People of Our Fears [Galactic Alliance Hex Dominion of M'haeli]

[Kenrath]

Location: M'Haeli
Objective: Diplomatic Envoy to Queen [member="Geneva Wessiri"] (Objective 1)
Allies: Galactic Alliance Diplomatic Team.
Enemies: TBD
Post:6/20


Armis waited until they were in the next room.

"I will take that as a never." "It's a shame really a Queen of the people is someone worth getting behind." "A Queen over the people will have us here every couple of months putting down rebellion after rebellion."

He saw the looks, and gasps made by some of the members of the delegation. One he was sure was going to pull some fake over exaggerated fainting move. He held up a hand almost as if to say he gives up.

"I am going.......I am going."

Armis left the room stationing himself just outside of the door in sentry mode. When the door closed the Ambassador turned back to the Queen.

"What is it the Alliance can do for you your Majesty...........other than having Officer Vindex drawn and quartered."

He chuckled slightly trying to lighten the mood.

"We could provide resources, manpower, advisers?" "Or just about anything else the Alliance has at it's disposal."

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: M'haeli
Post: 7/25
Allies: [member="Alesia Rivas"]
Enemies: Rebellious farmers
Objective: Recruiting locals as Jedi

"Tell me more about travel requirements. Are there Jedi subclasses that seem to require more travel?"

"In general, Jedi belonging to the Sentinel and Guardian categories travel more. If yousa no liken travel, yoursa best hope issa Jedi Healer, Jedi Seer or Jedi Artisan. Theysa Consulars"

"They seem to be less combat-oriented, too. I often hear about fellow beggars about Jedi Brutes, Jedi Peacekeepers, Jedi Aces, Jedi Snipers. What is the difference between those Jedi subclasses?"

"Theysa da subclasses of Jedi Guardians. Yousa know dat mesa Jedi Brute: Jedi Aces fighten in space, Jedi Snipers excel with handheld blasters and slugthrowers, Jedi Peacekeepers issa elite infantry but fighten with normal lightsabers and Jedi Brutes cover artillery, grenadiers and exotic melee weapons"

Jedi Guardians were those who craved combat in any shape or form. Jedi Brutes tended to either excel with an exotic lightsaber (double-bladed lightsaber, lightsaber pike, to name the most common) or to suck at it. Ugohr wasn't that great, initially, and chose artillery because he thought artillery was the best option for him to continue being a Jedi at the time - his last Master was a master that usually took on Padawans that were pretty low down the food chain of Padawan-taking. As a result, he trained either Ambassadors or Brutes: specialties requiring little actual usage of the Force. Even Jedi grenadiers tended to use Force-push more than Jedi artillerists, from what was known of Jedi artillerists way back in the Old Sith Wars (1000-5000 BBY) so it seems surprising that his Master did not train grenadiers. Jedi Snipers were more common. They usually have nominal lightsaber skills, like most Jedi artillerists known to history. But Ugohr is a little different from your typical Cold War-era Jedi/Sith artillerist: as a Brute he could dual-wield, and no records of Jedi/Sith artillerists from that era exist suggesting that any of them could dual-wield lightsabers.

 

[Saffron]

[ AGGRESSIVE ] Loyalty... - Under the unfair tax burden and several other reasons, the local farmers of the agriculture world have started to riot against the Queen and the Galactic Alliance. Try to calm the farmers down.
Arceneau Trade Company - Browncoat Industrial
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It wasn't so easy to get in touch with [member="Geneva Wessiri"].

The greater part of half an hour was spent trying to track her down. Arceneau Trade had contacts, but even in this world, those contacts didn't give instant gratification. When notice on her location was identified, Saffron was given the news.

"We managed to locate the Queen," They told her. Saffron gave a small nod.

"Any way we can potentially discuss over the comm?"

A shake of a head said otherwise.

"That will largely be dependant on the Queen. We have sent word that you would like an audience with her, but that is dependent on her decision."

"Relay that I hope to find a suitable alternative for the concerns her subjects have. The Alliance may provide security, but a solution to the immediate problem is what I am proposing. Jobs."

 

[Isha]

[ DO YOUR OWN THING ] Explore, have fun, do what you want, develop something, write a good story.
Post 7
[member="Varien Moxla"]



“I am but a Housemaster for the Sullust Academy.” The Knight clarified for the Kiffar. The Jedi Academy was a loose affilation of various Jedi Houses throughout the galaxy. Each House was overseen by a Housemaster or an experienced Knight. In this instance, Knight Varek was the Housemaster for the Sullust Jedi Academy.

The Lantern bird at his shoulder fluttered its wings and dipped its head low. In answer, the great Mailbus lightly caressed the creatures beak with one enormous forefinger.

“The Force willed it.” he said simply in regards to his presence here. The Knight served as a professor of Force Imbuement and forging. He was often found near the vast caldera at the Sullust Jedi Academy bare of chest, massive trunk like arms hammering away at armor. He was a gentle soul, enjoying time in the gardens and in quiet solitude. No one ever saw the Housemaster harm any living being, and he curiously lived by the Ithorian "Law of Life" philosophy. The Law said that, for every living plant destroyed in the harvest, two more must be planted in its place. He took it to the extreme, where the use of this Law went much farther than harvests: For every life, be it a plant or an animal, that he might take, during a harvest or not, two new lives were to be created in its place.

Isha listened quietly, curious as well about the Housemaster. They delved deeper into the cavern. A curious coat of biolumincent moss covered the rocks. As they explored, a small cerulean green glow shone up ahead.
It was a cavern pool of water. As still as glass, but with a surreal glow coming from the plants below.

 

[Steven Kavarr]

Arrgaw
Objective 3 - Honour
Allies: [member="Tobias Wrynn"] / Galactic Alliance

The dropship shuddered as light and medium weaponry rattled across the bow, shouting from the pilots at the front as they approached the beachhead was broken by the incessant fire. Sirens blared, more shouting from the pilots, infantry gripping ever tighter to the rails, and then thunderous blast of an rpg somewhere in the distant as it collided with the earth. Curses from the pilots as dust shielded their view for a few heart clenching seconds, and then it cleared as they approached a landing zone. As one, men and women did the final checks of the weaponry, the final prayers and promises before they alighted onto the hell hole that was Arrgaw. The feedback they had from the advance parties was broken and scattered, though by all accounts it sounded bad.

"You're gonna have to jump from 10 feet Sergeant! Cannae land here!"

Steven grunted in irritation as he turned to look at Wik Sterre, the hulking Nautolan sergeant standing at 6"4, taller than everyone on the drop ship. As always Wik's face as a mask of stolid indifference as he gave his single worded answer to the pilots call. "Jump". Doors grated open, troopers chanted their affirmation and ran and jumped from the hovering dropship. Last to the door, Steven glared onto the wasted land to his north and could feel a deep sickness radiating from it. Even here before he'd touched the ground he could feel it, and that deep rooted filth he could feel in the force around this place almost made him fear approaching any further. Gritting his teeth, his hands curling into fists within his gauntlets, Steven jumped. What should have been a simple jump for the Jedi left Steven on his knees gasping as pain racked through him, the moment his feet touched the ground he could feel the poison of the force in this small pocket of devastation.

"I'm fine Wik!" Steven almost snarled the words as the frustration broke through his outer demeanour, he could feel his frustration and anger slowly rising as this sickness attempted to break through his mental barriers. "We move forward now Wik. Find me whoever leads the assault on that bastion." Staggering to his feet, Steven drew the hilt of lightsaber and started drumming an aggressive beat into the leather bound grip, as Wik let the squad forwards towards Tobias Wrynn.

 

[Varien Moxla]

[member="Isha"]
Post Four.

Housemaster.

The Kiffar Padawan couldn't decide whether it sounded cool, or if it sounded lame.

A mixture then.

Both.

The Force willed it...

Well that sounded like a cheat and a half. For both Varien and Varek. To him, throwing around 'the Force made the decision' and stuff like that took credit away from you and your own abilities. Your own abilities to think and decide things for yourself. It was kind of like any phrase about luck. Claiming to be lucky took from your own credit. It gave it the appearance of being a one time thing. As if you had nothing to do with it. That was an answer he was never going to accept.

Varien remained silent as an almost unearthly glow began to light the cavern. Soon enough they entered into a a larger cavern. The plants below gave it its colour and he trekked towards it, crouching lowly to glance at the impossible still water.

He resisted the temptation to search for a rock and throw it in.

Rising up to his feet he looked about the spacious cave as he looked at the plants around.

He stuck booted toe into the edge of the pool to cast the small ripples from his point of entry. The ripples gradually grew larger until fading into nothing as he disrupted its nothingness.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: M'haeli
Post: 8/25
Allies: [member="Alesia Rivas"]
Enemies: Rebellious farmers
Objective: Recruiting locals as Jedi

"I always hear about Sentinels and Consulars, too"

"Jedi Sentinels dividen into foosa subclasses: investigators do police work, while shadows more liken da Sith Assassins but theysa hunt for Sith Assassins"

"Do Jedi Shadows hunt for other Sith Lords, too?"

"Yes. Theysa hunt for Sith Inquisitors and Sith Marauders as well"

"If I ever fall to the dark side of the Force, what are their equivalents in the Sith Order?"

Sith Inquisitors are to Jedi Consulars what Sith Assassins are to Jedi Sentinels. Ugohr overlooked the Jedi Recruiters and Jedi Watchmen, yet Watchmen were more like Jedi Ambassadors than he would like to admit. Sith Spies were the closest equivalents to Jedi Investigators, Sith Correctors were the closest things in the dark-sided land to Jedi Shadows, but talent acquisition among the Sith was handled by Sith Claimers; in both sides of the Force, talent acquisition was an undesirable task. Ugohr dared not talk about the Recruiters; as Alesia said, they did not undertake missions en masse, and often when there was not enough manpower, as is currently the case, even Brutes could be called upon even though they should normally be kept away from talent acquisition. On the battlefield, Brutes were a terrifying sight to behold, especially grenadiers (which Ugohr almost became) and artillerists. At that rate Ugohr would probably be training a grenadier for a Padawan.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Post 3 of 25
Objective: M'Haeli BYOO
Location: Ruisto-class Exploration Vessel Nadesico (Corellia Digital Fleet)

It was said that the more things change, the more things tend to stay the same.

All things being equal, she might have said it was the reverse that were true. As familiar as this ship was, it was jarring to be presented by the disheveled, often unprofessional appearance of civilian scientists and technicians. She was accustomed to a military crew. Military bearing. A certain nautical etiquette.

She stepped off the lift, emerging inside of the bridge without anyone saying a word. Her presence noted by few, acknowledged by none. That wasn't how it had been in the FrontierCorps. It might not have been the Republic Navy, and it damn sure hadn't been the Selectivist Rebel Alliance, but they'd at least had some pride in the profession of arms.

Truth be told, looking around, Aisha wasn't even certain some of these people even took pride in the profession of science.

"Captain, we're detecting some unusual measurements."

Turning her head, the fading blonde found herself looking a doctorate candidate from the Royal Academy of Alderaan. He'd signed aboard as part of the research he was conducting in subspace telecommunication wave formation for his thesis project.

Which meant that he was one of those people you hesitated to engage in conversation, because you might quickly discover how much you didn't know about the comlink you wore every day.

"What sort of measurements?"

"It's a reading from the Kuiper belt region, at approximately the forty-five-point-eight AU mark..." the human male remarked, drawing her attention to a series of numbers up on the board. "Readings in that sector have been consistent with twotino measurements, but the orbital resonance of this return doesn't conform to the normal one-two orbital resonance."

...right.

Well, at least she'd understood that one of these things was not like the others. Coming to stand over the man's shoulder, she inspected the readings for herself. "What's the orbital density of the debris in that field?"

Making a few adjustments to his console, the man brought up a holographic illustration of the solar system. The image zoomed in, centering on the Nadesico before moving away to highlight the area in question. "The debris disk is pretty widely scattered," the man remarked, as a relatively empty area of space appeared. Only a few asteroid-like objects were highlighted. "I'd say fifteen... maybe twenty kilometers between trackable objects."

With a nod, the lady took a step back. Coming around the back side of the command chair, the lady looked over at a silver plated RA-7 analyst droid at the forward part of the bridge. "Mister Apee, take us toward the Kuiper Belt."

"Roger, Captain."

AP-8, or Apee, had been her protocol droid aboard the Nadesico during its military service to the Levantine Sanctum. In her mind, he was more qualified than anyone, other than herself, to steer the Ruisto. Which had more or less cemented the droid's position as her navigator.

"Helm, adjust course two-seven..."

As she smoothed the front of her suit and dropped down into the familiar seat, she caught the approach of their H'drachi guest from the corner of her eyes. It seemed that something was on Doctor Ch'urro's mind. "Captain, the sensors on your ship are quite magnificent, but I should caution... there is a danger."

There is a danger?

This was space. There was always a danger.

But, the man might have a point. Right now, she knew nothing about the anomaly they were detecting. Swiveling her chair to the right, the woman looked over at one of the technicians, "Have the hangar prepare a Niathal for launch." They were carrying eight shuttles. Stand to reason this might be excuse to use one of them. "Mister Apee, hold us at the edge of the belt."

"Edge of the belt, aye, Captain," the droid repeated back obediently. "Time to arrival, seventeen minutes at present velocity."

 

[Republic Engineering]

Location: Arrgaw, High Orbit.
Objective: (Two) Love and Death; Hand in Hand.
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, Rogue Squadron.
Enemies: Liz the Fourth Lover and His Bloody Buccaneer's.

The thunderous staccato of energetic cannonade echoed out into the silence of the void, despoiling the bespeckled canvas with blinding lances of crimson and emerald light. Metallic hulls, exposed to the horrors of war, bubbled and hissed as the deadly radiance tore into their flesh, rending them asunder with every deafening burst. Scores of diminutive vessels blossomed into flowers of fire as the Star Defender cast it's venomous fury into the aether, slaying dozens of void-faring craft with every salvo. Missiles surged through the vast expanse of space and were shot down by the gunnery crew of the 'In Midnight Clad', showering their warship's particle shields in the atomized debris. Joined soon after by the silent death rattle of slain pilots and the broken remnants of their iron steeds, ochre flares rippled along the length of the Star Defender's barrier - incinerating all that sought to breach its hexagonal escutcheon.

Aboard the bridge of the massive Dreadnought, the newly minted Fleet Admiral - Astarii Saren, watched as a small representation of the battle unfolded before her augmented eyes. A swarming sea of privateers materialized before her vessel's armored prow, each seeking to reap a bloody toll across her warship's iron hide. They circled the Star Defender like carrion would a corpse, eagerly searching for a weakness they could exploit. The larger vessels sought to flank the dreadnaught, to garner the advantage of positioning to overpower the starship easily and claim the craft as their own. However, that was exactly what the Admiral had expected. While she had known little of her opposing commander, there was a common trait shared amongst every cutthroat that sailed the black ocean of space.

Pirate's always sought to divide your attention with petty diversions to gain the upper hand.

Sadly, such trivial tactics had failed to find purchase, as Astarii had ordered her navigator to chart a path that would see them plow through their parting formations, raking their exposed hulls with volley after volley of the Light Star Defender's heaviest weaponry. Mass Drivers had catapulted their munitions through the skeletal frames of the enemy craft, bursting out into the void with much of the Privateer's vessel spilling out in the massive slug's wake. Quad turbolaser turrets erupted with nuclear fire as they stitched a bubbling path across the durasteel plating, fusing the metallic flesh with the flash-burn residue and scarring the surface with flaking echoes of carbon.

This was what the Fleet Admiral had loved most in life. While others had sought the feeble pursuits of flesh and blood, the Hapan had craved the thrill of a thinker's war. She had turned the Buccaneer's greatest weakness against them and had reaped a bloody toll amongst their number. The battle would end long before over before her Star Defender's guns would rest, and for that she was thankful. There was much occurring on the surface of Arrgaw that would require her attention in the coming days - but first, she had to decimate the ever dwindling number of Buccaneers in the skies above this world.

 

[Isha]

[ DO YOUR OWN THING ] Explore, have fun, do what you want, develop something, write a good story.
Post 8
[member="Varien Moxla"]

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Isha peered down at the Kiffar, able to tell that he wasn't too pleased with Knight Varek's explanation. However, there wasn't much for the Maelibus to explain. If he so wanted to share his story, he would. But all things come in time.

The water rippled as the stone fell in, the once crystal clear waters shimmering as slender glowing fish like entities swam elsewhere. However, they were not the only thing that stirred.

"Far you have come from Kiffu, Varien." she could only assume that is where he came. The maternal clan marks gave as much indication that he was from a Kiffar clan.

"What is that you seek?" she asked, as the Maelibus continued further down into the caverns. The glow would only increase, as would the curious sensation that perhaps they were being watched.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Post 4 of 25
Objective: M'Haeli BYOO
Location: Ruisto-class Exploration Vessel Nadesico (Corellia Digital Fleet)

The frigate drifted along the edge of the system's Kuiper Belt.

It was something of a dead zone forty AUs from the sun. Still a long distance from the heliopause, but at the about the terminus of planetary rotation. A few dwarf planets or other objects might be found here, but that was about it. Within the belt, a loose collection of asteroids drifted.

"Any update on sensors?"

Swiveling her chair just slightly left, the fading blonde looked over at where the Hdrachi professor had joined the shaggy-haired kid at deciphering the numbers scrolling across the monitors. Rising up, the camel-like Hdrachi turned to look back her way as he answered. "The sensor return does not conform to the surrounding material. Whatever the material it is too refined. Too dense," the professor noted aloud. "I think it is a metal alloy. Durasteel perhaps."

"Durasteel?" the lady echoed, leaning forward in the command chair. "Could it be a shuttle?"

The turban-wearing academic merely gave a shake of his head. "The data does yet lend itself to any such conclusions."

Typical. She almost kicked herself for expecting a straight answer out of a scientist.

Planting her hands down on her knees, the woman rose from out of the chair...

...and tried to ignore the sounds of joint popping, or the pain lancing up her lower back as she did. "Then it's time we conducted some research," the woman commented, as she started to walk around the chair toward the back of the bridge. "Apee, you have the conn," the woman added, addressing the RA-7 protocol droid before she exited out into the corridor.

It was a short walk, a ride in the lift, and then another short walk from the bridge to the hangar. The Tsubaki was a Niathal-class shuttle, another legacy of the Levantine Sanctum just like the Nadesico itself.

Just like herself for that matter.

Support personnel were dragging hoses away from the Tsubaki as she approached, the engines idling as the small explorer was prepped for take-off.

 

[Varien Moxla]

Post Five.
[member="Isha"]

The Kiffar tilted his head to hear the small voice of Isha, his face remained impassive as he listened.

Far I have come... Too far to restart.

Multiple memories raced through his mind but he ignored them as he stepped away from the water and continued down the path that Knight Varek was so kindly leading on.

It was a similar question to what Aaron Elkar, his Master had asked him. What was his goal? What did he want in the end, or something like that. But this one was difference, this one was sorta vague wherein the other one had been specific, he shook the memory out of his head and said, "On M'haeli? Or in life?" His gaze twisted away from the odd little being and he watched the water as they walked, saying, "I want to enjoy the decisions I make." That meant, without regrets, and without anyone's scrutiny shaming him. Deep down however, a secret that he was so adamant on keeping to himself was that he only wanted one thing.

Some would say it was honourable, the job. Or what he had in mind for it.

"Why are you here?"

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: M'haeli
Post: 9/25
Allies: [member="Alesia Rivas"]
Enemies: Rebellious farmers
Objective: Recruiting locals as Jedi

"Jedi Consulars. Theysa have more subclasses dan all-n-youse else. Healers, Artisans, Ambassadors, Diplomats, Lorekeepers, Researchers and Seers"

"That seems more straightforward than with the Jedi Guardians. But do I need a crystal ball if I became a Seer?"

"Why do theysa all get da impression dat Jedi Seers worken with crystal balls? Mesa Recruiter colleagues all spake of Seers with crystal balls, tarot cards or palm reading from theirsa recruits"

"Dathomirian holoflicks. Many people talk about them as if the supernatural was their filmmaking specialty. Here we see wizards using broomsticks, wearing grooved or long robes as well as pointy hats, wielding wands, and seers using crystal balls"

Anastasia Volzhin was not an actress that played in one although her first mass-produced line of clothing reminded him of Dathomirian holofilm props. That was the image that description conjured in Ugohr's mind. He met her once on Tatooine, but he knows her fiancé better because her fiancé's castle on Malastare is up for sale. But he did not broach the difference between Jedi Ambassadors and Diplomats. Ambassadors were often qualified of lazy by other Consulars, and anyone and their dog could become Ambassadors if so they wanted, or so they claimed. But it was by far the least skill-intensive of the Consular subclasses, at least in Ugohr's mind. Ugohr was a Jedi brute, and he never heard of flamethrower-wielding Jedi but he sensed that the beggar wanted to become one. But there are no Jedi in the inventory that could actually train him in the ways of the flamethrower, so NFUs would have to take over.

 

[Saffron]

[ AGGRESSIVE ] Loyalty... - Under the unfair tax burden and several other reasons, the local farmers of the agriculture world have started to riot against the Queen and the Galactic Alliance. Try to calm the farmers down.
Arceneau Trade Company - Browncoat Industrial
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In the meantime of searching for the Queen and making contact, Arceneau Trade Security and Aeri were sent to try and mitigate matters. They had to discover what exactly it was that they wanted. If they could do anything to help.

Learning from the horse's mouth what exactly were the concerns would help Saffron determine what was the best course of action.

Aeri had been dispatched and would take a shuttle to the closest riot formation. "Find out who is in charge here," she told her head of security. Every riot had some form of the head honcho in charge.

Time to make some acquaintances.

 

[Isha]

[ DO YOUR OWN THING ] Explore, have fun, do what you want, develop something, write a good story.
Post 8
[member="Varien Moxla"]

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"To learn one must travel." Isha said simply, her ears displaying an emotive twitch and draw back against her head. Those large lavender eyes studied the Kiffar a bit more thoroughly.

"To sit idle is to stay stagnant." she added, turning to look at the Maelibus carrying her. He kept to his own self, but he was clearly still listening to the pair's conversation. Deeper underground they went. Soon, the glimmer and flash would reflect against the walls. Small tiny crystals that were barely as large as a fingernail. They were close.

"To remain idle is not my wish."

 

[Varien Moxla]

Post Six.
[member="Isha"]

Suppose the little Yodaling - was it? - was right. He could agree with that, in a simpler way of course.

If he didn't travel the Galaxy, he wouldn't meet people, he wouldn't have joined the New Jedi Order, he wouldn't have become a member of Clan Kelborn, his life would've been extremely different if he didn't have the want to travel as he did now. In his experience, it was a gift and a curse. Sometimes you just found yourself in the... Worst of positions.

"Remaining idle is safer," but by no means was it a response meant for the Yodaling. The Kiffar, was in fact giving voice to his thoughts.

Glancing along the cavern walls, the glow appeared to be emanating from the walls after they had passed the water, and he spotted small shining objects - crystals, actually. So it was a crystal cave.

One could only determine that they were indeed close to the source of the glowing rocks.

 

[Isha]

Post | 9 |

[member="Varien Moxla"]

This time, it was the Maelibus who spoke.

"There is a difference between rest and idleness." his soothing voice would ripple over the pair, young padawans and knights at his back following in turn.

"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time." His great body shifted and he gave a pause. Those twin cerulean glowing orbs peered down upon @Varien Moxia .

"The Force, after all, teaches much in meditation as it does in action. Listen well, young Moxia, and you will hear its whisper." He swung his head towards a deeper chasm.

"Careful must be your steps. We know naught what else may lie in these caverns that call it home."

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: M'haeli
Post: 10/25
Allies: [member="Alesia Rivas"]
Enemies: Rebellious farmers
Objective: Recruiting locals as Jedi

"Mesa sense dat yousa want to become a Jedi Brute, capable of using flamethrowers. Perhaps if yousa could get a master dat could use pyrokinesis, yousa would not need to use a flamethrower"

"Can you use pyrokinesis yourself?"

"No. But yousa can roast enemies to a crisp; standard-issue flamethrowers can only last for duey or dee minutes before theysa run out of fuel"

"Come out here little Force-using beggars! The Jedi are coming here getting you out of the streets!"

There is the very real possibility that Ugohr had to conduct the personality tests himself on a batch of new recruits taken from beggars. Even though he was a brute, he had to show that he can do something other than brute stuff. Jedi Brutes are often restricted in terms of missions if they do not develop other skillsets. Artillery was highly restrictive from that standpoint. But pyrokinesis could mean that the beggar could also engage in firefighting missions and put out fires to save lives. That was the main advantage of pyrokinesis over run-of-the-mill flamethrowers. He had to prepare the holobrochure for the other would-be Jedi while the beggar collected all the Force-sensitive beggars and unemployed he could. Recruiting beggars would be all too easy, provided the proper recruiting materials are in use. Beggars were the best way to achieve what Ugohr was down on M'haeli for. He just didn't have prior experience at recruiting Jedi.

 

[Varien Moxla]

Post Seven.
[member="Isha"]

"I wasn't even talking... to... Anyone..." He let his sentence drag on into the brief silence before the Maelibus began talking again. It had only taken him a moment to realize that he had spoken aloud, but he was already getting the extremely unneeded lecture.

Damn.

Just what I needed.

"And what if I can't hear the whisper of the Force? What if I'm not attuned like that?"

Then there was the warning and he shook his head, resorting to grumbling as he dropped his hands onto the grips of his pistols. He couldn't sense any actual life beyond what he felt immediately in his area, but if someone else was going to warn him about threats he couldn't feel, he may as well be ready to respond as quick as possible. That Lilin Jedi Master knew how good a shot he was, even if she didn't like his attitude for whatever reason.

 

[Isha]

Post 10
[member="Varien Moxla"]

Isha could only study the Kiffar with a curious expression. He was frustrated. By why? Humans were curious creatures. Then again, Isha was coming at this from a different perspective. Much the same as Knight Varek.

The great Maelibus gave a small pause, halting his trek. There, along the sides of the caves was a shimmering material. A closer inspection would reveal them to be discarded webbing. The Lantern bird upon his shoulder gave a small squawk, is illuminating tail flicking to and fro.

"There are cave spiders here." the Maelibus said simply. After a moment, he bent low, lowering Isha to the ground. He took note of the kiffar getting his weapons ready.

"We have come to their home. We are the intruders here." He said, that massive body straightening. "Confirming that we mean no harm is the best way to move forward."