A New Jedi Order (IC Thread)

WinterFrost

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It was a typical day on Yavin 4's Jedi Academy, as the students went about their daily lives. Aside from a few assorted conflicts on the outer rim, the galaxy they served was now prospering in an era of relative peace. And even though the events from a few decades ago still haunted the hearts and minds of some, most of the Jedi seemed at ease.

Jairania Orgunna stood sweating, with a small smirk on her face in the training room. She wore a sleeveless tunic, which hugged her form and showed more of her curves than could really be considered suitable for a Jedi. In her hand, a cyan blade hummed rhythmically before she turned it off, the blade making a snap-hiss.

The training room looked like a battlefield, with several droids scattered in pieces all over the floor. Jairania couldn't help but give a prideful laugh at her accomplishment. Everyday, she felt her self growing more talented and more powerful in the Force, and especially in her lightsaber skills. She couldn't help but wonder if she could take one of the masters in a duel someday soon. Pushing that one thought to the back of her mind, she turned to see what the other students were up to...
 
Eeth sat in one of the gardens of the Academy, excerising his mind, keeping it sharp for any situation. At this point in time, he was running through various lightsaber and marital arts techniques. He was oblivious to a group of young female students, standing on the other side of a fountain ten feet away, who were watching him closely and whispering amongst themselves, with the occasional giggle breaking out.

Eeth had long since gotten used to members of the opposite gender oggling him, for he was quite the looker. But he never took advantage of that fact, and had no intention of doing so. So, he simply downplayed any advances made on him to just casual chit-chat.

He was a rather humble man for one of his talent and skill. He had considerable physical strength and a keen mind to complitment it. Eeth had been number two in his class for lightsaber technique, the number one spot being held by the instructor. Sure, he was good with a lightsaber, but he had no intention of testing himself against a master until he had to. In fact, he despised fighting, and would only resort to fighting if there was no other option.

So, Eeth continued to sit there in the garden, now going over battle tactics in his mind.
 
A subtle ripple trails through the gates of the Yavin 4 academy, deftly weaving trough the various people walking around. A few of the more skilled members of the academy noticed it and knew who it was, even less knew why, Sil was one of the more reclusive inhabitants here, he didn’t care for the sideways glances he gets from the others. The ripple rounded the corner to the living quarters and slipped in to one of the individual rooms, the legless, one armed protocol droid within hummed and kicked in to life a he entered "query: did you obtain the proper materials master? I do miss the usage of all my limbs legs." there was a click as Sil’s mimicker deactivated revealing his covered body, He pulled off his hood showing his shadowy semi transparent head.
"Hit the lights 47, I gotta see my hands to put on yours" he pulls a reddish brown robotic arm from his robes as the lights switch for regular light to ultraviolet, Sil’s face appears as the rays of light filter trough the room. He unzips his bodysuit with his mind and slips off the top half. "That thing is not comfortable" his gold tinged body was an excellent example of the Firrerreo people, gold tinged skin, two colored hair and a toned, muscular body, while still being flexible and agile, but no one but m ever saw it, he inherited the Defel transparency from his father. "You will be holding a blaster again in no time my metallic friend" the droids eyes followed Sil as he walked to his bench and grabbed his tools, its memories of the times inn which its was fully functional dancing in its CPU core.
 
Hoj Saira

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HOURS of ridiculously exhausting and demanding training finally come to an end when the holocron image suddenly spouts a few choice profane expletives (the kind usually reserved for Hutt slavers and roleplaying God-Modders) fizzles and then dies in a puff of smoke.

I collapse in a sweaty heap, sucking air into my lungs and wishing for nothing more than a painless death to end my agony. I can just imagine that the pain in my entire body will be much worse tomorrow, but right now, I'd rather just not think about it.

I scrape myself off the cold (yet soothing) stone floor, and head for the showers. After a refreshing shower, I go in search for something to eat.
 
Sil twirled his shiv in his hand as he walked out of his room and off to the training halls. He loved to try out new techniques, the other Padawans were pathetic, he was by far the greatest of them all as far as the Lightsaber is concerned, he can hold his own and even win in fights with some of the knights. He came back down to earth as he realized people were watching him, he was confused until he realized he had forgotten to cover his head "shit" he hastily covered his face and sped up, hoping to get away from all these people.
 
Padawan Calon Jax

Calon Jax sat staring at nothing in the beautiful garden. It wasn't that the garden wasn't worth seing. He just sat there in complete silence, ignoring the chatter of other students around him. He was just dressed in his grey tunic and pants with his lightsaber attached to the black belt. Some may think ignoring the students that was rather loud would be hard. Not for Cal though. He didn't even heard them. He only let one word once in awhile slip through his thoughts.

He had just completed a few training lightsaber sessions and felt the need to clear his mind. He was good with his lightsaber and trained regularily as all students did. He Wasn't the best lightsaber user but he was in the top. Probably could defeat some of the Jedi's and loose to others.

He loosened his shoulders and stood up from the ground as a slight smile formed on his lips. He had no reason to smile really and did so rarely. Even rarer was it for other students or teachers to see him smile. He usually kept to himself. He hadn't sought out others and his serious behaviour had seen to it that none had sought his companionship. For a young man that had been at the academy for 15 years it might be strange that he didn't have any friends. To a loner like Cal it was just natural.
 
"I do believe that's enough training for today. Time to grab a bite." Jairania commented to her self. She strapped her lightsabers hilt to her belt, collected her robes and went off in the direction of the cafeteria, in search of a meal. She felt like she could eat a bantha after her training...
 
Feeling much refreshed and cleansed after a rather long shower, I make my way to the New Jedi Order's cafetria in search of something to eat.

What shall it be tonight, I muse, whetting my already prodigous appetite with eager anticipation. Horned kath hound ribeye steak? Korriban Fried Gizka? Firaxan shark fin soup? All of the above?

I notice Jairaina enter the Jedi cafeteria just as I sit down to start my own meal.

"Hey, Jairaina!" I say, waving. "Would you care to join me?"

I move my food containers and utensils to make space for another person at my table, in the hope that Jairaina might join me for dinner. After all, dining is more pleasant when shared, right?
 
Jairania flicked her head to the source of the question, seeing it to be Hoj Saira, a fellow Jedi Guardian. She nodded, and with a small smile quickly gathered some snack wafers and walked over to meet with him, pulling a chair out with the force and sitting into it with a relaxed sigh. "Thank you, Hoj. I will take you up on the offer. How are you this fine day?"
 
After a few hours of meditating in the garden (still oblivious to the group of females oggling him), Eeth decided it was time for something to eat, so he headed for the cafeteria. In there he grabbed a medium-well done nerf steak and headed for a table. As he moved about the cafeteria, his "groupies," to whom he is oblivious followed him around, always staying back out of his earshot.

The table he sat down at happened to be near a table at which two Guardians, a male and female, were both sitting. Eeth didn't know them, and therefore paid little mind to them as he began to eat his steak.
 
"That will be all Padawan Rorator, you are dismissed."

Padawan Swelic "Ro" Rorator, bowed low from his waist. He rose, turned, and left the Jedi Council room, the door 'wooshing' shut behind him. He closed his eyes, breathed in deeply, held the breath for a moment and then let it out, his tall, thin body seeming to deflate as his shoulders sagged under his robe. He took a smaller breath this time, his shoulders rising to a normal spot and opened his eyes.

"There is no passion; there is serenity. There is no death; there is the force." Ro repeated the second half of the old Jedi Code to himself. He did not smile, he did not frown. He was content in the knowledge that his master was one with the force now and would soon be contacting him, he was sure. Even if Master Tallack did not achieve Immortality he was confident in the force.

Ro walked down the hallway of the old manassi temple that served as the headquarters of the Jedi order. he levitated a small rock off the floor. The rock was a ruddy red, rather dull. As he walked he gathered two more rocks, rotating them in a simple circular pattern, trying to concentrate on both the force-powered jggling and walking at the same time. Ro was always trying to master doing many things at once. Most beings could not handle concentrating on multiple things. BEing able to do more then one thing gave him an advantage.

Once outside the temple Ro closed hnis eyes and stretched out with his feelings, allowing his senses to be absorbed into the force and feel the world around him. The circle of rocks he was juggling slowed noticibly but did not stop. Ro continued to reach out, feeling the concentration of life all around him.

Sensing the concentration of students in the cafeteria Ro decided to head there and visit with old friends, or perhaps make new ones.
 
Sil walked from the training halls rather unsatisfied, none of the other padawans had the nerve to verse him and the masters forbade him from fighting the knights anymore. Since he couldn’t beat on somebody, he went to his fall back plan, eat. He quickly walked to the cafeteria and grabbed a burger, there was a lot of speculation about what went in to the burger, but no one knew for sure. With his food in hand he walked over to one of the few remaining empty tables. There were so many new padawans now, Sil wondered if there were even enough instructors to go around but it didn’t worry him that much, he would be fine.
 
WinterFrost said:
Jairania flicked her head to the source of the question, seeing it to be Hoj Saira, a fellow Jedi Guardian. She nodded, and with a small smile quickly gathered some snack wafers and walked over to meet with him, pulling a chair out with the force and sitting into it with a relaxed sigh. "Thank you, Hoj. I will take you up on the offer. How are you this fine day?"


"It is to you that I must show my gratitude, Jairaina, my friend, for joining me," I say with a grateful smile towards Jairaina. "As for the status of my day... Well, lightsaber training is always gruelling, but is its own reward. An hour in the hot bath and shower afterwards is always nice, and now, sitting with good company and good food to end the day makes everything just right -- at least, for me!"

I've always had a fondness for Jairaina. I was never as adept with the Force as she naturally seems to be, and I always looked up to her in that regard, despite being almost two decades her senior in age. I remember when she first joined the New Jedi Order as a youngling; I was already in my twenties at the time. Although I joined the New Jedi Order a few years before she did, Jairaina's skill with the Force was so impressive that we found ourselves in the same classes within a few years.

In contrast, my Jedi Masters think of me as an average Force-wielder, at best. Were it not for my dedication to lightsaber training, and perhaps, the many friendships I've formed during my stay with the New Jedi Order, I doubt that I would have even made it past the rank of Padawan...

"And how is your day, my friend?" I glance with a feigned mocking stare at Jairaina's sparse meal of a few wafers. I always marvelled at how little food she ate -- especially compared to the prodigous amount of food I put away with each meal. "I see that you're again eating barely enough food to starve a gizka chick. Here, have some of mine; you look like you need to put some meat on your dainty, little bones!"

I chuckle and smile playfully at Jairaina, quietly happy with the company she was gracious enough to share with me.
 
Jairania politely shook her head 'no'. "No thank you, Hoj. These will be quite enough" She replied, raising one of the wafers for emphasis. "Besides, I have to watch my figure." She joked, taking a bite of one.

((OOC: Sorry for the short post...strapped for time right now.))
 
"Well, who am I to argue with your success?" I shrug, still chuckling.

I then notice three other Jedi enter the cafeteria; a Defel, a Zabrak and a human male. I wave at them in a friendly manner, and then watch three of them as they procure their own meals and then sit at different tables.

Perhaps they wish for quiet, and knowing the rigors of Jedi training, I can't say I blame them for desiring some quiet time to eat.

I sense, however, something about one or more of them that disturbs me. A strange darkness shrouds my Force senses upon someone's entrance. I shake my head, pushing away the thoughts; surely, the Dark Side could not be present in such promising members of the New Jedi Order?

Or could it? Could one (or more) of these Jedi possess the growing seeds of the Sith's Dark Side within him?

"I feel... cold, all of a sudden," I state quietly to Jairaina. "As if, a dark cloud just blocked the sun during the first thawing of spring... Either that, or I've had one too many iced coffees."
 
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Val Myarc

Val approached the cafeteria, his long Nautolan tentacles that normally draped down his back calmy were now stirring slightly, as they often did when he was agitated. Again he had been refused! He had tried to convince his master to allow him access to his things. The Sith Saber and holocrons he had brought with him to this place over ten years ago!

Agitated and drained from the duel that ensued after his refusal Val silently cursed his master. "Old fool" he whispered as he pushed open the doors, his large eyes taking in the scene of the cafteria. Hoj Saiara was looking in his direction as he came in. The Jedi Guardian looked concerned and Val realized he must have been projecting his emotions like fireworks.

Calming himself and drawing his feeling inward he allowed the force to flow through him, easing his anger and relaxing him. He felt the darkness of his anger seep from him as the light side of the force flowed into his body. It was becoming harder and harder to use the force in such a way lately, and so much simpler to access it through his anger, but in order to keep himself hidden, he must adhere to the Jedi ways for now...

HK-47

"Statement: I very much look forward to it master" The rusty red droids glowed deep red in dark room. "Serving the meatbags is what I am designed too do"

The Protocol droid stared blankly into the darkness as his master left the room. If a droid could smile, this ones grin would have been ear to ear.
 
Jairania looked at the Jedi that Hoj seemed to be referring to. Before she could reach out and feel him with the Force, he seemed to calm down almost instantly. Like a light going out, but she could still detect something...amiss. She had not developed her skills enough yet to detect exactly what, but her instincts told her something was wrong.

She simply nodded at her fellow Jedi Guardian. "I felt it as well." She whispered in acknowledgment.
 
Val could feel it, their whispering doubt, in the force and in the air. His sensitive nautolan tentacles picked up on the emotions of other's, this situation was no exception.

He tried to ignore the female jedi whispering to Hoj, as he walked by, he couldn't make out what she was saying, and it didn't matter. He fetched himself some food, not much more than a few pieces of fruit from Glee Anselm, his homeworld and let his eyes scan the room for somewhere to sit.

Besides a few empty tables there were few people in the cafeteria at the moment. Eeth a padawan that he had worked with on a few minor in class assignments was across the room, happily tearing into a steak, Hoj and his female companion sat a bit closer, and those were the only faces he recognized.

So he decided that perhaps he would talk to Eeth, they had gotten along well enough, even if the other boy was slightly closed minded toward the temptations of the force. Walking slowly across the room with his tray of fruit he sat down across the table from Eeth,

"Hello" he said his voice low but friendly.
 
Eeth looked up from his steak, a little surprised. He had been oblivious to the world around him, focusing mostly on the steak. A Nautolean that he did not immediately recognize sat in from of him. Thinking a moment, he then remembered the person's name.

"Oh, hello Val. It's been a while since I've last seen you, so you'll have to forgive my slow response. So, how have you been?" said Eeth. He could feel something, what he wasn't sure, but whatever it was edged towards his inate sense of danger.
 
"Well enough I suppose" Val said, slicing into the sweet sticky fruit, and taking a small chunk to eat. He watched as the Zabrak returned to tearing away at the steak. "And you?"

Val let himself go, his emotions flooded into the river that was the force and were swept away from him, he eased back into the chair, relaxing as their casual conversation continued.
 
AriesWolf said:
"Well enough I suppose" Val said, slicing into the sweet sticky fruit, and taking a small chunk to eat. He watched as the Zabrak returned to tearing away at the steak. "And you?"

Val let himself go, his emotions flooded into the river that was the force and were swept away from him, he eased back into the chair, relaxing as their casual conversation continued.

Eeth shrugged. "Eh, well enough as well. So, what have you been up to recently, Val? What brings you to start a conversation with me? Not that there's anything wrong with that of course," said Eeth.

He was still oblivious to the female students that had gathered at another table, not to far away. They were all looking at him, whispering and giggling. Who knows what they may be talking about, but it must have something to do with Eeth.
 
Calon Jax

Cal left the garden to get something to eat. None tried to talk to him and he tried to talk to no one on his way to the cafeteria. He entered the cafeteria and shielded his mind from all emotions there. There was plenty of them. Some that was very unusual at the new jedi order. He blocked out the bad emotions and took some fruit and looked for an empty table.

He sat down and placed the fruit in front of him and started to eat it slowly. As usually he ate in silence, with no more company than his own. He chewed carefully and looked around in the cafeteria for the first time since he came in. At the closest table sat Hoj Saira and Jairania Orgunna. Cal didn't really know any of them that much but he respected them so he nodded his head in greeting before his attention was back to his fruit.
 
Sil put down his burger and sipped his drink, he could feal the intent of the sith, whoever that guy was he really had to either give up and go Jedi or learn to block out his very presence in the force. he looked around at everyone, sheep, following the code as if there was someone who could make them, Sil admitted the new Jedi order is far more accepting and lenient than the old way, but there were so many things still wrong, his mind drifted to an old saying 'only the sith deal in absolutes' the complete hypocrisy made him laugh. He went back to his meal, content in the knowledge that when he was in charge thing would be different.
 
Jedi_Khan said:
Eeth shrugged. "Eh, well enough as well. So, what have you been up to recently, Val? What brings you to start a conversation with me? Not that there's anything wrong with that of course," said Eeth.

He was still oblivious to the female students that had gathered at another table, not to far away. They were all looking at him, whispering and giggling. Who knows what they may be talking about, but it must have something to do with Eeth.

"Not alot, plenty of dueling though... my master says I lack patience in battle so he has me fighting defensive opponents constantly" Val sighed "And you?"

His mind began to wander, his master's critical remarks still fresh in his memory.

"Feel the force let it flow, you are so desperate to control your power that you can not let it simply flow through you" Val repeated mockingly, "What in the galaxy is that supposed to mean? Stupid old Gizka, aren't they always telling us that we need to have control of ourselves?"

Sighing he again focused on releasing his emotions, the frustration of the past few days was mounting up and he knew that he was in dire need of a good long swim.
 
Bardiche said:
Cal left the garden to get something to eat. None tried to talk to him and he tried to talk to no one on his way to the cafeteria. He entered the cafeteria and shielded his mind from all emotions there. There was plenty of them. Some that was very unusual at the new jedi order. He blocked out the bad emotions and took some fruit and looked for an empty table.

He sat down and placed the fruit in front of him and started to eat it slowly. As usually he ate in silence, with no more company than his own. He chewed carefully and looked around in the cafeteria for the first time since he came in. At the closest table sat Hoj Saira and Jairania Orgunna. Cal didn't really know any of them that much but he respected them so he nodded his head in greeting before his attention was back to his fruit.

Jairania returned the nod. Though she knew little of Cal personally, she admired his skill in the Force, his martial skills as well as his personality. Jairania admired the certain stubbornness and courage. She found him to be one of the more amiable knights in the Order, and hoped that others would show his dedication. "Calon, would you care to join us? Surely, you would prefer it to sulking over there in the corner?"
 
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