The Path of Skywalker

Pryde · Post by **Pryde** » Sun Oct 30, 2011 11:21 pm

The blast doors hissed open providing Jedi Master Faye Ward with access to the bridge. Beyond the main view port the blue and white swirl of hyperspace could clearly be scene. Men and women scurried about their duties tending to one thing or another and amidst it all stood the tall, broad shouldered figure of Captain Mak Fleming.

"Captain Fleming, what have you to report," she asked, walking up behind the man.

"Nothing so far, Ma'am. Ship systems are all running at peak efficiency. Looks like R.E.C. did a good job of patching her up." He glanced down at a datapad he held in his hand and keyed in a few commands into the device, "There are some irregularities, though. Lights flickering in the port wing, strange noises, unusual readings. It's probably nothing, but we'll keep an eye on it."

If a few broken lights and weird noises were the extent of their worries then Faye would almost consider them blessed. She didn't much care for her new assignment but Adam was adamant she take the Skywalker and recruit more Jedi. His assurances that Trayus would be dealt with did little to sway her concerns but she couldn't rightly disobey a direct order from the Grandmaster.

"Very well, how long until we arrive at our destination?"

The Captain checked his chrono. "We'll be at New Holstice in about three hours. Got someone in mind there you're hoping to pick up?"

Faye shook her head. "We won't know until we get there," she told him. Finding new Jedi would be the job of Victor Sol, a Jedi Recruiter and a man of few words. He spoke little to Faye when they met and the entire time he'd been on board and the Jedi Master found his presence rather unsettling. "Victor will know what to look for when we arrive. My job is to train whoever he finds."

"Well, this has got to be the biggest cakewalk in the galaxy. I wonder who I pissed off to get this assignment."

The mentality of a soldier was one Faye knew rather well and she could easily sympathize with the Captain's sentiments, but she had a job to do and she was going to do it. "Well, don't let your guard down just yet. The Jedi have attracted a lot of enemies lately and the Skywalker is still underpowered. I need all of your people on their toes in case we're attacked."

"The Rangers will do their jobs," Mak assured her, "My people are the best."

Faye smiled at him, "That's good to hear. Now, if you need me I'll be in my quarters."

Fleming bowed his head slightly and bid her farewell as she turned to exit the bridge. As the doors slid shut behind her she suddenly realized that these cold steel walls were going to be the only imagery she would see for some time. Adam gave her no timeframe for her mission and it slowly dawned on her that her stay on the Skywalker may be indefinite. I guess I better get used to living in a star ship, she grumbled to herself as she headed down the corridor towards her quarters...

Beorht · Post by **Beorht** » Mon Oct 31, 2011 6:49 am

"So what have you found so far?"

Rach - tall, shaggy-haired, dressed like the spacer he was - sat down with his tray across from his sister. Benna Kol-Rekali was half-way done already - she'd only been two ahead of him in line. Was she just hungry, or had that hulking Barabel Jedi between them taken that long in selecting the proper cut of meat? Then again, exploring a ship this size could work up an appetite, even if it was nigh-impossible for her to get lost. Rekalis don't get lost, as a rule.

As Benna launched into her narrative - she'd spent the entirety of the last six hours exploring every nook and cranny of the Skywalker - Rach listened, ate, and watched the mess hall and all the strange Jedi in it.

Quorl flapped in, landed on the table, and snagged one of Rach's tomo-spiced Karkan ribenes. The big owl sniggered.

"You're a loser," opined his friend Rach. "Takes you, what, three minutes to go through the line? Five?"

"Yours tastes better," said the Rishii. "It's axiomatic."

"Do you even know what that means?"

"Do you?"

"Eating here," said Benna. "Don't get testosterone in my food."

Pryde · Post by **Pryde** » Mon Oct 31, 2011 10:00 am

Arilyn entered the mess hall with a yawn. She had been up all night trying to reorganize the Skywalker's med ward to her liking. It was strange having her own ward. Chief Medical Officer of the Skywalker, that title was going to take some getting used to. She grabbed a tray and got into line for the food behind two Jedi who were busily chatting.

"Did you hear," one of them said, "one of them rangers was saying something tried to jump her. Says she saw something moving out of the corner of her eye but when she turned to look there was nothing there."

The girl standing next to him shook her head. "I bet it's nothing. You know how those Rangers are, they're all jumpy."

The boy thought about that a moment then shrugged. "Yeah, you're probably right, but whatever she saw spooked her pretty good. She's been telling everyone she's not going back to the port wing."

The port wing, Arilyn's quarters were near the port wing. Almost immediately she began to wonder what could have spooked a battle hardened soldier of the Antarian Rangers. Her thoughts were interrupted, though, when the cook behind the counter snapped his fingers at her to get her attention.

"Sorry," she quickly apologized as she gathered up some food from the buffet. When she was done she headed off in search of an empty table to sit at...

Beorht · Post by **Beorht** » Mon Oct 31, 2011 10:49 am

"That's the healer, right?"

"Arilyn, yes. They say Master Chirushk taught her everything he knows."

"You mean everything she knows?"

"What?"

"I doubt he taught her everything he knows."

"Maybe she knows stuff he didn't teach her."

"Guys. Shut up. She needs somewhere to sit - call her over."

Rach and the owl exchanged glances. The owl blinked. Rach shrugged, caught Arilyn's eye, and gave her the high sign.

Pryde · Post by **Pryde** » Mon Oct 31, 2011 11:06 am

The mess was much more crowded than Arilyn had thought it would be. With a skeleton crew of five hundred Rangers and a meager handful of Jedi it seemed almost as if everyone were in the mess at once. She began to think that Ana's decision to work out a bit before eating was the smarter choice.

Then something caught her eye, a boy whose name she couldn't remember off hand, Rekali-something, she didn't know. He seemed to be beckoning her over and for a moment Arilyn debated what to do. She didn't have much interaction with other Jedi beyond those who came in and out of the Med Ward and her friendship with Anastasya. Still, though, if she was going to be living on this ship for awhile it wouldn't hurt to get to know her shipmates.

With a shrug of her shoulders she walked over to them and set her tray down beside Benna's. "Thank you," she said to them, "I didn't think there'd be so many people here."

Beorht · Post by **Beorht** » Mon Oct 31, 2011 11:18 am

Benna smiled warmly; Rach grinned, and Quorl tilted his owl head. "No room to fly," he chirruped. "Angst."

"Hold the angst, please," said Benna. She looked mournfully at what remained of her food, then glanced at the growing lineup. Getting more food just didn't seem worth it. "I'm Benna Kol-Rekali - this is my brother, Rach, who's technically my Master, and his friend Quorl, also a Knight. You're Arilyn, right? The top Healer?" She was the only one of the three dressed like a Jedi at all, and she blended into the room's sea of brown.

"What was that about a Ranger?" said Quorl. "Someone was talking - got spooked?"

"Do you even know how to make a complete sentence?" she said.

Pryde · Post by **Pryde** » Mon Oct 31, 2011 12:48 pm

"It's nothing," Arilyn told them, "Everyone's just nervous about the Sith attacking us."

She wasn't even sure if that was true or not but she didn't see much point in getting everyone worked up over nothing. What happened in the port wing would have been just one crew member playing a prank on another. "Are you from the temple on Ossus," she asked suddenly, changing the subject, "I only ask because I haven't seen you anywhere else."

Beorht · Post by **Beorht** » Mon Oct 31, 2011 1:17 pm

"Our dad is Ember Rekali," said Rach, "the guy who built the Ossus Temple."

"From Ossus too," chirruped Quorl. "Before that, trained with Skywalker."

Benna blinked. "Really? The Skywalker?"

"Was always busy," said the owl. "Nice man. Bad hair."

"I met him once," said Rach. "Well, saw him. He was a little...busy, yeah. What about you, Arilyn? Where'd you train, Onderon? Coruscant before it fell?"

Pryde · Post by **Pryde** » Thu Nov 03, 2011 1:13 am

"My earliest memories are from Onderon," Arilyn replied without even thinking about it. She toyed idly with her food, holding her fork up while staring at the piece of meat she skewered with it. When she glanced over to Rach and saw the odd expression on his face she finally realized what she had said. "Earliest memories of being a Jedi, I mean," she corrected herself, but whether or not they bought her cover up she couldn't tell.

Beorht · Post by **Beorht** » Thu Nov 03, 2011 5:30 am

Benna, oblivious, finished her food and started stealing Rach's, to Quorl's approval. Rach, for his part, caught the odd wording. It stuck in his mind for some reason, but he had no cause to think she was anything other than what she seemed: a youngish woman, not much older than his twenty-one years. If he didn't have a quasi-thing going with Alliera, his partner in the Jedi Shadows, he might have...

He shrugged and grinned, hoping she wasn't one of those people who could read pupil dilation. "Well, I guess that explains it. You're Onderon, we're Ossus, though of course we all trained elsewhere before it was built. I hear people talking - actually we've been debating this a bit and I'd like to hear what you think, Arilyn. 'Ossus Jedi' and 'Onderon Jedi.' Do people at your end of things feel like there's a division or a difference?"

Pryde · Post by **Pryde** » Fri Nov 04, 2011 1:06 am

"I don't know, I don't feel like there's a division," Arilyn answered, still toying with her food. The others sitting around her were quick to notice that she hadn't taken a bite at all. "I can't really speak for anyone else, though. I haven't been around the temple much lately."

Rach gave her a curious look and when Arilyn noticed he was staring at her questioningly she tried to explain. "I've been doing field work for the Jedi, mostly medical stuff. I was one of the healers who went to Necroa and I helped out as much as I could at Alsakan, then--," she stopped suddenly, thoughts of her discussion with the Guardian in his hidden sanctum on an equally hidden planet in the Core dwelling in her mind. She couldn't get over the fact that she was cloned and that she is the vessel for some powerful being. It was all too surreal to believe. "Then I wound up at Ossus," she finished sheepishly and she pushed her plate away from herself and stood up.

"Thank you for allowing me to sit but I should really go. I have work to do," She told them and before either of them could respond she had already turned and left. The Skywalker would be arriving at New Holstice soon and she would need to make sure those scanners they brought with them were calibrated. At the very least it would provide a very welcome distraction...

**********

Three hours later,
New Holstice...

"The shuttle's prepped and ready to go," Captain Fleming informed Faye. She had opted to stay on the ship rather than fly to the surface. She didn't have the skill set necessary to track down hibernating Forcers.

"Alright, open the hangar bay doors," she said.

The Captain nodded at one of his men who gave the signal and they waited. A moment or two later the officer looked back at them and said, "Sir, we seem to be having trouble getting the hangar doors open."

"What was that," Captain Fleming asked, fixing the man with his steel blue eyes.

"The doors they're ja--," there was a pause as the man listened to something in his headset and then he shook his head, "Never mind, Sir, the problem has apparently been taken care of."

"Then inform Victor that he has clearance to leave," Faye replied and she turned on her heel and headed for the door, "I'll be in the meditation chamber if you have anything to report."

And with that she was gone. Mak glanced at the Lieutenant standing next to him, "She doesn't talk much, does she?"

The man just shrugged and he and everyone else on the bridge returned to their assigned duties...

Beorht · Post by **Beorht** » Fri Nov 04, 2011 7:42 am

"Disappointed?" said Quorl to Rach as he watched Arilyn walk away.

Benna chuckled. "You like her. What would Alliera say?"

"Shaddup."

*** *** ***

"Look, all I'm saying is we should start in the slums. It's tradition. Farm boys, slumdogs, outcasts. Lyn-Char Beorht, Luke Skywalker...when you grow up hard, your Force talents manifest themselves more easily."

"There's plenty of us already, Rach," said a Jedi Knight. "We can split up and cover plenty of ground. At least our trip is well-publicized: a lot of them will come to us."

"And you'll be swamped by mothers who'll lie for their children."

"We can separate out the ones with actual Force-sensitivity. There are ways, even without that crystal of yours."

Rach dangled the amulet on its lanyard. A clear Mimban crystal set in silver, it would glow in the presence of a Force exertion, and at very close ranges it would even be affected by an inactive Forcer. It wasn't the most foolproof way, but it was a good place to start. It was an old Detori recruiting tool that his father had kept for thirty years or so. Benna kept staring at it, her eyes far away.

Post by **Jagtai** » Sat Nov 05, 2011 8:42 am

A freighter dropped out of hyperspace not far from the Skywalker. It did not stand out among the other freighters in the system - or wouldn't have, except it was painted skyblue. It manoeuvred closer to the Praxeum ship.

"Skywalker, this is the Will of the Force. May we dock?"

The Will of the Force was registered as belonging to Jedi Knight Aldar Melron, and permission to dock was granted almost immediately. With expert skill, Aldar manoeuvred the freighter into the docking bay and gently set her down. After powering down, Aldar and his apprentices exited the freighter.

Aldar Melron, as always in his brown Jedi robe, led the way. He was carrying only his lightsaber. Behind him came his apprentices. Mira Keen wore a black jumpsuit, while Nissha Tarkash wore a black and blue jumpsuit. Both were carrying two duffelbags besides their lightsabers. They were met by a woman. Based on her uniform and the confident manner she moved, they correctly gauged her to be a Ranger. The woman came forward.

"Master Melron, I am Ranger Kyla Corqi. Welcome aboard the Skywalker." Aldar bowed slightly.
"A pleasure to meet you, Ranger Corqi." He motioned to the two girls behind him. "These young women are my Padawans, Mira," Mira gave the Ranger a nod, "and Nissha." Nissha gave her a nod as well. She seemed weary.
"Pleasure to meet you. Shall I show you to your quarters?" Aldar nodded.
"Yes, thank you, Ranger Corqi."

The quarters consisted of one large room and four smaller. All of them were furnished rather sparingly. Mira entered and stopped in the center of the room. Nissha followed her example. Aldar smiled.

"Oh, go on."

Both girls grinned and ran for the rooms on the left. Mira reached the upper one first, and Nissha changed direction to reach the lower one. Meanwhile, Aldar walked to the upper right room. As the girls claimed their rooms, he cleared his throat. Both pair of eyes turned to look at him.

"Well, this is a big ship and I have some business to attend to. You may do as you please." Both girls grinned again and ran for the door. They were stopped by another throat-clearing. "Didn't you forget something."

After placing the duffel bags in the appropriate rooms, all three left. Mira and Nissha in search of food and adventure, Aldar to meet Master Ward...

Post by **Jagtai** » Thu Nov 10, 2011 3:43 am

Aldar reached the meditation chambers. He pressed a button and quietly entered when the door silently slid open. It was empty save for Faye Ward, who seemed to be in a deep trance. Aldar sat down, well outside her personal space, and waited patiently. He was in no particular hurry.

Mira and Nissha went to the mess hall. It was largely empty, so they got their food and found an empty table. They ate in silence for a while. Finally, Nissha looked up.

"How is Al...I mean Master Melron? He seems friendly enough, but I haven't quite gotten a feel of him yet." Mira smiled.
"Aldar is very friendly, but he makes no effort to hide the fact that he is the master. Not in a bad way," she quickly added, "he just has this air of authority about him. He knows so much about being a Jedi and the Force - much of which a lot of other Jedi seem to have forgotten or at least doesn't live by." The admiration was obvious.
"Where is he from?"
"I think he's from Alderaan originally, but he grew up on Ossus among the Ysanna. He learned much from them, but his mentor was a professor of Jedi history. That's probably why his views are so traditional." Nissha nodded.
"The Ysanna? So, I'm guessing you were trained mainly on Ossus." Mira shook her head.
"No, my early training took place on Lok. After that, we went on the Sojourn." Nissha's eyes widened.
"You were on the Sojourn?!" The Sojourn was famous among the younger Jedi. "How was it, meeting so many non-Jedi Force users?" Mira grinned.
"As Aldar would say, enlightening. No, seriously, it was awesome. They had so many different approaches to the Force - it really expanded your horizon. Especially the Aing-Tii." She shuddered involuntarily at the memory.
"So, did you learn anything new?" Mira smiled again.
"I sure did." She closed her eyes and focused. The salt grinder on the table disappeared and appeared two feet down the table. Nissha gasped.
"Whoa, how did you do that?" Mira opened her eyes and breathed heavily. It took great concentration to do. Then she smiled.
"I learned it from the Aing-Tii."

The two girls spent the next few hours talking about the Sojourn and Mira's adventures alongside Aldar.

Pryde · Post by **Pryde** » Mon Dec 05, 2011 11:30 pm

Faye had felt inclined to keep the man waiting but that would have been rude and being rude was not within her nature. "I've felt your arrival not long ago," she said aloud without turning to face the newcomer, "You and your padawans are welcome aboard the Skywalker."

**********

Arilyn felt exhausted. She'd just finished a hard day's work of putting the final touches to her med bay. Her med bay, that still felt strange to say. She knew that a lot of the Jedi healers were still tied up in places like Onderon or Mon Cal but she still thought that had to be at least one Jedi healer with more qualifications than she. Shaking her head to clear it she stopped just outside her room and glanced back over her shoulder to the right.

That hallway lead to the port wing, the place she had been hearing so many stories about. She toyed with the idea of going there herself but immediately dismissed that as foolish nonsense. None of those stories could be true, there had to be a reasonable explanation for the strange things people have said were happening. She sighed heavily and turned back to open her door. She reached for the door release and lightly pressed it down with her finger tips. That's when the wall seemed to warp and slowly wrap itself around her fingers.

Arilyn's first instinct was to cry out in alarm and jerk her hand back but the steel bulkhead reached out and grabbed her firmly by the wrist. She screamed again, pulling with all her might to free herself when suddenly she heard her name and somebody was grabbing her.

"Arilyn," Anastasya said again and the Sylarian's eyes finally focused on her. Ana had both hands on Arilyn's shoulders and she was lightly shaking her to get her attention, "Are you alright?"

Arilyn glanced down at the wall, everything was as it should be as if nothing had happened at all. "Y-yes," she answered in a shaky voice, "Everything's fine."

Ana didn't seem convinced but she let her hands slip from Arilyn's shoulders. "Are you sure?"

Arilyn nodded, "I'm sure. Thank you, Ana."

She left in a hurry, quickly closing the door behind her before Ana could say anything more. In her dimly lit quarters she leaned back against the bulkhead and stared at her wrist. There had to be a logical explanation, there just had to be...

Post by **Jagtai** » Tue Dec 06, 2011 10:01 pm

Aldar smiled. Based on what he had heard about Faye Ward, he had been expecting a response like that.

"Thank you, Master Ward. I apologize for the intrusion, but I felt it was my duty to present myself to you, as Master of this vessel. Do you have need of me for any tasks?"

He didn't expect her to have any tasks for him, but you never knew.

Pryde · Post by **Pryde** » Wed Dec 07, 2011 1:05 am

Faye pretended to consider that though truth be told she already had her answer. "There are a number of new padawans on board," she told him, "As long as you're here you can put your expertise to use in training some of them or offering up a lecture."

She paused a moment and Aldar figured it was his turn to speak. As soon as he opened his mouth, though, she interrupted him. "If that doesn't work for you then you can always offer your assistance in helping us find new Force sensitives," she said with a slight shrug, "The Jedi Order is in the midst of rebuilding itself and there is a lot of work to be done. We could always use more help."

Then she turned to look at him, fixing him with a keen stare. "Don't ever fool yourself into thinking there is nothing for you to do. As Jedi our services are always needed."

Post by **Jagtai** » Wed Dec 07, 2011 6:30 am

Aldar smiled. Faye was obviously as feisty as rumour had it, but like so many other Jedi, she underestimated him.

"I am not in the habit of fooling myself, Master Ward. I am well aware of the plight of both the galaxy and the Order. My question was merely courtesy. Being assigned a task by a Jedi Master of the Council is a great honour not reserved for everyone, and I did not presume to assume that such an honour was mine to have."

He bowed. "I shall assist in the training of the padawans as well as the search for new Force sensitives, as you command, Master Ward".

Pryde · Post by **Pryde** » Thu Feb 09, 2012 1:25 am

Faye said nothing as the man excused himself from the room. Only after the door had slid shut did she finally stand. She turned to follow him out of the room but after one step the chamber was suddenly plunged into darkness. Faye glanced up at the ceiling as if trying to peer through the dark to see the lights. With nothing else better to do she carefully made her way towards the exit, her arms outstretched in front of her trying to feel for the wall. When she finally found it she slid along the wall until she found the door release and pressed it. Nothing happened.

With a sigh she fished out her communicator from her pocket and called the bridge. "Captain Fleming, we seem to have lost power to the lights in the meditation chamber. The door appears unresponsive as well."

"Lost power?" Fleming's voice carried over the com, there was some commotion in the background and then the man answered her again, "Yes, we see it now. Must have been a minor power fluctuation, nothing to worry about we'll have it up and running in no time."

"Keep me apprised," Faye replied and then she slid down the wall to the floor, resting her arms on her knees.

How long she waited there she couldn't say, Fleming kept assuring her they were working on it but as the minutes passed her by she was growing impatient. Then all at once she started laughing as the irony of her situation finally dawned on her. A Jedi Master trapped on her own ship, what a silly thought. She could have ripped the door off it's hinges hours ago... Wait, has it even been an hour? She looked down at her chrono amidst the dark and when she realized she couldn't read it she started to laugh again.

"Captain. Captain, you've gotta get me out of here," she said between fits of laughter, "I think I'm starting to go crazy."

She fell onto her side and turned to look at the door, one hand outstretched towards it. She couldn't see it with her eyes but she knew where it was through the Force and with the Force she tried to open it. Three attempts later she finally realized she couldn't focus enough to use her power.

"Captain... It's getting harder to breathe."

Fleming's voice sounded alarmed when he finally answered her. "Stand by, Master Ward, we'll have a team in position ready to blast the door open soon. Right now I need you to get to a safe distance."

Faye dropped her communicator onto the floor, damn thing was getting heavy anyway, then she painstakingly pushed away from the wall and pulled herself across the room. She had gone only a short distance when a loud explosion tore through the door and a rush of oxygen spilled into the room. Faye breathed in deeply and felt her head getting clearer. Shortly after Fleming and his men rushed into the room and helped her to her feet.

"Good to see you're okay," Flemming said, "When we realized oxygen was being vented from the room we tried to get here as soon as we could. How are you feeling? I have a medical team standing by to take you to sick bay if you need it."

"Forget about that," Faye snapped, albeit a bit too harshly, "Take me to the bridge, have communications open a channel to R.E.C. Industries. I want to talk to Sigarr..."

Halomek · Post by **Halomek** » Thu Feb 09, 2012 12:07 pm

After the call was placed to REC, it was answered by a Twi’lek who had obviously been hired, at least partly, on the basis of her looks. “Welcome to the Republic Engineering Corporation, building starships today to protect a better tomorrow, how may I direct your call?”

“I need to speak to Sigarr Halomek,” Faye said to her. “Right now.”

The Twi’lek nodded and gave the impression of not really hearing her. “Do you have an appointment?”

“No,” Faye admitted. “Just tell him that Master Faye Ward is calling to speak with him.”

The Twi’lek shook her head as she typed at a keyboard out of sight from the camera. “Our CEO is a very busy man. You need to have an appointment if you wish to see him. Now I can schedule you for a week from – wait a moment – there’s a notice message attached to your name here…”

The Twi’lek looked back up. “My apologies, it looks like your name is on the list. I’ll put you through right away. Please hold.”

The Twi’lek was replaced by a static image of the REC logo for a few moments before it was replaced with Sigarr. He grinned as he saw her. “Master Ward, what a delightful surprise. What can I do for you today?”

Post by **Jagtai** » Thu Feb 09, 2012 1:05 pm

Aldar couldn't help feeling a tinge of animosity towards Faye, as he walked towards his room. Jedi Masters were supposed to be sagely, wise and humble, not gruff and unforthcoming. The Jedi Order had certainly slipped since the time of the Old Republic.

No matter. However much the Jedi Council were willing to slip, he was not. He had been brought up in the ways of the Jedi of old, and even if he was the last traditionalist Jedi in the Order, he would go on being what he thought a Jedi should be.

He reported to the Jedi Master in charge of training, and was assigned a small class of five trainees, whom he immediately set to work fighters training droids and levitating feathers.

Pryde · Post by **Pryde** » Wed Feb 22, 2012 12:15 am

"Mr. Halomek," she began noting in Sigarr's expression that he caught the deliberate use of his surname. Since their rendezvous in the woods she had kept her contact with him strictly professional, which meant she refused to call him by his first name, "we are having some issues with your ship."

She glanced to her right and the captain stepped into full view of the hologram. "Earlier today we experienced a power outage in the port wing meditation chamber that nearly resulted in Master Ward's death. The doors were magnetically sealed and the oxygen vented from the room. Our engineers are looking into the phenomenon trying to discover what had caused it but we're coming up empty."

The holographic image of the captain once again shifted back to Faye. "Your people built this ship," she told him, "You know it's inner workings better than anyone. I would like your people on board to investigate this matter, anyone you can spare.'

Halomek · Post by **Halomek** » Wed Feb 22, 2012 10:21 pm

Sigarr was contemplative for a moment before he replied. “Much as I would enjoy finding an excuse to pay the lovely Master Ward a visit, I think you might be overlooking another possibility. You’re telling me that everything checks out but you can’t find a reason for the almost fatal malfunction...”

“Has it occurred to you that it might not be a malfunction?” he asked them somberly. “First, it would have to be more than one malfunction for such a thing to occur in the meditation chambers. Second, that’s a strangely specific set of malfunctions, especially for them to leave no traces afterwards. REC ships have safeguards meant to prevent the accidental death of crewmembers. You’ve checked mechanical causes and found nothing, but that doesn’t rule out someone messing with the systems through the computer.”

Sigarr frowned. “I hate to say it, but it seems to me like you’ve got someone onboard who is either not fond of the Jedi Order or not fond of you, Master Ward.”

Pryde · Post by **Pryde** » Thu Feb 23, 2012 2:00 am

Faye glanced to her right. "It's possible," the captain replied, "Our people weren't looking for any signs of sabotage."

But who would attack a Jedi Master? Faye thought to herself. She turned back to look at Sigarr, "I thank you for this new information. I'll have my people look into it and I apologize, Mr. Halomek, for having apparently wasted your time."

Halomek · Post by **Halomek** » Thu Feb 23, 2012 2:10 am

Sigarr grinned in spite of the situation. “Now, now – that would imply that I didn’t enjoy talking with you, Master Ward. Be careful, may the Force be with you, and call back anytime.”

Beorht · Post by **Beorht** » Sat Mar 03, 2012 8:17 am

She's Faye, by which we mean to say
A little mad, but that's okay
She bit and scratched and wooed Sigarr
Pushed celibacy pretty far

Rach Kol-Rekali, Jedi man-slut
Loves the women, and he gluts
Himself upon the charms of Alliera
A daddy now, but not a charming fella
...unless you're a girl

Ember Rekali never remembers
How many poor little Sith he dismembered
When killing Anari in Lyn-Char's thrall
His 'old-school ethics' slaughtered them all

In 'Connory, Bard of the Hyperlanes: The Definitive Collection', G.Q. Beorht and A.-E. Sorosel, eds., 87 ABY, University of Lianna Press

Pryde · Post by **Pryde** » Wed Mar 07, 2012 4:03 pm

"I will," Faye said almost out of habit then she thought about how that sounded in context with the time she spent with Siggar before. She saw a smile creep into his face and her cheeks immediately turned red. She cut the feed then turned to the ship's captain.

"So how do we handle this," he asked.

"Keep it quiet for now. Investigate the ship's computer and see who had access to it at the time. Interview every member of the crew one at time."

"That's a lot of interviews," Flemming replied, "This is going to take awhile."

"I know," Faye said simply then she turned and left the bridge leaving the captain to do his work...

Pryde · Post by **Pryde** » Wed May 09, 2012 10:59 am

Faye resisted the urge to grind her teeth in frustration as she stared at the holographic image of the Skywalker. During her meeting with the High Council the ship's oxygen filtration system suddenly exploded, blowing a hole through the side of the ship. She was currently looking at the hole right now, the damage clearly visible on the holographic image of the Skywalker floating just at eye level.

"There is no indication of how this happened," she asked the captain standing next to her.

The man shook his head, "Obviously, we suspect foul play but after reviewing the computer logs we again turned up nothing. Nobody went in and out of that part of engineering before or after the explosion."

It almost seems like we have a ghost. "Fine, how much air do we have left?"

"Not very much," the captain replied sadly, "Might just be enough to get us to spacedock but it had better be close. We have maybe a few hours left in our emergency reserves and maybe another fifteen, twenty of minutes of air that got pushed through before the system exploded."

Faye squeezed the bridge of her nose between her thumb and her forefinger. Their mission to recruit new Jedi would have to be put on hold for the time being. "Set a course for R.E.C.," she said finally, then she turned to leave the bridge. I guess I will be seeing Sigarr sooner than I thought...

Pryde · Post by **Pryde** » Thu Sep 13, 2012 10:09 am

Nova ran her fingers along the surface of the desk, the desk that once belonged to her former master, Faye Ward. It was strange standing here now taking over for her. Faye was out on assignment with Sigarr Halomek so someone had to take command of the Skywalker if even temporarily, she just thought that someone would be better qualified than her.

There was a soft tone at the door and for a moment Nova realized that she had completely forgotten where she was. "Enter," she said aloud and the door slid open revealing Tsivoin.

"The captain reports the ship is ready for departure," he told her.

Nova silently nodded, she was thankful to have Tsivoin along for the ride. She doubted she could do this on her own. "Alright, then let's go find some Jedi," she said, "Tell the captain to set a course for the planet Rinn and to jump as soon as he has one."

She settled herself down into Faye's chair and leaned back, ignoring the odd feeling she had in her gut about sitting in a chair that did not belong to her. "And Tsiv," she added quietly, "thanks for coming with me."

Post by **VagueDurin** » Mon Sep 17, 2012 11:24 am

Tsivoin paused in the doorway and looked back over his shoulder, inclining his head respectfully in her direction. The slightest of smiles teased at the corner of the Zabrak's lips. "You're welcome, Nova." He replied, before ducking out of her office and striding purposefully down the corridor.

Tsivoin's status within the Order was still something of an uncertainty, especially to the Zabrak himself. Technically, Master Ward had informally enlisted him, he'd done works for the Order, in the name of the Order, and for the betterment of the Order... but Tsiv did not feel like a Jedi.

The decision to come along with Nova - Elena... He could still not bring himself to refer to her by her given name... and she had yet to ask him to - had been a difficult one. Ytan was still out there, somewhere. He had vowed to find her, and to rescue her from the Empire. To that end he had sent a request along with the Commando's to Delth Ardin's attention, asking for the man to consider finding a place within the Empire's ranks. Tsivoin had yet to receive a response.

So when the Jedi Order saddled the responsibility of The Skywalker onto Nova's pleasantly shaped back, Tsivoin had weighed his options carefully. Since the defeat of the Cult of Shadow, he and Nova had sorted out very little. For the most part, the Zabrak had spend his time at the temple avoiding sidelong glances and hushed comments from members of the Order that didn't care to learn his whole story. When he could manage, he'd poured over the databanks for anything helpful in his search for Y'tan. When he couldn't gain access to those, he'd trained in solitude.

In the end, he had no worthy leads to follow, no home to return to, and no significant reason to turn his back on his pseudo-master. So he silently resumed his pledge to Nova and stepped once again to her side. She seemed to be pleased about his decision, so far as he could determine. Since the events of the War of Darkness, she'd become increasingly difficult for him to read, not to mention that he had the distinct feeling that she'd been purposefully avoiding him on Ossus.

The Zabrak shook the thoughts from his head and reached down to his belt, retrieving a Data-pad from it he thumbed the screen to life. As if to reflect his reluctant status as a member of the Order, Tsivoin chose not to dress the part. Thus far, this hadn't caused any issues and no one had asked him to do any differently. The Zabrak wore a pair of loose fitting military style pants, a plain grey t-shirt, and a bantha-hide vest. His lightsabers dangled from either side of his hips while he walked.

Tsivoin paused at an intersection in the ships wide, high ceilinged corridors. A welcome departure from the cramped artificial walkways of the military ships he'd spent most of his time on since leaving Coruscant for the first time ever a short while ago. On the Skywalker, he could almost forget the fact that he was in space. If it wasn't for the incessant overuse of transperisteel, anyway. He shuddered, consulted the datapad briefly, then turned down the appropriate corridor. The ship was massive, and he'd need several weeks before he felt he'd grasp hold of the directions.

Once in the turbolift, however, he called up a search on the planet Rinn. Like most of the worlds he visited with Nova, he'd never heard of the place. He flipped through the information quickly... Outer Rim... Mostly covered with plains... Native species the Tintinna... He clicked on the jump... Tintinna... Bipeds... Short, Furry, with tails... "Odd..." he commented to himself as the lift came to a stop. The doors parted silently and he stepped out onto the bridge.

Booted feet made little sound as he strode gracefully forward. To his credit, Captain Fleming did not startle when he suddenly saw the Zabrak's reflection in the transperisteel viewport. Whether the man had heard him approaching, or simply controlled his reaction, Tsivoin was sure his previous position as an Antarian Ranger had something to do with it.

"What might I do for you, Master Ulderis?" the Captain asked casually.

"It's Tsiv, sir. Just Tsiv. No- Elena asks that you please set a course for the planet Rinn in the Outer Rim and execute the jump as soon as the ship is ready." Tsivoin replied, offering a slight bow of respect in the man’s direction.

Mak Flemming nodded in response, turning to regard another officer on the bridge. "Do as Tsiv says, destination Rinn, navigation get us a course solution, propulsion direct us out of the planets gravity well. Will there be anything else?" The Captain asked in Tsivoin's direction, obviously aware of the Zabrak's growing nervousness. Tsiv was still decidedly uncomfortable navigating space.

"Negative Captain, I'll... leave you all too it." Tsiv bowed slightly again and turned to stride off the bridge. He was halfway down the corridor where his quarters were located when he felt the telltale quiver course through the ship as the hyperdrive engaged and he fought the urge to shiver uncontrollably...

Pryde · Post by **Pryde** » Thu Oct 11, 2012 1:06 pm

"Not used to flying in space," Tsiv heard a voice behind him and turned to see the ship's chief medical officer, Arilyn. She walked up next to him and stopped, watching him with a critical eye. "I wish I could say you'll get used to it, but it's not the same for everyone and sometimes that fear never truly goes away.'

She pulled out a datapad from her pocket and keyed in a few commands. "I believe I have some anti-anxiety meds at sickbay if you need some. I can take you there now, if you want."

Post by **VagueDurin** » Thu Oct 11, 2012 8:07 pm

Tsivoin started at the sound of a voice in what he'd thought was an empty corridor. He turned to regard the speaker, an attractive young woman... near human would be his guess. White hair and bright green eyes, dancing with intelligence. He glanced this way and that, before nodding and falling into step beside Arilyn. "So long as they don't affect my performance." He added as an afterthought, imagining what Nova might say or think if she knew he was taking meds, or for that matter what she'd do if he was rendered useless when she needed him to act because of them.

Pryde · Post by **Pryde** » Thu Jan 03, 2013 2:41 pm

The two of them didn't speak much on the way to the infirmary. There wasn't much to really say, Arilyn didn't like to ask too many questions unless she believed there was some health risk involved and Tsivoin just didn't speak much to anyone besides Elena. So the two of them walked in silence until they arrived at the med bay then Arilyn directed Tsiv to wait for her while she disappeared into an adjoining room. When she came back she had a small bottle with her.

"Here," she said, handing the bottle to Tsiv, "take two of these now and again later if you start to feel your anxiety return."

Tsivoin took a step forward to accept the bottle from her and right at that exact moment the ship shook so violently that the force of it threw both of them to the ground. Elsewhere in the ship Elena found herself thrown clear out of her chair, across the desk and halfway to the other side of the room. She quickly climbed to her feet and dusted herself off before hurrying to the bridge.

"Captain, report," she demanded the moment the blast doors slid open permitting her onto the bridge.

"Something pulled us out of hyperspace, Ma'am," Flemming replied, "We're doing a scan of the area now but we don't detect any interdiction fields."

"Then what could have possibily pulled us out?"

Mak thought about that for a moment. "I'm not sure, Ma'am, our hyperdrive was cleared for operation by Sigarr himself. There couldn't possibly have been a malfunction."

"Well, send a team of engineers down to--," Elena started to say when all of a sudden the lights went out and her body was lifted from the floor. The massive ship began to list to the side and anything that wasn't bolted down now floated freely in the air. "Captain, get on top of this now."

"Aye, aye, Ma'am."

Meanwhile, back at the infirmary the room was pitch dark save for a small number of machines running on emergency power. The dim lighting from the machines was not enough to illuminate the room, however, and Arilyn found herself flailing about in the dark. Her feet no longer touched the floor and all around her medical equipment floated about here and there. It wasn't the mess that worried her, though, it was the dark. Arilyn hated the dark. Ever since her dreams turned to nightmares about her other half Arilyn had never felt comfortable in the dark. Darkness only served to help her to remember.

"Tsivoin," she cried in a panicked voice, "Tsivoin, where are you?!"

Post by **VagueDurin** » Thu Jan 03, 2013 8:04 pm

Tsivoin was busy regarding the pill bottle as though it was an Umgulian Slug, tentatively reaching forward to take hold of it when the ship suddenly lurched. In an instant his mind could only thinking Not Again. as he was reminded of the time that he'd been thrown into Isis due to the Ardin suddenly shaking in very much the same manner. As the present would have it, Tsiv and Arilyn were suddenly tossed to the deck. Tsiv was fairly certain he hit first, breaking Arilyn's fall in the process, though perception was immediately distorted as the lights and then the artificial gravity both failed and then they were in darkness...

"Tsivoin," she cried in a panicked voice, "Tsivoin, where are you?!"

Tsivoin's head whipped around in the darkness, in the direction he felt her trilling voice was coming from. "Uh... Up?" he responded, his voice also filled with anxiety and a healthy dose of fear. "Can you see anything?!"

Pryde · Post by **Pryde** » Fri Jan 04, 2013 1:51 pm

Arilyn looked around, she could see some light coming off a row of panels on the other side of the room but none of it was strong enough to banish the dark. "Uh, some lights," she said, the fear was taking hold of her now, "We need to--,"

She stopped suddenly when a shimmering blue figure appeared before them. A Force Ghost, Arilyn had heard stories of them before but she had never seen one. This ghost belonged to a man, but his features were twisted and distorted. He seemed more monstrous than human and he glared at them with a burning hatred. All Tsiv and Arilyn could do was watch, unsure if what they were seeing was real or whether it was a trick of the light. Then the figure snarled and raced towards them with an almost inhuman speed.

Arilyn held her hands up to cover her eyes but nothing happened. The figure simply raced through her than vanished into a misty fog. Shortly after the lights came back on and artificial gravity kicked in. Arilyn found herself hitting the floor first with Tsivoin landing on top of her.

"Oof!" She cried.

"Sorry," Tsivoin said, getting up and helping the girl to her feet.

The two of them looked around, the ship seemed to be running just fine and somewhere far behind them they could hear the hum of the engines and feel a soft sense of vertigo as the vessel maneuvered to right itself. Wordless Arilyn just stared at Tsivoin who stared right on back. Both of them had the same question but neither of them could put voice to the words. What the hell just happened?

Post by **VagueDurin** » Fri Jan 04, 2013 8:21 pm

Tsivoin finally broke the silent staredown by glancing towards the deck and then kneeling down to retrieve the bottle of anti-anxiety meds that had fallen there. He picked them up and secured them into his pocket before glancing around the room once more. "Have you uh, this ever happen before?" He managed to spit out.

Pryde · Post by **Pryde** » Fri Jan 04, 2013 8:37 pm

Arilyn tried to speak but the words caught in her throat so she simply shook her head. She still wasn't even sure what it was she had seen, or whether or not Tsivoin had seen it too. She was almost too afraid to ask, neither answer sat well with her at that moment. If she had been the only one to see the ghost then her nightmares were becoming a much bigger problem than she thought. If Tsivoin had seen it too... Well, let's just say she didn't want to think about that.

"Should we, um," she began, finally able to find her voice, "Should we tell somebody?"

Meanwhile on the bridge Elena along with everyone else were in the midst of picking themselves up off the floor. Captain Mak Flemming and Elena Connor exchanged glances for a moment but neither of them knew what to say.

"Report," Flemming said finally, breaking the awkward silence.

"Everything seems to be running at 100% efficiency, Sir," one of the deckhands answered.

Again Mak shared a glance with Elena. The Jedi simply shrugged, "Get us back on course, Captain. I'll be in my quarters."

Then she turned on her heel and left, all the while conscious of a dark, sinister feeling growing in the pit of her stomach...

Post by **VagueDurin** » Sun Jan 06, 2013 7:28 pm

Tsivoin unconsciously reached down to touch the center of his stomach, where one of Sivter's crystals was still embedded. But, if Arilyn also saw the ghost... His eyes narrowed slightly as he refocused on her. "Tell them, what, exactly? What did you see?" He asked.

Pryde · Post by **Pryde** » Sun Jan 06, 2013 7:45 pm

"A--A person," she began hesitantly, "He looked--tortured and he came right at me."

Why was she even saying this? The whole thing just sounded crazy to her, but something about Tsivoin's tone suggested that he may have seen it too and Arilyn needed to know if that was true.

Post by **VagueDurin** » Sun Jan 06, 2013 9:33 pm

Tsivoin let out a brief sigh in relief, letting his hand fall casually away from his chest and back down to his side. If Airlyn had also seen the being, then the chances were greater that it was not being caused by the crystal. He wasn't even sure if she knew he possessed the blasted thing. No use bringing it up for no good reason He thought to himself briefly, before he began to pace. "So... Force ghost, then? I'm a bit new at all this Force stuff to begin with, and in all our time chasing after Sivter, I never saw anything like that."

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