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Old January 3rd, 2016 (5:23 AM). Edited January 9th, 2016 by adventure.
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Act I: Awakening
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It was early morning in the Enclave. The sun was just rising on the horizon. The Jedi Masters were up, many of them meditating or training already, while most of the less ambitious Apprentices were still asleep. It was Mikara's and Craw's turn to prepare breakfast for the others. While the Masters at the Dantooine Enclave did not adhere to the official practice of taking on Padawans, they still did their best to teach the Apprentices as much as possible about the world and about how to serve others. Making breakfast just happened to be a convenient part of this.

Yesterday, a minor earthquake had affected the Enclave and surrounding farmsteads. Nothing had broken, but the source of it was unclear. The Masters told the Apprentices not to worry, however. The expedition that should have been made yesterday was rescheduled for today.

As an Apprentice, you are likely still asleep, or you are Mikara or Craw and are expected to go to the cantina and prepare breakfast for the others, or you might be doing something completely different depending on how much of an early bird your character would be. I suggest ending up in the cantina together with the others as soon as you can, though!

Think of the Enclave as a beautiful temple, but build partly from stone and partly from metal, as the part of it being over ground level is relatively modern. Residing Apprentices, Masters or other people who lived at the Enclave, have dorms with their own sleeping chambers in one end of the Enclave.




Getting shot in battle was one thing. Getting knocked to oblivion by a falling rock in a Crystal Cavern was vastly different and not something anybody was especially keen on doing. Yesterday's expedition to ambush the Jedi coming out from the caves and steal their valuable Crystals had failed; the Jedi had never even gone in in the first place. Supposedly, the earthquake had worried them as well, too much to risk going into the caves now. And being a raider and considered criminal did not equal taking stupid risks - going into the caverns with guns and no force sensitive Jedi by your side usually meant certain death at the hands of the lurking monsters in there.

However, those Crystals were too valuable to miss out on. A new plan was needed, either waiting patiently and hope that the Jedis would come back to the same caves and then execute a well prepared ambush, or infiltrating the Enclave to find out when and where the next expedition would take place. Infiltrating shouldn't be so hard, actually. The trusting and peace loving Jedis basically let anybody into the Enclave's grounds and spaceship harbor, as long as they were not carrying weapons visibly and weren't a famous criminal face...

As a raider, you currently likely reside in a camp somewhere on the Dantooine countryside, relatively close to the Enclave. You are starting your day (with your group) and need to figure out how to proceed. If you think it's likely that you are not part of the group that plans to ambush the Jedis, you will have to figure out a plan of your own for how to interact with the others!



Meanwhile, a vicious Bounty Hunter named Yara had landed in the Enclave's spaceship harbor. He had heard there was an awful lot of criminals running around, some wanted by the Jedis and others by the Dantooine local families. In either case, it would be perfect for going on a hunting spree...

Do your thing, body hunter.


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Old January 3rd, 2016 (12:57 PM). Edited January 3rd, 2016 by Oddball_.
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Tying up loose ends

Krall grunted as he pushed a boulder out from infront of him. "Didn't I say we should get a seismic monitor before heading down here? I told you!" He fumed as he stared at the other people in the caves. "Look at this T-unit! Ruined!" Krall whined. "Sir... we should get out of here before another aftershock..." A man mumbled from across the room.

Pew Pew!

The man crumpled to the ground with two sizzling holes burned through his chest. "Don't interrupt me." Krall replied while re-holstering his blaster. "Now where was I?" Krall mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "The T-Unit sir." A man mumbled helpfully.

Pew Pew!

"Right, just look at this T-Unit! Couldn't get the poor thing moving even if we did superceed the fragment links. We'd still have to hardwire the binary power core and reverse the polarity of the neutron flow and even then we would still have to replace the software, the software!
"Sir we can get a new droid up top, but we really need to go." A balding man with a scar across his eye said. Surrounding him were several corpses with blaster holes through them. "You're right, you're right. Lets get out of here." Krall sighed as he began to climb through the rubble. The balding man let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat of his brow.

It took hours for the two of them to move enough rubble to get through the cave. The quakes and aftershocks had sealed up several entrances, but luckily they had packed enough food and water to last weeks, just incase they had gotten trapped. The sun was high in the sky when Krall collapsed onto the dry grass of the surface.

"Well. Time for plan B I guess." He muttered while climbing to his feet. "Uh-sir. We're going to need more men if you want to try again." The balding man replied with a sigh. "Good point. Know where we could pick up a crew?" Krall asked, whiping rock dust and crystal chunks off of his clothes. "Theres a camp of scum down the ways just a little. Shall we get going?" The balding man said whilst scratching his cheek. "Yes just I moment theres something I need to do..." Krall said while turning around. "Of course sir, take your..."

Pew Pew!

The balding man crumpled to the ground and a small grin stole itself onto the face of Krall Adri as he holstered the blaster he held. "No loose ends my friends. No loose ends." Krall muttered as he turned and walked out into the grassy plains of Dantooine.
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Old January 3rd, 2016 (8:45 PM).
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Jedi are supposed to be refined, noble, and graceful. Taka is none of those things right now, sprawled across his bed and snoring loudly. His floor is littered with scrap, and he holds a screwdriver close to his chest like a teddy bear. Thanks to the sheet metal he bolted to the window frame, his room is as dark as a cave, and with the air conditioning rerouted, it pumps in hot, dry air. Just like home, but without the sand everywhere.

K8-TY sits on Taka's desk, powering up with a soft hum. She floats over to the sleeping Jawa, queuing up alarm sound number 6. After a burst of static, the relentlessly cheerful song kicks in.

"Wake up, it's a new day
Better make way for a smile!"

Taka jolts awake, rolling out of bed with a shout. "Ny shootogawa!" He lands in a heap on the floor, looking around in a panic. Even dark as it is, he can still see, although everything is in grayscale. Katy cuts the music, hovering beside the bed. "Good morning, Master! How are you functioning today?"

Taka picks himself up and dusts off his robe (force of habit, considering how clean his room is). "Taka is fine, Katy. He wonders why Katy wakes him up after he stayed up all night working." Stifling a yawn, Taka runs his fingers through his head fur, smoothing it out before putting on his mask and putting up his hood.

"Because the expedition to the Crystal Caves was rescheduled to today! You didn't want to be late, so I made sure you got up with the sun!" Katy bobs in midair, proud of herself for taking the initiative. Taka slaps his forehead, fully awake now. "Of course! Katy is so smart, remembering the things Taka forgets! Taka must clean up his mess, and then we will get food!"

Taka holds his arms out, letting the Force flow through him. He tries to pick up all the scrap electronics and scrap metal scattered across his floor, only succeeding in making it all wobble. He lets out his breath, then effortlessly moves his screwdriver from the floor to the table. He picks up the rest by hand.

"You're getting better, Master! You didn't even strain yourself this time!" Katy rotates in place to watch Taka, unable to help as she lacks arms. "Yes, Taka feels his connection to the Force growing every day! Play some traveling music, please. We go to the cantina!"
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Old January 3rd, 2016 (11:59 PM). Edited January 4th, 2016 by Sephear.
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Kal'Nau: Early Riser


Yet another Bol lay dead and disemboweled in one of Dantooine's many plains, being feasted upon by several carnivorous Huurton. The vicious canid creatures tore at every ounce of spare flesh they could get, staining parts of their own yellow-green pelts a dull red. They were so involved in their meal that they failed to keep sniffing the air, and heard nothing but their own snorts and snarls when the tall grass behind them rustled. Without further ado a purple blaster bolt flew from the grass directly into one of the creatures' heads and it sank to the ground next to the corpse of its prey as the rest of the group leapt away in surprise.

A cloaked figure shot out of the tall grass and over the huurtons' heads before making an audible thud when his armored boots hit the ground. The light glinted off of his helmet's mirrored golden visor and he raised his oversized blaster carbine and fired into another of the huurtons and holstered it to draw his beskar knife. The hunter didn't have time to do anything else before the remaining three huurton tackled him to the floor, snapping ineffectively against his armor. One finally managed to get a good enough balance on his chest to snap at his throat, but before it's fangs could meet in his unarmored neck a gauntleted hand swatted the predator away. As soon as the huurton was off of him he grabbed it and rolled over on top of hit before finishing it off with a well-placed stab to one of its most vital points. The hunter thrust his palm forward and the other two huurton flew a short distance away to land, stunned, in the grass while he stood up.

Kal'Nau's expression was unreadable behind his helmet, but it was clear he had no intention of finishing off the other two huurton when he simply watched them flee. He was out to curb the population a bit and keep his edge sharp, not slaughter a bunch of the planet's native predators. Before doing anything else Kal made sure to take his GR-10 apart and stow the pieces in his bag so the Enclave's droids wouldn't register him as a threat, then he wiped his knife off on a tall stalk of grass and sheathed it. The young apprentice bent down to grab one of the dead huurtons' legs and drag it a few more feet away from the corpse of its prey so the scavengers would have something, then he slumped the other two huurton over his shoulders and set off.

When he made it back to the Enclave's grounds Kal made straight for the cantina, ignoring most of the staff and any of the farmers who were there to trade with the jedi or request their help. He strode into the Cantina completely casually despite the corpses he was carrying and entered the kitchen to drop the huurton on one of the larger prep tables. "Found some breakfast meat." Was the only explanation the attending apprentices were given before he walked into the dining area and sat in one of the chairs, bringing his knife out as he did so and beginning to clean it properly.

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"... and some damage to one of our speeders. Stims are low now. Blasters too. Both go crushed by the rocks."

Rheed sat across the edge of one of his speeders. He fiddled with a plasma torch in his hand. His eyes trailed across the scenery. Dantooine was indeed a beautiful place. Lush green fields. Simple, cooperative people (especially when there's a blaster to your head). And remote. That was probably Rheed's favorite part. Of course, there's the Jedi Enclave, but even on the best days the Mandalorian Raider could avoid entanglements with them. Well, except right now.

"Rheed, you listening?"

Rheed looked up at the voice calling to him. A man encased in traditional blue Mandalorian armor stood above him. He was one of his people, Xirot, relaying the information of the failed Crystal ambush. Like Rheed, Xirot was from Clan Vik, one of the original Mandalorians to leave with Rheed from his warring days. Xirot wasn't always with Rheed. He'd come and go sometimes, depending on business. He was alright by Rheed's standards. Could handle a vibrosword and blaster, knew when to shut up and when to talk. Most of all, he never asked too many questions or made too many demands. Not like some of the newer punks Rheed had with him currently.

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you," Rheed responded as he twirled the plasma torch in his hands. A brush of wind blew across their little camp they had set up. It was enough to cause a map one of the others was holding to blow across Rheed's path of vision, which gave him an opportunity to examine the rest of the camp. Four landspeeders surrounded ten tents, with a small campfire in the middle. A few pods and containers lay across the area as well, for a bit of a homey touch. A workbench was placed in the center, with some supplies scattered across it. Three other Mandolorians were present. There was Drun. Drun was fairly young, only a small boy when his father took him away with Rheed from Hayrt. He was also encased in blue Mandalorian standard armor, though his helmet was removed, revealing dirty blonde hair, and ice-blue eyes. He was raw and daring, but agreeable enough to know when to follow orders. He did have a tendency to try stunts Rheed would rather not see pulled. Beside him working over the workbench was Vros, the mechanic of the group. Vros had short, black hair and a lazy eye. He was fairly stubborn, and he and Rheed bumped heads more than once. He never knew Vros before Dantooine, but he was helpful when he had to be. Vros's brother Braal, who had black hair like his brother though much longer (and minus the lazy eye) was a bit more easier to get along with, and control. But he often complained about money in some regard. Rheed got annoyed with that quite a bit. Uku was the mine specialist. She was beautiful to say the least, both in her armor and without. She had taken great care of her fit body over the years, through constant running and exercise. Her long, brown hair was tied in a neat ponytail, as her piercing hazel eyes gazed down as she cleaned out the gunk out of her blaster rifle. Most if not all of the others treated Uku as an equal. Rheed didn't think they should. She was leagues ahead of most of the others intellectually and in combat. Then there was Vegg. Vegg was an idiot.

The current lot of them made up the Mandalorian encampment. He and the others called it Bensen, named after one of his fallen. The others seemed to really like the idea of honoring a fallen comrade. They praised Rheed for his decision to do it. He was fairly popular with the rest of Clan Vik. A chestpounding, to-the-roots, old-school Mandalorian. Rheed never personally liked him. He was damn certain he was never apart of Clan Vik as he claimed. He was also pretty sure the man wasn't even a Mandalorian to begin with. He tried a bit too hard. Said too many of the rights things, and a lot more wrong ones. Plus there were so many inconsistencies with his story. He had always claimed to be somewhere no one else was, which is why none of the others ever heard of him before. The others probably didn't notice. Rheed was actually fairly certain they didn't. They only saw the good, and the good was that he was damn good when it came to fighting. He just couldn't outrun a heard of kath hounds led by a rare albino one.

The odd thing was (these were the sort of questions that kept Rheed up at night) that Bensen made such a big effort to try and fit in as a Mandalorian when he was never one. But he probably could have done just as well on his own. Could have picked up his own crew, hired himself out as a bounty hunter, done some private security. Rheed could have thought of a hundred different things Bensen would have been more than qualified for. But he decided to put in the extra effort to serve under someone else. And for the life of him Rheed couldn't figure out why.

Rheed mentally shrugged. It probably didn't matter anymore at that point anyway. He was dead, and here they were living in Benson camp now, so that was that. He looked back up at Xirot as he looked down at him (or at least he thought he was looking down at him. Damn helmet). There was an exchange of silence between the two as Rheed tried to determine whether he had sat there Bensen-pondering long enough for him to have missed another question from Xirot, or whether Xirot was just waiting for Rheed to say something. Eventually, Rheed just shrugged and spoke to break the deadlock.

"This whole idea was stupid," The Raider stated as he twirled the plasma torch again. "Why the hell did we decide to do this again?" He asked, more rhetorically than anything else. He already knew the reason why. Some of the others had begun to voice their opinions that the criminal enterprise wasn't living up to all it could be. Extorting and raiding local farms and villages was nice, but the Mandalorians couldn't help but call to a higher calling, especially with knowledge that Jedi were on the planet. Even working in a raider capacity, they wanted to move up the food chain with who they targeted. Everyone wanted a bigger piece of the pie, and they knew with Rheed's talents for tactics and leadership, they could easily expand.

There lay the problem. Rheed was content with the way things were. He had always been. This wasn't Rheed's first rodeo. He'd find a system, set up shop, and milk it with anything underhanded he could think of that works. Not enough to attract any big guns or put himself on any major bounty lists, but enough so that people knew not to mess with him. But now it had come to the point where some of the others wanted to go bigger. Rheed didn't particularly want to leave now. He liked Dantooine. It was remote, it was lively enough, and it had potential. So when Vros suggested ambushing the Jedi for the crystals, he figured he'd throw them a bone and do it. Things didn't go according to plan, and the rest was history. He knew some of the others wanted to try again. He also knew he wouldn't have it. Recently, some troubles from his past were creeping back up on him. The galaxy seemed to be getting a bit smaller. And that psycho ***** Aayla seemed to be getting closer and closer.

"You know why," Xirot replied, even though he probably knew he didn't have to. "What's our next move?"

"Yeah, what's our next move?" Vegg repeated. That's basically all he did. See? Idiot.

Rheed shot a glance toward Vegg, then turned back to Xirot. "We shouldn't be going after the Jedi."

"Hey!" Vros cried out. "You promised we'd go after 'em!"

"We did, look how that turned out," Rheed replied back.

"You're gonna blame earthquakes?" Braal echoed his brother's complaints. "It's good mon-"

Rheed held up his hand with the plasma torch. "Didn't let me finish. I'm not giving up on this. But I also think we should go about this a different way. There were others hanging around those crystal caves, you saw. We kept clear before, but I'm willing to wager my weight in credits that they're gonna try again."

"So?" Vros commented.

"So," Rheed began as he kicked off the speeder and walked over to the workbench. His helmet lay there among the weapons and other supplies. His was much older, back from his warring days. His armor was an alternative look. Encased like most Mandalorians, but had a bit more motion room without armor along the arms and legs. "We don't have to take anything from the kath hound if the mine rats can steal 'em first. Let's wait to see how this plays out. Maybe one side will do something stupid," Rheed reflexively looked at Vegg. "Maybe they'll knock each other out a bit. Maybe something else will happen that we won't see coming."


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“This place is far too quiet for my taste,” Aayla spat as she stepped off her ship, an experimental prototype Kom’rk class transport that she yanked off some hapless Mandalorian clan that paled in comparison to the brutal Aayla.

“No wonder Rheed picked this dirt hole of a planet. It’s practically barren.” Clearly frustrated, Aayla grimaced as she looked out at the lush green fields. It was a remote planet for sure, and she could bet the people resembled its environment: absent of personality, intelligence and usefulness. Finding Rheed here would prove difficult, unless she could uncover his operation too. The information she received concerning Rheed’s possible involvement on Dantoonie was more of a hunch than anything. The man had been simply through her fingers with such ease, that she had nearly lost her mind. Well, what’s left of it to lose.

“According to our records, this planet has only a few settlements, boss. There is the Jedi Enclave, however. They could prove useful if we manage to be diplomatic,” Valen reported. Among her most trusted Bloodborne and Aayla’s second, Valen was a quiet and stern man and her peer in age, even if his advice seemed to come from a wiser individual. Reliable and a skilled warrior, he was fairly tall, even for a Mandalorian, and encased in golden armor. Based on the traditional neo-crusader armor worn in his Clan Vik days, he had since, like the rest of the Bloodborne modified to suit his developing role as advisor and enforcer. The man rarely removed his armor but Aayla still remembered his scarred and frightening features. He was quite attractive really, with messy black hair, dark eyes and a number of memories of battle.

Ca’tra, Aayla’s third (though you could argue she was just another second), soon stepped out. Her armor was bright red, and armor more closely resembled Aayla’s, in fact, with black accents to nearly demonize its appearance. She was arguably the most recognizable of the Bloodborne, aside from their leader, when armored. Out of the armor she was quite unassuming. Ca’tra’s features were rather plain with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her frame was a bit more bold than Aayla’s, but the young woman was still growing. She was quite young really, having joined Clan Vik when she was but a child. She idolized Aayla, and perhaps the most loyal of the Bloodborne being Aayla’s apprentice of sorts, fighting with unmatched ferocity that sometimes even made her mentor concerned, if that was possible. “Can’t trust the Jedi, not from what I hear. We are better off digging up caves and looking for Rheed ourselves. Hell, let’s glass the planet while we are it. Wouldn’t be too different than what we did before, right boss?”

Aayla smiled. Good times.

“And waste resources? I rather not waste anymore time hunting him,” Valen countered. “Asking around hasn’t hurt before and it shouldn’t know. Many of the locals will fear us, even if they don’t know us. We will extort what information we can and compare their reports with the Jedi. Then we can pinpoint Rheed’s base and destroy him. Permitting he hasn’t run away yet.”

“Fine, you ask around and I’ll look for Rheed. I will bet his head I’ll find him first.”

Aayla shot her blaster in the sky, rustling some of the serene wildlife with her outburst. “How about you both can it for a second and let me think? Otherwise, I’ll start looking for replacements for you both. First requirement, don’t act like you run things, especially with the boss within earshot.” That outburst was common. Ca’tra and Valen weren’t afraid, but they knew it was better to shut up than anything. Aayla was probably plotting, using what little the two reminded her of.

Wad’e, Ca’tra’s older cousin and demolitions specialist, and Orar, a wily veteran who preferred subterfuge above direct combat, stepped off the ship and put their armor on. Both favored blue Neo-Crusader armor, hardly making any significant changes since becoming Bloodborne. Orar upgraded his stealth field generator, while Wad’e focused on switching up his optics for better focus. Aayla hardly remembered what the two look like, as they were more lauded with tasks than the others. Wad’e had forgotten too, not spending much time in the mirror to fix his dark blonde hair and unkempt beard. Orar, in turn, wanted to forget that he was balding and what little hair his light eyes could see was sprinkled gray.

“Guessing my cousin pissed off the boss again,” Wad’e muttered.

“Must be Tuesday then,” Orar smirked back. Valen motioned to be quiet and the two looked at each other and shrugged.

“Akshae!” Aayla shouted, calling for the last of her inner circle. Soon enough, a Mandalorian in red armor shot out on a jetpack and landed in front of Aayla, kneeling before her.

“Akshae, reporting,” a female voice said. Akshae was perhaps the most quiet of the inner circle, being incredibly task orientated. Aayla enjoyed that. Akshae, when she bothered to remove her armor, was very beautiful, lacking the battle scars of many and not wearing the emotional burden of it either. Her short dark hair and gentle green eyes reflect a woman untouched by war. It was perhaps because Akshae was their sniper and stayed away from it. She was also fantastic at reconnaissance, but that simply came with the job.

“Scout the area, in particular the caves near the Enclave,” Aayla ordered, and without a word, Akshae ran off to a nearby hill, hoping to find an apt scouting location. “Ca’tra is right. We aren’t going to trust the Jedi, but there is a reason they like this place. The crystals on this planet are priceless and if Rheed has become what I think he has…which is money grubbing coward, then he is going to go for them. And then I can trap that piece of **** under a rock and watch him suffer. Any objections?”

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The Mandolorian death squad

Krall watched the ship touch down from afar. He watched as several Mandalorians climbed out, to his dismay appearing to be fully armored. Not that he expected Mandolorians to be anything but of course. He wasn't stupid, Krall Adri had tussled with a fair few Mandolorians in his time, Primarily just drunken scum like himself, but the warrior blood was pumping through their veins just as much as it was through a high standing clansman. "Now why would a bunch of Mandos come to Dantooine? They don't look the bounty hunter type, so they aren't here for me. Hold up, Baldy said something about another camp right? Could it be a rival clan? Thats the last thing I would want to get inbetween..." Krall muttered to himself while leaning against a tree. "Well even for a mando, it would be stupid to start a big fight on a planet full of Jedi, so it couldn't be a clan war. Oh what the hell." Krall sighed as he spotted what looked like scouts heading in his direction. "What shall it be this time, trader? Yeah trader could work, food and supplies, universal language." Krall chuckled to himself as he looked at the bags of food on the ground besides him.

A turn of the head on the part of Valen alerted him to the creeping Krall, and the skilled second in command raised his rifle to take aim. "Potential hostile 4 o clock!" The rest of the Bloodborne raised their respective weapons and laid their sights on Krall, with only Aayla paying little heed. "State your business or we will have target practice," Valen added, spicing her normally dully chatter with a couple tricks he picked up from Ca'tra. After all, her speech was often more effective in these situations. Valen was too diplomatic to fluster the every day civilan. Assuming that is what this subject was.

"Woah now, easy does it." Krall called tossing his hands into the air in a half hearted manner while continuing forward. "I'm just a simple trader, see I kind of lost a bet with one of the locals and lost quite a bit of money, now I'm sorta running low on credits and am looking to sell my excess wares before hiring a shuttle offworld." Krall lied easily, the words flowing qucikly and naturally. "I saw your ship land and I would know Mandos when I see em, what brings you lot to this backwater place anyway eh?"

Keeping their guns aimed and ready to fire, Aayla stepped to the forefront and looked at Krall. She removed her helmet to reveal her long red hair and light eyes. "Does the name Rheed Vik mean anything to you?"

Rheed Vik. The name caught in his mind. He had heard the name before, but for some reason he couldn't recall where. Baldy would have known. "No sorry, he a friend of yours then?" Krall asked looking at the woman infront of her. "Wait. He wouldn't happen to be pale guy? Dark hair, got sort of Orange and Black armor?" Krall asked after a moment of clarity.

"Hardly," Aayla spat to the first question. "But that would be the pathetic traitor, yeah. Glad to know he's wearing his old armor. What do you know about him? And you better not try to trick me, trader. I wouldn't want to put you out of business if you catch my thinking." Aayla could taste the revenge and it was so good. Someone actually saw him. That was good. It was better than other leads and she had been chasing them down for so long. If he could find him now, her quest would be done and she can revive Clan Vik under her new banner. The Outer Rim wouldn't be the same.

Traitor. Oh boy this was going to be fun. "Well from the local farms i've peddled my wares too, i've heard stories of a group of thugs, among them being a Mandolorian. You aren't known for being gentle people and I guess it hasn't been that way. I'm not sure where they're camped up at, but my first guess would be somewhere close to the Jedi enclave, hiding right under their noses would be something any good thief would do just for fun." Krall explained scratching his beard thoughtfully. Any competition on this planet wouldn't go out easy, and since he had lost his own crew, it wouldn't be smart to try and take down another syndicate on his own. How lucky for him then, that a Mandalorian death squad just happened to fall out of the sky with a death warrant on his competition? They can clean up and then he would have a clear shot at the Jedi with no outside interferrance.

So Rheed had been pushing around the locals? Well, probably his people were. Rheed hated violence and calling him a Mandolorian sickened Aayla more than anything. Mandolarians are warriors. Proud ones. He was a coward, hiding behind the gun rather than becoming the gun. His followers were no different, and the flock had hid from Aayla for too long. Weakness needed to be purged. Hiding close to the Jedi enclave seemed to be smart, but Aayla was not as certain that Rheed would. It depended on the nature of his operation here, and she doubted that this man would know too much on that. She would need to find one of Rheed's men to get that information, unless this one was one of them to begin with. "Tell me something...I don't think I caught your name...oh it doesn't matter. What would a trader like yourself be doing here in the middle of nowhere? I mean, there aren't a lot of locals in the immediate area...so I am curious who the hell you were betting against that you lost everything so far from any settlements."

****. The problem with making up a story on the spot, is that you don't really have time to cover all the bases. The woman staring him down could smell right through his lies, and would probably not hesitate to blow his head off if she found out who he really was. Hell the bounty alone would get her to do it, regardless of if she had a prior agenda or not. "A jedi." He said quickly. Well that would only bring more questions. "One of the apprentices actually, a young jawa fella." Krall finished. He had been watching the enclave for months, he knew all about the apprentices. "Lousy thing beat me at a game of Pazzak. Or a few games. Regardless." Krall sighed. "As for what i'm doing out here? Well between walking to another farms I figured I might as well go hunting. Some mighty tasty creatures out here." He said motioning towards the blaster on his hip. It wasn't the greatest alibi. If she decided to question why he was hunting with a blaster he was royally screwed.

Aayla's eyes opened up and she nodded. It was a quite the cute story and she was loving the flavor that he added. It was close to being believable, but the great thing about a lie is that it is often coated in the truth. "You know hunting is better with a rifle, so you may want to borrow one of mine," she said with a nod. "And I have a hard time being convinced about a Jawa Jedi. So how about you tell me everything you know about the Enclave so I know what I am dealing with while I hunt for Rheed? Do that and I may not kill you."

Krall mentally sighed in relief. Okay, not only a death squad from the sky, but a death squad from the sky that actually had brains. Theres a first time for everything. "Right, Enclave? Its sort of a... second rate school for the Jedi. They take in the trash that couldn't make it into the big one. Mainly aliens, but the rare reject as well. Hell, surprised me hearing the little fella was a Jedi, or I suppose more accurately an apprentice, but hey every family has a few weirdos. Actually I hear they have a Mandalorian studying there as well... and a Gungun, flithy thing." Krall explained. His heart was pounding in his chest, there were still quite a few guns pointed at him after all.

Aayla, strangely, took a whiff in the air. Fear. It had a distinct smell to her. The man was afraid, and that probably meant he was speaking the truth. A bunch of rejects with lightsabers would be a problem, but nothing she was too concerned with. It came with the severe lust for revenge. A Mandalorian Jedi was concerning, as the votalie combination could yield badly. Maybe she could convince him to leave and join her ranks. The power would be unimaginable. Her skill and his power? The thought was too tempting. "Alright, that is quite helpful. Last question. Say you were a criminal. What would you be doing on this planet to get by?"

"Other than stealing from the locals, the only place of real interest would be the Enclave. I reckon one of them light sticks would be worth quite a bit on the black market." Krall replied simply. He then mentally smacked himself for giving away his own plan. He looked worse than one of those cliche villains who tell the young heroes all about his plans before making sure they couldn't possibly escape captivity. A terrible move on his part.

"Right then," Aayla said. "Get out of here before I change my mind about killing you." She gestured to her Bloodborne to lower their weapons. "However, tell anyone about me and my operation. I will hunt you across the galaxy after I kill Rheed. I doubt you want that."

"Certainly not... I'll just make myself scarce then." Krall said quickly turning to leave. Ha! As if he, Krall Adri, notorious black hand of Nar Shadaa feared a couple of Mandolorian clansman. He walked through the dry grass away from the militia and back towards civilization. Shame she hadn't actually followed through and gave him a rifle though, yet again who arms the guy they're interogating.
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Old January 4th, 2016 (9:57 PM). Edited January 5th, 2016 by Jegretis.
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The Sluissi sat in the cockpit of his spacecraft, meditating to himself. He had travelled the galaxy in search of heads to capture, and finally there was a planet where the prey was bountiful to say the least. He figured he could stay for a while on this planet, until he accumulated a good amount of credits before heading off to another planet. He had gotten requests to capture heads on other planets as well, however, despite getting those requests first, Yara's priority list begins with whichever offers the most bang for their buck. With his trusty blasters on hand, he would surely rid this place of whatever vermin needed to be eliminated.

He opened his eyes form his meditative state, upon realizing he was about to enter the Enclave Spaceship Harbor. Clicking a few buttons and pulling the lever in front of him, he slowed his small, spherical spacecraft into position, before landing on the ground and opening the entrance to his ship with a walkable platform. He gripped his sash and belt, and slithered around the cockpit, into the back of his ship and then down the platform, where he was greeted by a cloaked fellow. His hair was was somewhat long, and dark brown, and by the look of things, he seemed to have been expecting Yara. Yara ignored the sounds of droids running around in the morning and focused at the task at hand.

"You must be Yara!" The man exclaimed, looking somewhat intimidated and almost relieved at the same time. "You are a bit late did - "

"I will come whenever I want." Yara hissed at the man interrupting him, and raised his body to loom over him. "I am assuming you are Eraji. Are you in charge of this...facility?" He hissed once more, this time out of curiosity as he eyed the place.

"Yes, I am one of the Masters of this academy." He spoke, pausing briefly to let Yara look around, until speaking again. "Please, let us discuss in the Cantina. I am sure you are hungry from your travel." The Master gestured Yara to follow him, who just nodded in return.

***

"Hmm...I didn't know there was a Jedi Academy out here..." Yara questioned, as they entered the Cantina. It was busy for the morning, students apparently getting ready for their day, eating, etc.

"Yes, well...it's not an official academy, you see. It's more of a place for...misfits." Eraji replied, as he continued to walk for a few more steps until stopping near the back where an empty table resided. He gestured for Yara to sit down, and took a seat, allowing his slithery body to relax against the wall and bench.

"A place for misfits..." He muttered, looking around at the various students, until focusing his attention back to Master Eraji.

"So...as you know, we called you here to solve a few...problems. This place is supposed to be a safe haven for these Jedi students, but recently there have been an awful lot of criminal activity going on." Eraji explained, leaning in closer to Yara to speak more quietly. "You know who to get rid of, right?" He asked.

"I already have the list of criminals. I'll start with the petty criminals...the pay may not be good, but getting rid of them makes my job easier in the long run." Yara already had a plan schemed out in his head, and he figured it would be in his best interest to rid of the small fry first.

"Okay, that's good, thank you. We will pay you once the entire job is done, take as much time as you need." Master Eraji said. Yara suddenly stopped eating, as he looked at the man in front of him.

"No!" Yara hissed, his voice becoming aggressive as he slammed his fist on the table. "You pay me after I kill each criminal, not after the entire job is done. You understand? I told you before that's how I operate." Yara hissed, leaning closer to Master Eraji. Even though Yara was certain he could kill all the criminals he was told to do so, he wanted to take full measures in case he couldn't, or if he wanted to leave in the middle of business for a higher score.


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When the alarm clock went off, a high pitched shout followed suit. Then, a thud and a groan. After a full galactic standard year in this starship, Pachiri still had not fixed the problem with the roof over her bunk being too low. It was a miracle she hadn't grown a horn yet from the constant bruise. The Felacatian smuggler jumped out of bed, rubbing her head hard. At least she managed to stay calm these days. The first time she had waken up in this way, her genetics and instincts had taken over. Ruined her favorite night gown. Oh, well.

She drowsily strolled out into the living area and flicked the radio on without even looking at the button as she pressed it on the wall. Routines. Normally, she would take a sonic shower in her ship before she left, but the Jedis had allowed her to use their bathrooms and she would not pass up on that opportunity for a proper shower! Despite most members of her feline species hating getting wet, Pachiri loved to feel water around her. Rain was her favorite weather, swimming a wonderful pastime! Another morning routine she would stick to regardless, though, was getting a coffee from the rather expensive automatic machine she had installed in the light freighter's "kitchen". Unfortunately, the machine had chosen this exact day to run out of beans. Another groan escaped the Felacatian's lips as she dunked her head in the metal wall.

But even though Pachiri's morning temper was somewhat terrible, she was not the one to stop thinking positively! After dressing, she headed into the "bathroom" for one quick glance in the full-length mirror there. Short, slim statue. Hardly any curves to mention. A thin layer of pale, white fur covering her body and face, where big orange eyes blinked back at her. Blonde hair falling from her scalp down over her chest and back, the cat-like ears sticking out appropriately between the golden strands. Her mane, she jokingly referred to it as. Well, at certain times that was not a joke. She smiled at herself, revealing two sharp canines that just barely stuck out over her lower lip. Deciding that she at least wouldn't feel ashamed if she encountered someone on her way to the showers, she left the room with a flick of her long, white tail.


The morning was chilly at the Enclave. The Neon Puma was parked in a corner of the spaceship harbor. It wasn't very big, and had been standing there for a week now. The Jedis allowed her to stay for as long as she wanted to... In exchange for a discount on her wares. It annoyed her a bit, but she supposed it was better than to pay much more for a spot at one of the Dantooine farmer family's patrolled grounds, or park anywhere out in the wilds and get attacked by raiders within minutes of landing. This planet, sigh.

Luckily, she only spotted a few security droids and a Jedi Master who nodded politely at her, before she reached the shower rooms. Ah, the water was warm and delightful as always. She had a hard time pulling herself back out again when she was finished. Finally, she put on her usual outfit: brown trousers, boots, belt with pouches and holster (which of course had no blaster in it now), yellow long sleeved shirt and a green vest. She also pulled her long hair into a thick, loose braid. All set!

Now, it was really time to hunt down some coffee in the Jedi cantina. She wouldn't be able to think straight and absolutely not make any trades or deals before she had had a large doze of that black gold.
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Shia’s eyes snapped open as he looked back outside his window. Much to his disappointment the sun wasn’t up yet. The Squib groaned out loudly and placed his head against the pillow again. Every five minutes the alien popped up his furry noggin to once again see if there was any light. After what seemed like an eternity the light finally began to shine through his window. “YES!”

The Squib hopped out of bed and stretched his limbs out to get the sleepiness out of them. Once his whole body was wide awake Shia closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, “As long as I’m in harmony, then the day will go great.” He looked into the mirror that hung in his room and gave his reflection a firm nod. Even though his shower was enjoyable, given he was the first one up and he could hog the hot water, he still dreaded the morning routine.

Before he was used to his pair of boots, his loincloth, a belt or two, and his small cap. He didn’t expect to have to dress up in some other garments as well! The Squib shuddered as he eyed the pants and shirt he was given. Jedi wore robes. Sure, he knew that much, but this was plain ridiculous! He grumbled to himself as he eyed the other clothing a bit longer before he balled it up and carried it back to his room.

At the very least with many of the others still asleep no one would be around to lecture him on proper fashion sense. Instead, the Squib decided to do a little bit of practice. He dropped the bulky fabric off and grabbed the lightsaber that stuck up in its stand. He hummed softly to himself as he made his way through the awakening enclave and finally found one of the training rooms. He made his way into the center of the room and held his blade out. With the press of a button the blue blade hummed to life. He took in a deep breath and held his weapon in front of his body. “Training regimen sixty-three, please.”

The door to the room beeped as it locked itself. “Training engaged.”

Out from the wall hovered out two small spheres that began to float around the apprentice. Shia closed his eyes and reached out with the force. The remotes circled about the apprentice for a moment longer before the small lasers ingrained in their metallic bodies began to shoot out pellets of energy. Not missing a bit Shia waved his lightsaber from side to side, easily deflecting the first few bolts.

The first wave was quick to halt and Shia removed one of his hands from the saber’s grip, just in time as the remotes positioned themselves in front of him as well as behind him. He was quick to swing his saber back and forth to deflect the two streams of projectiles. Now he was starting to sweat.

The two remotes began to circle about him, peppering out bolts every so often. Shia found himself rotating on the spot to quickly deflect each one in turn. It was funny how easy it was to now protect himself against such weaponry. When he had first arrived he couldn’t honestly block a succession of shots, but now it was like a cake walk. And Shia didn’t do the training regiments to try and become better. More along he wanted to keep his senses sharp. After the third round the remotes halted in mid air, then slipped back into their ports on the wall as another click indicated that the door had unlocked.

The Squib deactivated his lightsaber and stepped on out. His stomach was grumbling. That was a key indicator that breakfast should be close to being ready. Shia rushed through the halls, more than eager to make it to the cantina.
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Old January 6th, 2016 (8:36 PM). Edited January 7th, 2016 by Quest.
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Mikara feat. Craw Nezz


”Having this much meat gives us quite a few options."

Mikara sat in front of her mirror, silently mediating as she began to think about the day ahead of her. Months ago, she would never find herself doing such a task. Hell, she never imagined herself meditating, but here she was. Of course, being a Jedi wasn't something she imagined either. She was used to the hectic life of a smuggler, of a person barely managing to make ends meet most of the time. Now, she was in a temple, safe from danger and well fed. This life was bizarre to her, but she couldn't complain. Over the last few months, she had been training constantly as the Jedi masters expected much of her and her fellow apprentices. From the beginning stages of lightsaber combat to some of the deep, inner workings of the mysterious power known as the Force, Mikara had spent much time working to improve herself, both during the scheduled training sessions and out.

She had definitely learned quite a bit, but today was most possibly the most important day for her since the beginning of her training at the Dantooine Enclave. Today, her and her fellow apprentices were to find the crystals that would power their soon-to-be built lightsabers. It was a large milestone in Jedi culture for younglings to go on their own to find these crystals, but all of the apprentices that she trained with were quite older in comparison. Mikara wasn't quite sure how this expedition was supposed to work, but it didn't stop her by from being excited.

Unfortunately, it wasn't like they were leaving for their expedition just yet. Mikara was unlucky enough to be selected for mess hall duty. While it was nothing too hard to accomplish, it seemed like a somewhat menial task. Nonetheless, the masters of the temple insisted that the job be done as it taught the apprentices to help others. Mikara sighed before standing up with a stretch. She quickly changed out of her sleepwear and into her training outfit, only stopping before grabbing her blaster. As a smuggler, keeping the weapon on her was important at all times. Space pirates were a serious problem and there always the possibility that a deal could go south. After today, would she really need it again? She wanted to consider it another milestone, but at the same time, but she didn't truly know how to feel about it.

She decided to leave it behind, knowing that if anything, it would be unneeded when preparing a meal for hungry apprentices. She made her way to the cantina, passing by the Mandalorian Kal'Nau before entering the cooking area. He wasn't a bad person, but Mikara couldn't help but feel uncomfortable around him. She knew what they were like, and her past experiences with the people didn't help change her mind, particularly when it came to a certain Vik. She shook her head, hoping to get rid of the thoughts, before entering the room. It was a sight to see the dead huurton on top of the prep table, but she knew better than to question it. "How are you doing today, Craw?" she asked the Gungan that stood in the kitchen, already preparing to begin cooking.

Said Gungan was in the kitchen staring at the corpse of a large, furry creature and wondering exactly what to do with it having thanked the Mandelorian that had just walked out for his assistance, although in reality he would have preferred the enormous hunk of meat had not been dumped in front of him at all. Craw didn't miss much about Otoh Gunga, but at that particular moment he was not missing the simple roots, fungi, fruit and fish that made up the diet of most Gungans.

Noticing the red-skinned and be-tendrilled Mikkian that was the other unfortunate soul set to kitchen duty enter the room, Craw looked up and forced a grin.

"'Eyo girlo," he said in the typcially distorted speech that all Gungans seemed to possess. "Meesa doin' okie-day considerin' the lumpo dead huurton meesa meanin' to be cookin' up. How's you?"

As he awaited an answer Craw seemingly made up his mind about what to do with the large animal. He took the wodden hilt from his belt and pressed a small button, igniting the shimmering green blade of his lightsaber with which he proceeded to quickly and easily slice up the beast. The elders of the enclave would probably not approve of the sacred weapon being used as a butchering tool, but Craw liked to think he was a tad more practical than them.

"I'm doing just fine," the Mikkian answered as she began to wash her hands. The Gungan was an oddity to say the least, having already left the main temple for his views upon the Force and the Jedi. His decision to cut the huurton meat using his lightsaber was a prime example. However, Mikara was mostly fine with Craw. He was much easier to talk to and interact with than the other apprentices, and his personality was a breath of fresh air in comparison to many of the other people at the temple. It was nice to have a someone who wasn't completely serious.

"I see Kal brought us some extra ingredients to work with," she stated, moving to the other side of the prep table. The smell of the creature was somewhat overwhelming as the lightsaber burned and cut it. "So what kind of meal do you have in mind? Having this much meat gives us quite a few options."

Having pretty much dissected the huurton at this point, Craw turned off the lightsaber and returned it to his belt - noting one of the enclaves masters looking at him irritably from outside the kitchen in the cantina's dining area. Shrugging he turned to answer Mikara's question, although, truth be told he wasn't much of a chef so he was far from certain himself.

"Uuhhh, meesa thinkin' dat perhaps weesa should be storin' most of it for later. Wesa can be cookin' upa stewsa sorts?" This was more of a question than a statement, Craw had little idea what to do with the terrible smelling meat, so he'd simply try to help as best he could and follow Mikara's example. In the short time he'd known her, he'd seen that she was pretty reliable for the most part.

Mikara simply laughed when she noticed the Gungan's expression. It was things like this that made him so much easier to be around in comparison to the other apprentices. She had been many things in her life short life, and although none of them made her a chef by any standards, she at least how to take of herself. Stew was at least something she knew how to make. "You're right, Craw," she said with a smile, grabbing a knife from the prep station's compartment. "A stew would definitely work for us." She proceeded to cut what meat she knew they would use, directing Craw to have the rest of it stored away. She took some extra ingredients from the store room. She was lucky the farmers nearby actually grew some crop that worked well with the Hurrton meat. "Alright, let's get this started."




Within an hours time, the stew was almost ready to be served. She grabbed the loaf of bread near the counter, cutting out enough parts for the rest of the group. She directed the Gungan to set the table as she followed, divvying up enough of the stew and bread for the others. Once Craw had set the last set down, she emptied the bowl, giving it to her cooking partner. "So, tell me what you think?"

Craw, rather hungry himself at that point, took the bowl and followed Mikara to one of the cantina's tables as others began to help themselves to the meal. The famished Gungan flicked his long tongue at the bowl before, satisfied with the taste, taking to the food with a spoon.

"Theesa very good!" he exclaimed, pleased with the finished product.

The pair ate in silence for a while, before it occurred to Craw that Mikara was one of the lucky young apprentices that would get to construct their own lightsaber that day. It was strange seeing an apprentice her age not carrying the weapon yet, but she had come to the academy much older than most did.

"Yousa headin' outta to da big crystal caves disa mornin'?" he said casually "Meesa bettin' yousa bein' very exited'n."

"Yes, I am," replied the Mikkian. She pointed at the lightsaber on the Gungan's hip. "Not all of us were lucky enough to have already made our lightsabers. Do you have any hints to help me with mine?"

Craw grinned at Mikara. "Hints? Theresa nosa hints for makin' your lightsaber. The Force will be guidin' yousa actions." His response was true enough, he remembered well when he'd made his own lightsaber and been thoroughly perplexed when he'd felt the Force pointing him towards a hilt of wood. Lucky for the Gungan, that brylark wood is just as hard and sturdy as any metal. "Yousa' just gotta be relaxin'," he told the newer apprentice.

"I suppose that is true," she said. "As the Masters always say: the Force has and always will be there to lead us down our paths. But comments like that make me surprised you're still an apprentice like us. I know you've been with the Jedis much longer than the rest of us, so it's weird not seeing you as a consular or a knight."

Craw almost blushed at that comment. "Meesa time will come soona 'nuff. Jussa like yours."



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Katy floats behind Taka, playing music from her collection of Tatooine "oldies", as she is unable to find a radio signal. "These farmers don't have many radios, Master. I can't pick up any music, but I am getting plenty of chatter from the spaceport!"

"So, Taka can not listen to popular music, but he can overhear the conversations of space truckers. His mind boggles at the possibilities." He rounds the corner, surprised to see so many people already in the cantina. He smells cooked meat, and eagerly goes to grab breakfast while Katy floats over to an empty table. He tries to make small talk as he passes the chefs.

"Good morning, Mikara and Craw. Taka sees you have pulled kitchen duty this morning. He thinks you have made a meal that smells quite good!" He takes a seat with his back to everyone else, his culture forbidding him from letting anyone see his face. Bites of food just disappear into the darkness of his hood, and he eats quickly. Katy hovers beside him, playing an upbeat song that was a favorite at a cantina is Mos Eisley. When he is finished, he goes to rejoin his fellow apprentices, hoping to strike up a conversation. "So... who is prepared for today's expedition? Taka is excited to see the caves!"
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A Quaint Gathering; Part 1


"Who would be willing to accept my challenge of combat in the art of swordplay?" - Aevux


A ray of sunshine crept over Corgrak's eyes, too dazzling for his tired eyes. He sat slowly on the bed and stretched his arms upright. He looked down at the silver box, thinking of nothing but the force. More motivated than ever, he stood up and walked out of his room. He knew his life had changed. This was his only chance to learn the ways of the Force and failure was not an option. He had overslept, but that had never been a big deal for Corgrak, a bounty hunter like him usually stalked his prey during the night.

He walked around the halls, exploring the enclave. He was not fascinated by it, but he wanted to explore every bit of the place he was going to stay at until he hopefully became a master. The entire place was full of people wandering around. Some of them looked happy and that was quite a shock for Corgrak. He assumed everybody had a tragic history. Peace pervaded the temple. He felt out of danger for the first time in his entire life, a fresh feeling for Corgrak. He was dumbfounded and his body acted separately from his mind....

After 20 minutes of walking and gazing at the new life he was learning, he shook his head and decided to go eat breakfast. On his way to the cantina, he saw a big man carrying a dead huurton enter the dining place. He seemed unfriendly, but that didn't matter to Corgrak, so was he, after all. He sat in one of the chair and stared at the man.

Kal'Nau finished wiping off his knife with a clean cloth and then sat sideways in the cantina chair. He took a few more moments to inspect it, making sure he'd done an adequate job before he finally sheathed it and acknowledged Corgrak. "Su cuy'gar, ori jag." The words hung in the air with a short uncomfortable silence before he caught his use of Mando'a and corrected himself. "Sorry, that means 'Greetings, big fella.' "

Corgrak stood up. Normally, he would ignore someone who came to say hello, but he was now an apprentice. According to what he had heard, he would have to be in company with people. He could use the practice to socialize. Uncertain of what he should do, he stretched his hand and introduced himself. "Hello, my name is Corgrak. What's yours?"

The Mando apprentice blinked invisibly a few times behind his helmet. That introduction wasn't at all what he expected from Corgrak, but "it takes all kinds" as they say. He stood to shake the Gredonian's hand firmly, then sat back down and stretched. "Don't worry, there's no need for all that classic Jedi formality with me. Though good manners are something to respect." Kal could hear more noises coming from the kitchen and, for a split second, he thought he could feel the air crackle with excitement. He decided he wanted to smell the food Mikara and Craw were preparing with his own nose and removed his helmet, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply and smiled. Normally, he felt naked whenever the entirety of his body wasn't covered by his beskar'gam. However, ever since he'd started training with the Jedi and grew more attuned to the Force, he found himself occasionally enjoying the moments of clarity that being out of his armor brought. He simply felt more of everything without the wall between himself and the world. He felt more small spikes of emotions from others, more of the life forces around him, and even the sense of security that came with knowing he had an extra level of awareness most people didn't.

After Kal's reply, Corgrak knew his introduction wasn't a proper response. He obviously needed practice and this a good chance. "You'll have to excuse me mate, it's been a while since I've been out of danger to sit calm and have a casual conversation." He leaned back and started to feel more relaxed. "You hunted those?" Corgrak asked and pointed at the big dead huurton at the table.

"I did." Kal confirmed and nodded. He set his helmet down on their table and looked admiringly at his catch for a moment. "Some could argue it was reckless of me to use my knife instead of just blasting them all away, but it was definitely a lot more fun. The training around here is all well and good, but there are certain things you can only improve on with actual risk and something pushing back against you with everything it's got. There were actually five of them, but I let two run off when they knew they were beat and left the third one for the scavengers."

"That's impressive. I usually don't take any chances, as much I trust my skills, I leave nothing to chance." Corgrak started to understand a little about Kal and he admired the reckless, but determined personality of his.

"If you don't mind, I would like to know. Why do you leave your life on fate's hands, just like that?" He thought Kal was an interesting character, maybe the opposite of him.

Kal for once looked seriously thoughtful and took his time answering. "The best reason I can really offer is the Resol'nare, the Six Tenets of the Mando'ade. We have to throw ourselves not just into danger, but war, to gain honor and improve ourselves. It is not our way to play it safe."

Corgrak was thrilled. Kal's determination was something he would never allow on himself. He leaned forward, paying the utmost attention to Kal. "Do you ever fear for your life? If so, what do you do?"

"No, the only times I ever feared for my life were when I was a young child...but I must admit in the few battles I was in, I feared for my clanmates' lives," Kal answered contemplatively. All of these questions were really making him think about who he was. He supposed it was the kind of introspection the Jedi would love for him to do, but it was new to him.

Amid the conversation came the sound of boot steps before a blue, furry head peeked into the area. "Breakfast is ready?" Shia asked as he looked about. He looked between Corgrak and Kal and stepped on inside. "So, today's the day! Lots of up and down and left and right! You know they are really really really big! Humongous! At first it was dark and then you get to see the crystals!" The Squib let out some squeaking laughter. "But it's no hard go! Lots of light when you get down further! And not enough critters, but that's a cool thing! Not as kroove as use, but cool with light and all!" It looked like Shia would be going back on another one of his rambling speeches.

Kal shook his head and muttered exasperatedly. "N'usulu a ogir's nayc linibar at interrupt." He got over his annoyance pretty quickly and tried not to sound too hostile. "I have to admit I'm looking forward to the trip to the caves. I haven't held my namesake since I was a small child."

Corgrak stared at Shia with despair. Despite him being rude, he felt annoyed by the sudden interruption. However, he kept his instincts to himself. He faked a tiny smile and freshened his face. "No introduction, huh? Quite a character you are. Anyhow, yes, I'm looking forward to make that trip too."

Aevux walked through the door after hearing the commotion. Upon seeing all of the different races of people gathered in one place, he got excited. He flipped his hood off and began to undo the wrap around his chest. "I would test your powers against my own," he stated to no one in particular. "Who would be willing to accept my challenge of combat in the art of swordplay?" The Iridonian drew a short sword from his waist and held it out in front of himself with both hands. "Let me see how your species has learned to do battle." The young man looked around the room patiently.

Corgrak looked indifferently towards the kid standing in front of the group. "Calm down boy, this is isn't a battle arena," he said before ignoring the young boy.

Aevux's lip twitched. "If you'd disregard and dishonor me in this way, then why would you come to a battle academy? I've come to this place to become stronger. If you're not going to fight, then I have no use of you." Aevux turned his head away from the character and looked at the others in the group. "Would any of you like to battle? Or would you cower away in the same way?"

For the first time in that relatively peaceful day, Kal actually showed some anger. He stood up to look Aevux right in the eye. "This isn't the time or place for a fight, but when we aren't in the middle of peaceful business - like a good meal for instance - I'd glady face you anytime. But you might want to watch where you throw the word 'cower', di'kut. And for the record, I don't fight the way my 'species' fights. I fight as my aliit raised me to. You'd think after all this time the Masters here would have taught you an ounce of manners." With his opinion stated, Kal'Nau sat back in his chair with a huff and dug into the food on his plate. He ate for a few more seconds before he actually realized they had been served the huurton and turned to Craw and Mikara. "Vor'e, it's good."

Aevux's face twitched several more times as Kal spoke. Once he had finished, the Kabrak shook his head and bit down on his lip. He put the weapon back into the waist of his pants and stared down each person in the room who appeared to be completely disinterested in his very presence. Pulling the hood back up over his head, he turned towards the exit and mumbled something under his breath in Ul'Zabrak before leaving.

"Your welcome, Kal," responded the Mikkian, somewhat surpirsed by his thanks. She was a little disappointed in his response to the Zabrakian, but Aevux did start the small skirmish from what little she had seen of it. She gave a slight sigh. Why did half of the apprentices have to seem so angry, she thought. She stood up from out of her chair and tried to move in front of Aevux. "You might as well stay," she told the younger apprentice. "Craw and I put effort into making this for you guys and we are all supposed to be here before we leave to get our crystals today."

The Iridonian stared at the creature in front of him. His eye twitched slightly as he looked her over. She didn't seem to be much of a threat from what he could tell. He looked over his shoulder at the group that was there already eating and then looked back to the girl. "Crystals?" He asked. "I suppose if this is where we're to be for introductions or whatever then I'll stay. Just be sure to keep me away from them." He nodded his head towards Corgrak and the others.

"If that's how you want it, so be it," she stated, motioning her hands towards the seat farther from the others. She led the Zabrak to his seat and sat down next to him, looking over at Kal and Corgrak. She was sure they could care less if he was there either way, but she knew it would be best for them to stay away from each other for the time being. She was definitely sure it was going to be a long day with the two of them being even this close to each other.

What? Why is she sitting with me? The Iridonian looked at the girl from the corner of his eye as sweat began to bead at his forehead. The girl seemed nicer than most others that he had met. With what little control over the force that he currently had, he could tell that her aura was that of someone kind. The only other females he'd met in his life had been the Sith who hunted him and then one brief encounter with one of the Nightsisters. Neither of which were favorable. He continued to stare awkwardly at the girl from the corner of his eye, and the more he did the more his fascination grew. What could he have to learn from someone like her? What benefits could there be in building their relationship? He began to fantasize about her and the things that she might know. Perhaps there was some powers that only women could tap into? Was that why the sith was so powerful? Had they just recruited so many of these women and harnessed their special powers?

Corgrak couldn't care less about all that was happening. He was still angry for Shia's early interruption, but if he was looking to practice social skills this was a perfect chance to do it. He ate quietly for a while. He was the first one to finish his meal. He was used to both eating fast and being in constant movement. He had to stalk his preys for entire nights, sometimes for a whole day, and had to eat in between jobs. He spotted Aevux looking towards Mikara and crept a smirk on his face. Corgrak was not aware of this skill but he was good at reading people. It was something he developed throughout his years of being a bounty hunter. There were times he could swear that he'd read people's thoughts. He could never tell if he was just going crazy, or if this was something else, but he had a feeling he was gonna find out here at the Enclave. "Thanks for the meal Mikara, it was delicious." He said, waiting patiently for the others to finish. The Mikkian nodded with a smile, happy at everyone's enjoyment of the meal.

Mikara's peace-keeping must have been a bit infectious, because Kal broke the relative silence once again to speak to Aevux. "Poor choice of words aside, I meant what I said. We can spar anytime, just not when we're supposed to be eating." And took another bite of his serving, feeling he'd said enough for one day. The Iridonian averted his gaze from the Mikkian momentarily to look at Kal. His eye twitched slightly, remembering where he was and what had happened just moments ago. He nodded slightly to the man and then glanced over the rest of the group before again resting his eyes on Mikara.



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A piping hot bowl sat in front of the Sluissi, taking a few slurps at a time whilst listening to the Master Jedi next to him. "...Yes, yes, I understand, but who on the contract will you be going after first?" The master asked. Yara took a brief pause from eating, to answer the master's question. He knew he was going after the smaller fish first, and according to the database they gave him, that would mean his first targets would be the two infamous thieves, by the names of Loz and Ellides.

"Loz and Ellides..." The Bounty Hunter muttered. "I just have to figure out how to find them...or maybe lure them." He hissed as he ate, deep in thought about his hunting process.

"Those two are known for stealing from the farmers. But as far as I know, they'll steal from just about anyone." The Master responded. Yara continued to think, taking heed to Eraji's words. He knew they were thieves, but if they were known for going after farmers, then perhaps it would be best to roam the countrysides, and try his luck that way. "We already sent you all the essential information about the criminals, correct?" He questioned. Yara nodded.

"Yes, I have it..." Yara figured the man probably didn't have any more information than what was already given to him, so it was pointless in making the conversation go any further. "The thing about thieves, is they can be sslippery..." He hissed, looking down at the table, as he finished his stew. "They strike quickly and efficiently...and then cover their tracks. But I will hunt them down. This contract begins now." Yara finished, looking at Eraji, who just gave him a nod of approval. Lifting his body upright, he started to slither down the Cantina, back to his ship, to begin the dirty job that had been given to him.


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The leader, the goggles, and the brain.

Krall Adri approached the silent camp shortly after parting ways with the mandolorians. "Sir" A young man gasped while standing up and giving a little salute. "Good news, you've been promoted." Krall replied with a yawn arms outstretched. "Thank you sir. If I may ask where are Seopora and the others?" The young man asked. "Seopora? Is that what baldy was called? Oh they're dead by the way. Hence the promotion. I mean did you expect you just got a promotion randomly? Big things don't just come to lazy little boys like you goggles." Krall explained whilst taking a drink from a water jug. "My name is Imavik sir." The boy muttered quietly. "If your going to be working with me, learn this. I don't care. Get me some food will you goggles?" Krall replied with a degrading laugh.

Krall's laughing was interupted by a very fast fist. Namely the fist belonging to a young woman who stood infront of him. "Where in the hell have you been? I've been calling you all day. but did you answer? Not even ONCE. Do you know why I sent Seopora down there with you? To try and keep your dumbass from doing anything stupid. I guess he didn't do a very good job then, considering you done murdered the whole damn crew. Well listen up sweetheart, cause i'm only gonna tell you once. We are GOING to get those damn light sticks, and I don't care if you have to risk your dumb ass to get them." The woman replied with a stern glare. "Who the hell do you think you are?" Krall growled rising to his feet. "Looking for this sugar?" The woman taunted, holding Kralls blaster by his hip. "Oh i'm quick sweetheart, and don't you forget it." The woman growled tossing the blaster to the man. "Uh..." Krall muttered, his jaw nearly on the floor. "I'd shut up and rest up while you can, you've got twenty minutes before you two are going back to those caves" The woman snapped before climbing into her tent. "Who the hell is she?" Goggles asked, his eyes wide open, underneath the large goggles at least. "No idea." Krall shrugged. "Didn't I ask for food?" Krall growled as he kicked the chair out from beneath the boy. "Y-yes sir! Sorry sir!" The boy yelped as he ran over to the supply tent.

"Don't worry Krall, six hours and you'll be off this planet and having a drink on some moon bar with two Twi-lek woman by your side." Krall breathed in an attempt to calm his nerves. "Lets go get some light sticks."

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"You're going to get CRYSTALS?" - Pachiri

"So... my advice." Shia started out as he leaned back in his seat, "Just for the ones that draw you in! Don't listen to anyone else! Just go for what you want!" He grinned a bit, "But also make sure you think about it! It's a color you'll have for a long time. Well, until you go back on your own time. But that won't be for some time." He gave a few nods, "So go with what you feel. That's what I say."

Craw's ears perked up (well... metaphorically) at the sound of the little blue apprentice's thoughts on the coming expedition to the caves. It was at that point that he decided to pick himself up from his place across from Mikara's now empty seat and plod over to the amassed group of soon-to-be-Jedi. "Exqueeze me," he interjected. "But youssa nota goin' to be havin' smuch ofa say asa yousa thinkin' you be havin'," he begun. "Youssa gonna be bein' guided by tha force. Yousa haven to feel the guidance ofa the force and be lettin' go of personal wantin'." Craw then shrugged, having nothing else to add following his interuption.

Shia snickered at that. "That's what I'm saying! It's just a more kroovy way!" He gave another set of nods. "You feel it, and you go for it."

Craw grinned at that. "Thassa pretty much the gistafit. Meesa haven not been to the big crystal caves ina long time. Meesa lookin' forwarda to goin'."

"This business is all a bit too mystical and secretive for my tastes." Kal'Nau muttered to himself. "But far be it from me to question some all powerful force that permeates the universe and gives me an edge over the rest, I guess."

"Youssa gotta lotta learnin' to do if thassa how you be thinkin,'" Craw observed, "But meesa guessin' thassa whatta weesa here for anyways."

"Craw is right," Mikara stated, looking at her senior and then back at the others. "We're here to learn. That's the only reason we find this situation mysterious. Its completely understandable that we can't make too much sense of it at the moment." In all honesty, she was partially annoyed with Shia's change of attitude so quickly. One minute ago, he was saying one thing and then changed his story as soon as he was corrected. Mikara was sure he meant well, but quick changes in attitude just got to her. "Nonetheless, I've heard the caves can be dangerous on occasion. One of the masters told me the cave tests certain people in its own ways."

"Yeah, like with a bunch of shyrack and kinraths for one thing." Kal added in quietly with a dark chuckle. "Should be fun."

Craw would have raised his eyebrows at that if he had any. He was rapidly beginning to feel that there was not going to be nearly enough sense present on the expedition into the caves and that was something that was far from making Craw feel enthusiastic. "Uh... messa nosa sure thatta fun is the point."

"Well I'd say that depends on the person going in." Kal began in a pseudo-philosophical moment. "Everyone's connection to the force is unique, and the path to inner peace is different depending. Some people find they focus best under pressure in the heat of the moment. I know I definitely feel the most peaceful right after a good brawl." With his piece said he dug back into his plate quickly and finished off his last hunk of huurton.

Mikara nodded. "We won't truly know how it will test us until we are there ourselves." The talk of the caves was making the Mikkian excited. She wasn't sure what she was going to find in there. She didn't know how she would be tested. However, the thought of getting her own crystal, and eventually her own lightsaber, made her smile. It may not make her a Jedi Knight, or a Consular, but it definitely brought her one step closer.

Shia just nodded along, "Listening to the hum is essential! You'll get it once you get there." He chuckled a bit, "But it can be fun too! Especially when you get to see what everyone else gets!"

Craw nodded, the Gungan didn't particularly like that his fellow apprentices didn't take the Force very seriously, but he wasn't about to start a stupid argument over something like that. "Meesa can be seein' thata perspective," he contributed, not interested in debating the issue. "Yousa pointsa well seen."

Suddenly, a cup was slammed down on the table in between the apprentices, sprinkling a bit of black coffee out around it. "You're going to get CRYSTALS?" the white, cat-eared creature that was Pachiri the 'trader' exclaimed excitedly as her eyes flickered between all of the present jedi. "Wow! Those are super rare and of course very VALUABLE! Of course you need them for your fancy weapons, I get that, but if you happen to come across a few extra ones, shiny ones, vibrating ones... I'd love to get my hands on- I mean I'd love to see them! When are you going?"

She was talking very fast and the fact that there wasn't even much coffee left in the cup to begin with, hinted heavily at her having just chugged the black liquid down and not quite being able to handle the boost it gave her.

Taka has been listening to the conversations, not sure when to join in. Pachiri's rather sudden entrance seems like as good a time as any. "The expedition was supposed to be yesterday. But now it is today. Presumably some time after breakfast. Taka is looking forward to it, as it has been some time since he has seen caves. He would invite you to join, but the Masters may not allow it."

Pachiri lit up, if possibly, even more at that response. "I'd LOVE to come! I'll get my gear ready! An expedition with Jedis, this will be so much FUN!"

Mikara was surprised when she noticed the Felacatian. She had seen her around and had even talked to her a few times. She hadn't expected the woman to show up at the breakfast table, let alone to ask to go with them. Mikara noticed how similar Pachiri was to Shia, particularly with their happy personalities and fast-talking mannerisms. Mikara enjoyed her company, but she could admit Pachiri could be a bit much. The Mikkian happily greeted the trader with a smile. "It may take some persuading, but I'm sure the masters won't have too many qualms against it as long as you stay with them. The cave is for us apprentices to enter alone. If you remain outside with the Masters, you should be okay."

"Yay!" Pachiri said and finally let go of her coffee mug with a happy smile at the Mikkian.

"Meesa havin' a baaaad feelin' abouta this," Craw mumbled to himself, already feeling that the upcoming expedition was bound to end in some sort of disaster.

Shia looked away, knowing that it wasn't his place to comment on such matters. It was for the masters to decide that really. He didn't share as much in Craw's sentiments, but he felt that the masters wouldn't allow outsiders to come with them. After all, this was supposed to be something the apprentices did on their own.



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She had a certain air about her.

Whenever she entered a room in the Enclave, apprentices usually quieted down and either turned to face her, starry-eyed, or turned away out of intimidation. Saramarka was one of the strongest and wisest voices on the Dantooine Jedi Council, and certainly the most fiercest of them. You might not think so when you first saw her, though. Her neutral face was always calm. Sharp lines, skin as dark as the ground in the crystal caves, eyes like two brown wells of sheer power. She dressed as simply as any Jedi Master would, being a very practical woman. Even her hairstyle had been effectively reduced to the very thinnest layer of what would surely be impressively tight, black curls if left to grow.

You could also never quite predict what she was going to do next. She did not often eat together with the rest of the Enclave, simply because routines made her feel restrained. As such, nobody could be quite prepared when she entered the Cantina this morning, either. Suddenly, she was simply standing there among the Apprentices, having approached from behind quietly like a predator.

"Meesa havin' a baaaad feelin' abouta this," Craw mumbled, probably not meaning for many to hear his sentiments. But the predator, of course, did.

"Then clear your mind, Apprentice, and focus on the possibilities. Not your fears," Saramarka remarked from just behind him. Her voice was, as it always was, dark for being a woman's, but also curiously smooth. As if today, she wasn't out to intimidate them on purpose.

While most of the Apprentices suddenly stood up straighter, or sat up straighter in Shia's case, Pachiri instead took the starry-eyed route.

"Master Doro!" she said happily. "I was wondering when you would show up today! I'm sure there's some coffee left for you, or-"

"I prefer not to drug myself up when I require focus," Saramarka replied, only slightly notably irritated.

"Oh, of course! Well, this day certainly requires focus, from what I heard these guys talking about," Pachiri said more seriously, or at least joke-seriously, nodding. "And what better way than to bring an extra hand or two with you to the caves?"

"You are not coming with us, ms Pawtear," was Saramarka's instant response. "I see no way in which you would be more of a help than a burden on a mission supposed to make Jedi Apprentices grow-"

"Oh, don't say that! Did you know what I came across the other day?" Pachiri interrupted and leaned over the table beside her coffee mug. "One of the renowned Dantooine families-"

"Renowned, you say."

"Yes, renowned. They happened to have quite the collection of prototype weapons laying around, which I was happy to take off their hands!"

"Prototype, you say."

"Yes, prototype. And-"

"You mean they were developed and tested without the Jedi Council's approval, according to the agreement that was made when we returned to the Enclave and offered to keep the peace here?"

"Not my place to know anything about! In any case, some of these weapons are vibroblades with very interesting abilities, very reminiscent of Cortosis Weave weapons! They can repel lightsaber strikes and-"

"Stop!" Saramarka said sharply, holding her hands up. "Farmers had vibroblades? Outlawed weapons? Meant to counter lightsabers?"

"Are you not incredibly happy that these are now in my possession instead of having been stolen by criminals?"

Saramarka now gave Pachiri a look as if the cat lady was an inexplicably annoying bug she wanted to stomp but couldn't. "I will talk to the Council," she said, still with a calm voice despite her expression. "Meanwhile..." She now turned to the Apprentices around them instead. "You should all finish your business here and get ready. We are heading out into the countryside in half an hour. Since we are heading out, the Council has permitted you to wear any protective or utility gear you deem useful. Regarding weapons though, we greatly discourage you bringing guns," she said, as if the word gave a bad taste in her mouth, "and instead bring your light saber, another blade, or similar melee type. You are meant to feel and sense your way through this day, not slaughter a path forward. We will meet you in the front yard in half an hour."

With that, the Jedi Master left the Cantina, without touching a single sandwich or cup.

"Aaand if you don't happen to have a blade you like, you know where to find one," Pachiri added and glanced at the Apprentices before winking to Mikara and picking up her very empty coffee cup. "See you soon! Probably!"


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Mikara feat. Pachiri


"I'll scratch your back, you scratch mine."

Mikara smiled back at Pachiri after she noticed the Felacatian wink at her. She always found a way to surprise the Mikkian and that's exactly what she did in her conversation with Master Doro. Even Aevux would quiet down when around the Master, but Pachiri managed to not even flinch. Even Mikara found herself quiet in the presence of Master Doro. She respected all of the masters, but Master Doro seemed to just call for utmost silence when she was talking. Mikara shook her thoughts away and excused herself from the table, saying good-bye to her fellow apprentices.

After disposing of her dishes (which she was luckily not on duty for), the Mikkian made her way to the hangar where she knew Pachiri's ship would be. Of all the things Mikara knew about Pachiri, it was that she had a good taste in spacecraft. Ex-smuggler to smuggler, Mikara respected and liked that about the Felacatian. "It's a Correlian model, isn't it?" called Mikara. She didn't know exactly where Pachiri was, but with those ears, Mikara knew she could hear her.

"You know it!" Pachiri's voice came from the open entrance. She emerged within seconds, walking down the small ramp. "YT-1760 model! Not exactly brand new, but. You know. She gets me where I want to go. So, dear, what can I get you today?" she asked, excitedly and clapped her hands together when she reached Mikara's side.

"That's really all you need as a pilot," Mikara said in agreement. "Well, to be completely honest, I'm here to ask about those vibroblades that you have." Mikara pulled out her training saber, igniting it. "If these caves are as dangerous as I've heard, I think this thing won't do much to help us out. It can cause minor burns and bruises, but that's it."

"Oooh. You want the good stuff? Come on in!"

Pachiri disappeared up the ramp again. The ship wasn't too large, but it led into a surprisingly cozy interior despite this particular ship's shady ancestry. Pachiri motioned for Mikara to take a seat in the center of the ship. After a minute or so, she returned with several large crates, looking way too heavy for the petite feline. She managed to dump them onto a wide table though.

"These are, like I said, possibly not real Cortosis weave weapons. I don't know what people that Dantooine family enlisted to make these for them, but they are clearly prototypes with some bigger plan behind, seeing as they are all different... and of varying quality I might add," Pachiri spoke as she was about to open up one crate but changed her mind. With a kind smile, she instead opened another one. "For you, my friend, I won't even show you the lesser ones. You'll need something special!"

The crate she opened up contained three blades, neatly placed. Pachiri assumed that Mikara actually knew more about the weapons than she did herself, so she just looked expectantly at the Mikkian now instead of continuing her explanations.

The cozy interior made Mikara feel right at home upon walking into the Neon Puma. It was a nice ship, after all, despite its old age. Some obvious changes were made to the ship, such as the bulky shield generators and the use of one of the berths as an extra cargo hold. It partly reminded her of her crew's own ship, though it was obviously smaller.

"Hopefully, Master Doro will bring this up with the rest of the Counsel," said Mikara as she examined the three blades put in front of her. Though they weren't of the best quality, they were still decent blades in some regards. It was fairly obvious that the craftsmanship wasn't top notched, but many of the basics were applied and it was a nice attempt. "They aren't the most attractive pieces, but they do work," said the Mikkian with a smile. She picked up the blade farthest to the left, noting it's long length. It was in a very rapier-like style, slightly curved at the hilt to help with blade work and movement.

"I do like this one. Its simple and surprisingly balanced."

"I knew you'd like it!" Pachiri giggled, but then turned more serious. "I'm pretty sure that the Jedi will want to take these off my hands... They seem to think that they can do whatever they want here. It's not like I'd redistribute them to some raiders or something though! Well, at least not on Dantooine," she added with a thoughtful gaze into the distance, before she shrugged. "So, how about... You keep that." She pointed at the rapier in Mikara's hands. "I'll fetch you a sheath to make it a bit more subtle. You keep that, my friend... And maybe one day, you'll remember this and do me a favor, yeah?"

The Felacatian's smile was sugary sweet, hopeful even.

Mikara looked at Pachiri suspiciously. Of course she'd want a favor. It was the smuggler's way. I'll scratch your back, you scratch mine, they often say. She considered the proposition for a moment. No matter what, the Jedi were bound to confiscate the weapons from her. It was only natural and getting them away from criminals and such would be beneficial for everyone. She knew Pachiri would never sell the items to criminals, but no one knew what could happen afterwards.

"I wouldn't suppose you could hint at what you might need later on?"

Pachiri closed the crate containing the other two vibroblades. "I don't know, maybe the day will never even come! But right now, I'm not in a pinch and desperately in need of credits, to be honest. I just want to help a friend out. And maybe one day she'll help me out. Maybe! That okay?"

Mikara considered it for a moment more before putting her hand out. She trusted the Felacatian for the most part and she didn't believe her favor would be anything too extreme. "I'll take you up on your offer than, Pachiri."



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With Master Saramarka's departure, the other apprentices began finishing their meals and conversations. Taka, having already eaten and barely been involved in conversation, immediately headed back to his room, Katy following close behind. "Taka will see you all in half an hour, yes? The caves await!"

Upon arriving at his dark room, Taka started gathering the things he would need, with Katy rattling off a list. "Okay, Master! So we have your canteen, your backup canteen, snacks, tool belt, and of course..."

A vibrant yellow light illuminated the room as Taka activated his lightsaber. "My lightsaber, yes." Originally a guard shoto, the shorter, thicker blade was designed for defense, and for a Human Jedi, it was more of a dagger, really. But for someone of Taka's size, it would suffice. "Just remember the Master's words, Katy. We are not allowed guns on this mission. You know what 'prohibited' means, yes?"

"Only use it when strictly necessary!" Katy bobbed in the air happily, extending the small blaster barrel concealed in her chassis. "Exactly! The Masters don't like guns, yes, but Taka would rather have it just in case!" He sheathed his blade, clipping it to his belt and making sure to lock his door behind him. "Come, Katy. We will wait for the others at the entrance, yes." "And you can keep practicing moving stuff while we wait! Yay, learning!" Katy hid her gun and followed after Taka, playing some upbeat traveling music.
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BANG!

An iriaz fell dead across the plains, shot directly in the head from sniper fire two thousand yards ahead. The culprit was Mainx, the scout of Rheed's Raiders. He wore green camoflauged Legacy-era Mandalorian style armor, fitted around him comfortably for greater mobility, albeit less defense. Mainx preferred it that way, as his scouting rarely brought him to close quarter combat. The Mandalorian was parched between a bed of rocks along the plains, gathering what information he could before he would report back to Camp Bensen. He preferred to be out here on his own rather than the rest of them. Besides Rheed and Xirot, he didn't much care for the others. Mainx had left with Clan Vik at the same time Rheed had. He didn't completely share Rheed's pacifist philosophy, as Mainx called it, but he despised that Clan Vik's brutality of innocent bystanders who couldn't fight back. Mainx preferred the stronger opponents over anything else, which was one of the reasons he agreed to go after the Jedi crystals. But he was also one of the few who could call Rheed a friend, so he generally followed the man's lead, even if he didn't always agree with him.

Here he sat now, practically alone with a field full of game to help practice his skills. Scouting missions generally turned more into target practice for the Mandalorian. This kept his skills sharp, and his bloodlust in check. Everybody won. Except the dead game. He scanned the fields with his scope for further targets, checking to see if anything popped up. A few more Iriaz grazed the fields, and he spotted a pack of kath hounds further down. He contemplated shooting at them, but figured he would save that for a later date. He had to be heading back soon. Mainx sighed and prepared to pack up, but a figure suddenly caught his gaze. Even from a distance, he could tell it was Mandalorian armor. Modified definitely, but the style was there. Mainx wondered if it was an actual Mandalorian who wore it, or if it was stolen. Either one made the scout intrigued, because it meant Rheed's Raiders weren't the only Mandos around. Mainx repositioned himself and observed the Mandalorian through his scope, his finger ready on the trigger. A shot from the tall grass took out a huurton feasting on a dead animal with impressive accuracy, but only seconds later the unknown in mando armor seemed to forego the advantage of stealth. Apparently he was in the mood for a challenge, and dispatched the rest of the predators with just his knife before lugging two of the corpses over his shoulders and departing.

Mainx was intrigued. Not only was there another Mandalorian, not only was he capable, but as far as he could tell, the hunter seemed relatively young too. The only thing he found off was that he was alone. He didn't appear to be a scout. Although Mainx couldn't be sure. This meant he was either out on his own for whatever reason, or he was definitely not a Mandalorian, which meant that armor wasn't originally his. Either scenario made Mainx a bit giddy. He contemplated whether to play a little game of cat and mouse with the man, or whether to report it back to Rheed. For now, he continued to observe.

-----

Lying across the plains was another sniper, the quiet and stoic Akshae of the Bloodborne. Her red armor was a bit of an eyesore on the green plains, but luckily her stealth field generator was functioning appropriately. Otherwise, Orar would have a stiff talking to. From Aayla of course. Akshae hardly spoke to anyone aside from Aayla and her right and left hands. The rest were her comrades, but not her friends. She would still fight alongside them, as Aayla's presence guaranteed order in the ranks. Disorder was riddled out with a blaster and a few choice words. Therefore, one was expected to fear and respect the Bloodborne Leader. Being sent on recon duty was a common occurence for Akshae and she was good at it. Subsquently, she was perhaps criticized the least of all the Bloodborne. She always came back with some information. Though, this time, she expected that if she didn't bring something that was useful, Aayla would do something. Not kill her. But it would be close. Aayla's zeal in killing Rheed was hinging on deadly, not just dangerous.

The young Mandalorian in green armor was definitely a tidbit of knowledge that would be useful to Aayla, but given the strange robe and focus on hunting, it was unlikely that he was one of Rheed's. The armored solider was a boy too. Rheed was a coward, but the man had some standards in his choice of recruit. Plus, the Mandalarion was too young and was not familiar to Akshae. Akshae had a good memory, better than most at any rate. She remembered most of Rheed's group, the loyalists to some pacifist cause. It was hard to forget.

Turning her attention elsewhere, light glistened off an object in the distance. It was very far, but Akshae's scanners and scope picked up a body, buried deep in camoflauge. She took a few moments to gather all the information necessary to determine what and who it was. The light deflected from a scope, she was certain and honing in on the object she grinned to herself within in her helmet. "Been a long time, Mainx."

She fired a warning shot. It was time to relive an older rivalry.

-----

Mainx continued to glance at the younger Mandalorian as he departed. The boy had piqued his interest, but he was still uncertain how he should act. Before he could decide, however, a plasma sniper shot soared right by his fact, and charred the rock formation behind him. Mainx instantly scrambled down and took cover. The shot was like a punch of adrenaline, as he felt his hearbeat spike. Mainx felt himself breathe heavily as he tried to determine what exactly happened. After taking a few long, deep inhales, he started forming some possible scenarios.

It could have been that the boy was a distraction, and the other sniper had spotted him earlier and waited for the right time to strike. Or it may be possible it was a different foe altogether. Mainx examined the blaster shot. It was definitely someone who knew what they were doing. He practically felt the heat of the shot sear by his helmet. It was close, too close. In fact, Mainx began to wonder if it was an intentional miss. Could it have been..?

Mainx tried to determine the trajectory of the shot. It seemed to come at him at an angle, meaning the shooter was somewhere to his right. He didn't want to risk trying to check out in the open to see where they could be, however. Instead, Mainx waited for a few minutes in silence. Often, that's what a sniper duel came to: patience. After a while longer of sitting there, Mainx decided to try something. He once more calculated to the best of his ability where the shot could have originated from. Then, he took out a small, compact mirror, and stuck it out past the rocks in the open. From there, he began scanning to see if anything popped up. He moved slowly and steadily through the plains to try and spot something that was amiss.

It took only a few moments for Mainx to realize something was amiss, but it was not in a manner he was likely expecting. With a supremely accurate shot, the mirror he had in his hand for scouting with was a melted piece of mush on the ground, shot cleanly out of his hand with with an energy blast. This time, however, Akshae was not going for a warning shot, but more of a challenge. She wanted Mainx to find her. To challenge her. It had been too long that she blew apart easy targets. It had been too long that combat was boring. It had been too long without any sense of danger. Rheed's crew was composed of Mandalorians that were peers to the Bloodborne. Mainx was hopefully still a challenge for her, even if Akshae had upgraded her equipment since last time.

Mainx cursed silently to himself as he withdrew his arm and watched the melted mirror collapse on the floot beside him. As he observed the destroyed equipment, he confirmed one thing: this was a professional. But Mainx wasn't sure in what capacity. Was it a bounty hunter who was hired by the local farmers? A republic patrol assisting the locals? Mainx wasn't sure, but the manner by which the sniper was going about his shooting was familiar.

Regardless of who it was, Mainx approached it all the same way: the shooter had to die, or be injured enough for him to figure out who else they were with. With the last shot to the mirror, Mainx got a good approximation on their location. It was time to go to work. The Mandalorian prepped his weapon, slinging it over his shoulder, before he suck in a breath, and popped his weapon and head out into the open, for a few brief seconds. Mainx zoomed in on the location the fire came from, spotting only briefly what he thought was a brief distortion in the air, and fired off several rounds, before he proceeded to go back into hiding again.

Akshae ducked for cover and watched as the shots veered into the air. Tch, she internally spat. Either he got rusty, or he's simply looking for cover. Either way, its disappointing. She rolled down the mountain, careful to keep herself out of his presumed line of sight. Giving that Mainx was moving, she was making bold assumptions and hoped that any dust and debris that would be unraveled from her movement would not give away her positioning entirely. She lost her vantage point and was now at the bottom of her small hill. Eying down her scope, she tried to find her target, but Mainx was nowhere to be seen.

As Mainx briefly saw the distorting move, he tried to used this opportunity to change positions as well. The scout tried to keep his scope on his opponent while simultaneously changing positions, but it was difficult to do so while trying to find a good spot and also maintain his footing. Eventually Mainx's sight had to break away and concentrate on finding a better spot.

He was in between a set of trees now, one bent in the front to allow to comfortably lean on, while the bushes made for decent cover from most peering eyes. Tack it on with the same-colored plains as the trees and his armor, and he felt he had a pretty good spot picked out. Problem now was he didn't the other sniper's exact position, only an approximation. They were probably no longer in motion either, which meant Mainx couldn't see any movement. Deciding to take a risk, Mainx fired off four simultaneous shots in a row on where he expected his opponent to be, hoping that either one would hit, or if not, that one would frighten her enough to move drastically, so that he could pick her off.

The shots were relatively close to making contact.If it wasn't for the bushes and stones absorbing some of the impact, Akshae may have been in danger. At least he was still good at estimating a target's position. Akshae was probably the better shot though, at least at this very moment. The trades of shots was exciting for Akshae, but Mainx was still not taking her seriously. She needed to make herself known. She popped a random shot out in the general direction of where Mainx's last flurry was and moved again. She slid from cover to cover, burning through the distance between her and her opponent. As she settled in a small piece of cover, she pulled out her communicator: "Boss. Rheed is still on the planet. Engaged with one of his scouts. I aim to capture him. Kill him if necessary. Akshae out."

Now she would wait and see what Mainx would do.

Mainx cursed again as blaster fire wizzed past his helmet. He quickly hid for cover, but realized his opponent likely used that as a cover to move on. He tried to zoom in and follow any movements, acknowledging the risk of keeping himself exposed. As he saw the quick distortion in the air, Mainx fired off another series of shots before taking cover. He took this brief pause to admire his opponent. Whoever it is, they're good. He thought to himself.

Mainx briefly recited those lines in his head again. Whoever it is. The Mandalorian was fooling himself. There were few shots that were this relentless. Even if it wasn't one of hers, he knew he had better call it in.

"Rheed, this is Mainx. Engaged a hostile sniper. Mando. Well-armed, well-aimed. I can't be sure, but my guess is she's with her."

Mainx's shots were consistent, but still off target. Akshae was beginning to get a good read on him, but she knew that a war of attrition favored him. He was always more patient than she was. He enjoyed the tension of a sniper's duel, and putting together the perfect shot (at least from her perspective). Akshae enjoyed the allure of victory, planting fear in her targets and watching them squirm before she put the lights out. As such, they never saw eye to eye on how a sniper should act. For Akshae, it was time to turn up the volume. Akshae dashed closer and was now within only a thousand yards of the target, if not less. She popped a shot from her rifle and dashed. Popped another shot and dashed. She did this consisently, further closing the distance. The goal was to keep him suppressed and not moving far. It was time to make it a face to face encounter.

Mainx's opponent was closing the distance. Each shot they fired was louder and closer than the previous one. The Mandalorian Mercenary hid for cover after every shot, and returned fire when an opening presented itself. There was some consistency to her movements now. Shoot. Run. Duck, repeat. Mainx merged into that and fired when he thought there was a break. A few times, he managed to spot the movements, and if anything, it basically confirmed for him who it was. Akshae was here.

"Pull out when you get the chance, Mainx," Rheed's calm, low voice came in on the other end. Mainx had no idea what deliberations or internal feelings his boss had been going through up until the point of him speaking, having been silent for some time, but his decision seemed final and resolute. Problem was, Mainx couldn't just up and run now. He doubted Akshae would give him that chance.

"Like I would let you get the chance to escape, Mainx," Akshae said as he popped over his cover and held a pistol to his head, with her other hand firmly grasping her rifle. "You seem to have gotten rusty. Don't tell me old age is hitting you already."

"... Akshae," Mainx murmured. He continued to hold his sniper tightly with one hand, with the other resting on his pistol hidden underneath. He didn't have it pointed yet at her, to keep it hidden, but one small movement was all it would take. "I thought it was you. Still scrambling around like a lost kath hound and pretending to be a sniper?"

Akshae never liked his insults. He always seemed to discount her talents. "This kath hound bested you, so the hunted has become the hunter. She already knows you and your little group is here. You and Rheed are living on borrowed time."

She was as cocky as ever. Mainx hoped to be able to exploit that. He had to keep the conversation going for a bit longer, and perhaps send off a message to Rheed. Although he figured the boss would be able to figure out Mainx's possible fate by the time he stopped reporting in, if it came to that. Mainx snorted. "I figure we've been living on borrowed time for a while. But I'm not convinced that time's up just yet, pup."

"At least you aren't delusional then. Now, come quietly so Aayla can figure out what to do with you. Maybe she will even let you join the Bloodborne. We are far more successful than Rheed's sad excuse of a clan. Of that I can assure you," Akshae proudly stated, as if it was facts. She was not arrogant, but stoic. Not fervent, but logical. She knew she was good. She knew that Aayla was an efficient leader, to put it kindly. She knew that at this point, Mainx was cornered. He would try something. Probably.

"I wouldn't join you butchers if you were the last of our people in the galaxy," Mainx spat. "I think I'll pass on the invite, thanks. Happy to be where I am, and stay there." He was playing a dangerous game. There was a good chance he was getting shot. But he figured if Akshae wanted to shoot him, she would have done it already.

Akshae sighed: "I guess if you won't come quietly...Aayla will have to settle with an injured prisoner." Akshae tightened the grip on her blaster and the finger slowly curled around the trigger. Seeing the female warrior going for the shot, Mainx instinctively brought his blaster from between his sniper and his body and fired. The laser grazed Akshae's armor, but still got her off balance for a second. Akshae's shot struck Mainx on the shoulder, dangerously close to the heart, but apparently enough above it to not be fatal. Mainx backed out of his whole, firing again and trying to duck behind cover to try for his escape. Akshae managed to flip back, dodging the shot and firing off another shot, aiming to cripple the escaping Mainx. She needed him injured, but alive to keep Aayla happy.

The blast grazed Mainx along the leg, causing the Mandalorian to grit his teeth. He limped toward a nearby tree, firing three random shots in Akshae's direction. Two of the shots went wide, but as Akshae was going for one last critical strike, Mainx's shot struck her blaster pistol causing the gun to explode upon contact, launching a number of fragments into her left hand. Akshae's shot struck Mainx along the side, wounding him. He grunted from the pain. It was a deep hit. He cursed his luck, and examined the wound, before bringing his eyes to the surrounding area. He probably would be able to make it to there... probably. But the likelihood of that was low. He had to follow Rheed's orders though... right?

Mainx panted behind the tree. Here he was facing off a worthy opponent, and all Rheed wanted was for him to run. Mainx disliked disobeying the man, but what he disliked even more was running from a worthy fight. He dropped his blaster, and readied his sniper again.

But as he aimed down the barrel he saw nothing. Akshae was gone, with only a trail of smoke left in her wake as she launched away. Mainx was likely going to camp, and Akshae was outgunned and too injured to handle the whole of his camp alone. She would need help, and she knew where she could get that. She got enough intel for now.

Mainx scanned around one more time, and lowered his sniper. The Mandalorian snorted and shook his head in disbelief. Here he was, ready to battle it out to the end, kill or be killed, go out with honor, or rise up with even more.

Looks like it wasn't meant to be. Today.

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Master Peton Eraji
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The party left the Enclave while it was still relatively early on Dantooine. Traveling on foot was assumed by everybody, albeit perhaps by some rather begrudgingly. During the two hours of walking, Pachiri Pawtear had probably managed to annoy each and every one in the group with her recurring moaning. Saramarka's patience luckily was great enough to not lash out at the cat woman this time though.

Eraji had come with, to oversee the group. In reality though, Saramarka suspected that the others on the Dantooine Council were mostly just glad to have a reason to get him away from them for a day. Master Eraji. It was the biggest joke on this side of Coruscant in space. Saramarka refused to sink to their level though. Even though she hardly respected this colleague of hers, she would treat him as she would any other. Jedis shouldn't be led astray by personal emotions and opinions.

They had finally reached the entrance to the vast underground system that was commonly referred to as the Crystal Caves by the locals. Saramarka signaled for the party to stop, and everybody rested for a bit at the cliffs they had halted at. Pachiri dropped her bags on the ground and slumped towards a rock, completely exhausted.

"Mikaraaaa. Why don't Jedis have speeders?" she groaned.

"This will be interesting!" Eraji said with an excited smile, walking up to the other Master Jedi. "They are so eager, both the newbies and the ones who already have their lightsaber in possession."

"They are not newbies," Saramarka said, not moving her gaze from the cave entrance, which was less than fifty meters away now. Right now, Eraji was mostly a distraction. She sensed a disturbance in the force. "I do not have a good feeling about this," she continued.

"Of course they are not. I apologize for my clumsy words," Eraji said, but didn't exactly look apologetic. "I have actually been feeling uneasy too. What do you think it could be about?"

Say what you want about his personality and wisdom, but there was no denying that Peton was very strong in pure force.

"I've been having a strange feeling for days. This could just be part of that. It doesn't have to mean that the Apprentices are in unusual danger."

"Well, they pretty much are," Eraji said, scratching his head and glancing back at the group near the cliffs. "We are sending them in among kinrath. Deaths are not completely unheard of, even among Jedis there."

"They are ready," Saramarka assured him, still without facing him, as she moved back to the group. She made sure to get their attention.

"Apprentices!" she boomed with her strong, dark voice, hands on her hips. "These are the Crystal Caves. A few of you have been here before, then together with others slightly more experienced Apprentices. Now it's your turn. Dantooinian farmers never venture inside. Raiders seldom do, and then only the foolish ones. The monsters likely to lurk inside are non-sentient beasts, functioning on instinct alone. They cannot normally be intimidated, nor fooled. Supposedly, only those in tune with the force can intimidate them or hide from them."

Master Eraji cleared his throat. Saramarka didn't let her annoyance show when she stopped talking and nodded towards him, who continued.

"However, I will be accompanying you into the caves today!" Eraji proclaimed with a grin. "Merely to observe, not to guide. Your every action will be important, as will your choice of crystals-"

"A choice which will not really be your own," Saramarka interjected, stepping forward. "If you let the Force flow through you, you will know which one to take. And where to find it. Give the Force the time it needs to find you."

"Preferably before the kinrath do!" Eraji added with a wink.

"Are kinrath cute?" Pachiri asked slowly, having finally sat up.

"Sort of in the same way a rancor is cute," the male Master replied thoughtfully.

"See you later, guys!" the Felacatian quickly said, suddenly very busy with fixing something on her big crossbow.

Saramarka couldn't help but letting a small sigh escape her lips. This would be a long day of waiting outside of the caves. Or night, even. There was no time limit on this mission - the Force had its mysterious ways, and didn't guide everybody as quickly as others.




APPRENTICES: You may approach Saramarka or Pachiri or Eraji to talk, if you want. I'd prefer if we did that in back and forth posts rather quickly here (: I'll play them.
Else, group up as you like and head into the caves! Kinrath are nasty and abundant. No earthquakes in sight. Note that if you get ahold of a crystal of your preferred color, you should stop posting before you return to the surface. I repeat, this part ends once you've gotten a crystal. (red crystals grow inside unhatched kinrath eggs...)

RAIDERS: shenanigans commence.

BOUNTY HUNTER: kill or be killed! You can have followed the party at a distance, if you like, or have come out near the caves in some other way (you were actually allowed a speeder, I mean).

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"M-master Saramarka?" The Iridonian approached the woman, hands shaking and with his back to the fellow apprentices. "I have a question for you... but I'd prefer it if we could put some distance between us and the others first before I ask it. I'd rather they not hear. So long as you don't mind that is..." the young Zabrak man looked up to his superior with admiration. Anyone with the title of Master was worthy of his interest. But with his recent discoveries on the female species, he was more uneasy than usual with his approach. "It's... about the force... I hope you don't mind."
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"Rheed, this is Mainx. Engaged a hostile sniper. Mando. Well-armed, well-aimed. I can't be sure, but my guess is she's with her."

The words from his scout continuously resonated in Rheed's head. In the years since his warring days, Rheed had traveled half a galaxy away to avoid the ghosts of his past. He never would like to admit that he was running from anything or anyone in particular. Only that he wanted to bury whatever he had been. But recently it seemed there was something tangible from which he ran. It's form was a person, in fact. Or rather, she appeared as thus. The way she pursued him, she was more beast than man. A vengeful spirit out for blood. A hunter stalking her prey across the plains of the galaxy.

And that bloodthirsty pursuer's name was Aayla.

Having heard that Aayla and her 'Bloodborne' were on Dantooine, Rheed's first inclination was to take the first ship off. In fact, that was exactly what he had stated they'd do. So why was he now on a speeder with the rest of the group headed toward the caverns? The others didn't feel the same. After Mainx returned, explained of his interaction with Akshae and received treatment, the others immediately began jumping on the idea of remaining and finishing what they set out to do. Vros, Drun, and Uku all wanted to continue on toward the caves. Even Braal, Xirot and the injured Mainx preferred to finish it. Rheed had to expect it. They were Mandalorian warriors. They yearned for a worthy opponent. The Jedi and the Bloodborne gave them that. Rheed only wished he felt the same. Damn it! Why did he have to feel so different? What was it about him that made him different from other Mandalorians?

Rheed shook his head and sighed. Seeing the caverns in the distance ahead, he began to signal for his gang to slow down as he began to park his own speeder among some elevated rock formations. The spot offered some nice cover while giving a decent view to the entrances of the caverns. They were also far enough so that they probably wouldn't draw any unwanted attention, a hidden motive for just Rheed. If Aayla truly was here, he'd rather avoid her at all costs.

"We'll set up here," Rheed ordered. He looked over his group. "Mainx, you go to the far side and set up away from us, just in case anything pops up... Xirot, go do the same. We'll have two back-ups this time around."

Mainx nodded and proceeded to head off, but Rheed grabbed his shoulder. "Take it easy, alright? We don't want you opening up those wounds."

Mainx nodded. "Don't worry, Rheed. I live for moments like these," The confident sniper answered with a smile before slipping on his helmet. Rheed frown from underneath his. Xirot took off in the other direction as instructed without a word.

"So what now?" Vros asked, somewhat impatiently. Rheed could tell the others were a bit skeptical about Rheed's plan. This usually didn't happen, they were generally quite receptive to his leadership. He had to cement himself as someone confident and strong in their eyes.

"We wait," Rheed answered. "The Jedi are inside now. If I'm guessing, Aayla and her pack may be too. And maybe others. We let them play around and then we'll dive in."

"Seems dishonorable," Drun commented. "Like we're playing the opportunist, hitting the opponent while they're weak. I don't think anyone here wants to do that, Rheed."

Rheed looked over the younger Mando in his armor. He had to keep their heads in line. "Not quite, Drun. We're only seasoning them. Whoever makes it out of those caves will be the stronger warriors. Why waste our time with the weaklings when we could just root out the ones we truly deserve to fight? It's not the weak who make it out, it's the strong who fight out."

Drun looked at Rheed in silence for a moment. Seeming to agree ultimately with Rheed's logic, he nodded, and took up position. Rheed silently sighed in relief, and steadied himself to relax on a grouping of rocks.


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"It's... about the force... I hope you don't mind."

Saramarka turned to look at the nervous zabrak who had approached her. She found this apprentice interesting. From what she understood, he hadn't had an easy life. But here he was, seemingly very eager to develop his connection to the Force and become a real Jedi. Saramarka had not told him, because she never quite told people, but she respected his attitude.

"Of course not, Aevux," she said, without hostility, and motioned for him to follow her a few steps away. It didn't matter if it was him or one of the others, if she would be honest. She would always listen to an apprentice with questions or concerns.

They rounded a cliff, just out of earshot from the others. "Now, tell me what is troubling you," Saramarka said with a furrowed brow.
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Apprentice, Aevux Sepo - Uneasy beginnings

"Thank you Master." The young Jedi took a slight bow after the woman agreed without question. They went to a more secluded spot, out of the earshot of the others and Aevux took a few deep breaths. He was alone, with both a superior and a woman. The thought excited, but also frightened him. There was nobody to break them up, nobody to take her away, and nobody else to try and focus on. In this moment there was only he and her.

"Master," he began shakily, "I don't know what all you've heard from my past... but, ever since I was attacked at a young age I was left without the Force. Ever since that day, I've been completely unable to feel it. I can feel and understand where it should be, but when I reach for that place, when I grasp at that power all I feel is a deep emptiness. You said... you said that there were monsters who lurk inside the caves, and only those in tune with the Force can intimidate or hide from them... and you also say that if we let the Force flow through us, we will know which stone to take and where to find it... but what about me? I don't... I can't feel the force. I can't intimidate these beasts, and I can't find the stones I'm destined for." The young man began to shake as he fought back tears.

"I've never felt such fear in my life. Not even when I was a child did I feel as helpless and without hope as I do now. I know not how to proceed safely, and fear that even entering that place at this time will result in my most certain death. Help me Master, help me. Guide me. Tell me what I must do to survive! How does one without the Force proceed into such an event that so desperately requires it!" The boy's voice rose as he grew more uncertain of all that there was, and it continued to rise until it was almost to the point of a yell. The others had surely heard him, but Aevux couldn't hear anything at the moment. His mind was filled with fear, a cloudy red darkness lingered behind it waiting for his will to fully give way.
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