Knitting Flesh and Bone [Force Healing, open to the Jedi Academy]

[Ilias Nytrau]

Time: Mid-Morning
Location: Yavin IV

Life liked to take unexpected and sometimes welcome turns, and the old ginger master took it all in stride. His feathers could not be ruffled, nor would they be at the appearance of an old, young acquaintance of his, a meeting that had quickly turned into prospecting the ruins of a now-ancient training site for Jedi. Some fifteen to twenty years after the death of a certain emperor, he had found himself attached to that Jedi gathering on Yavin VIII, and had remained for a number of years until the Force called him away. So this was what he and his friend-turned-student had been up to, withstanding the much cooler temperatures of the less-frequented moon. There were somewhat ambitious plans, plans that could not come to fruition in one day. All well and good, for there was other work to do.

For Ilias, that meant filling a need. The galaxy always needed more people trained to heal, whether that was merely an addendum to their breadth of skills, or if it was their focus, every little bit helped. For all eight-hundred-and-ninety-five years of his life there had not been one point without conflict, not even when the Gulag Plague had decimated the galactic population by a considerable margin. Some would ask why he bothered when the wars never ended. Simply put, life was sacred, and that was why he still did what he did. In the first place, he had been gifted with the very particular skill of a healer. It was the greatest part of his purpose.

So the healer sat on a stump in a clearing somewhere in the forest, awaiting the group he'd gathered together after a number of referrals had come his way, as well as gathering a couple names of persons with relevant experience, as more than one set of eyes and more than one point of view was useful with a large group, and it was just as much experience for them as it was for the students. From that list of referrals, he'd sent out preparation instructions to each interested individual which consisted of...

1) Make certain you are well-hydrated, well-rested, and have eaten.

2) Bring a soft-fleshed piece of fruit, preferably one you would enjoy eating. Do not eat it.

3) Come with a light bruise on your person. Please make certain it is in an appropriate location. Yes, faces are also appropriate. Rear ends are not.

And he sat on that stump, a pack settled on the ground beside it. He sat in meditation, senses stretched out for miles, and he could 'see' them coming from more than one direction, picking up many details from each...

[member="Emilia Marean"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Chiara Viren"] | [member="Aitis Powarth"] | [member="Kaia Vullen"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Spencer Jacobs"]​

 

[Calantha]

There was always somewhere to be. New things to learn; new things she was destined to learn. Each step would merely bring her closer to her end goal, the path that would lead her back to that blue planet with the cloaked men and the man with the two eyes who had recently lost his lover. Now was not that time, she still had to become stronger, to learn things she was destined to know. She spoke a lot about destiny, and it was the main reason she pulled herself through. Fate would always take her course.

There was a pear in satchel handpicked from one of the trees that grew in the yard. The note said not to eat it, and Calantha was obedient enough to resist its juicy temptations. She was dressed in her humble garb, layers and layers of cloth to hide her fragile frame. Cotton candy coloured hair fell restless over her soft blue eyes.

She held her arm away from the door and drew in a deep breath, a cotton towel was stuffed into her wide mouth.

One more requirement till she was ready to go.

Her palm was spread open and she focused on the door. She exhaled, steadying her breathing. As her hands clenched into a fist, the door slammed onto her fragile arm. It wasn’t enough to break it, only bruise it heavily. She winced, biting into the now damp cloth.

It fell to the floor as she shook her hand. She cringed, holding back tears.

It was now time to go to the training area.

The forest was large, easy enough for her to get lost within its sanctuary. There was a clearing, and she appeared to be the first student here. Her soft blue eyes scanned the Jedi master, her head lowered in acknowledgment.

“Greetings, Master Nytrau. A pleasant morning today, isn’t it?”

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[Riggs]

Bjork Corsair was a referral. He had been a Jedi Knight and guardian in a galaxy far far away before the events in his home galaxy called the Nether realm Nexus shattered their galaxy and sent shards of his reality splintering through space and time. He found himself alone in this galaxy, a mirror of his own, but distorted. Everything was similar yet nothing was the same.

But he was the same.

So he did what he was trained to do, who he was. He fought evil, helped the innocent, was a light in the darkness. Eventually he found his way to the Silver Jedi order and it was there he was referred here to learn more of force healing.

He was a warrior, a soldier, a blade used to fight the darkness in the darkness. Trained to be a weapon. And he was. Most of his skill set and abilities were based on combat. But that was not all there was to bring a Jedi. They were healers too.

And so he walled off the ship that had brought him to the planet. A duffel was skiing over his right shoulder containing his armor and armaments. Today he was dressed in his casual attire. Flannel button up, rugged jeans, and combat boots. His lightsabers and vibroblade hooked to an old leather belt. Shaggy black hair and stubble shrouded blue eyes that pierced the first as he walled to his destination.

His right cheek throbbed from a self inflicted bruise, one of the requirements. In his bag was a plum. Waking through the first he felt the echoes of other force users making their way to the clearing where the training was to occur.

Breaching the forest he saw the red headed master already waiting with another force user. Waking forward he stopped meters away and took a knee while lowering his bad to the ground. The master waited silently and so would he.

[member="Calantha"] [member="Ilias Nytrau"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Ilias Nytrau"] [member="Bjork Corsair"] [member="Calantha"]

Her hands closed around the fruit as she held it in her hands and walked, staring up at the ceiling as she walked and recounted the day over in her head to be prepared for the lesson today,

The bruise had honestly been the hardest, and annoying, part of the preparation as she had asked another member of the order to spar with her before purposefully letting him take a crack at her arm. What annoyed her wasn't that it hurt... and oh did it. No what annoyed her was that she lost and that was not something she liked to do so she had to sigh and leave before challenging the other to a rematch immediately. Being a Jedi was a bit harder thans he had originally thought, that much was certain.

Next came the fruit, and that was easy. A Hindian Pear from the Kathol Outback. It tasted sweet and was soft fleshed just as had been asked of them to bring. It was odd to learn healing this way but she wouldn't complain. IT was alot less bloody than how she had used to learn and study, even the thought had made her flex her hand for a moment before smiling.

Then there was the whole be perfectly healthy part... that was easy.

So here she walked, moving through the halls and looking down their confines to see what awaited them at the end of the hall, curious to see whom it was teaching this lesson. Ok she knew the name but in all her time she could not put a face to that name which made her curious, the tail she had now curled up around her within her robes. She was still trying to figure out how to use the darn thing but Vulpesen had decide this would be the best choice, so she went along with it.

Finally coming into the room she looked about it, studying those that were already here before smiling and walking forward to who she assumed was the one leading this. "Master Nytrau?"

 

[Micah tol Powl]

The young Nautolan ventured through the arboreal paradise which surrounded the ancient temple.

His large, black eyes reflected the light that trickled down through the leaves, as the child craned his head back to take in the marvels of the terrestrial world. It was a strange thing, the view from the ground. A wholly different perspective than one found in the ocean, in which one was ordinarily somewhere above the ocean floor in varying depths. As a result, aquatics were almost all looking down. Terrans were almost all looking up.

The youngling had several Ithorian ioaa inside the backpack he carried, looking nothing so much as a school boy as he made his way barefoot through the forest. The reason for this was varied. For starters, he liked ioaa and so had packed several in case he ate one along the way. Plus, he wanted to have extra in case someone forgot to bring theirs to class.

The other requirement was for a bruise. Well, Zak had that covered. The nine year old Nautolan was a virtual collection of bumps, bruises, scrapes, and scratches -- owing to being an active child who engaged regularly in outdoor play. He had this one bruise, on his shin, from when he'd jumped out of a tree. Well, it hadn't actually been a tree. It had, but it had been a pretend space station as well.

Such was the world that the boy lived in. One part Jedi. One part regular, everyday kid.

The boy arrived in a clearing, finding himself dwarfed by not only the trees around him but by the other Jedi as well. He was probably going to be the youngest one there. Most younglings cared more for the Art of Motion or lightsaber training than they did the more Consular-y stuff.

And Zak hadn't been any exception. He'd made fun of [member="Uri Aureleos"] when he'd learned that the golden Hrakian was a Jedi Healer. But a short amount of time as a padawan had taught him the value of certain skills or knowledge. And, when Zak had needed to help someone, he'd been helpless instead.

Jedi weren't supposed to be helpless.

So the small Nautolan was here. "Hi," the child offered sheepishly, shy at first as he found himself in a group of bigger and older people. "I'm Zak."

[member="Emilia Marean"] | [member="Bjork Corsair"] | [member="Calantha"] | [member="Ilias Nytrau"]​

 

[Kaia Vullen]

"Late, late again!"

Kaia hurried to the lesson, limping on one leg and her arms clutching a fruit. Well technically it was a berry, but they called it fruits in most parts of the galaxy. The large, purple bulb in her arms was her favourite thing to eat, yet she was not eating it. She had rested as well as she could, had eaten a sizeable breakfast, was well hydrated and dangling from one of her wrists was a metal container filled with spare water in case it became necessary.

This was one of Kaia's first lessons after the fall of Telti where she had been smashed against three durasteel surfaces and left for dead by her attacker. Yet she had lived, and woken up in a hospital bed with several broken bones. On the upside, this gave her a wide variety of bruises to choose from, some from the attack and some that came from the general dizziness and lacking coordination. She had been healed up good, but some things the Jedi Healers had left up to time to fix.

She limped into the clearing and smiled wide as she saw the Jedi congregating there, all to learn the vital skill of Force Healing.

[member="Emilia Marean"] | [member="Ilias Nytrau"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Bjork Corsair"] | @Calantha​

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

The physical training regime was becoming an obsession now. It had gone far beyond what was required of even the most stringent padawan routine. Convinced that his age was holding him back, Jacen was training several times each day. In truth he should have been relaxing more, so allow the wounds to heal.

And so, he sauntered down to the training field in a vest soaked in sweat and loose shorts. He chewed on one apple as he walked, whilst the other day in his pocket. He preferred higher glucose fruit after a workout, but it would do for both energy and training. This wasn’t the most professional look and, frankly, he didn’t smell too fresh either. There just didn’t seem to be enough time in the day to fit in full regimes of training.

The bruise, at least, was simple. A bright purple stain covered the whole of his left shoulder. A trophy of the route from Telti. If they needed a more immediate wound to work on, he could always improvise. There were plenty of sticks around, after all.

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino ambled into the training area, and nodded to those already present. "Master Nytrau, what would you like me to do to assist?" He had some fruit with him in his bag and he always had bruises and scrapes. Some from flying. Some from fighting. Others from the nightmares. So that part was easy. All he had to was pick one. He conveniently had one a rather large one on his arm from when he'd fallen out of his bunk in his ship during a particularly horrible nightmare, leading to his rather haggard and unkempt appearance this morning. He'd been awake for hours, doing what work he could to start his own little therapy garden. He didn't always have access to the greenhouses on Susefvi, so he started smaller ones in isolated areas in other places.

So this class would be an interesting one.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

sanya had gotten news about the healing class that was to take place, she has had many lessons before this but liked to learn from others in the art. Many Jedi these days feel the need to go help in the never ending relentless wars, not because they wanted to but that was the path that was laid out for them. Sanya never liked the idea of fighting but much preferred to find a peaceful solution to a situation.

Since she was young helping people in need of aid was the only thing she really knew. without the force she could heal the most common of wounds, even remove shrapnel from someone without causing further damage. healing was something she was passionate about and dedicated most of her life to it.

as she read into the instructions she started getting the stuff required ready. "food check, drink check." she stood there for a moment thinking if she could get away with a pineapple but instead settled for a muja fruit. "now for step two" she laid her left arm across the back of the pilots seat and removed one of her sabers from her waist. using the bottom of the hilt she hit herself with force twice in the same spot to create a black bruise on her lower left arm. both times she clenched her teeth together from the pain.

clipping the saber back onto her waist she collected her things and made her way to the location. every five minutes she would check her arm to see if the bruise was fading. not before long she had arrived to the location to see a few others had arrived before her. Sanya looked around and bowed "hello everyone."

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[Julius Sedaire]

Aitis was late, and he knew that, but still his step was measured, precise and slow. It was important to be in control, he had begun to learn that. After his little episode on Nar Shada, he had nearly gave in to emotions. Whilst he did not reject them as he felt the over-bearing Republic Jedi did, nor did he embrace and relish in them like the Sith and their allies and ilk. There was a happy median, he was sure of it, and he would be damned if he did not seek it out and embrace the dance of the knife's edge. Life was all the more sweet that way, and that very dance represented what was sacred about life, the dualistic embrace of struggle and peace.

Dressed as he was in simple tan and white robes almost like the Orders, he smiled, tugging his hood down to conceal his eyeless face in the depths of the modified tunic. The hood was embroidered with geometric designs and patterns that he had begun researching from a scattering of cultures, said to aid the mind in focusing and meditating, key things to such a one as a Seer like himself. Even if he was a rank amateur on that path and still very much learning how to 'roll over' as it were, let alone run. But he couldn't remain shut up in some void of life meditating. And so, in the image of his master, he had taken up the mission of a healer, and had even grabbed a bit of wood, using it as if a blindmans' cane almost.

For the requirements, he had spent several days resting, forgoing the relentless self imposed practices of his lightsaber form drills and physical exercise, but maintaining his meditation regimen and his exercises to try and gain better control of his rapidly changing and evolving visions. There was even now no sense of urgency or doom, a surety that his path was right in his mind. For other parts, he had decided on a simple papaya fruit, and carried it in a shoulder slung bag with other assorted oddities and equipment. His bruise he would leave to the irony of the Master leading the group, as he walked in and bowed politely to said person and nodded to the others, taking up a rather relaxed posture.

[member="Emilia Marean"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Chiara Viren"] | [member="Ilias Nytrau"] | [member="Kaia Vullen"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Spencer Jacobs"]​

 

[Amz]

Chiara had returned, but not in the way that she thought it would happen. Eight hundred years had passed, and the trip back to the remains of Yavin VIII had been devoid of the release of being back at the Jedi Temple. That's where Ilias had found her, and quickly her friend had become her mentor, the last vestige of a forgotten past that Chiara thought was forever gone.

From there, events moved by in a blur. The ancient ruins that she had once called home would be restored, and there were steps being made to see that the process would soon be underway. For Chiara, it was a welcome distraction from the shell shock of this new reality that was now her destiny, or a path convergence, to call it something.

But from there, where did she go? Where would this lead? Her place... was it here?

It was a question on her mind that morning as she prepared to head out to the training ground where everyone was gathering. Chiara opened up a canvas knapsack and stuffed in a blumfruit, along with some red spiced tea, a bottled water, dried meats, a few various sweets, and last she picked up a smooth training saber that fit comfortably in the palm of her hand. She activated it, and the hilt gave life to a buzzing blue light, a gift from Ilias.

She stared at it for a long moment, remembering the one her first Master, Garyn, had given to her. She remembered the excitement and the hunger to learn more, to know how to use it properly. Today she probably wouldn't need it, but a Jedi need always be ready. Away it was stuffed.

When she was done, Chiara ate a well-rounded meal and ensured that there was a proper bruise on the upper part of her left arm. Before she left, however, Chiara took a quiet moment to listen for the Force. Clearing her mind, she poised herself for guidance. Slowly the ocean of the Force became intuned around her, she slipped onto its waves and became lost for near an hour.

Meditation caused her to slip on time, but like this she was now ready to return to the Jedi.

Walking toward the gathering of unfamiliar faces, Chiara felt relaxed, passive, offering them all a restful smile.

[member="Emilia Marean"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Aitis Powarth"] | [member="Ilias Nytrau"] | [member="Kaia Vullen"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

Once a number of them had arrived - he had taken note of each one as they did - the Master Healer opened his eyes to look on them, noting his newest padawan with a glance that only lasted a bare moment longer than that which he gave the rest. A smile spread across his lips and curled their corners at the energy each of them brought. They all felt refreshed, ready, prepared and he knew that he need not check to be certain, so he drew in a deep breath through his nose and released it out his mouth and began to rise from the stump to his full height.

"Good morning," he said, with a permeating calm, "I am glad to see so many interested in the well-being of themselves and others," he paused, "and moreso that you could all make it."

It did not need to be said why that was, peace being at a premium.

"Before we get into why you are all wearing fantastic subcutaneous contusions, let us become a little more familiar with each other. Names, where we are from, and a little bit of something else! I will start."

He cleared his throat, and started the introductions.

"I am Master Ilias Nytrau, I am from Coruscant, and my favourite drink is tea," he said, looking to whosoever was standing closest to him, "Please continue!"

[member="Chiara Viren"] | [member="Aitis Powarth"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Kaia Vullen"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Emilia Marean"] | [member="Bjork Corsair"] | [member="Calantha"] | [member="Spencer Jacobs"]​

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer bounced up and down in the seat she was in as the speeder cab moved quickly through the town before the forest that was somewhere in someplace. She was reading over the instructions sent out by Ilias Nytrau, they didn’t seem to complicated until she really started to think about them. Looking at the fruit she had halfway into her mouth, she frowned and shoved it back into her pack, hopefully the bite mark and small chuck wouldn’t be missed. The woman was always well fed and well hydrated so number one wasn’t a problem. When her eyes moved down to number three she cursed a bit. The only bruises were in places that no one wanted to see and the only one that was visible was carefully placed right near her collarbone.

“Damnit Ashin you lose a few years and 15lbs and you’re 18 again.” She pulled out a small mirror and looked at her neck a bit. She was supposed to come with a bruise, but this one was a bit too risky? Looking at the instructions again he said nothing about neck and collarbone bruises, so she was in the clear. Though she tried to remember if there was a bruise on her rear end. The speeder stopped and Spencer stepped out, she slipped him a few credits as tip and was on her way. Pulling into the clearing, the young woman dropped her small pack and put her hands on her hips, it seemed she had arrived at a good time. They were just doing introductions. She looked nothing like a Jedi, or a Sith - just like some late wind blown looking space woman.

A bright smile she weaved her way through the small crowd and positioned herself (with her pack between her legs) near the front. Smiling like a brand new Padawan she introduced herself. “Spencer Jacobs, I’m from -” She paused and mused over where she could say home was. Shrugging she responded with the easiest answer. “I’m from Annaj and my favorite drink is Blue Milk”

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[member="Ilias Nytrau"] [member="Chiara Viren"] [member="Aitis Powarth"] [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Kaia Vullen"] [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Emilia Marean"] [member="Bjork Corsair"] [member="Calantha"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Ilias Nytrau"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Chiara Viren"] [member="Aitis Powarth"] [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Kaia Vullen"] [member="Zak Dymo"]

Emilia stared as Spencer Jacobs came in late and was... different. It was absolutely amusing to her at such a change in how she knew of this woman and she merely had to turn her head to keep herself from staring. The Rest of the people in the room she knew to varying degrees. Zak, Sanya and Jacen she had all seen before, Aitis and Kia were new to her and Chiara she almost didn't know if she had seen her before or not. So she turned her head to aim at Veino Garn.

Past that though there was one man who seemed strikingly familiar and it made her smile as she moved to sit down finally near him. "Interesting group for this class so far, wouldn't you say?" She glanced at him with a knowing smile as her voice left her. She was keeping quiet and letting those near Ilias be heard before it got around to her turn. For now she would talk to an old friend. "I do hope you still tend that garden, i must say the old one you left behind sure needs work."

 

[Kaia Vullen]

Kaia bowed quickly as the turn came to her then grinned brilliantly, the dimples in her cheeks deepening. Even when standing perfectly still, she was practically bouncing with excitement. She could hardly wait to begin.

"I am Padawan, Kaia Vullen. While Originally from Alpheridies, I've lived most of my life on Ossus. This is my absolute favourite thing to eat!" She bounced the large, yellow fruit in her arms.

While the diminutive Miraluka's eyes were hidden behind cloth, one could clearly see that she was looking from one person to another. To her, each and every one gathered in the glade shone with Force energy, small variations distinguished them from one another. Quite a few had showed up, and all of them were bruised in one way or another. At least one she recognized from the hospital, but as the introductions had started, she wouldn't disturb.

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[Sanya Val Lerium]

Sanya stepped forward and looked around at everyone again "hello all I'm Sanya Val Lerium as it seems to be the common topic my favorite drink it mango juice. I have been apart of the Jedi now for 4 years and I studie many types of healing with and without the aid of the force." Sanya bowed to everyone before sitting down.

she only knew a few faces here but only briefly or by reputation, if anything it put a smile on her face to see so many interested in healing it makes change from people eager to learn how to wield a saber and use it, but what many forget now is fighting only causes someone to get hurt or worse. she check her arm again to see the bruise now turning into a yellowish green colour. as she sat there she continued to think to herself 'well Sanya you definitely did a good job on the bruise'.

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[Micah Talith]

Round and round we go. Where it stops no one...

Err...

All eyes were on the lanky form of the orange eyed teenager. He gave a sheepish grin, gave a waggle of his fingers in a mock salute, then said, "Yo... 'names Micah--"

Oh couldn't quite say which planet he was from--

"I travel around a lot," which was true, with his sisters and parents. With his mother being a wandering professor..

"And I like Namame nectar." Welp, that wrapped things up nicely.

That's when he flopped to sit comfortably on the ground.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Master Nytrau... the lady was Spencer, then Kai... Kai-uh? Was that like kayak?

Then Sanya... And Mi-cuh. Was that like the 'bro light' version of Michael?

All the names. And terrestrials had such strange ones. Nautolan given names were always short and simple. Kit. Zatt. Zak. Just a vowel sandwiched between hard consonant sounds. What more did you need? And there were still more people to be introduced. He wasn't going to have to remember all this, was he?

Wait. Was there gonna be a test on this later?

When the circle had come around to him, the green-skinned young boy just looked around sheepishly. He felt like everyone was staring at him, which made him self-conscious and shy at the attention. "Uh, I'm Zak..." the boy uttered, his black eyes suddenly darting down to the floor. He dug a toe into the dirt as he continued, "...and I... I'm from Glee Anselm."

Looking up, the child paused as he looked back up. Was he supposed to say something else? "...and, uh, what was the other thing?"

Oh, yeah. What they liked to drink. Like Bro Light Micah dude had said nectar-something. "Oh! I like fizzyglug," the child supplied, his stubby head-tails bouncing with the motion of his head as he looked up again.

 

[Calantha]

The instructor was kind looking, though Calantha couldn’t make that assumption through appearance alone. He spoke like a kind man, and people who liked tea seemed intelligent. She felt restless in her seat as a pretty blonde woman—Spencer Jacobs— spoke. She had a bruise on her collarbone, and Calantha certainly didn’t need the aide of her visions to understand where something like that came from. She blushed and looked away.

Anther person, who she learned was called Kaia, hailed from Alpheridies. She had never been though she wanted to go. Calantha realize she never got to travel much, not because she wasn’t allowed to but because she never really saw it in the cards for her. Another female, Sanya, was a Jed for a few years now and she felt inferior compared to all these talented people.

And then a boy started to speak. Calantha stared at him for a few seconds. She knew him. Not in person, she was certain she’d never ran into him. Though, it was obvious she had seen him somewhere before. A vision? It then struck her. The girl. Aela. This boy was her brother. A Nautelan child started to speak after him. Zak, from Glee Ansem.

Suddenly, it was her turn to speak.

“They call me Calantha.”

She looked back at the eyes who stared over at her before shuffling in her seat.

“…I was raised on Dantooine, and I enjoy studying languages.”

And sometimes I see visions of the past and future. But Calantha really didn’t want to scare anyone away.

| [member="Ilias Nytrau"] | [member="Emilia Marean"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Chiara Viren"] | [member="Aitis Powarth"] | [member="Kaia Vullen"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Spencer Jacobs"] | [member="Micah Talith"] |​

 

[Lok Jorunn]

He wasn't just a little late.

He was a lot late.

Lok steered past a passing group of younglings with Lucky close in tow. A few of the itty-bitty Jedi marveled at the astro droid rolling past them, a few breaking off to surround the black-plated bot with cheerful smiles and curious words. However, before Lucky or Lok had a chance to respond to one of the million questions, the group's nearby instructor insisted that they return to their training exercises with a stern voice and a polite smile.

"I was told to bring some fruit and a bruise." The Jedi took another bounding step and winced, "And thanks to you, I've got that part covered. I could've sworn I told you not to toss me that hydrospanner, but you did anyways."

A sorrowful reply. "Whirp."

"No, I'm not Yoda - I can't just dodge anything."

Lucky gave another mechanical beep as an apology just as they finished tromping through the forest and entered a rather remote clearing with several upturned trees and rocks, almost all of them occupied by much younger and brighter students. He was thirty two standard years and was still grasping much of the Force, but these young men and women were something special.

The former pirate entered the clearing with impunity, instinctively shielding his presence from detection before he came upon a stump and eased himself down onto it, pulling his backpack off. Lucky wheeled over and planted himself right beside him - just as all eyes came to rest upon the newest arrival.

He had no idea what he was supposed to do.

"Beep." Introduce yourself.

"I'm Lok Jorunn, I'm from Midvinter." His accent came out a little too strong when he spoke of his home. "And I enjoy building and repairing things, so I might as well figure out how to repair living things too."

[member="Calantha"], [member="Zak Dymo"], [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Sanya Val Lerium"], [member="Kaia Vullen"], [member="Emilia Marean"], [member="Spencer Jacobs"], [member="Ilias Nytrau"], [member="Chiara Viren"], [member="Aitis Powarth"], [member="Veino Garn"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Bjork Corsair"]