Into the Wild [ Alliance Dominion of Dahomey & Kinyen ]

[Samara Raine]

Objective: Aggressive Negotiations
Allies: GA
Location: Dahomey
(6)

Things were happening quickly here on the front line. The young padawan nodded in understanding to [member="Kahne Porte"] as the Master Jedi gave his plan for the two-pronged assault on the warlords' convoy. Samara was to go with him and his group.

Butterflies fluttered hard in the the honey blonde's stomach as nerves got the best of Samara, but after a couple of good calming breaths they eased up. This was going to be intense, which was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time for the relatively inexperienced padawan. She was glad to be accompanying Master Porte and would follow his lead.

As soon as the signal was given, the emp personnel let loose with their barrage of shots over head at the sail barges, then it was show time to advance. Samara already had her hand resting upon her silver-plated lightsaber hilt so not to fumble reaching for it.

When the Jedi Master moved from his position, she did too igniting her amethyst blade with a snap hiss as blaster bolts began to whiz by. The young padawan was skilled enough to deflect the incoming shots as she knew basic Soresu, and of course was proficient in Shii-Cho, but redirecting them to a certain point would take some more practice to develop the accuracy. Perhaps today would be that day.

 

[Devyn Lynton]

[ 13 ]
Kinyen
Objective 3: Rogue Squadron
[member="Aedan Lochlan"] - Rogue Two | [member="Tela Uolmi"] - Rogue Three | [member="Loske Matson"] - Rogue Five | [member="Choli Vyn"] - Rogue Seven | [member="Encouragement Gets"] - Rogue Eight | [member="Asmus Janes"] - Rogue Nine | [member="Alexandra Russo"] - Rogue Eleven | [member="Lucius Varad"] - Rogue Twelve | [member="Allyson Locke"] - Rogue Thirteen | [member="Owen Holst"] - Rogue Fourteen | [member="Sylvia Nuru"] - Rogue Fifteen | [member="Jareb Kaine"] - Rogue Sixteen | Devyn Lynton - Rogue Seventeen

---

Ugh, my fighter is so far away, Devyn thought as he started walking towards the fighter in the end of the line. That was the problem with being Seventeen. He was in the end of all the lines. Away from where all the action happened. At least he had some other people around, like Rogue Fifteen and Sixteen. But it happened to be so that they were not there at that moment.

So he had to walk there alone and then climb into his fighter. He really loved the ship -- it was better than the typical ships he'd piloted. A lot more manoeuvrebility, but that also meant it was a little bit more difficult to handle at times.

He'd gotten quite used to it now, but the effects of not being born to fly a fighter were still there.

As soon as he'd been given the clearance to set off, he did so, following the rest of the Rogues, slowly catching up behind Fourteen and Thirteen. He didn't know what the plan was, but he was sure he'd be told about it soon. He would just keep a low profile until that happened.

These fighters really made him want to do some stunts and tricks, but he had to control himself. There was most likely something serious they needed to work on.

So no playing around.

 

[Asher]

Objective 3
[member="Alexandra Russo"] // [member="Asmus Janes"] // [member="Devyn Lynton"] // [member="Choli Vyn"]

---

What had happened to twelve was unfortunate. The entire crew held on to the hopes that he was going to be found. Hell, pretty much the entire chain of command did. He was a part of the crew, one of the good ones. Owen’s lips thinned as he looked over at his fighter in the distance. Holding his helmet between his fingers he gave it a quick spin before putting it on his head. He chose to remember the good things and focus on that. Such as the fact that his voice was… Oddly calming in the face of danger.

The man let out a slow exhale as he climbed into his fighter. The others were taking off in order to get the mission underway and in the end Owen wouldn’t be any different. He flicked switch for switch, button for button until eventually the lively roar of engines rumbled through the cockpit. He strafed it to the right, lined up behind Devyn and finally adjusted the throttle to keep behind the kid.

An R2-unit beeped from behind the man’s back. Yeah, he still preferred the classics.

“Nope. I have no idea, Zaps.” The droid gave off a few angry beeps and if you listened carefully you could almost hear the angry jig it performed within its confined little safe space. “Well, if you don’t want me to call you that, maybe you shouldn’t give me reason to.”

“... I still remember what you did to that poor mechanic who was just trying wipe dust off of your sensor, man.”

Triumphant beeps ensued.

“Yeah, no, it’s not a thing to be proud of. I mean, once or twice is okay, but not repeatedly until he swore to never touch you again.”

Sad beeps followed.

“I know, I know.”

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: Tempest's Village, Dahomey
Allies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Tempest"] ; Firemane Minions, Tempest's kin
Enemies: Soon™
Objective: #2 // Defeat Team Darkside
Posts: 6?

Charlyra quirked up her brow at the mention of Elpsis simply being a friend. Yeah okay, sure, fri-ends, yeah because friends totally do what you to do. And then oh, go get some rest dear, go see if the shriek-hawk laid an egg or something. Yeah, yeah, yeah the Acolyte thought to herself, and then a woman approached her. Introducing herself as Mnoka Blaze. Now she just about felt the need to deadpan, Blaze? She was tired, and admittedly exhausted so it was probably for the better that the padawan left the heavy lifting of this assignment to her mistress anyway. "Yes." She answered politely throwing on her best 'be a Jedi,' face, which was probably her normal face just with less enthusiasm and more well-mannered. "Mnoka, is it?" Gratefully she takes the water and takes polite sips from it and places it back into the other woman's hands.

"You may call me Lyra, it is a pleasure to meet you." She adds and takes a step to get a full look at the woman. "How may I be of assistance to you?" Master Ra would be proud, Charlyra suspects. "I hear there is trouble of slavers? What else troubles your village Mnoka?"

The acolyte hears Elpsis mention something further about the darkness here, but doesn't catch everything. Charlrya wonders if the darkness here is anything like what she faced on Kessel. While the creatures there were going rabid with a disease, these ones were being afflicted by the dark side itself. Distracted once more by Mnoka, the Acolyte decides that perhaps seclusion from Tempest and Elpsis might be best and if she comes up with anything she can contact them. "Mnoka, is there a place where I might rest a bit?" She asks gesturing for them to walk away from Tempest and her family, Elpsis included.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Kinyen
Objective 3: Rogue Squadron
[member="Aedan Lochlan"] - Rogue Two | [member="Tela Uolmi"] - Rogue Three | [member="Loske Matson"] - Rogue Five | Choli Vyn - Rogue Seven | [member="Encouragement Gets"] - Rogue Eight | [member="Asmus Janes"] - Rogue Nine | [member="Alexandra Russo"] - Rogue Eleven | [member="Lucius Varad"] - Rogue Twelve | [member="Allyson Locke"] - Rogue Thirteen | [member="Owen Holst"] - Rogue Fourteen | [member="Sylvia Nuru"] - Rogue Fifteen | [member="Jareb Kaine"] - Rogue Sixteen | [member="Devyn Lynton"] - Rogue Seventeen

“Copy you Alleycat. Wait. Over,” Asmus replied as he kept his fighter on a straight path. “Command, I’m not getting a flight path?”

“Roger that. Wait please.”

Asmus shook his head from side to side, throttling down his engines and letting his X-Wing carry on drifting away from the base ship. He started to drum a tune on the console.

“Rogue Nine, apologies for that. Flight pattern for the squadron has been uploaded. Confirm?”

On Asmus’ display a series of rectangles appeared, mapping out his flight path. This was truly work fit for a drone. Someone probably though the Rogues would enjoy getting some more flight time, but any circuit board could follow a pre-designated path.

“Roger that command, I have flight pattern,” Asmus replied. He switched channel. “Alright Alleycat, I’ve got a flight path now. Looks like we’re heading towards the inner asteroid belt. Over.” At least that might provide an interesting distraction, he decided. Couldn’t just follow a pre-arrange path if they were sweeping an asteroid field. “Anyway,” he added, instantly changing from his formal clipped tones to casual. “This first part is going to be dull as dishwater. Any interesting gossip from around the ship?”

 

[Iestyn Nova]

[member="Veronika Nova"]

“Not an experience to repeat willingly. Though it will probably happen again at some point and hopefully I’ll handle it better next time. We’ll deal with it better. But not this month, this month we’ll drop the others off at the conference on Roon the week before, go land somewhere nice and safe and…” he leaned in close and whispered something uncharacteristic. It was weeks before their scarlet day and his hormones hadn’t even started to shift yet. A wave of teal highlights rippled across his skin and seemed to flow straight across Veronika.

“Anyway,” he said – the academic having the good graces to shift to a slightly embarrassed tone. “I think I see some fruit I recognise down that end of the table, but I’m relying on you to find things that won’t kill me!”

 

[Saffron]

Dahomey - Saoha Village
Arceneau Trade Company

---

The hum of the shuttle's engines was a constant drone for Saffron’s ears. Arceneau Trade security forces along with a convoy of relief supplies were enroute to Saoha Village. The gorge where the natives had cut out their homes would not be far now.

Quietly, Saffron would mull over the status of Dahomey. Not just because of Firemane, the Alliance, or the war at the Core Worlds, but because of the greater implication of it all. Things were changing. The cogs of the ‘Verse in motion.

It would bode well to discern where they all were subject to be. Where in the long run, they all saw each other. Arceneau Trade certainly conducted humanitarian efforts, but it also profited in times of struggle when folk began stockpiling resources to protect themselves.

Dahomey’s mines were certainly a good investment, and one that Saffron would personally led discussions over small available plots. Query’s of protection and resources in trade for local rights were on the table. Out here, people wanted to know they could be safe. Was that opportunistic? Definitely, but both parties would benefit from the act.

 

[Veronika Nova]

[member="Iestyn Nova"]

A few murmurs of wonder were heard at the way the teal highlights would wave from Iestyn over to Veronika. It was almost as if they were one entity, the flare and ebb of various colors and hues flowing like liquid over their exposed limbs and face. To a degree, it was almost as if one were watching a pair of exotic animals on display. Perhaps, to many, that was exactly what they were. A curious and fascinating display of two exotic creatures for the pleasure of others to behold.

"Are you feeling adventurous?" Veronika asked, a little pink in her base color along with the green of slight embarrassment, but the white of her spots and the teal glow of the highlights spun that in a more pleasurable sense. It was as close to what her physiology would reflect a flush of excited embarrassment.

"I believe there is a type of bean curd here...." still holding her arm around his waist as they began to walk anew. Their amble would direct them towards the end of the table that contained vegetables and fruits; items more favorable to their diet than the rest.

"Are you feeling adventurous?"

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: Dahomey
Objective: 1 - Engage the warlords
Allies: [member="Isha"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Tempest"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Saffron"]
Enemies: Warlords
Post: 7/25

One of the villagers driving a speeder car, escaping the bloodshed that has transpired in his own village, was chasing the party responsible for the carnage in the village Ugohr had the Rings of the Lord deployed to save it. Instead of that he shot down a convoy of APCs carrying the party responsible for the destruction of that very village... that speeder car owner was a beast hunter. The hunter returned back to his hunting base and he realized that the party responsible for its destruction was getting ready to pack up and leave. That said, the villager asked for help in tracking down the party, asking over comms for the help of rival warlords or the Alliance even. When that villager arrived, and chanced on the Alliance's comm frequency, he heard laser cannon fire, as if the APCs were getting shot at from beyond the dunes. Yet only Ugohr could have done it within range of that short-range comm.

"That's the last of the APCs"

"Thank you for destroying the party responsible for destroying my village! Although there was nothing I could do about it"

"Wesa too late"

"Too late for what, general?"

"Wesa too late to saven da village"

 

[Alesia Rivas]

[ 14 ]

"She's at home," Balayar said after having meditated a while to sense the location of the kid. She knew pretty much exactly where she was located, but she was not sure how long she would stay there. "We have to act fast. She might leave home soon."

"Alright," the girl could only respond. She was so eager to see how the whole process went and how new people were brought to the Order and everything. She just loved hunting people down and doing what she could to locate somebody. Being a Jedi Recruiter seemed like the most compelling thing ever to her.

"We'll be there soon, but we may have to run just to be sure."

"I've got nothing against running," Alesia said. She did like running, like she liked most exercise. She was just quite an athletic person who loved to run long distances. "Shall we go now?"

"Yes, we can," Balayar said.

 

[Varien Moxla]

[02]

Dahomey.
Peaceful Stuffs.

He had entered the cave a few moments later, a flash light in his mouth lit the way ahead of him. In his pockets there were other tools for him to use to light his way, but his hands were already preoccupied with the large mining laser that he was shouldering. He trudged through the relatively empty mine. There was something about a festival going on in a nearby system. Suppose it would've been easier going out there, well, it was too late to start complaining.

So he forged on, occasionally bumping the bottom end of the laser into a wall and it clanged loudly, echoing as he went deeper into the cave. Stopping, he tossed out the light sticks ahead and behind him so he could find his way back. Huffing, he spotted something sparkling in the wall ahead of him, a distinctly golden colour too.

It was kind of selfish that he was there, mining alone, but who had use for a Padawan that could hardly do a thing? Besides, he was more of a lone wolf anyway. People rarely spoke to him an account of his size and the way his facial expressions were usually cast. Putting it simply, he looked mean...

 

[Kahne Porte]

Objective: Aggressive Negotiations
Allies: Galactic Alliance [member="Samara Raine"]
Location: Dahomey
{5}

They first phase had begun, and it began with great success, as the sail barges came to a sudden stop. He heard the familiar sound of a lightsaber blade being activated and in turn Kahne did the same as well. The Jedi grabbed hold of his lightsaber, the green blade coming to life as they charged from both sides, to liberate those that had been taken. Shots were being sent there way and there wasn't any need to declare a fire back as shot from their end began in rapid succession. The Alliance Soldiers started to rain as much hell down on the skiffs as they could. "Deal with the Skiffs first." Kahne shouted as his blade moved from left to right deflecting a steady flow of blaster fire his way.

"You." The Jedi Master said looking towards Samara. "Your with me. We need to secure the first barge." Kahne said as fired was now being diverted other ways as the skiffs were now being fully engaged not just by Soldiers but by the remaining Jedi, on both sides. Kahne stood just before the barge as he raised his hand to send a enemy forward off the barge with the force as he was about to engage him with a stationary gun mounted on the barge. The Jedi used the force aiding him with a jump as he landed easily enough atop the barge, and forces began to engage him and Kahne utilized not only blade but the force in his fight. Plus he had Samara with him and that was also a big help.

 

[Iestyn Nova]

[member="Veronika Nova"]

A complex shift of tones followed. His yellow skin turned a shade pale with an amber striping. Then the stripes returned to blue with a ripple of silver mottles. Uncertainty followed by mild amusement.

"I like the kind of adventure that has you look at me like that. Not the kind that gives me stomach cramps for a week," he said, looking across the tables. Perhaps that was one of the reasons their numbers were dwindling whilst the omnivores thrived. There were a number of popular species that could eat just about anything, even rocks in some cases.

"I think I know these," he said as he picked up a pink spherical fruit and sniffed it. "Not sure about that?" he added, looking towards a leafy salad. He didn't recognise everything in it, especially not the dark grey leaves with jagged edges. Iestyn had never been the bravest soul in the galaxy, not was he well known for trying new things.

 

[Samara Raine]

Agressive Negotiations
GA
Dahomey
(7)
---

It seemed the emp personnel's barrage had worked as the sail barges had stopped completely. Now it was time for the two-pronged ground assault to do the rest. The adrenaline pumping through the young padawan's veins was at an all time high as she got into the flow of deflecting the oncoming fire and moving forward with the rest of her group.

Samara didn't hesitate when Master [member="Kahne Porte"] called to her to join him in taking the first barge. The honey blonde Force jumped right behind the dark-haired Jedi as he made his way over to the stopped vessel, booted feet landing with a soft thud as she did on the barge's decking. She quickly fell into a offensive/defensive position next to the Master Jedi as Sam had done previously with her other teachers.

The warlord's men didn't want to go down easy though. The young padawan used the Force to slam two big burly dudes together knocking them out rather than hurting them further, and swung her lightsaber to cut another one's blaster rifle in half, which surprised the guy so much he just gave up and jumped off the barge. Samara would have giggled out loud, if not for how serious the whole situation was.

"Seems we have this barge under control, Master," the blue-eyed girl expressed to Kahne as she peered around cautiously yet optimistically.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: Dahomey
Objective: 1 - Engage the warlords
Allies: [member="Isha"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Tempest"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Saffron"]
Enemies: Warlords
Post: 8/25

"Although wesa too late to save yoursa village, perhaps yousa have information leading to where thesa nutsen warlords are hidden"

"You're hunting the warlords? Twenty klicks to the northwest you will find their base. You might have taken out a chunk of their APCs, but it is best to attack at night if you want to take out the warlord encampment" the villager told Ugohr.

"Thank yousa. Wesa will avenge da destruction of yoursa village"

"A sneak attack at night will require swift action on our part" Korand told Ugohr.

"Wait until nightfall before wesa attack; until then take cover in da dunes"

For the time being Ugohr remained hidden in the sea of dunes. But when night falls, he was going to move out of his position, towards the location of the warlord's base, among the sea of dunes, thinking that attacking the village-size compound would allow them to secure the region. The Alliance is deployed all over the place, with multiple Jedi (and possibly generals) acting more or less independently of one another. Lack of coordination would probably result in an unnecessary loss of life... he was going to lay an ambush (hopefully not from point-blank range, much less engage a Sith Lord at point-blank range, which Ugohr was the only one capable of doing effectively in the Rings of the Lord as he has shown on Coruscant) and launch an all-out attack with his squadron and engage the enemy in an ambush. But warlords like these would rarely have armor or heavy artillery at their disposal.

 

[Isha]

[member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Kyber Salurra"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"]
Location: Dahomey - WE HAVE REACHED THE PROMISED LAND!!!
Objective: Aggressive Negotiations.

---

Plains

With little time left, the group would join the others within the shuttles. There Isha sat, contemplating what would occur once they were planet side. Would they be able to discuss amicably with the warlords? Find a measure of compromise? Her years traveling had given the Yodaling some experience, but she had been habitually a hermit on her own. While she would wander the galaxy, she never truly set out to try and insert herself to find peace amidst a troubled area.

Perhaps there was some wisdom to be found with the Masters with her? It would be a boon to see them at work. How they would commence discussions and approach the situation.

The shuttles would touch down amidst the plains, where they would meet up with the Alliance forward party. The engines gave a hum, the shuttle turning as it set. Engine wash would blow back the tall grass, sending a small cloud of dust and grit into the air. After a moment, the hatch to their shuttle slid open, allowing Master Imperieuse, Lieutenant Salurra, and Isha to step out along with the rest of their party.

Tobias Wrynn would be nearby to catch the arrival of new shuttles. The tiny yodaling would appear to be naught more than a child beside the Jedi Master and the Alliance solider. It would not be too far to believe Tobias may think that as well.

 

[Veronika Nova]

[member="Iestyn Nova"]

"The salad?" the Professor of Xenobiology would lean a bit forward to get a closer look. A colourful hand took the pair of tongs and gave the salad a light inquisitive toss. There were berries there. Red. Dehydrated. The leafy vegtables were not unfamiliar to her. A type of lettuce. Likely from one of the nearby argi worlds. Certainly imported. It wasn't local.

Her nose gave a little twitch at that. Lovalla had a tendency of having small family farms where they could grow their own fresh produced. Veronika did the same on their exploration freighter and back at their home. It was much about nurturing as it was about nutrition.

"These are Veaen greens. Bitter." she told him, panning her attention to her mate. "Much like Ukian arugula. " a fruity based vinaigrette was nearby.

"You may like it. It has dried fruits and candied nuts."

 

[Liliane]

[ 15 ]

At last.

The group had finally made it to the planet and were now about to meet with the rest of the people. Lilin had definitely not expected to meet up with all these people she was now about to work with, but she didn't really worry or find it bad. She loved making new contacts, especially since she was a Jedi Master. Even though she had been at that rank for a while, she finally had to start acting like that.

She had to be a Master.

"Mister Wrynn," she would say to the man waiting for them. She had been given the man's name and to be honest, she was surprised she had managed to remember his name. "Master Imperieuse," she introduced herself. She didn't really know who he was, though. He wasn't a member of the New Jedi Order, nor did she know the man to be sensitive to the Force at all.

Could have been a soldier or a mercenary, maybe an intelligent agent. Didn't matter much at the moment.

She would let the man or others react before continuing on, "How is the situation?"

She needed some clarification on what was going on. And Tobias was probably the best person to ask about that at the moment. After all, if he had been on the planet for a while now, he probably had to know some stuff.

Unlike the Jedi Master.

[ [member="Isha"] | [member="Kyber Salurra"] | [member="Tobias Wrynn"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] ]​

 

[Tobias Wrynn]

[02]

Wrynn grunted when the Jedi introduced herself. The two other commandos snickered in silence behind him as they primed their weapons and waited for orders, but the mercenary continued to watch as various people came and went through the village. His HUD focused primarily on armed targets, which it quickly painted with a red outline and performed snap readouts as it verified their armaments. "I can confirm several sentries on semi-erratic paths through the settlement," he replied.

He brought the pistol to bear and maintained a line of sight on one of the closer targets. It was always easier to see things through the scope of a weapon, he'd learned. For all the talk of peace and Jedi doctrine that surrounded it, the Galactic Alliance was a governmental body filled to the brim with all sorts. People bereft of the Force had an entirely different way of seeing the galaxy. Wrynn let his finger rest outside the trigger guard, where any persons knowledgeable on the use of firearms would know that he had no intention of taking a shot. Yet.

The basic rules of firearm safety were explicit. You never train your gun on a person you do not intend to fire on. When you are not shooting, your finger should not rest on the trigger unless the situation is compromised. A person trained in sniper fire used their gun as an enhancement to their eye, not unlike a Jedi used their lightsaber as an extension of their body. In that sense they were the same, at least.

"The largest established living space is at the far end of the village," he explained, "and likely, that is where they conduct inter-tribal relations. What we know about Dahomey suggests that their warlords are likely in contact with arms dealers outside the realm of the planetary charter. It is not unlikely that while their tactics are primitive, their equipment will be state-of-the-art. Expect blasters and explosives."

The briefing from Alliance Command detailed information about several tribes and their leadership, though it was woefully bleak in terms of cultural subtleties and differences between the tribes. What it did outline was that this particular tribe was at the forefront of hostilities toward peace with the Alliance, and tactical removal of the despot would allow for easier transition to compliance with the charter and thus a more civilized world in the future.

"My opinion of the situation, if you'll allow it-" he said with a glance toward her, only indicated by a turn of his head toward the woman. She was young- probably younger than he was. That was a surprising revelation. Master Imperieuse, as she introduced herself, was hardly the Jedi sort that he imagined. Gruff, androgynous, pious, and unattractive were all words he might use to describe his mental imagery regarding the monks. Were she not a Jedi, his heart might have skipped a beat.

"No movement from the command center suggests that they are entrenched and prepared for an attack. It is plausible to believe that either they are expecting us, or they are expecting someone else." He lowered the weapon and held it steady. "Either we're just in time for some sort of diplomacy between tribal leaders, or someone told them we were coming. If we attack them while a consulate from one of the other tribes is involved, it main strain relations between us and the other tribes in future peace talks. We need to approach this situation delicately, with the assumption that remaining unseen is paramount."

He glanced back toward the better part of the battlegroup, then down at the child-like creature who stood beside them both. This really isn't a place for kids, he thought. Jedi should know better.

Who was he to question their ways, though?

"If necessary, we can draw the target into the open and I can eliminate him from range. Not the only option, but still an option."

[member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Isha"]

 

[Alesia Rivas]

[ 16 ]

Later

"We are not here to hurt you," Alesia talked to the kid while Master Balayar was seated on one of the two sofas in the room, the girl's parents sitting on the other one. The discussion stage was about to begin, and even though this stage differed the most at every mission, the concept was the same -- they needed the approval from the parents. The Galactic Alliance was no Sith who would take everybody they could on their way.

"The New Jedi Order is not the same as the old one. I do not even know how the Republic works anymore," Balayar talked, trying to keep a very civil polite voice. "We value individualism and personal understanding more than the other Jedi do. We don't bother ourselves with the Jedi Code and its understandings, but we do try to defend the innocent and help people out whenever we can."

"Look, this is a lightsaber," Alesia would show the girl a picture of the blade. She would try to do everything to make the youngling understand she wouldn't be sent to a bunch of evil people if her parent gave their approval. "And this is what we work with. It's our tool and a weapon."

The girl was really young and it would probably take her a lot of time until she could reach the status of a Jedi Padawan. But that way she could definitely have time to prepare for the Padawan life, more than Alesia. Oh, maybe one day Alesia could take this child as her Padawan?

That was a fun thought.