) sleeping on his bed. It had gotten into his stores and was making quite a comfortable existence for itself. Seeing it was also injured he decided to nurse it back to health. It was one of the first time he felt empathy for a being that wasn't his family. He spent most of his time learning to hunt with Csson'vat, as he'd named the animal. It was surprisingly difficult to leave his cabin and his friend behind. He was pretty sure that the Jedi would not accept both Effie and a pet. They lived a spartan existence.<br><br>"Zaqhe'zil'nrista we have arrived." Effie informs him bringing him out of his reverie. "Zak, most people can only say Zak. You should call me that as well." he lets his droid know. Getting to the Jedi Temple wasn't difficult, he was a more than adequate investigator. Arriving during a ceremony where they were accepting new recruits felt right. The Jedi had an elegant aesthetic for their temple. Their leader, Yoda was speaking. He had an interesting cadence to his speech. It forced you to listen and reassemble the words in your mind. Always teaching this one is. <br><br>He was put in a group with other initiates...padawans. Some of the others were bored, one even challenged the leader. Interesting move, letting him know you are out for him on your first day. For now, Zak chooses to learn and walk with the droid assigned to bringing them to their quarters. The droid tells Zak that arrangements to get him assigned to a master in the morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Jedi Academy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>15-01-2018, 04:36:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/95/e5/11/95e5115b95d95835473001ce6ddaf96e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tarl Montross<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jedi Temple, Landing Platform/Main hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Attending Ceremony<br><br>It was a new sensation feeling others who were Force Sensitive, so many others even from here the landing platform his sightless gaze. He wore the heavy armour of his people Clan Montross and many gave him a wide berth. It take too long to explain to everyone that if a Mandalorian warrior meant to do them harm, moving aside would not be very helpful. It would take a long time to understand this environment. His home was orderly, regimented. Everyone had a purpose and knew that they had to do from hour to hour. Watching this teaming amount of life go left then right, stop then back the way they came was exhausting. How did they accomplish anything? <br><br>He lets his feelings guide him to the temple. Of course the direct route from where he landed goes through some rough neighborhoods. Some children come begging for food and credits. He senses the four others trying to surround him in the darkness. "You should leave." he says to the young girl who then tries to kick him in the balls. <em>Of course.</em> He doesn't even try to fight the children as they hurt themselves on his armour. They reach for his tool pouch, his medpack, his credit chip and get swept aside in a simple spinning maneuver that sends them tumbling. He wasn't trying to hurt them...yet. It's when one of the four come and touch his axe that is still mounted on his jet pack that everything becomes more serious. <br><br>None of them see the shift into fighting stance as he avoids their clumsy blaster shots. Tarl isn't angry, they weren't a threat. The crescent blades that fire from his left gauntlet injure his shooters. Taking the Mythosaur axe and snapping out its blades takes but an instant. This weapon can parry lightsabers and has been in his family for generations. "You touched my weapon. It's well within my code of honour to end your life thief." he'd swung the weapon around as the others in this crew scattered leaving him alone with an axe blade to his throat. "But living with others that leave you behind is a fate worse than death. I leave you to it." <br><br>He navigates through the bewildering city planet until getting to the Jedi Temple. Part of him is disappointed, this was no fortress--it was more of a library. At least his Force Sight allowed him to take in that the place was well ordered and planned out. No wasted spaces, he liked that. No guards challenge him at one of the many entrances. <em>Were they so arrogant that they didn't believe spies or enemies wouldn't come to their home?</em><br><br>Tarl finds the Main Hall just before the little green guy starts to speak. This Yoda had a lot of power and spoke strangely. He liked him. He was a fierce old buzzard. Some droid was gathering new recruits. Padawans. "I'm not being put in with the farmers am I. I plan on being a Jedi Knight soon and the Warmaster eventually." he tells the droid. "Yes, this is the lineup for the potential Jedi Knights. The Agricorp farmers are in another part of the building. Now follow me."&nbsp; Tarl opens the mask of his helmet. If they were going to remove him for being blind it was better to find out now. <br><br>He follows the droid when he isn't told to leave.
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