Familiar Pink

[Jericho]

The air was humid but there was a slight breeze. On the streets, vender's called out loudly to sell their goods. children ran around playing games, as women moved in groups shopping, every once in a while, stopping to buy something cold to drink. Most wore light colors to withstand the heat.

A male, large and terrifing looking turned from the dark alley where he emerged. His outfit seemed to be the exact opposite of the darkness on which he came from. A light white cloak, with pink cherry blossoms rested on his shoulders and fell down. The edges had gold thread on it, attracting eyes. Underneath her cloak was his normal outfit. A black armor, his tradition mask, with a yet another robe lightly over his armor, no sleeves. The warrior wore large boots that made a heavy stomp despite his light movement. His light sabers swung lightly on his hips as he moved down the street.

He moved quickly through the crowd, they murmured "excuse me" and "pardon me" numerous times but the warrior ignore it. The warrior had felt the presence of another, a light one, a familiar one. Who was this person that gather this much of his attention? The warrior pushed through the crowd returning to the club in which he had felt the presence despite the issue from the night before they made preparations to for the dances and opening. He entered the club pushing aside the bounces whom couldn't even lay a finger on him and made his way. He looked before him and saw a woman slender and pink. A Zeltron. Could it be he was mislead and instinct made new? The warrior closed his eyes and let out a sigh, letting the force flow. No. It was her. The warrior emitted his calming yet powerful presence and see if whether or not she was trained.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza had returned to the club the afternoon after her performance to return the dress she had borrowed after…literally running out of the building while still wearing it. Even though things got a little dicey after her dance, she still remembered the night fondly. It seemed that others did too, as the manager pulled her aside to discuss any future routines with her. The Zeltron hemmed and hawed through the conversation, flattered that they enjoyed her work but hesitant to continue. While she certainly did enjoy it, she felt that it would be too easy for her to slip back into the club lifestyle. It was the very thing she wanted to escape on Zeltros—but it was also the only thing that made her feel at home.

Still undecided, Joza’s thoughts turned from dancing when she felt the same familiar presence from last night. Her eyes flared in surprise, causing the manager to arch his brows at the sudden change in expression. “Sorry.” Joza shook her head gently, trying in vain to appear interested in their conversation. She could feel the presence moving closer, as if it was seeking her out. Not a few seconds after did a large man enter the building, brushing past the bouncers as if they weren’t even there.

The manager saw this from over Joza’s shoulder and scowled, causing the young woman to furrow her brows and turn around to see what he was glaring at. When she laid eyes on the cloaked figure, her first instinct was to be intimidated by his imposing figure. But the calm feeling that ebbed from him kept her from panicking, and she responded in kind by extending her own calming presence toward him. It was much weaker but still there, and required a good amount of concentration on her part. It would have been so much easier with pheromones.

She approached him slowly, brows arched down in curiosity. She knew his presence from somewhere, but she couldn’t place it. The Galactic Alliance? No, that wasn’t it. It was before then. Way before then. She was standing in front of him now, her face scrunched up with a look of disapproval before it faded suddenly. “You’re that guy who hit me in the face. On Zeltros. A…long time ago.” It hit her almost as hard as his hand did when she was a child. He was the first force user she had ever met.

[member="Jericho"]

 

[Jericho]

Jerichp was sure taken back by the reaction of the pink girl, let alone her transformation. What was the girls name? Did he ever get it? He stared down at the girl with a cold expression in his eyes wondering if she really was the same little girl on Zeltros. What a marvelous thing it was between to see such growth and change and to be remembered though that was the furthest thing he was thinking off. The warrior felt her signature, the calming presences emitted by her. He felt at peace as his eye slowly shut, away from this realm, as if in a whole different astral plane itself leaving only the two. In truth, the transformation was unexpected, as in his youth he had never anticipated in see her this way or at all. It was a large galaxy after all. He could feel the change in her a level of wanting change but yet and unwillingness to press foreword as if she was scared of what was ahead. However, to Jericho, everyone had demons, especially himself. His eyes still staring at Joza, scanning her. The transformation vanished just as it appeared he thought about mentioning it once. Although he decided against it in the end afterall the two had just shared a that moment of peace.

The warrior placed a hand and caressed her cheek, when he did she could feel his temperature was warmer then the average humanoid. Lightly his thumb moved side to side keeping a silence and as closed his eyes and emitted more of a sensation calm trying to remember her name but to no avail. She has come further than many as one untrained in the force as she, at least he assumed she hadn't had a true master feeling no presence of another force user. She knew who he was feeling his signature, remembering, truly a powerful transformation within the little girl in Zeltros, he remained silent a moment long to analyze her and let out a short sigh as he lowered his hand. "My memory." The warrior started off calmly his voice deep and stern, booming up close yet quiet from afar. "Is an archive filled with many, many things from the last filled years. I am afraid I do not remember you." The warrior raised his hand and adjusted his mask before continuing. "But I know you are not lying as I have felt your presence before, with that I apologize. I am known as Jericho, a master within the order of the Silver Sanctum." The warrior said with a humble bow of his head.


[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza stood before him, unmoving. His silence on the matter would have begun to irritate her if she wasn’t able to feel him probing her with the force, searching to make sense of the familiar feeling. The calming sensations helped as well, leaving her to be rather content in the moment. She hadn’t mingled with another force user this way before, and it was strangely relaxing.

She started up at him intently as he placed a hand gently at her cheek. Say something. The anticipation was building now, and she wanted to know why he decided to seek her out. Just say something. Anything. He must remember her, right? Even if it had been a long time ago, something had drawn him to her.

Oh. So he didn’t remember her after all. The disappointment was visible on her face and in her posture as her shoulders slumped slightly. Her heart began to sink and looked away from him, letting her eyes fall closed for a few moments. He had made such an impact on her in her early life that she hadn’t forgotten him in the least. And while it hurt that he couldn’t remember her, she supposed that she understood why. He was probably a busy man who had met many different people in his life. Opening her eyes, she inhaled slowly and drew on the feeling of calm emanating from him. His sincerity had lessened the blow, and her gaze returned to the robed Jedi in front of her.

“Jericho. So that’s your name.” She paused for a few moments, studying him. He’s a Silver, huh? Of course he’s a master, too. She nodded her head vaguely when he lowered his, still taking the information in. “Joza, Padawan of the Galactic Alliance.” She offered her own name, rank and affiliation—still awestruck that she was meeting the Jedi who inspired her those years ago. “You were here last night, weren’t you?” She folded her arms over her chest, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “I felt it. I didn’t know what it was, but it was something familiar.” A thought struck her. Had he seen her dance? She hoped not. Kinda. Now that the nightlife fueled adrenaline had worn off, she almost regretted it.

[member="Jericho"]

 

[Jericho]

Jericho frowned a bit under his mask. The warrior didn't need to the force to know what she was feeling. The young zeltron did not know the was a Lorrdian, kinetic communication was his first language. The movement of the slumping of her shoulders to the slight turn of head to keep her emerald eyes from latching on with his own. It was more than disappoint that she was feeling when he told her he didn't know who she was. The warrior knew that she felt something for him something meaningful and special. But having those feeling not reciprocate was a devestating feeling, he was familiar with it. The warrior kept his person composed but wasn't sure how to make her feel any better of what happen between that short exchange. So for now he could only brush through it until he knew the correct response to say to her.

The warrior nodded his head, "A pleasure to formally meet you, Padawan Joza of the Galactic Alliance." The warrior said calmly to her as he more focused and tuned himself to her, he could feel a radiance of stress coming from her whether or not she realized it. He used the force to tune into heart rate and all was normal so it was not from their suppose reunion. He gave another deep look when their eyes locked once again, this time he read he emotion quite differently, something plagued her mind, he knew the strange glimmer dullness in her look. It was saying she was happy to be alive yet scared of what it had in store for her as if a child within a battlefield. Whether or not she has face the horrors of a battle field he did not know. Of what was going on in her mind he could not say nor was he going to pry, at least for now.

As of now he would only greet her as council member of the order would greet a new face. Welcoming, well as welcoming as he could, he lacked the gentle touch as the others did. The warrior nodded his head lightly when she asked him the question, "Yes, I was." The warrior said. "I was here on a mission to gather information on something for myself and felt the calming presence admist the flurry of emotion and loudness of the club." As he spoke and caught more of her scent, the more he remembered her. Unlike most he was complete tuned with all his senses even more so with the force, like a pup sniffing another he caught her scent and began to remember the little girl he met on zeltron. The warrior lightly poked the girl's nose where he had hit her braking her nose and having fixed it. "Ah..." The warrior started off. "It is coming back to me. I broke your nose before." The warrior stated blantantly most would use their clever tongue to joke and laugh the situation off, rather Jericho just stated an obvious action he made to her with her already realizing of whom he was. "Now I remember and why you were so familiar." The warrior commented again.

To think...She had changed so much.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Jericho]

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[Joza Perl]

Joza blinked as the large man poked her nose, looking slightly taken aback by the action. A slow smile crept onto her face when he recalled breaking her nose. She was more excited than she showed on the surface, her pride not allowing her to let more than a small smile show. But he remembered her. Even if she only occupied a tiny, tiny part of his life it was enough for her.

The sound of someone clearing their throat behind them broke Joza from her thoughts. The pink woman turned to see the manager staring at them expectantly, an impatient look on his face. “Right…” She muttered. Their little reunion was probably interfering with their preparations. Her eyes went back to Jericho before she tilted her head toward the door, indicating that they should leave. “Would you mind if we continued this elsewhere?” In hindsight, she probably should have insisted that they leave earlier, before introducing herself as part of the Galactic Alliance. She wanted to keep her identity separate from her dancing for nervous reasons, but already failed pretty hard at that.

Should he follow her out onto the underground streets of Sullust, Joza would wait until they settled into a comfortable pace before speaking again. “I’m glad that you remember me. I…haven’t forgotten you.” She admitted as she looked up at him, her eyes drifting from his face to the shopfronts as they walked. “You made a pretty big impact on me, and I don’t mean just breaking my nose. Although that did hurt.” She paused, her tone humorless but not accusatory or angry. “I only left Zeltros a short while ago. I’ve been doing everything I can in my studies, but…I feel like something’s lacking.” Her tone was hesitant as she tried to choose the right words to describe what she felt. She craved experience, experience that she didn’t have. Her one bout of real combat left her terrified for her life and she wanted desperately to overcome her fear and lack of skills.

[member="Jericho"]

 

[Jericho]

After hearing a clearing throat, Jericho and the club owner glared at each other silence. The club owners irritation was obvious as his conversation was cut off by the warrior and may no indication of their conversation ending any time soon. The club owner continued to stare at Jericho while Jericho merely did the same; the club owner gasped, as he felt all his breath leave him. It was as if Jericho's stare was peering passed him or rather more like through him. It made the man nervous and break an heavy and hot single drop of sweat. For that moment the club owner felt the heavy vibration and felt as though he was shaking from the endless stare contest until he could not handle it anymore the man quickly turn away breaking the gaze, while Jericho merely let out a light scuff, turning his own eyes back to the pink girl.

She shook her head as a signal to leave and the warrior quietly complied following the girl out and listened what she had to say. He was surprised to hear that he was such a large part of her life completely unaware his own significance to the galaxy and on the smaller scale the order and even on a smaller scale the people who are actually around him. The warrior blinked showing minimal surprise as he walked next her and look at her movement and facial makes to ensure that she was not lying and to his own continued surprise, she wasn't. "If you wish." The warrior stated calmly and held his hands behind his back as he walked. "You are welcome to come to the Silver Sanctum territory and learn what wish to learn. We have a wide variety of instructors opened to your needs."

She had potential to learn and from what he knew she had a lack of knowledge but made do with what she knew without a master. Imagine her skill if she was refined. It could be her pheromones that she emitted naturally to make him so open to the idea of her joining so quickly. Well it was that or whether or not he wanted to admit to himself; the zeltron pulled on a heart string of his making it easier to open up to her.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

As they walked, Joza found that somehow she felt more at ease with him than with most other’s she had spent more time with. Was it because they were connected in some way? While she knew the basics, the force still held many mysteries to her. But it was the force that led him here to her, so she figured that it must have been a decent connection at the very least.

Glancing upwards at him again she almost smiled. He was large and imposing, everything about his figure seemed as if he were made to be intimidating. But she wasn’t daunted by him at all, as strange as it sounded. He was being rather kind to her and she sensed no hostility directed toward her—though from how he dealt with the club manager she had no doubt that he could easily terrify her if he so wished. But the fact that he didn’t spoke to his character, and as she sorted out her feelings she felt a strong sense of respect for the Jedi Master.

His offer surprised her, but she couldn’t hold back a small, genuine smile. “Thank you,” she began, clearing her throat. She briefly brought to mind Krux, the Sith turned Jedi who had helped train her in Soresu and lectured her about the temptation of the dark side. “I’ve never been to Silver territory before, but I’d like to visit as many places and learn from as many different people as possible. I really appreciate your offer, and will be visiting Voss the first chance I get.” A thought struck her and she tilted her head slightly, letting her eyes wander along the patterns that hung from the shoulders of his cloak for a few moments before refocusing up at him. “Would…it be possible for me to receive some instruction from you?”

[member="Jericho"]

 

[Jericho]

"Voss is beautiful place." The warrior started off when the when the Zeltron made the mention of the Silver Sanctum. After long journeys exploring the galaxy outside of Silver Sanctum, Voss was a home he could always return to. He never told anyone about his departures for such a long time cause he felt it would be better that they did not know what he had on he daily planner. But the places he had gone were unimaginably horrid compared to the peaceful and majestic planet of Voss and it full of magnificent sites, some made by the silvers. "It is fill with some of the brightest minds and skillful hands the galaxy has to offer." The warrior stated sounding uncharacteristic optimistic and throwing a pitch for her to join the sanctum. They continue their little walk until she was asking if it was possible if she could be instructed by him, personally. The warrior stopped in his tracks at the thought.

It had been some time since he had taken on a padawan or a teaching anything to anyone really aside from one. Despite his calm aura and masked look, an enormous amount sense of guilt overwhelmed him. All of his own long term students have either passed on with the force or became one with darkness, his training was that of cold hard experience of the battlefield and there was no filter of that. He had taken that single other one for special reason. The warrior looked at her and let out a light sigh. "[member="Coci Heavenshield"]....[member="Connor Harrison"]....[member="Nima Tann"]...Those are the just some names of masters, that come into mind that would make better instructors for you, if they choose to teach you; you would become a great jedi. And of course If you choose to come and learn." The warrior calmly stated. "I am a poor instructor, my way of teaching is....Different and I wouldn't recommend, at least until you learn more of the force."

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza wanted to frown initially. She had some sort of grandiose delusion that he would be the one to teach her, like something out of a storybook legend. She had to remind herself quickly that those weren’t real, and that she shouldn’t impose on [member="Jericho"]. As much as she respected and looked up to him, she…really didn’t know that much about him. Or anything beyond his name and affiliation for that matter. And yet, somehow she felt as if she had some sort of bond with him, however faint. It was strange and frustrating, but a lot of things were to her in this stage of her life.

She knew of one other Jedi, [member="Krux Mullarus"] who was a part of the Silver Sanctum. She found the former Sith easy to talk to, and even began to look up to him as a mentor. Maybe paying the Silvers a visit wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Nodding slowly, the Zeltron accepted his words. She was a little disheartened to hear that he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—teach her, at least not yet. It was probably for the best, and she tried to remind herself that getting ahead of herself wasn’t a good idea. “I’ll visit Voss when I can. Soon, I hope. I’ve heard good things about the Silver Sanctum.” She paused, contemplating the people he’d mentioned. She had no luck finding a master within the Galactic Alliance, perhaps she’d be able to in the Silver Sanctum? “Is..having a master absolutely necessary?” She spoke suddenly, frowning in thought. She’d attended group lessons and even had one-on-one interactions with more experienced Jedi, so she began to wonder if it was a definite requirement.

 

[Jericho]

"If you are drawn there I am more than sure you will be welcome there." The warrior remarked to her comment, he read he facial movement and she went from wanting to see the planet to being a little unsure. Was it from something he said earlier and the warrior made a slight sigh, Asha had told him he shouldn't be so cold to people and looked up lightly to the sky and back to her. "You would be a most welcome sight within the planet and the order." The warrior stated calmly with a slightly changed tone, slightly changed. He faced her to speak with her more clearly. "From what I understand getting a master would be a simple task within the order as they are more than willing to teach." Thinking of what his experiences in training alone the warrior shook his head. "Yes you can, learn on your own I mean, though I would not recommend it. As different perspectives can provide you with a more expanded few of the force."


[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

The Zeltron closed her eyes briefly, tilting her head to the side as she tried to get a read on what [member="Jericho"] was feeling. She was still a novice when it came to feeling things through the force, though she could forge a brief empathetic connection due to her blood. But she didn’t want to do that, it was too easy, too natural for her. She frowned slightly in frustration when she couldn’t gather enough concentration, but figured that it wasn’t the time for that now anyway.

“I’ve heard that Voss is a beautiful planet. And that the Silver Jedi are more…relaxed.” She started, clearing her throat. “As much as I’ve learned in the Alliance, I’d like to experience as much as possible, from as many teachers as possible.” In truth, she feared lack of guidance, and subsequently, falling to darkness. She’d heard many bad things about the Sith, but really didn’t understand it at more than a base level. Even from a young age she was taught to dislike them, considering the destruction they brought to her home planet. Just the thought made her heart skip a beat in fear.

 

[Jericho]

A slight smile was made on his face though hidden under his mask the woman before him had grown up from the loud little girl. "That is a good way to think, Joza." The warrior responded with his usual stern tone with a smooth undertone. "I respect that this is your wish." As he said that he felt something within her there was a fear, there was anger and there was hate whether or not she realize she was emitting this, the warrior for whatever reason, wished to help. Feeling this he placed a hand on her shoulder and closed his eyes, he then let out a sigh. The warrior gave her a humble nod then he emitted calm energy from him to her, "Calm your mind." The warrior said calmly as he continued to help with the battle within her.

[member="Joza Perl"]