With those simple words, myriad Jedi and Padawans had fallen under the trigger of a blaster. They were all but purged from the galaxy. Survivors, desperate to live on hid, in exile and scattered to distant, remote planets. The Galactic Senate had crumbled, giving way to the Empire.
But balance must return to the Force, and secretly, Jedi are roaming the galaxy to find Padawans, a new generation to train in the ways of the light side of the Force. A rebellion is forming and those once undiscovered in the Wild Space and the Unexplored Sector are now making their voices heard.
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by Dvorak-Kevik-Vermin Sat Mar 25, 2017 4:27 pm
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by Dvorak-Kevik-Vermin Mon Mar 06, 2017 1:15 pm
"Please bring the survivors of Pandora to the bridge?" She said confusingly, as if she couldn't decide if this was an order a statement. It seemed discovering the presence of a faux Sith Lord, dark none-the-less and darker-still, as well as feeling the decimation of one of the highest force sensitive locations in the universe was taking its toll on her calm demeanour.
"Now!" She snarled. After further calculations, that was indeed an order.
He left the barracks and headed for the medical bay where they were keeping Riti and Dvorak, to make sure they were healthy.
He walked into the medbay and to their little beds, seperated by a curtain.
"Boss wants to see you two. Feel up for a conference?" Now that he thought about it, why didn't she just mentally, or forcefully, or whatever, ask the jedi themselves to meet up? Oh well.
Dvorak looked at Riti. They both nodded and slipped from the beds. They followed Vermin.
Chimera Forta's door slid open and the three walked in.
"Is that all, Commander?" Vermin asked.
She whispers, and muddled sounds bounce towards the two Jedi. "The Empire is aware of two new profiles. They will be coming. It will be your personal responsibly to assure nobody without clearance leaves enters the station, especially that Doug and his fishy bouncer! Hell, I don't even want anyone to look at a communicator until I've seen every file of every ant on this station who might want a crumb from the Empire. Take Hippolyta and scan every inch of this place, capiche!"
She waited for his response before turning to the new members of her potential team.
But, all this paled in comparison to why Vermin was really here on the station. He gave a sharp, resolute nod. "Yes, Commander."
"Now, what to do with you two." She stopped herself, never having trained another Jedi before, always wanting to keep that dream lost with The Clone War. She knew she could never make it a reality... given the circumstances. Any Jedi trained in this age was no Jedi, but simply a user of the force. Still, shadows of this troubling war clung to every piece of her mettle, and she could not shake its blackness. There was always war for the commander, and she made its misery her business as well as her madness.
"Has anyone explained to you two what this station is exactly?" She sized them up, and they were quite variant in size. To her, the lack of civilization that dripped from them like soaking clothes was a more obvious trait. She gave a foxy smile, trying to cover her discomfort with their bushy smell.
When Chimera Forta turned to Dvorak Seti, he nodded. "My master, Master Thiacyn and I, were on our way here, hiding from The Purge when our ship was damaged and we crashed on Pandora. She..." Dvorak's small ears lowered a little.
Chimera Forta had known Master Thiacyn, a surprisingly gentle female from a difficult upbringing. Part Chiss, part Nagai, Thiacyn was just as much as uncomfortable with her own skin as sometimes Chimera Forta could be. They had trained as younglings together. And now...
Dvorak Seti tilted his head, sensing a shift in Chimera Forta. "I...humbly request, Master Chimera Forta...that I continue to train Riti in the ways of the Jedi. If only to pass on Master Thiacyn's teachings. However, I sense great presence of the Force in her, in all Na'vi. And she is the last. Please. Please, allow me to take her as my padawan."
It was obvious the Na'vi was chosen by the force. Any finally surviving member of any race didn't just get there by being lucky. There is no such thing as luck - only the faith in the force. "There are too few of us left for me too say no to you, Dvorak... She trailed, desperately wishing she didn't have to say more, but she had some requirements. "...So I won't. However, you must understand my responsibility to order if The Light of the Force is to continue to beacon in this age of The Darkside. I have two requirements before you may train Riti: firstly, I require that you complete your training of becoming a Jedi Knight before I grant you the title of Master and allow you to train the Na'vi. Secondly, if you truly have soaked in the values of master Thiacyn, I require that once you have completed your training, you join me on The New Jedi Counsil."
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Near the door, there was an extreme burst of burning anger coming from Vermin. He looked casual, but Chimera could see it in the way his shoulders were tense, the glossiness of his little gold eyes, something was on his mind, and it caused him great rage.
Then, she mothered, similar to how she used to be before The Purge. If Dvorak remembered, this might have brought him a tear. "I will guide her while you are gone, I promise." Chimera smiled, breathing out softly as she kneeled to his level. She definitely wasn't chastising him like a child, but providing a promise among kindred.
"Riti, what a beautiful name." Chimera complimented, her jewel green eyes trying to remember what Master Thiacyn had said long ago about reading the force within others; the former Jedi Master Thiacyn even had the ability to read the force within the minds and souls of corpses. Chimera could feel much power amongst her sadness, and, fear -- no, this was the master's own fear. She would embrace such fear and dwell in its grey areas until she understood it better. Perhaps, it would make her wiser, perhaps it would ruin her. This was the very lesson she was forced to teach Dvorak before he could train his apprentice fully. Yes, it was a dangerous way of looking at her mediation with the force, but, as long as she knew that, she could stay there for decades. More importantly, Riti was to be treated with much care, and heavy eyes. Chimera had to act accutely but tentatively.
Chimera looked regal as she came to her final conclusion. "I will oversee your training while Dvorak is gone. For now, Dvorak will need to meditate an see exactly where it is the force wishes him to be." She explained. "This is not to be confused with where he would like to be..." She warned.
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Vermin adjusted his jaw, and his anger noticeably calmed.
Dvorak cleared his throat. "I have a request. Riti's padawan braid was severed on the Sanghilli ship. May I re-braid it for her?"
"If you must. When you are finished, Vermin will escort you back to your separate chambers. Vermin, when you have them safe and sound, I will see you in the docking to deal with our recent security matters. In the TCXen000, please." She stated matter-of-factly, as if her compassion for the day had suddenly been spent, before turning-face and reassessing command. "I shall have a squadron ready for you, Dvorak, when you are ready to complete your training and except the path the force wants for you. Trust in it, the force can be harsh or forgiving; recently, I have found it to be the former, but it does not lie. Honesty is a tricky, fickle thing." She assured him without turning. She was a Commander once more and wanted to get on with pressing issues - like the fact her station was infested with smugglers and desperation. She would have order soon enough.