Private Chase the Morning

[Krass Wyms]

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Location: Celestial Forge

The heat of the cryo forge was intense, designed to shape beskar it served well enough as contained in the heart was the quantum crystal that was being used to power it. Carefully testing and breaking containment to have the heart of a star fueling it. The blue white and yellow golds of the flames danced as Krass used her hammer. The force imbued head gleaming with aurobesh script when it struck the anvil. The Artisans and engineers worked on the equipment in larger numbers, she technically didn't have to work in a forge like this but there was something enjoyable and calming about it... her own meditation at least when she struck the super heated metal slag again. Each strike infusing force energy into it and she could forge it into some of the newer equipment.... later. For now she was finished technically.. the blade was made it would just need to be sharpened and etched which would need the art of the small and more intense meditation. The guards, the hilt and even the inlaid crystals were artisans jobs.

"And done." She said it to herself standing there in the tank top and forge pants. Her thick boots covered in small flecks of cooling metal while she turned and walked towards the doors as they opened and the containment of the forge rose back up. HEr hair in a ponytail when she stretched and could feel the cooler air of the ship on her skin. The hammer on her hip while the ships AI. indicated they were heading into the station. THe jedi master going to one of the alcoves as she stepped in and the armory secured her Quartermaster Robes after the sonic cleaners got the sweat. No point wearing armor you were going to stick up. She rolled her shoulders in it as the materia formed the robes over the armor and her hands flexed in the gloves testing the latest improvements to them. The Crucible Class Station was where she could pick up and meet other jedi this far out. She went through the airlock as the sounds came first from the various jedi and workers.

 

[Novalie Krii]

Crucible Class Station, designed as a portable academy and base of operations for the Jedi Order at large, who, whether constrained by time or by distance, were unable to return to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant week after week. A place for Jedi to rest and recoup before setting off on their next great adventure. At least, that's what she had gathered from the other Padawans she had met last night when she'd arrived.

It radiated with the light side of the Force, a tangible beacon of not only light but hope to the galaxy. That was something Novalie was just beginning to pick up on since her Padawan training had begun—perceiving the Force around her now more than ever. It was everywhere here, emanating from the heart of the ship through walls and ships and beings. The Crucible Class Station was more than mere durasteel and nuts and bolts. It felt alive, and not just because it was abuzz with activity.

To think that this sudden awareness of the Force around her was just the beginning of her training was more than a little overhwelming, and she had to wonder if all the Jedi throughout history had felt as she did now at one point or if her connection to the Force had just been severely limited until now, both by her own neglect and ignorance.

Deep thoughts for a teenager, she supposed—or as deep a teenager's thoughts can go—as she sat on a bench outside of the docking ports, awaiting the arrival of a Jedi Master that she was supposed to meet. To what purpose she wasn't sure, but she imagined she would find out as soon as the Jedi Master arrived. She pushed a strand of brown hair behind her purple-tinted ear and waited. ​

Krass Wyms​

 

[Krass Wyms]

Novalie Krii

The station itself was different to her eyes... the lights much brighter, the people well they were doing more than just the techn division which helped and then there was the chance of all the padawan who were milling around and seeing things. Since the station did have the chance to mvoe around the galaxy and go with some of the larger temples or stations or outposts... it did help them. She stood in front of a group and put her hands on her hips while looking at them and with some she came to eye level.. her species naturally small and stocky with the muscles for forge work.. it helped but some didn't always take her as serious with the size.. bad judgement. "So you are all here on the crucible... tell me who here has an interest in the finer aspects of the order." She smiled. "I am talking of the tech division the ones who make your robes and utility belts and sometimes replacement limbs."

 

[Novalie Krii]

The woman that waltzed out of the airlock, red streaked hair blowing with the change in the pressurized atmosphere, was more than a little intimidating in spite of her height. Particularly to an impressionable teenager, still very much unsure of her own place within the order. The woman commanded the attention of all of the Padawans within her immediate vicinity with little more than a few words.

The two words that stuck out to Novalie were replacement limbs. Replacement limbs? Would that... would that really be necessary? The Keshiri swallowed and looked around at some of the other Padawans, gauging their reactions. They appeared to be entirely unfazed by the notion of losing a limb or two.

Assuming that this was the Jedi Master she was supposed to meet, Novalie raised a purple hand and spoke up. "Uh... me," she answered the other woman's question, clearing her throat when her voice cracked. Krass Wyms ​

 

[Krass Wyms]

Novalie Krii

She turned her attention towards the one who spoke and raised her hand. Offering a smile that was more warm... THe others were in agreement and understood. "Ah good, than if you are all prepared... know that limb loss for a jedi is a rare thing... usually like twenty percent of the time and only if you are careless... but we have gotten far better health coverage for it now that we have gotten to expand on the technologies... no just heavy metal hand for you that doesn't do much." She clapped while motioning for them. "Now lets get you all around aand you can explore the station.. just be careful as there are always medical areas here or experiments being done. They have been using the station to develop and test some of the newer equipment for the jedi." The smile was on her face. "You." SHe said it pointing. "The only one who raised their hand can accompany me, the rest there are engineers and artisans as well as doctors and healers that can teach you or answer questions." She looked at them and was walking with a smiel on her face. "So what is your name padawan?"

 

[Novalie Krii]

Twenty percent? That percentage still seemed abysmally high to a teenager who had never even come close to losing an appendage, but she supposed it could be a lot worse. After all, hadn't her father regaled her with such stories as a little girl? Of brave and valiant heroes who suffered life and limb for the right?

"You can never sacrifice too much for what you believe in, Novalie. Remember that," he'd whispered, kissing her forehead and turning off the light. She had drifted off to sleep not long after that, her dreams full of courageous knights and treacherous dragons and adventures far too outlandish to ever be believed. Now she had the chance to follow in the footsteps of some of those heroes she had admired as a child, if not exactly in the way she had imagined.

Not waiting to be told twice, the Keshiri scooped up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder, falling in to step beside the Jedi Master. If there was one thing her father had instilled in her from a young age, it was to always follow orders.

"Novalie Krii," she answered, matching the Master's stride. Krass Wyms ​

 

[Krass Wyms]

Novalie Krii

She nodded while walking and the station shifted from the hallway to open up into one of the training areas to observe and check over many of the other parts. "I am Krass Wyms in the tech division and quartermaster." She offered a nod of her head coming into the room as droids moved around. "We used to have dozens of these stations but this is the last one now... scattered across the galaxy for medical services, training and generally a place for safe haven but the wars have damaged more of them.... but like the temples themselves we have started to rebuild... more so we have been developing newer stations with more means to survive." She said it and stood there as the view port opened up. "And that is my ship, the celestial forge. We are bringing some of the new pieces we crafted from the kyber forges of the well." She was looking at the padawan. "So tell me about what brought you here? What is it you were looking for within the jedi order?"

 

[Novalie Krii]

Jedi Master Wyms led Novalie down one hallway after another, which left the Padawan wondering just how large this mobile space station was, until they came to a stop on an observation deck that overlooked a portion of the station.

Many of the Jedi present were in the midst of training, sparring one another on foam mats or jabbing at dummies. Novalie's dark eyes drifted to one Jedi, who sent one of the practice dummies flying across the room without ever laying a finger on it. Others were gathered around a water cooler, chatting and laughing like they didn't have a care in the world. Everywhere there was a sense of comradery, at least to Novalie—an outsider of sorts, looking in.

"Do you mind telling me a little bit more about the war?" she asked, following the Jedi Master toward a viewport where they could see the space docks. The teenager knew that the Jedi were in one, of course, but she knew next to nothing about the details. News didn't travel too fast on the fringes of the Outer Rim, at least not on Kesh. Particularly for a typical teenager not wrapped up with the politics of the galaxy. Now that she was a Padawan herself, she kind of needed to know.

Black eyes followed the direction of Master Wym's finger, to the ship she said was hers. Several men in flight suits were descending the ramp with boxes in their hands. Novalie knew even less than next to nothing about ships but tried to look impressed. She was sure it was an impressive ship. She just... didn't know enough to know why.

"It was my father's idea," she answered without thinking, then looked at Master Wyms to gauge her reaction. Would she think less of her because it hadn't been her own idea? Oh, well. It was probably best to tell the truth. Jedi could tell when you were lying anyway, couldn't they? "I think he wanted to get me out of conscription for a few years. Have me learn how to actually use the Force instead of just... being at the mercy of its whims?"

Clearly, she didn't have a real grasp of the Force yet. Krass Wyms ​

 

[Krass Wyms]

Novalie Krii

She looked at her and nodded. "THe war is not something I am directly involved in. A fair amount fight... I build and rebuild and construct. Temples, ships, armor, sabers that can be used it is true but also the stations like this for those affected and there are a lot." She offered a softer smile though while listening to her and about her fathers plan... curious more. "Interesting padawan, tell me... you do know the jedi is not a field trip? This is something meant to be greater than yourself... your compassion to help others, to protect them. Most do it for a lifetime and even continue after that through the teaching to their students, through the impact that they have made without the orders."

 

[Novalie Krii]

The Jedi Master explained that she was not directly involved in the conflict, daily drawing her sword and charging headfirst into the clash, shedding blood on the front lines of countless battlegrounds scattered across the galaxy. Instead of tearing down, she rebuilt that which had already been torn down. Trying to put the galaxy back together, one little piece at a time.

Eventually, all of those "little" pieces added up. Novalie's father had always stressed to her that in the military, and especially in times of war, there were no small jobs. Only small people. Every job made a difference, just like every nut, bold, and cog that went into a well-oiled machine. Perhaps the Jedi Order was more akin to a military than she had realized.

"I realize," the Keshiri responded in a small voice, her eyes fixed on the Jedi's ship that sat in the dock. It was a commitment. That she understood. Just how much of a commitment? She supposed she would find out. Krass Wyms ​

 

[Krass Wyms]

Novalie Krii

"Good." She said it and patted her on the shoulder. "But that doesn't mean we are serious all of the time. You are going to encounter a lot of different jedi in the orders, a lot in the galaxy. Each one is going to be different and each one is going to willing or unwilling teach you things. As a padawan you are able to absorb all of it.. learn and refine it so when you become a knight you can practice it and as a master of the order perfect and refine it more. MAke it something that another will benefit from... even if it is only one person." She said that while keeping the walk going. "Of course you could also choose an area within the order that doesn't do much... there is the economic watch circle... they handle the massive amounts of funding for the various jedi groups that are involved throughout the galaxy. Fund a lot of my research into new equipment like lightsaber components. Currently we are the only ones who have standarized mestar crystal for the lens of the blade... makes the saber be unaffected by cortosis and with a small switch can handle ion paddle beamers or even vaporize slugs fired at the blade or slice into beskar. My tri-phase switch serves many different functions."

 

[Novalie Krii]

Economic watch circle? Novalie nodded along as she listened to the Jedi Master, trying to act like she was interested, but that sounded as boring as watching a cactus grow on a hot summer day. She hadn't traveled halfway across the galaxy to be an accountant for the Jedi Order.

Her eyes never strayed from the Jedi Master that stood beside her, but her mind wandered. She pictured herself sitting behind a desk in some back office of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, secluded in a corner no one wandered to except when absolutely necessary, typing away day after day on a data pad. Adding up numbers, double-checking expenses, and questioning Jedi Master So-and-So about his 900 credit bill from some seedy, back-alley gambling establishment on Nar Shaddaa that hadn't been accounted for in last month's billing.

That was... not the life for her. Not after her father had raised her to fight and defend, the Kesh military always her goal. To be just like her father. Just like her grandfather, and his father before him. It was never the life she had pictured for herself, but then again neither were the Jedi. All of this was sudden and new and unlike anything she'd experienced in her short sixteen years of life.

Then Master Wyms said something that piqued her interest. "Did you forge your own lightsaber?" she asked, cocking her head to one side. As she understood it, every Padawan forged their own lightsaber at some point, whenever they were ready. That interested her greatly, and she wanted to hear more about it. About Master Wym's personal experience or insight. Krass Wyms ​

 

[Krass Wyms]

Novalie Krii

She looked at her and the girl was thinking about it... all of them did when you mentioned the economic watch circle... but someone had to be in charge of the stipends and credits you had for missions... someone had to account for the fuel expenses or to repair aand mend clothing and equipment.. or rebuild training rooms when the padawans and jedi were done damaging them.. and the droids training droids en mass for sales. Then the mention of her saber and Krass brought her hand to her... hammer as she lifted it and held it. The forge hammer gleaming but she spoke. "Yes this is Jǫrmungandr Steði. The head of it is infused with the lightside of the force allowing it to shatter darkside artifacts and the solarite it is forged from is for one who walks in the light as weightless as a feather but for those who lift it and use the dark it is like trying to lift a star."

The smirk was on her face when she held the short hilt with both hands making it look awkward but she twisted it as the hilt released another smaller hilt. The saber hilt itselfsleek silver to a polish. No gilding or grips. Her hand holding it as the metal shifted to contour to her grip. "Designed with some of the best components like the tri-phase switch, a multi fractal lense that allows it to shift as needed to handle dueling or deflection. It doesn't short out with cortosis or water and in insulated from ion and emp. Its crystal assembly and power cell allows it to channel enough energy to vaporize beskar like a cryoforge allowing conflict when the mandos attack to be on even footing." She said it without activating it but twisted it in her hand having the wider grin on her face before she slid it back into the hilt fo the hammer and s,ipped it on her hip.