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| Chuin | Date: Tuesday, 08 Dec 2009, 2:12 PM | Message # 1 |
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| By the looks of Chuin, which was his name given to him by the Jedi master that had found him. You'd say he was generally up to no good. Probably the fact that he looked more like an evil-do-er then some one willing to sacrifice his time and his life for the protection of others. He was a Jedi knight, keeper of peace throughout the galaxy. Wind blowing on a cold day on Yavin, he'd imagine the wind blowing through his hair, but since he only had bristles and generally never exposed them he'd just stand there at the Jedi Praxeum of Jedi Master Luke Skywalker. Well he wasn't really in the temple more like outside of the temple looking at it with his arms crossed. It wasn't long until a hulking ceratopsian quadruped came crawling out of the closet and stood behind Chuin looking at the temple as well. The Tchuukthai growled lowly, playing it off like he was a ferocious beast. The Jedi masters and knights inside the temple knew the Tchuukthai, it was Chuin's companion and life long friend. Nrak. The hand of the Kubazian Jedi knight extended and hovered on over to Nrak, he'd then rub his head and continue to look at the Jedi Praxeum. After enough time passed of him looking at the Massassi temple he sighed and tried speaking in basic, it wasn't easy for him but he knew how to do it. "Soon... They... Let... Me... Trai-" he groaned, dropped his head and shook it. All Chuin really wanted was something to do, perhaps find out what happened on a planet, protect an ambassador for a day or something, his previous mission from the Jedi council was done and they've yet to give him a new one, he kinda felt like they forgot about him but he just knew they were busy, so he just continued to stand outside of the great temple, looking at it. Hoping something would happen, like him getting a mission. Or hell something crashing near the temple and he'll go see what happened.
Chuin Solestar, Fallen Jedi Knight.
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| Streen | Date: Tuesday, 15 Dec 2009, 12:12 PM | Message # 2 |
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| An old man grunted as he labored up the hill, approaching Chuin. The man's weary demeanor was deceptive, however—all of the students knew that Streen had at his command the power of the heavens; that is, the weather. The bearded Jedi Master had never been so interested in the Force purely as a weapon, or tool, or as an enhancement of one's own senses as most Jedi tended to study. Rather, he'd always had an affinity for nature; for the natural world that he sensed all around him and, specifically, the weather that provided sustenance to it all. Like the Force itself, Streen reasoned, the weather could be a constructive or a profoundly destructive force, depending on how it was applied. "There you are, Chuin," he called to the Jedi Knight, his voice carried in the wind. "Hello, Nrak," he added. The old man mounted the hill, gathered himself and stood beside the two of them, gazing down on the Academy grounds and what appeared to be storm clouds assembling in the distance. He allowed the moment to pass serenely before he went on. "I wonder," he said, speaking for the Council, "if you would be interested in going to Dantooine? I'm sure you've heard of the plague on that planet, and the Council believes we can be of assistance. It's also rumored that there are ancient Jedi artifacts on the planet that it would be useful to have in the Academy's posession. What do you think?"
Jedi Master Streen
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| Chuin | Date: Tuesday, 15 Dec 2009, 1:54 PM | Message # 3 |
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| The Kabuzian's gaze turned to the Jedi Master that had called upon him, he'd of course bow and Nrak would snarl, playfully of course. "Ma-st." he groaned then continued to speak. "er..." He sighed in relief, Basic was not an easy language for him. He'd listen to the Jedi Master speak about him going into action instead of roaming around the Jedi Praxuem. After Master Streen spoke he turned his head to Nrak and looked at him. He'd then look at Streen nonce again and nod in agreement. "I.... Will." He patted Nrak on the head then bowed to the Jedi Master, his way of thanking him for the job offer.
Chuin Solestar, Fallen Jedi Knight.
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| OwenCalipso | Date: Wednesday, 16 Dec 2009, 3:02 PM | Message # 4 |
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Frustration bloomed, and Owen lost his concentration for a second—allowing several of the books to plummet and hit the ground. Angry with himself, Owen rose from his seat and scratched the little bit of stubble that was beginning to grow. It had been almost nine years since he had returned from Dathomir and began spreading the word of the Force. While not a religion, his teachings had come to a near academic perspective of the force, following the great teachings of Jace Varitek—but by far more religious that Varitek himself would ever be comfortable with. Still, for nine years, Owen had spread the word of the Force to the distant force groups in the Outer Rim (or any patrons willing to listen) yet had been recalled from his missionary work when news reached the Outer Rim of the Senate’s attack against the New Jedi Order. Now, for nearly three months, Owen—a new Jedi Knight—had been trying to focus himself, and his foresight; to learn the ways of the force and bathe in the eternal serenity of its glory—only to be stopped by new debauchery the Senate chose to engaged in. Angrily, Owen flicked his wrist, sending the galactic transmitting radio through the air to crunch against the wall like a piece of paper. The move shocked even the young Jedi Knight, who had not intended to put such strength behind his actions. Hastily, he felt out through the force for the familiar signature of any Jedi Master—finding Jedi Master Streen to be closest (and not in Council session). Rising to his feet, Owen quickly checked his appearance in the mirror. Brown boots, white pants, and a brown tunic—the standard garb of a Jedi Knight. His robe was tucked in the closet, since the Temple tended to run hot this time of year, but Owen took the time to dress before walking out of the Academy grounds and towards the very hill that the two Force-sensitives (sorry, three, Owen sometimes neglected that Nrak was intelligent) were engaged in conversation. “Master Streen,” Owen greeted, his hands folded in opposing sleeves as he tried to compose himself. While physically the man was calm and collected, the spiritual energies that bubbled beneath seemed to seethe with an anger, “might I have a word.”
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| Streen | Date: Wednesday, 16 Dec 2009, 3:44 PM | Message # 5 |
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| "Good man," Streen said to Chuin, as he considered patting the Jedi Knight assuringly on the shoulder but refrained from doing so. Instead, he simply stood beside the two of them in silence, his gaze listing about the Academy grounds and Yavin's dense trees which had begun to sway in the wind; the weathered old Master had always preferred solitude largely because, as a young man, his mind was bombarded with the thoughts and feelings of others—not realizing his Force sensitivity, Streen became asocial and shied from the company of others. With age, however, came understanding, and his training at the Academy had helped him to overcome much of his apprehension. But still, he remained a man of few words who tended to keep to himself (although he enjoyed moments of silent contemplation such as this one). He sensed a familiar presence—Owen Calipso, a Jedi Knight—ascending the hill behind him. His mind was turbulent, like an angry sea. Streen turned deliberately to greet him, his hands resting on his belt. He smiled, as pleasantly as he could manage; moreover, his presence radiated calm. "Of course you can," he said pacifically, "What can I do for you, Owen?"
Jedi Master Streen
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| OwenCalipso | Date: Wednesday, 16 Dec 2009, 4:03 PM | Message # 6 |
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“Well Master,” Owen began, his mind reeling from a sudden conflict of emotions. Streen’s calmness seemed to radiate outward, and it was difficult for Owen’s own anger to continue unabated. Still, his recent anger was directed towards the New Republic Senate, not the New Republic. “What is the Jedi Order going to do about the recent accusations in the Senate? Are we to start charging for our diplomatic activities? We are few and far in between, but most planets and organizations that we have aided have often given us charitable contributions. Does the Republic expect us to become a business and sell our services like a common Mandalorian?” Once more his anger seemed to begin to bubble—clearly this was a point of contention between his emotions and his Jedi training. “I don’t understand how such a noble government such as the New Republic can blatantly slap us across the face, and yet still demand our loyalty. Ever are we the guardians of democracy and peace, but now they wish to take our lightsabers too?” With thin lips and white knuckles, Owen silenced himself before he shouted; then continued with a clearly strained composure. “What does the Council plan to do Master?”
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| Streen | Date: Wednesday, 16 Dec 2009, 4:59 PM | Message # 7 |
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| Streen laughed in a defusing manner, like a grandfather with untold wisdom of the world (it was a role that suited him, in many respects). "Nothing," he told Owen, assuringly, "Some people will always misunderstand the Jedi, Owen. This is nothing new, but throughout it all the Jedi have stood the test of time. The winds may pummel a mountain and even change its form, but the mountain still stands. So it is with us." The Jedi Master glanced at him and noticed that he didn't seem convinced. Streen's brow furrowed; this state of mind was peculiar to Owen who was, typically, so confident and comfortable with his own, spiritual connection to the Force. Surely, that connection was an immutable one, and could not be shaken by the petty grievances of ignorant fools (indeed, criticism was so common—and so unenlightened—that most at the Academy had learned to take it in stride). "This supposed ban on lightsabers is but one of many silly things that some Senators propose," Streen assured him, "If Master Skywalker believed it was going anywhere, he would make his concerns known to us, and to the Senate. Moreover, we have a friend in Ponc Gavrisom. All else is transient; the Force is forever, and this must be our occupation, Owen, not petty politics. You know this better than most."
Jedi Master Streen
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| OwenCalipso | Date: Wednesday, 16 Dec 2009, 10:53 PM | Message # 8 |
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“Of course Master.” Owen sighed, the action taking a grandiose amount of time—as if he had envisioned the entirety of his stress being vented in one benign action. Little did it do to actually relieve stress, but it did allow him the time to consider his thoughts. “But I don’t see this as petty politics, with all due respect Master. Just what is the Jedi Order going to do about the paying ‘rent’? I know it isn’t the place of a Jedi Knight to worry about the funds and standing of the Order, but I find that in lieu of meditation I’m consumed by a worry over the Order and its future. We have diminished numbers, and every roadblock we encounter only further impeaches our ability to function. Surely the Senate understands this?”
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