Choosing a Family

[Northwood Galaxy]

Jade panted as she lay slumped in the chair of the transport. She had given what money she had left to the pilot so she could bring her to the Silver Jedi.

Now, normally she was a neutral force user, but lately, Jade had been in places wher the light and dark side where constantly fighting. The longer she wandered, the sicker she got.


Even the normally wary force user was forced to admit: she needed help. So, she found a pilot that was willing to bring her to the Silver Jedi. Jade had heard about them, but always thought they seemed more prideful in the light. However... Jade decided to give them a chance.


She gripped the chair as she nearly lurched forward. Coughing hard, Jade focused on staying seated. Once the ship was smoothly traveling in space, she sat back.


Jade found herself asleep in minutes, to tired from the conflicting force energies to do anything else.


Later, she woke to the ship slowing down to land. Groggily, she stood up, using her staff as support, and stumbled out of the ship. She listened to the sounds around her, starting to relax already. She was in a place where the force was more relaxed, and Jade was feeling better.

Tapping her staff ahead, she searched for the temple. Finding the courtyard, she sat on a bench, still tired and sick from well, force sickness. Panting, she waited to see what would happen.

 

[Dajara Boshtet]

The soft stepping as she moved was a surprise to many of the others, around her and as she went around the glowing padawan got a small look but stayed calm and quiet. She was short, glowed in the dark and stood on her tip toes for just about everything.. add to that she pretty much could be knocked over and out by a stiff breeze it wasn't exactly the most fun form of living but she still did it learning from the silver jedi a great deal and following the the footsteps of some fo the ghostlings who had joined the jedi order to recover their reputations after everything that happened. Dajara stepped softly into the gardens of the temple and could see around where all fo the other silver jedi were.

 

[Northwood Galaxy]

Jade could sense the ghost of a Padawan. She flinched a bit at the girl's force signature, but stood fast. "Hello, Little One, if I may ask, where is a Master I may speak with?" Jade leaned heavily on her staff as she stood up, she could feel another wave of sickness coming on.

Jade felt as if she was going to pass out or throw up.

 

[Northwood Galaxy]

(posted with the wrong character.)

 

[Poro]

The sun was a giver and a taker of life. The only difference lay in where you were in relation to it. Poro was in a very nice spot. He sat upon a stone bench which had pleasantly soaked in the warmth of this planet's sun. His eyes were closed as he lazily snoozed/meditated on this fine day.

He tried to ignore the click-steps indicative of a bipedal walking with a staff, but had to half-interestingly open his right eye to gaze upon the sentient that decided to sit down on the same bench as him. It was impossible to miss as Poro's little body could easily sense the vibration of weight setting down onto the bench.

He tried to close his eyes and resume his rest, but he quickly opened them again to look at the woman. She was ailing and Poro's small heart was moved.

He padded softly over to her left hand, which resting upon the stone, and nuzzled it softly with his furry face. He then looked up at her and attempted to project his thoughts,

'Are you okay, ma'am? They say that petting soft things can prove to be highly therapeutic.'

[member="Jade The Rogue"]

 

[Northwood Galaxy]

"No, I am sick." Jade said as she laid a hand on the creature. "I am seeking a master so I may ask about seeking refuge here. The force is getting more chaotic. May I ask your name?"

 

[Dajara Boshtet]

[member="Jade The Rogue"] [member="Jade The Rogue"]

Dajara was looking at her and raised an eyebrow when she thought about it. "All around, this is Voss and the silver jedi's temple we have any number of masters around one can speak to." Usually though getting in contact is was better to go with aynai where the public temple was. Voss was for silver jedi to have the knowledge of. Vaynai was where they made a public face and temple to meet people... though given how everyone just seemed to ignore it she guessed the assembly of masters would figure something new out to try and help the others that were here. As to the woman being sick she was looking at her. "If you are ill though there are the healers int he sub basement with Cathbodua."

 

[Poro]

[member="Jade The Rogue"]

'My name is Poro. I am a Ropo. Though I am no master, let me be the first to welcome you to Voss, ailing stranger. In all my time exploring the galaxy, there are universal truths I have learned.'

Poro's tiny paws allowed him to shamble slowly over her legs and over to the staff leaning against the stone in her hand.

'The Force shall always and forever remain the same; unchanged despite our best efforts. It is simply our actions, our afflictions as those connected to its vastness that alter our perception of the Force. It is not the Force that is in chaos, but rather you. We must all strive to find inner peace, but, for those who cannot do it on their own, there are always others who may lend support.'

He booped the tip of his nose against her staff and imbued it with a small amount of positive Force Energy. For the next hour or so, holding on to the staff would help soothe her pain; her ailment. He tiredly crawled back up onto her legs and settled into her lap.

'Now, I must rest, for I am tired, the sun is warm and your lap is soft. Until we meet again, Cloud Singer.'

And, with that, he fell asleep in her lap.

 

[Northwood Galaxy]

Jade Smiled, "thank you little one." She leaned back and was soon asleep herself.

 

[Northwood Galaxy]

About an hour later, Jade woke up, feeling that the lift!e creature was gone. With a small groan, she stood up and made her way inside the Temple, tapping her stick ahead.

"Hello?" She coughed, "is a master with authority here?"