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Jake Daniels

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#1919294 The Rise of a Duke

Posted by Jake Daniels on 01 March 2019 - 04:55 PM

Jake stood at his nearest window. His eyes watched the few remaining stragglers gradually make their way into the Manor. Of each was dressed and of course each was coupled with someone else. That had always been one of Jakes greatest quirks. His need for companionship. He was envious of those that had what he struggled to truly comprehend.


"Are you ok Sir?" The guard asked.


"I am." Jake replied. He wasn't.


Jake was handed a small glass of dark whiskey. Jake had recently acquired a taste of hard whiskey. He had a glass a day, no more and no less. Just another byproduct of the past year of his endeavor to handle a threat to his family. 


"Thank you." Jake softly replied.


Lady Silencia had been his compass. When hell broke lose, Jake always had a needle to guide him. Cerusia Shamalain had taken that roll until her death. Though he had longed hoped she would take up the roll once more upon his waking, Jake had learned a heart shattering truth about her. One that he kept to himself and hid from his sons... for now.


There of course had been Valae Heavenshield but again - the unfortunate circumstances of the past year had meant she was no longer his moral compass. If he could explain, he would. Yet pride prevented him from going back. He broke her heart... just as he broke everyone elses.


Then there was Ereza She served as the new Mal'ary'ush to the Noghri.  Jake viewed her much like he viewed his Master. With the utmost respect.  If she needed Jake, he'd be there just as he had for Lady Silencia. She was brutally honest with the Knight, even if he didn't like it. She spoke words only that needed to be spoken; nothing more.  Just like Silencia. 


"Sir, it is time." The Guard spoke.


"So it is." Jake said as he took a gulp of the whiskey. 


Dear God... how Jake truly missed his Master.

#1846438 Adrift in a Melancholy Flood

Posted by Jake Daniels on 17 August 2018 - 09:43 AM

Location: Uncharted Planet
Time: Dusk
Concurrent with They’ll All Need a Coin for the Ferryman

The settlement was surrounded on all sides by crudely constructed concrete walls. The walls were supported on the inside by two layers. Just inside the walls was a meter thick row of compact earth. The inner most layer was a combination of wooden logs and planks. This essentially formed a three meter thick wall on all sides. It served as a means to prevent breach; at least for a while during a siege from outside forces. It was effective even if primitive. The weakest point of the settlement was the front iron gates. Long since aged since a war centuries earlier, the metal no longer held a shine. It was rusted and creaked with each gust of the wind. It was large through and heavy. It served its purpose nearly as well as the walls.

The settlement was designed as a large square and divided into four quadrants. The first quadrant served as secure farming lands. Plots of various fruits and vegetables were grown in an area reserved for food production. This ensure the settlement had an adequate nutrition source. In this area were several well-pumps that provided the people with their water. The second quadrant was reserved for business. Small buildings had been built against the walls. Each had a different purpose; one was a saloon, another a doctors office, one served as a communal dining hall, a hair dresser, a thrift shop, and finally a jail. Even in a wasteland, law and order was needed.

The third and fourth quadrants were reserved for residential housing. With such limited space it meant that there wasn’t enough space for every traveler. The settlement as of late had to take a stand and only permit those born within the walls to live. All others had to leave by nightfall. It was within these quadrants that people stored their weapons. Each man, boy of age, and woman were assigned a rifle with a set amount of ammunition. They were kept beneath their beds so when the call came they’d be ready to defend. Not since they originally built this place have they had to raise their weapons. Still they were ready to fight in a moment’s notice.

“I ain’t leavin’.” A drunkard shouted at the settlements Sheriff.

“You have too. We’ve granted you refuge for the day but only residents can stay over night. We don’t have enough beds.” The Sherriff calmly tried to reply.

“Screw you! I’ll sleep on the floor right here.”


The drunkard swung on the Sheriff but his closed fist was caught in the palm of another man whom had stepped into the conversation. Dressed in an outfit of the land, the man stared eye to eye with the drunkard. A light beard, piercing eyes, and an expression that read little emotion. He was imposing. More importantly the Sherrif knew this man was dangerous.

Yanking his fist free, the drunkard stared at the newcomer, “Don’t touch me again you cow!”

The newcomer backhanded the drunkard whose head jerked sideways. When he looked back towards the newcomer shock covered his face.

“You just going to stand there and bleed?” The newcomer asked.

The drunkard wiped the blood from his lip.

“Thought so.” Grabbing the drunkard by his collar, the Newcomer yanked him towards the saloons door and kicked him out. “Be out of the settlement in the next five minutes or I’ll do more than backhand you.”

Turning to the Sherriff, the Newcomer smiled.

“I was dealing with it.”

“I resolved it quicker.”

The Sherriff laughed, “How the hell are you Jake and why have you come back to this god-forsaken planet? Thought you were off in the stars in your shiny spaceship?”

“I thought I’d drop by for a visit. I’m looking for a place for my summer home. What better place than around a bunch of people that I smell better than.”

“Screw you.”

“You’re not my type.”

“HA!” The Sherriff boasted. “Bloody glad to have you back Son! Bar keep! Round for the house on me. Jake and I have a lot of catching up to do.” Both men walked to a nearby table and found seats, “When’d you come back? What have you been up too?”

Jake nodded to the bar keep whom brought over to large cups of what passed for alcohol on the planet, “Went back home for a bit.” Jake took a swig of the drink and clenched his jaw as he swallowed. “Had to deal with something.” What the Sherriff didn’t need to know was Jake’s son’s returns. Rune Shamalain and Lear Shamalain were two of the most important people in his life. They were under the guidance of Ereza, whom Jake had still not yet formed a solid opinion on. He trusted her with his Son’s but beyond that? He wasn’t sure. Jake had also joined the Silver Jedi, even if only on the fringes. He barely socialized with them and most would argue he was Silver by name only. Was he? Well… only Jake could honestly answer that.

“I’m passing through and thought I’d stop by to see how you lot are doing here.” Jake glanced around, “Seems like everything seems more… peaceful?”

“It is. We took your designs for our walls and implements them. No ones challenged us in this region. When threats have passed through, the gate holds and we have food. Can’t starve us out.” The Sherriff said with pride. “Where are you going if you’re just passing through here?”

“I have unfinished business.” Jake explained. He did. Regardless of what Quietus would want. Regardless as to what Ereza would think, Jake had to find her. He had to find a way to bring her home. He had to bring Cerusia Shamalain to Honoghr. That was the story of Jake Daniels. People would say what they wanted about Jake but the one thing that stood out above all else was loyalty. He was family man.

“Well, I hope you’re going to be staying a few days.”

“I am. I’ve been all over this section of the galaxy. My ships stressed and I need to let it rest.” Jake explained. “I also need to go through my paperwork and recalculate my logistics.” Each planet the Knight had visited he had searched and asked around for Cerusia but to no avail. She was proving harder to find than he had expected.

#1789014 A Frozen Treasure

Posted by Jake Daniels on 19 May 2018 - 05:31 PM

Rania bit at her finger nail as she casually walked around the room. For a few moments the Twi'lek worked on formulating her answer. Valae had answered and Rania believed her. That's all she could ask for.Hopefully Valae would continue to be up to the challenge of helping Jake keep the cap on the darkness in his soul.


"I was only curious." Rania replied. "I know Jake has been thinking a lot about the future. Call me a bit overprotective of him, I just wanted to make sure there aren't any speed bumps to come up. Well..." Rania tilted her head as she looked at Valae and chuckled, "except for when he gets himself into trouble."


Rania continued to look around the room, taking in the simplistic beauty of it, "I know Midvinter wouldn't be the first target for most governments to attack but if anyone ever did, at least the home has fortification beneath the ground. A cold ground is as strong as concrete which is why I believe built the home with the majority of the footage beneath the surface."


"Now, how about we eat?" Rania grinned as she intertwined her arm with Valae's and pulled her along, "The boys had better be done by now!"


As Rania and Valae emerged from the basements the smell of the food had already filled the first floor. Closing the door behind them, Rania followed the salty scent to the dining room where Cody had already partially set the table with silverware.At the head nearest them sat a pale Jake. His eyes closed though he was awake. His breathing was still labored.


"You were told to stay in bed." Rania said.


Umako snorted as he walked in carrying some food, "That's what I told him. Man's too stubborn for his own good. I would have brought him a plate upstairs."


Jake perked a brow but didn't open his eyes, "We eat together."


Rania motioned for Valae to take the head opposite Jake. In terms of dining, the heads of the table were meant for the heads of the family. Together they oversaw all gathered. It was her right. Rania took a seat near Valae.


Umako set out everyone's plates, "Lamb lung and loin with rice. Red wine to enhance flavor. Simple but filling."


Cody set out several wine glasses and carefully filled them. Both men then took their own seats. One next to Rania, the other opposite and close to Jake.


"See? We didn't burn anything." Cody said with a hint of self-righteous pride.


"I guess they should have seen the piece of loin you blackened when I let you cook it while I used the restroom." Umako chimed in.




Jake laughed, "So that's why I picked up the hint of what I thought was burning paper upstairs."


"Ha.... Ha...." Cody replied witha frown before slamming a fork into a piece of meat.


"We kid cause we love ya." Rania replied.


Jake's eyes slowly opened. A smile formed as he spotted Valae opposite him, "How did you enjoy the tour? If there anything you want to change, just let me know and it'll be done."


Valae Kitra

#1776356 A Frozen Treasure

Posted by Jake Daniels on 27 April 2018 - 09:08 PM

The question did catch Rania off guard ever slightly if one were to be most honest. Just as Jake had always been respectful of her and her families privacy, the Twi'lek had always ensured that same respect was returned. She never told anyone of what Jake did, where he went, or what he was up too. The One Sith couldn't break her, the Noghri couldn't, nor could any of the Silver. Though the Silvers never asked. Jake was an enigma to many of them. He was a teacher of saber combat, a fallen Sith seeking some form of redemption. What type of redemption? Even Rania wasn't so sure. Still what she knew she kept to herself.


That was until she met Valae.


"Come. Let me show you the basement." Rania said as she leapt from the sofa before pausing, "Err... I mean basements." Extra emphasis put on the plurality of the word.


Taking Valae by the hand she nearly dragged the Master Jedi through the home like a child would a doll. She made no mention of the rooms they passed for the moment. There would be time for that. Without a chance to take in the sight of the dining room, Rania flung a door open. Lights flickered to life to reveal a deep stairwell.


"I want to be out of earshot of the boys." Rania whispered as they both set foot on the first basement. "This is a storage floor. This floor is a mixture of cabinets and open space to store everything you can think of, up to and including food preserves if needed. The walls are double layered hollowed brick. In each brick is insulation. We coated the wall in cold resistant epoxy and shaped it to look like stone. This room is semi-temperate but as we go lower it'll get a tad colder.Ignore the big metal contraption and piping in the center. That's the water filtration and plumbing system. I don't exactly know how it works. That's for Jake to explain."


"Now as for your question about Jake. I didn't want them knowing I'm spilling the beans but as I show you everything, I'll explain what he's been up too." Rania said as she opened some of the cabinets to show just how much storage space there was in each. "When he first set out to build this home he needed money. We both know Jake has a very particular set of skills which really gear him towards jobs that aren't exactly in line with Jedi teachings."


"He didn't do anything illegal, mind you. We even offered to cut him in on our smuggling operations and he turned it down. He didn't want to sully this home with less than admirable means when building it. So in between Kashyyyk and Midvinter he began working as a private security escort for some diplomats from his homeworld of Dantooine. He may not be Sith but his reputation still dictates respect." Rania turned to look at the rest of the basement, momentarily motioning Valae to follow her to another flight of descending stairs.


"This second floor is about ten degrees cooler than the one above and is clearly meant to preserve meat and food. Don't put anything else down here. Jake said the temperature regulation is just right to keep food safe here. You'll also notice there air is just a bit drier. He added insulation to the plumbing contraption here." Rania pointed out.


"Jake doesn't have the best patience with people. Being bossed around by snotty politicians tries them worse than most. So he quit; or so he says. I think he lost his temper and told the Diplomats where they should stuff their more righteous than thou' attitudes. He won't admit it though." The Twi'lek laughed before pointing out the various whiskey barrels. "They're filled with salt. In the salt is game meat from Honoghr. Jake calls it the M.R.E.s of true desperation. Only in a pinch will you ever eat that meat."


Rania turned to Valae, "Please... for the love of god don't run out of other food. I know from experience. Think the taste of unwashed cattle kidney to a third degree of pungentness." She shuddered at the memories, "So he found a job on some junk world helping to run a recycling yard. He'd sit in a picker all day and simply move metals and plastics around for hours on end. Pay wasn't great but it was honest. He didn't want us knowing. Didn't want you knowing. A pride sort of thing I think. How could someone whom once led a search and rescue brigade, a galaxy renowned Apprentice, and highly respected Warrior be found hauling trash about? I would have viewed it admirably but Jake still has a bit of pride. I will say the surprises aren't through just yet for you. He has something else but that's all I can say."


Leading Valae down to the third basement floor, again down another flight of identical stairs, the room was much colder than the prior too. That was because this had actual water flowing through small channels that were built into the floor.Like the floors above, the room was square. The plumbing contraption was dead center but about four meters from it was a square channel built into the floor.


"It's about a meter deep." Rania said, using a finger to point at the water. "That's where the homes water supply comes from. The water flows from two portals. East and west walls. The construction crews found underground water wells that don't freeze and won't dry up. To prevent overflow, there are several holes dug into the ground in those waterways. Any water not used is returned to the earth beneath us. Nothing wasteful."


Now that they were at the bottom most floor of the home, Rania knew she could ask Valae anything.


"Watch this." Rania said as walked towards the wall opposite the stairwell. Looking at the apoxy walls, she found a bulge that seemed ever slightly larger than the rest. With a push of her palm, a section of the wall pushed outward and slid to the side. "Jake built a secret passageway. Come."


Rania led Valae through a small passageway that only allowed them to walk single file. Before them though was an opening that lit up as they drew close. Both stepped out into a beautifully constructed room, "I thought this was a study he built. Its actually a vault. Well, it could be both I guess."


Rania looked at Valae, "It's yours. A place where you can keep everything you hold dear safe and sound. Jake plans to set up a panel on the door we came through that would only allow you in; not even he. This is your space."


"Since we're alone I wanted to ask... this isn't too much is it? Jake is devoted but even I know all of this is alot. Again though, he's deeply devoted to you. I know you are to him. Would you say you're devoted to the point of wanting to spend the remainder of her life with him?"


Rania was treading dangerously close to inadvertently revealing Jakes biggest surprise. She needed to be extremely careful in how this conversation proceeded.


Valae Kitra

#1767371 A Frozen Treasure

Posted by Jake Daniels on 12 April 2018 - 04:42 PM

“Well… not technically no.” Rania said in response to Valae’s question. “We helped out since construction began but on Midvinter? Not the entire time. Jake had us running about. When he has a specific item in mind nothing similar to it will do. It has to be that one. Which is why furnishing this place took so bloody long.” Rania lead Valae straight to the living room.


“I’m not a fan of his choices for this room.” A sneer appeared in the corner of her lip. “Wood table, leather sofa and recliners and two cloth covered chairs?” Rania exaggeratedly flicked her nose at the cloth chairs with a smirk, “Lord I wish you were hear to talk him out of buying those hideous things. Guess where he makes me sit! There!” Green fingers pointed to the chairs, “For no other reason that because he knows I hate them.”


A deep sigh and a look around, Valae began to explain. “I love the design he has here. Far different from his old family home on Honoghr. He made this as open as possible. Large windows on one side which show the snowy mountains. While here,” Rania turned and looked up, “He refused to build a wall. It shows the staircase to the second floor and there is a balcony for the second floor above us. You’ll noticed that through any communal rooms we go into. It’s as must open space as possible while ensuring each area has a set perimeter.”


Rania placed a hand against one of the few thick wooden support beams. “These go to the ceiling and down through the various basement floors. All the wood indoors has been treated twice over with an anti-rot agent and sealed off with a water-proofing finish. Humidity is a b!tch which it comes to wood.”


Rania didn’t hover around Valae, she allowed the Master Jedi to roam as she pleased, “Each wall has two small built in cupboards that can house any small knickknacks you wish. Ignore the cruddy old looking tele. Cody set that up because Jake hasn’t found the proper tele he wants for this room, if at all. Pfft, men and their taste in things.”


Rania moved the tele from the cabinets on the far wall and set it on the floor, “Don’t get me wrong. I love the home. It’s just these cloth chairs that do me in here.” Yes Rania harped a bit too much on what she didn’t like. “I built the flooring myself. I used a wood that’s been sanded and polished to look like stone slabs. Stone would be far too cold for this planet. Wood isn’t nearly as cold to the touch.”


“The home has a central heating system that floods warm air top and bottom.” Rania explained. “In the second floor basement there is a heating system with four vents. One is in here, behind one of the cabinets. The second is placed near the front door. The third and fourth are on the second floor. The idea is to trap the cold air in the middle of constant circulation. So long as the power remains on, the heat will as well. On top of that, if the power goes out, the coldest the home should get if everything is closed up tight is fifty five degrees or so. Even though there is no insulation, there is enough wood on the outer layers of the home to keep the heat in. The windows themselves are double pained sound proof glass. There isn’t an ounce of air getting in or out unless you want it too.”


Rania’s plopped herself onto the leather sofa. With legs dangling up and over the back, she looked to Valae, “When I was a little girl I always wanted a house like this. Not this particular one, though I wouldn’t mind it, mind you, but a nice place to call my own. I also dreamed of being a Queen. Royal. Important with subjects to do my every bidding. Guess you could say I have that now with those two lug heads in the kitchen,” a small chuckle emerged, “but that’s what I wanted. What did you dream of being when you were just a wee’ lass?”


Valae Kitra

#1755223 A Frozen Treasure

Posted by Jake Daniels on 23 March 2018 - 12:43 PM

The walls had only recently been set. The foundation newly laid. The windows had been placed. The concrete and stone chimneys rose to the heavens giving off its very first puffs of smoke. This home, strategically placed after many scrutiny filled hours, just began its life. An infant in comparison to the other residences of the galaxy. That’s what this place was. A beginning and she loved it.

“Of course I did.” The Knight rebutted.

“I’ll go get some more water.” The tone of Jake’s voice was a signal to Rania. It was soft and gentle. There was no hint of stiffness. Two had once more become one. As Rania made her quiet leave, she gave Jake a simple shake of her head. She saw the question in his eyes. He knew she revealed much to Valae. Did she reveal everything? No. Not everything. That was for Jake and Jake alone.

“This is the one place that is always yours. This place is hidden from all. Your home on Voss. Kashyyyk. Any place the Silvers have wandered, you’ve always been exposed. I’m giving you what I know. To be present without being seen. To have a place that is truly yours.” Jake explained.

“Mine had always been on Honoghr. Not anymore though.” His eyes glanced about the room.

Jake let out a groan as he propped himself up slightly. His face was moist, a cool sweat setting in. “I know your Master is here; somewhere.” Jake lied.

He knew where her Master was or more accurately, he had a general sense of the region her Master resided. Jake was a hunter after all. He did his research. She was close to the one whom had brought her truly within the force. As Jake had been with his own, he ensured the Master of the world was close with his pupil.

“You will always be safe here. If I could only ever give you a true gift, let it be this.” Jake explained. He had the urge to begin the tour of the home, but the way Valae had ordered him to stay where he was caused otherwise twitchy legs to remain still.

“Don’t fret.” Jake said. “I didn’t take any money from the Silvers to build this. I’ve actually been holding down another job to earn cash on the side.” In a galaxy where everyone whom used the force seemed to be drowning in wealth, Jakes Master included. He never acquired his own. He never used what was gifted to him. Nor did he touch what he inherited by default being the oldest living member of the Shamalain family. It remained where it was; acquiring interest and growing in bounty. Yet it was money he’d never touch. He earned his own; a few cents at a time. “It’s not the most lucrative job but it did enough to help build a business relationship with a construction contractor and what that didn’t cover it paid enough to make up for the rest. I wanted this to be a true gift. Me to you.”

Yes there was a sense of pride in his tone. Why shouldn’t there have been?

“Ok enough of the sappy stuff. You two will have more time for that when you’re better.” Cody said as he stopped at the doorway. Skillet rolled in just behind him.

“Valae? Rania wants you to come downstairs.” Cody explained. “Skillet will keep watch of Jake. Should anything change he’ll let us know. Guess we’re going to do the tour.”

“Like hell you are.” Jake protested as he attempted to rise.

A finger point warning from Valae caused Jake to remain as he was. A mocking whistle from Skillet added icing to the cake.

“Get rest Jake.” Cody said as he closed the door. Once they were beginning their decent down the stairwell he finally decided to speak, “Watch some of the steps. They used an interlocking system in this home. Very little actual nails were used. Just wood to wood. Like a giant puzzle piece. Remarkable design and the same sort Jake used on Honoghr but not one I’m entirely comfortable with.”

Rania met them at the bottom of the bend, “Cody go help Umako cook. I’ll show Valae around.”

“No fair.”


“Geez.” Cody snorted as he sculked away.

Rania turned to Valae and finally gave a deep hug. A few words were whispered into the Masters ear, “Thank you for coming. Since I know it’s going to drive him nuts by me doing this, where should we begin?”

Valae Kitra

#1749862 A Frozen Treasure

Posted by Jake Daniels on 13 March 2018 - 11:10 AM

“Where am I?”

“Shili.” A voice replied.

“Am I dead?” Jake asked, turning his attention to the source of the voice.

Just beside him stood two identical Togruta. Analyn and Kinsa Lestin had served as two of Jakes more secretive Apprentices. While Romano Shamalain and Lysander had been his most notable, the two Togruta sisters had been his shadows. As he had been the will of his Master, they had been his. Both wore robes similar to the ones Jake had worn as an Apprentice. Instead of the tree of life Shamalain family symbol over the left breast, their robes help the symbol of Yin and Yang made from trees. It symbolized the balance of light and dark that Jake and they had walked together.

“No. You are not.” Analyn replied.

“Are you?” Jake asked.

“Not yet. We remain where you left us. Here.” Kinsa replied as his red fingers allowed the tall grass to tickle. “We remain in a slumber, unable to wake.”

“Our bodies remain contaminated but protected. Our people still watch over us per your instruction centuries ago.” Analyn added.

“The how am I here?”

“You are walking the bridge between life and death. The closest you have ever been. Your mind began to die as infection took over. Your presence on the force weigned and so we reached out. This was too be your last goodbye. Our way of bidding farewell to our Master.” Kinda explained.

“But there has been an intervention. Someone is working to heal what is broken. Your body is being cleansed.” Analyn said. “So now we serve as guards. Instead of helping you reach everlasting peace, we prevent it.”

“So this isn’t real?” Jake asked as he looked around. In the distance he spotted the Lestin Clans village. More notable he spotted the stone mosoleum just south that served as the resting place for both sisters.

“It is very much real. We are not figmants of your imagination. By opening up, you would become one with the force and we would get our goodbyes. We now prevent that.” Kinsa said.

Their world blurred for a second. A small tremor was then felt.

“She’s strong.” Analyn said.

“Very.” Kinsa replied.

Jakes eyes looked to the skies above. He could feel her. Valae was there. She’d come.

“That she is.” Jake said as his lips curled into a smile.

Jake’s body reacted as Valae pushed deeper. She worked through the very blood that coursed through his veins. His body could feel her presence and it responded. His body cooled at the touch of her hands. Jake’s temperature in those areas dropping like a stone in water. The scar from a wound that had long been thought healed slowly lost its inflammation. The redness dissipated. Still, as hard as Valae tried, the contamination of the man remained. She did however force it at bay. Jake’s neck twitched slightly as the Master Healer had managed to jump start his immune system just enough to continue on with their fight. His body knew, as did he, that this fight was not his alone. Slowly the temperature began to drop. His body cooled just enough to allow conscious thought to return; though a slight fever did remain.

“This is where we must bid farewell, Master.” Analyn said.

“For now. Somethings coming for you and her. Fare warning. It won’t be you that will need the saving this time.” Kinsa replied.

As Jake attempted to reply everything went dark. Just as quickly his eye lids began to blink open.

“Jake, can you hear me?” The sight of an Angel and the silk like tone of a goddess had greeted his consciousness. A weak, tired but very apparent smile crossed his face.

”What is this? Three? Four times you’ve worked to save me?” Jake asked. “This isn’t how I wanted you to find this place.” It was apparent Valae knew. She had to have been told. The question was just how much had Valae been told. Did she know the intention of this home? Did she know what Jake had planned? The ring!? Had she been given it or seen it?

“Surprise!” Jake joked.

Valae Kitra

#1741225 A Frozen Treasure

Posted by Jake Daniels on 28 February 2018 - 01:57 PM

“The least you can do is try.” Rania replied without hesitation. “I hate speaking in clichés but it’s often true. You and Jake aren’t like most people. You aren’t like most couples. Many couples are water and water or oil and oil. They just mix so perfectly together that it could make a card-maker chuck up their lunch. You and Jake are the epitome of water and oil. You both are your own unique personalities. You don’t mix perfectly together.”

Rania rubbed Valae’s back. Her hand slid up and down her spine. The Jedi Masters muscles were tight. The Twi’lek was no empath. She had no connection to the force. She could feel it though. The bond shared by Valae and Jake.

“He is brash. He is stubborn. He’s a right pain in the arse at times. You know that better than anyone. He does struggle walking what you both call that fine line between light and dark. He’s also a better person because of you. He’s let go of the pain of his past. I, Cody, nor Umako were able to cause him to do that. Not even his Masters descendants could. You did though.” Rania replied. “You’re gentle and caring. You’re also vocal but in a diplomatic sense. You are that light for the galaxy that Jake often speaks of. You make everything around you better; even if you don’t see that yourself. Hell, you make Mr. Gruff over there soften up. He has, of course, caused you to stiffen slightly. There’s a bit more edge to you.”

Rania chuckled as she lay her chin on Valae’s shoulder. One arm wrapped around the Jedi Master as her eyes befell Jake, “You’re water. He’s oil. Yet you both are blending together perfectly. You both deserve your own version of happily ever after.” Rania lay her cheek on the same shoulder to get a look at the room. “It won’t always be easy; especially with him but anyone who would do all of this for the woman he loves has an unwavering devotion. That’s the same devotion we see from you. That’s why you’re going to be able to heal him or at the very least to begin the healing process. You might not be able to cure him immediately but you’ll make him better and with time he’ll recover. You two need each other.”

Rania thought for a moment of her own relationship with both of her husbands, “I always saw Jake as a stay at home kind of guy. Don’t get me wrong, what I mean by that is he is the sort of guy you know will always be there waiting for you. He doesn’t have many friends. Doesn’t drink. Doesn’t do spice or whatever it is people call drugs these days. He just wants to be loved so each time you come through the door of this home you will always be rest assured Jake will follow soon after if he’s not already here.”

Rania then remembered the ring. Where was it? She turned her head to see where Jakes coat was. She couldn’t see it. One of the boy’s obviously moved his clothing around. By chance did they, for once, put things back where they belonged? Coming to a stand, Rania put another log into the fireplace before venturing into the closet.

As to not raise suspicion she continued talking, “You know what I admire about you and Jake? You act like normal people.” Rania shuffled through Jakes clothes to make sure the ring and its box weren’t placed anywhere else. “I’ve seen Jedi couples on Kashyyyk. When Jake was part of the One Sith, albiet briefly, I saw Sith couples. Sith couples are into the freaky bdsm type of relationships. No offense, Jedi couples seem to be more of the frilly flowery bunch. Complete opposite of the Sith. I see you and Jake,” Rania moved the clothes about as to not clump them together.

Coming out of the closet she flicked the light off and leaned against the wall, “and somewhere in the middle. The only normal force using couple in the galaxy. Normal and loyal. Now try and save your normal, loyal man.”

Valae Kitra

#1736900 Two For Flinching (TSE v. SJO Skirmish OOC)

Posted by Jake Daniels on 21 February 2018 - 06:51 AM

Anyone up for a bare knuckle, bloody, back and forth slug fest with Jake?

#1735707 Two for Flinching

Posted by Jake Daniels on 19 February 2018 - 01:04 PM

Location: Munitions Depot’s
Allies: TSJ
Enemies: TSE
Objective: Find someone to beat up.

Jake’s body was covered in a glistening sweat. The way his muscles stretched and bulged beneath his flesh was only heightened in appearance with his each deep breath he took and then held. Every extension of his arm, bending of his knees, and quick movement of his feet revealed the tell-tale features of an experienced combatant. His hair appeared shaggy. Darker than normal as it was soaking wet, his banks clung to his forehead as though he has just stepping from a shower.

The refurbished ordinance storage unit smelled of musk and stale beer. The ring took up a third of the metal container. The rest was taken up by the crowd of people that had gathered within. Some sat. Some stood. Everyone remained respectful of those around them and of those in the ring. Why? Because every one of them needed this.

Jake raised his fists, covered by a pair of black boxing gloves. Each arm was pulled in. Each hand taking position on either side of his head. A blue glove came roaring in. The hit collided with Jakes right forearm, knocking the man off balance. A second his came from the left, then a third from the right. Each rocking the aged warrior side to side. Still Jake kept his guard up. His teeth dug into the mouth piece that protected his teeth. His jaw clenched. His eyes momentarily shut as he allowed the beating to continue.

The fourth, fifth, and six hit came in and connected. Each hit harder than the previous but none broke through Jake’s defenses. For the moment, the Knight had protected the otherwise battered area known as his ugly mug. When a seventh combination hit was due to come in, Jake lashed out. Right, right, then a left. Three jabs coming from a south-paw stance. Normally a right hand dominate, Jake had been training to use the left. It was a much weaker hit, but the point was to stun. The first right connected cleanly to the face of his opponent. The second and third met glove. Jake, for the moment, allowed himself a breather as both men took several steps from the other.

Soldiers were incredibly stubborn individuals. Loyal to no end, they also had a tendency to let things build up. That meant people needed a way to let off steam. More importantly they needed a way to settle disagreements in a civilized fashion. In Jakes day the 62nd Marine Light Infantry used back room boxing matches to settle scores. There was no greater equalizer. Rank didn’t matter. An Admiral could step into the ring with a Private and no man was above the other. The moment a persons boots touched a boxing rings canvass, you were nothing more than a mere other man. No one was allowed to pull rank. No one was given a pass.

To see that this was a ritual that some soldiers still believed in was refreshing. Whether or not the Silver Jedi would be as accepting of such brutality was another question. How then did Jake managed to hide this from the leadership of the Silver Jedi? By enlisting the help of a couple of healers. People got hurt in the ring. Even Jakes face was swollen. His right eye was was purple, though not completely closed. His nose looked a bit worse from wear.

Likewise Jakes opponent showed signs of the bout. The man was much younger than Jake. He had a longer arm reach and more mass behind each swing. He was a power hitter. Though he didn’t hit Jake as often, each hit hurt. Jake jabbed. He preferred to wear down an opponent. The man he faced? This was a man who didn’t look like he’d be worn down. At least Jake could say he was leaving some marks. Fortunately neither Jake nor his opponent would be getting into any trouble for this. Had Valae Kitra seen this there was little doubt she would have a few choice words for the Knight. Likewise had Valkren Calderon known what Jake was doing with some of the soldiers, he might have had just a bit more than choice words for the reformed Jedi.

Each fighter unloaded. Power of his opponent rocked the Knight. Stylish combinations kept Jakes attacker at bay. There was no doubt how this fight would finish. It was just to be determined about how long it would take for Jake to go down. There was no bell to save a fighter. There were no rounds. It was whomever gave up first or whomever was the last man standing. Jake never gave up. Not because he was the best but because he was too damn stubborn to call it quits. That often meant he was the one whom made acquaintances with the boxing rings floor.

As Jake was back into one of the ring corners, he raised his hands again. A barrage of powerful hits found the body of Jake. He rocked side to side, doing his best to protect his face. Jake made a surprise one two combo to back his opponent up. Taking a step forward, he landed another one-two combo. His opponent put Jake right back into the corner with another hit. The gathered crowd let out groans and winced as they saw how Jakes body flopped backwards.

The sound of a distant concussive beats echoed through the air. Then another. A third. A fourth, fifth, sixth, and so on continued. Jake knew the routine of Kashyyyks forces. So did every soldier gathered. Today wasn’t a scheduled Silver Jedi Fleet exercise day. If there was one thing Jake could count on it was the fact that the Silver Jedi held to their schedules.

“Alright boys and girls.” Jake’s opponents said. “Wrap this up and head to your stations. We got work to do. Anyone marked up see one of the healers before leaving.”

Jake stepped out of the ring where he was approached by a woman in a Silver’s robes.

“You got worked over better than last time.” The healer remarked.

“Yeah, yeah.” Jake remarked.

“Isn’t it bad enough to be known as the Knight that trains Padawans like a Sith? You want them to find out about this too? The council is going to be furious when they find out about these backyard fights.” She said.

“Probably. They’re also be looking for the healers that helped to hide these fights to begin with.” Jake retorted with a laugh.

“Hold still.” The Healer raised her palms and put them before Jake. Closing her eyes she reached out with the force to close the small abrasions on his face. The swelling around his eyes, cheek bones, and nose soon subsided. When she was done her eyes reopened, “Like new. You know I’m going to tell Master Kitra one day.”

“But not today!”

The Healer let a scowl cross her face, “Next!”

Jake made his way to a chair where someone else helped him pull off his gloves. Reaching into his duffel, the man pulled out his shirt. Sliding it on the Knight rushed outside and into a crowd. Everyone was looking up to see the sight of ships coursing through the air. They weren’t Silver’s. Everyone knew the coloring of them. They new the designs. More specifically Jake felt the darkness through the force. They were Sith.

#1733257 A Frozen Treasure

Posted by Jake Daniels on 15 February 2018 - 01:37 PM

Rania simply sat. She watched as a Lioness approached her mate. Gentle. Caring. Affectionate. She saw the worry in Valae’s expression. She noted it in the way her hand held his own. There were only so many ways that Rania would explain the enigma that was Jake Daniels. Valae knew them all and then some. Few people knew of Jake. Fewer still knew him. Only one truly understood him and here that person sat with watery eyes as she stared down on the slumbering man.

“No he doesn’t.” Rania replied to Valae’s statement. “When I first met him on Honoghr he pushed himself to the point of near death on a couple of occasions. At first I wondered why? I’d never met a man like that. A man so driven, so focused that his first instincts are to others before himself. Then over time I learned. Hell, we all learned. Family. That drove him. From the bits of his past he has told us he spent decades as an Apprentice. He spent decades protecting his own. It’s a cliché’ I know.”

The Twi’lek rose and approached Valae. Sitting just behind her, green fingers rested on the Jedi Masters shoulders. There wasn’t much she could do. Not now. “We both know he won’t ever ask for help. It’ll take time but there’s only one person that can slowly pull him out of his over protective shell.” Rania’s attention turned from Jake to Valae, “That’s you sweetheart. I’ve seen him change. Subtly but the change is there. It’s there cause’ of you.”

“What man would build this for his woman? Sure men buy houses and gifts. Who builds?” Rania asked. “Even this bed…” Rania’s hand began tapping the comforter when she noticed something odd. A mark on Jake. “Cody!”

Cody was up the stairs and at the door in a flash, “What’s wrong?”

“This scar. How long has it looked like this?” Rania asked as she moved the blanket to reveal Jakes arm.

“I dunno. Awhile I think? When we changed his clothes we noticed it.” Cody explained.

“I know this scar. He got it when he rescued us on that god forsaken planet. It looks like its swollen.” Rania turned Jakes arm. The flesh of the repaired skin bulged outwards.

“The construction medic noted it when he checked him over. He thought if it was bacterial it may have originated from whatever wound was there. He called it a delayed physical reaction. Something like the bacteria took a while to work its way through his system. The blood is infected.” Cody explained. “That’s all we know.”

Rania nodded and Cody left. Once he was out of earshot, the Twi’lek looked over the swollen scar. Her eyes wavered slightly as the memories of her time on that desolate planet returned. She particularly remembered the wound. Valae had healed the flesh. Had there been more of an injury that no one spotted? Had there actually been something on a microscopic scale that had gone unnoticed? Had Jake been suffering all this time?

“If it is his blood, are you able to heal that? I know wounds we see but what about inside? Organs, veins, arteries… blood?” Rania asked.

Valae Kitra

#1729273 A Frozen Treasure

Posted by Jake Daniels on 09 February 2018 - 04:55 PM

Cody stood at the front steps of the home. Steam rose from a coffee mug held in his hands. His eyes watched as their freighter continued its decent through the growing dark clouds of Midvinter. A storm was moving in. Just moments earlier the construction crews had finished packing up the last of their equipment. After another quick check of Jake by their Medic, they made their leave from the planet. His eyes never wavered from the ship, even as the cold stung his corneas. He was covered by his winter coat but he’d not worn the goggle. A little pain was nothing compared to what Jake was going through.


Snow began to gently fall from the sky just as the landing gears pressed against the recently constructed landing pad. As the engines cooled a loud crack of thunder echoed through the area. Thunder snow was about to move in. He and Cody had noted the growing dark clouds but assumed the storm would swing south like it normally did. This one didn’t. It was coming towards the home. He watched two silhouettes descended from the ship. Cody still didn’t move. He simply took a sip of his coffee.


“How is he?” Rania asked as she and Valae made it to the front deck.


“Stable.” Cody replied.


Rania took the coffee from his hand and gulped its remnants down. The trio entered the home. Silence. It was a far cry from the bustling it had endured for the past several days. Cody led the pair to the main stairway, the now fully furnished living room in full view of Valae.


"We'll wait for Jake to give you the full tour." Cody quipped as the ascended the sturdy wooden steps.


Down a hallway, a turn onto a second and right to a door. It was opened as the trio approached. Umako stepped out. In one hand was a book. In another was a bowl of water with a hand towel resting inside. The Togruta stepped out and to the side so Valae could enter.


"I can't break the fever. Ice cubes melted." Umako said. "He's resting on the bed. He hasn't bled for a couple of hours now. Its just chills and fevers." His eyes drifted to Jake. The sight of dried blood around his nostrils still evident.


"I'll leave you in peace. Cody come. Should you need anything please holler." Umako said before stepping away.


Rania led Valae into the room. Warmth. Umako had lit the fireplace. The window curtains were pulled back to let in some additional lighting.Thankfully the windows were double panned. They kept the warmth in and the cold out. 


Rania took a seat at the end of the bed and turned her attention to Valae, "Least he is asleep. First time I've seen him rest in nearly two days. He's just so damn pale." She noticed the appearance of Jakes purplish veins pushing up against his skin. "Like I said. He had a black out recently. Said it was nothing. Had some bleeding, said it was due to exerting too much of the force. It just... didn't stop."


Valae Kitra

#1722883 A Frozen Treasure

Posted by Jake Daniels on 01 February 2018 - 08:42 AM

Rania typed away on the consols of her freighter. Lines of blue whizzed past the cockpit window as the ship tore through hyperspace. Fortunately the repairs she made mid flight to get Valae were holding. At this rate it would only be another hour before they hit Kashyyyk. The one thing she couldn’t fix was the comm-relay to Midvinter. They could still receive messages. They just couldn’t send them.

Rania glanced over at Valae. She took a moment to let her gaze linger. Why her? That was the main thought the Twi’lek held of the Jedi Master. For the year or so she had known Jake, the man had shown no interest in settling down. He’d been hell bent on resurrecting his deceased family. Nothing could sway him from his single focus. Though Jakes quest at resurrection failed, he had fallen into the focus of collecting his lost artifacts.

“Message coming from Midvinter.” Rania said as she pressed a blinking white button.

A small teal hologram of Cody appeared.

“I know I promised to fix the communicator. My bad.” Cody said. It was how he began every message to Rania. He royally fudged up. Though they could see him, he couldn’t see them. “Quick update on Jake. He’s resting. Umako is with him in the bedroom. Umm…” Cody looked down at a paper he held, “The construction crew brought in their medic. He took a look and said…” Cody pulled the paper closer to his face, “It’s not a viral infection. That much has been determined. The medic thinks its potentially bacterial. He…” his eyes continued to read though the sloppily written notes before crumpling it in his hand. “Bleeding continues to trickle from his nose. He bleeds from the right tear duct. He was given an antibiotic but the Medic isn’t sure that will be enough. We’ve broken the fever, though to me his body still feels hot. Skillet end transmission.”

With that Cody vanished.

Rania sat in silence. What was she going to tell Valae? Oh hey we suspected Jake to be sick but he kept saying he’s fine and we brushed it off? He had been their responsibility. From the moment his hands shook the first time Rania should have notified Valae. Guilt riddled her face as she look to Valae, “We’ve been working on Midvinter for awhile now. I noticed the bleeding a few days back when Jake was setting some logs into place. He said it was more of the force than he was used too and it took a toll on his body. Today I noticed the bleeding returned. He brushed it off but my gut was telling me something was wrong.”

Rania picked at her finger nails, “I had the boys and Skillet stay behind to keep Jake busy. I knew he wouldn’t want me to alarm you but,” why her? “I know you care deeply for him.” Rania let out a breath she hadn’t realized she held while stretching her suddenly tight body. “There’s always something with Jake. He’s like the galaxy’s personal punching bag.”

She might as well tell Valae now. “Jake knew your Master resided on Midvinter and how important he is to you. Family. He wanted to be close to those you call family. So he came up with an idea that was so secret even whatever Government on Midvinter was clueless too. He began to build a home… for you.” Ranis shook her head, “He’s gonna’ kill me for telling you this. We’ve all been working on the home for some time. That’s why he was always leaving Kashyyyk. He had to oversee the construction as he was meticulous in its design and construction. For him it wasn’t just some home. It was a home you both share, a place no one within the Order, no one from his past would know about.”

Rania let out a small chuckle, “Just do me a favor and act surprised when you see him?” Why her? Rania knew the answer. Because he loved her.

Valae Kitra

#1715350 A Frozen Treasure

Posted by Jake Daniels on 23 January 2018 - 05:09 PM

The journey should have taken only a few hours. It was supposed to be quick. She was supposed to have fetched Valae and returned to Kashyyyk same day. The key words were ‘supposed too’. A leak in her ships life support system had delayed things mid-flight. She was frustrated. She was panicked. She had taken it out on her freighter with a slew of profane words as she fought with wires and control panels, tubing and engine fluids. What was worse than that? Her communications were going kapoot. She could receive messages. She couldn’t send them. It was during her flight that she learned Jake had gotten worse.  


Having arrived at the Silverkeep, Rania was informed that the Grandmaster wasn’t at the temple that day. She also learned something else. Jake was missing his classes. Now she knew why Jake worked such a tight schedule. A couple days on Midvinter. A few days on Kashyyyk. A day late and people were taking notice. He really was a man who worked a consistent schedule.


The timber green Twi'lek was led through the Kashyyyl canopy's. Acrosss some stable and some less than stable wooden bridges across trees, Rania got to see what was so beautiful about Kashyyyk herself.The Wookies had a wonderful society, even if they did not seem as technologically advanced as others.They were people of nature. They cared for the planet as the planet cared for them. Now Rania knew why the Silver Jedi moved here. Peace. That's what Rania felt. An unrelenting, overwhelming peace.


Would Jake ever find it though? The peace? What was he like when alone with Valae? Was he as hard nosed and stubborn as he was with the boys?


A grey haired Wookie led Rania too a cute little treetop home. Her timber green fingers rolled into her palm. Her hand was raised towards the door. She didn’t knock yet. She was nervous. Scared. She was so damn late. How was she going to tell Valae? How could she explain that Jake was gravely ill? How was she to explain him being on Midvinter? What would Jake want?


The Wookie let out a holor, a call for Valae inside the home.


Rania stared wide eyed at the Wookie, who grinned, and then turned towards the door that was opening. Fear was written across her face as she spoke, "Jake... sick... Midvinter." Rania's heart was bounding against her rib cage. She was rambling, stumbling over her own words as she tried to speak. Raising a hand, she took a step back. Several deep breaths later, the Twi'lek was able to formulate something coherent.


"I know this is a surprise but I need you to come with me. Jake's fallen ill on Midvinter. He's getting worse with each passing hour."


Valae Kitra

#1711707 Changing Light

Posted by Jake Daniels on 18 January 2018 - 04:18 PM

The call of Valae. That silky tone. It echoed in what had been the darkness of an unconscious mind. That echo sparked a chain of events that slowly but surely began to stir the Jedi Knight from the medically induced sleep. Her voice. The neurons fired. Her call. The electrical symbols exploded. His body jerked first. His eyes flickered. Then the fogginess of his mind finally cleared. Everything was coming back to him.


When Jake pushed himself onto his hands and knees, he saw Andrei enter the room. His reflexes were to slow. The beating started.


This shouldn’t have been happening.


This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.


Each hit Andrei landed hurt worst than the last. How had his father out muscled him with the syringe? Something wasn’t adding up. Why had a man lost such a fight with someone twenty years his senior? As the beating continued, Jake heard the voice of Valae in the background.  The beating continued. The venom of his father rebutted everything she said. The beating continued… then the pain stopped. Jake felt it. Valae’s presence. Her protective barrier. Though Jakes body was getting hit the man felt nothing.


As Andrei spewed more toxicity towards Valae, Jake readied himself. When his father turned to place a kick upon his son, Jake caught the ankle. Kneeling upwards, Jake punched Andrei in the tendon just below the knee cap, which buckled the entire leg. Before Andrei could do anything more, Jake used what energy he had to grab his father by the throat.


The gasp of Andrei was like that of a person being drowned in water. The gurgling. The wheeze. The frantic way his hands thrashed at his throat and the unseen force grip. Harder Jake gripped. He hated this man and everything he represented. He hated that he had been his son. He hated his family. Just as much as they had hurt them, he had always dreamed of repaying the favor.


But that was then.


Jake’s eyes met Valae’s.


This was now.


There was a sense of serenity that washed over him. The images of their home. Their lives with one another. Breakfasts. Walks. Training. It was gentle. It was needed. Jake wasn’t a holder of a light because of a doctrine. He held it because of her and he knew Valae would want him to give mercy to the man that had never given him any.


Like paper into a waste basket, Jake tossed Andrei aside. Limping, he quietly found his place by Valae’s. Before they departed the room, Jake spoke but did not look at his father.


“Should I see you again I will not be merciful. Tell Mother the same thing. I’ve granted you a reprieve because I am not the monster I used to be. That doesn’t mean I’m a pushover. Threaten us again and I won’t be held responsible for what happens to you all. I’m done with this family. You all chose to play God with genetics and the force. Live with the consequences.” Leading Valae out of the office and down the hall, his tone softened to an almost un-Jake like level. “Let’s go home.”



Valae Kitra