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Public Preparedness


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Location
Silver Rest, Kashyyyk, Training Wing

Objective
Prepare

Time
Noon

Suu Suu Suu Suu Suu Suu Suu, a pause was taken from her as Aayla hung from the bars in the training room. Realigning herself, and continung her pull ups. Holding the bar underhanded, with both fists towards the middle of the bar, pinkies touching; It was a particularly difficult way to do a pull up, but efficient for what she wanted. After taking a slight break, she continued that grueling pace; exhaling the effort with each pull on the bar. This time she would continue till her arms gave out, but impressively, with her rate of repetition it didn't seem as though that was necessarily going to be any time too soon.

For now, she continued the workout, not paying attention to anyone else in the Training Gym for the most part. She had quite enough on her mind; with her recent revelations regarding her extended family line; and the general ass-whipping she had received from a Force Ghost. She knew that they could manipulate the physical world, but this was something else entirely. She felt as though she was in the same room with Satele Shan, a legendary, but very dead woman. That beating caused her to become incensed with her physical training.

She was never a slouch in physical combat, but to be beaten so severely... There was a mental roadblock that she had to fight through, and the pain of physical training was helping the padawan refocus. As such, sweating pretty much all of the moisture out of her body, Aayla prepared for the fights, battles, and wars that were coming; as they always did. The work of a Jedi was never done; not in her lifetime.


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Sergeant Omen

Arc Trooper Sergeant of the 41st Elite Corps
Omen panted hard as he ran around the pathways of Silver Rest. This... was what he could do to keep active and during a time like this and when the enemy was so close by... well all he and the Silver Jedi could do was be prepared as possible. With all that was going on in the wider galaxy and the shifting tides in it, all that a soldier could fall back upon is his instincts. He smiled to himself as he finished his laps, thinking about how long ago his Arc Trainer Nex had said that that to him. If only he were here to talk with now... Haar'chak, I miss you Brother... I miss all my brothers, even if I didn't get on with alot... make that most... of them. I miss my galaxy...

There was no time to sulk about that though, the galaxy he was already in needed everyone it could have its hands on. Now was not the time to think about all the aay'han born from his life. As he went into the training area with the hope of trying to find a quiet spot to rest his aching joints, he spotted the white-haired padawan that had rescued him from the carbonite he had been trapped in. The Padawan looked like she was trying to break her arms off, grunting and groaning as she used all her strength to hoist herself over the pullup bar. Well, at least I'm not the only one trying to prepare. He walked over to the water jug in the corner and poured himself two cups before bringing the water over to the young Jedi. "Here, you look like you need a drink with all that noise coming from your mouth. Sounds like you're trying to wrestle a Nexu into submission with all that grunting."
 
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There was no let up in her workout ethic, in fact, the culmination of the few years was rearing as she risked injury to power through the rigorous workout. She hadn't been using the Force, nor relying on it for this workout, so his approach wasn't noted until he spoke. She lowered herself, then fell from the bar with a light exhalation of air, hands moving to rest on her waist as she looked back at him; shaking her head once of sweat and loosing a guffaw of a chuckle.

"Pretty lippy for a man that was a popsicle a week ago..."

Aayla countered, reaching and taking the cup with a respectful nod; she wasted no time gulping down the water in sequence, loosing a sigh of relief as she did so.

"And no disrespect, but I'm no clone; If I want a stronger body I gotta' work for it..." She reminded him, moving to a kneeling position to rest. She still held that empty cup, and was looking out at the training area with a certain amount of disdain. There were more than a few topics weighing on her mind.

Sergeant Omen Sergeant Omen


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Sergeant Omen

Arc Trooper Sergeant of the 41st Elite Corps
The clone gave the wirey padawan a half-hearted chuckle as he scratched at the peach fuzz that had started to grow on his face and chin. Normally he would have shaven it in his own time by now but he decided to go with the new look. A new look for a new life. Hopefully, a one-eyed bearded monster like me doesn't scare all the younglings away.

"Alright point taken and thank you by the way for all that. I know we haven't had much time to speak since we both have our own duties to take care of. They got me running supply missions in the crate you freed me from when I'm not doing odd jobs around here. Atleast it keeps my hands busy."


He looked the padawan over as she rested, he noticed how busy her mind was and frowned. She looks like she has been dragging a boulder behind her across the temple grounds. Maybe... The tired clone lets out a tired sigh as he plopped down on the ground, his legs moaning in pain after his long run.

"Neither clones nor the Jedi are invincible, whether we want to believe it or not. I just don't want you to break your whole body in a time when the Jedi order and well.. just everyone in the SJC needs you most in your top form, not just a miscellaneous series of parts that the Sith have thrown together in one of their biological experiments and is held together by hate. I can see that you're holding in a lot so you might as well let it out. It will help you in the long run and we all have less time than we should to say what we want to say. The clone could only chuckle as he thought of another barb to put into the gloomy apprentice's side. Is it that crush you have on your forcemate Kadan? It's that, isn't it? Ah, young love in blossom, so precious and beautiful.
 
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His arm hadn't felt quite right in some time. Probably due to the siege if he had to guess. Kadan still had a metal clasp covering most of his left arm, something of a trophy he had earned from the recent conflict with the Sith; so much for a non-combative role. His arm had nearly been crushed under the debris of the rail station as it came down atop them, to which he was going to have to continue conditioning training in order to not lose strength in the limb; easier said than done. He could feel that Aayla was near, which brought a smile to his usually stoic face this evening. He was glad to see she was recovering after that ordeal with that spirit on Brentaal IV. Still, he could feel something was irking her, like a small pinprick of annoyance, that was all too soon drowned out by thousands of other thoughts. Curious. Clearly he was missing out on something.​
Reaching the gym, he was honestly surprised to find the clone from the pairs recent adventures in the same room as his companion, though Kadan offered a greeting to both of them as he entered. "Aayla, trooper." He remarked, honestly not recalling the name of the man in question, only knowing he was a clone. His metal cast would no doubt draw questions, as he moved towards on of the weight racks, and began to look for an appropriate weight for his damaged arm. He prepared himself to play down any injury he had earned, not for the factor of being cool, but merely because he didn't want to talk about it. That battle was by far the most disturbing he had encountered. He smiled towards Aayla, no doubt snippets of his war exposure coming through in small segments before he wrangled them back in. "Surprised to see you in here so early Aayla, always figured you napped during the afternoon." He chuckled, before taking a medium sized weight and moving towards a bench opposite of the Sergeant. "Glad to see your making the adjustments as well, though I'm sure it's not easy given everything you've gone through." Kadan took the weight in his left arm, and began to curl, only to immediately stop, dropping the weight as his arm convulsed in pain.​
Maybe the doctor was right, one month of rest before anything straining on the arm.​

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Well, yeah he wasn't wrong in his visual assessment of her. She had a lot on her mind. She wasn't feeling, nor did she particularly feel like being clear-headed today. Aayla placed that cup on the ground next to her, and got back up. Moving somewhat lazily, and taking a playful jump at the bar. She grabbed with one hand, swinging slightly as her other hand effortlessly moved up to grasp it as well. She found a comfortable placement for her hands, more spread out this time, and began a slow series of repetitions. Lightly expelling air every time she pulled her chin over the bar. Some of that angst having alleviated, she wasn't trying to break a record, just put some strain, and hopefuly some light tearing on her muscle.

She felt it then, faintly, and then rapidly as solid as her awareness he was about to walk into the training area. Kadan... She grinned a bit at it; then her face turned to one of brief poison as he (as far as she was concerned anyway) stepped across a line.



Is it that crush you have on your forcemate Kadan? It's that, isn't it? Ah, young love in blossom, so precious and beautiful.

She fell from that bar like he said he'd slathered it in Bantha Poo, landing on the tips of her toes and taking one deliberate step in his direction. When Kadan came in, he attempted to alleviate the mood, and she almost went for it; though her own pissed off emotion was conflicting with his own melancholy outlook at the moment. She thought about all the things she could say, but would just turn to up-nod Kadan. It wasn't like Omen was necessarily wrong, she felt... Something, for Kadan; but he was WAY too familiar with people he had just met. Making wild assumptions of that nature wasn't the way to make new friends; not with her.

As such, instead of resorting to more venomous retorts, such as one she was actually honestly curious about; Order 66. She just sat down and started performing a series of stretches.


"What it IS, is the GrandMaster of the Order just told us to prepare to extricate the younglings of Silver Rest. Or were you not around for that Address?" there was definitely a bit of venom behind her words, but she didn't seem too heavy on pressing it beyond that.

"Like I said... We aren't clones. We have to work for what we have..." Aayla mumbled aloud, not necessarily having a problem with Clones, but Kadan would easily be able to discern why she didn't trust this particular clone.

Hell, anyone that had access to a terminal of Galactic History knew why. Maybe the others trusted him, but she didn't... Not yet... Had they even asked if he was involved in that? Sure it was a long time ago, but it wasn't for him, was it... For him, that was two weeks ago... Maybe three...

Her venomous eyes sliced on Kadan briefly, her thoughts on the matter palpable to her bonded padawan-learner; eventually closing her eyes and continuing her stretches.

She didn't even have anything to say about Kadan mentioning she slept late. She wasn't in the mood for jokes honestly; she just wanted to get stronger. The last time she fought the Bryn'Adul, she had gotten disfigured... That wasn't happening again.

Sergeant Omen Sergeant Omen Kadan Scipora Kadan Scipora



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Sergeant Omen

Arc Trooper Sergeant of the 41st Elite Corps
Aayla Shan said:
"What it IS, is the GrandMaster of the Order just told us to prepare to extricate the younglings of Silver Rest. Or were you not around for that Address?" there was definitely a bit of venom behind her words, but she didn't seem too heavy on pressing it beyond that.

The Clone winced internally as he realizes his mistake, looking like a trained nexu that had just gotten a timeout from its master of chewing up the couch. How was he, a clone had little experience talking to strangers and had little social boundaries supposed to know that was a forbidden topic. He could only remind himself that life was not a shipping holodrama that he had fallen into watching in his downtime and that these Jedi were not the ones he had served within the GAR. They did know him nor did they probably care for him, especially since he had looked up what was ultimately the GAR's purpose on a borrowed datapad. He dreaded knowing what his brothers had done to innocents, especially innocent children of the old Jedi order but they were too far gone at that point for anyone to do anything about it. Besides, some of the Jedi didn't exactly treat clones as human beings with the Jedi Master Pong Krell popping up right away in his mind. The message that the rogue Jedi had been captured after sending false orders for his clones to shoot at one another had been one of the last messages he had received before going out on his last fatal patrol. But that didn't matter to the Jedi who had almost been wiped out and the Silver Jedi Order might be along that same path. Time to try to repair this...

"Yes I heard and I'm truly sorry... No kid should have to have to deal with their home being threatened, Jedi or none... It's hard to look at the Younglings packing up all their stuff in the dorms and seeing the sad and dejected looks on their faces as they think if they are ever going to sleep in their bed again... I felt the same thing when we were trying to help the Sarkan when they lost their planet. All those lost souls..."


He paused for a second, remembering the Sarkan and Sneevel children playing outside the grounded medical frigate and thinking about all those filled cots that blanketed the open field with beings moaning for food and water before starting again slowly.

"At least the younglings will be guaranteed to fed and taken care of since they are the future of the Order and all unlike a lot of other refugees in this galaxy. The ones that die in alleyways because they can't walk on the brittle malnourished bones in their legs and no one will help them..."

The clone moved out of the glare range of the padawan before starting his own stretches, trying to talk as honestly as possible.

"I'm sorry I can't help more by obliterating the entire Bryn race but I'm betting that you already would have taken care of the demagolka by now if that were possible... I'm also sorry bringing something up that clearly should have stayed buried..."

Aayla Shan said:
"Like I said... We aren't clones. We have to work for what we have..." Aayla mumbled aloud, not necessarily having a problem with Clones, but Kadan would easily be able to discern why she didn't trust this particular clone.

Now that sparked something that had lay in Omen's heart of hearts for a long time, anger. Anger and hurt that the impassive stone-faced Jedi had the gull to say he didn't work for what he had. He had worked every day on the Temple grounds, trying to help out wherever he could to the point of exhaustion. Even back then, he had suffered being entombed, shot at, and almost was put down when the kaminii thought they thought he wasn't worth the price of his upkeep anymore after he had lost his limbs in the accident. The clone was lucky the Cuy'val Dar had managed to persuade the gihaal to keep him alive and train him as an ARC. With a low growl, his pain and bitterness could be heard in his voice as he struggled not to punch the female nerf herder in the gut.

"Oh, we worked alright. We were blow up, shot through till we had as many holes in us as a piece of Corellian Swiss Cheese, and were killed by the hundreds of thousands. The job even had the perks of no pay, no benefits, and half a lifespan. We clones were a lucky bunch, being lead by a bunch of Jedi generals who didn't have a clue how to lead a war except leading their clones like sheep into a meat grinder..."

He paused again, his voice getting weaker as he remembered the Kamionian medical staff talk about how he, the slave that existed only to fill up their big wallets, needed to be euthanized because of the power on his life support system had better uses elsewhere and how the Jedi had just nodded and let them go on with it before the Cuy'val Dar stopped them. The rage that filled his eyes wasn't on Aayla but on those terrible clone makers and how they should of all been swallowed up when their planet was drowned alive along with the Jedi of the time. With a shake of his head, his voice could barely be heard as he continued.

"Look, I get it, I shouldn't have gone into your personal issues but you don't have to insult me by saying I haven't worked for what I have. I'm trying to make a new life in this galaxy and have been trying to help the SJC just like everyone else in the ways I can, just like you are Padawan... Jokes are the only thing I have that makes me have a hint of hope for the future after having my whole galaxy being ripped out from under me so have some sympathy huh. Maybe some jokes and laughter would help you too because it looks like training is only making your sad existence as the Silver Jedi Order's stick in the mud worse..."

Omen didn't even react when Kadan tried to talk to him, the thoughts in his mind blaming the clone for being captured and being powerless to stop himself from being sent to a new galaxy he knew nothing about. He only could stand up on the rusty springs humans in his universe had called legs and move over to an ice machine, filling a plastic bag with ice and tossing it and a roll of tape to the padawan in pain.

"That will help with the swelling..."

Without another word he left with his fists clenched, heading for the only sanctuary he knew, the ship he had been captured in. As he walked, he only could think about the brothers he had lost in the Clone Wars and what would they do if they were in his place. Probably would do the same thing as I am now, screaming and yelling that it was unfair, that it all is unfair. I really am all alone in this big galaxy, aren't I... I guess the only thing I can do keep on keeping on... As the clone shut the bulkhead to the freighter's entrance behind him, all he felt was one thing... Dispair...
 
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Faith is the heroism of the intellect.

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...

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Location: Gym

"ELOAH" (Primary - Long Handle)

"ELOHAI" (Secondary - Long Handle)
Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Dilorian in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music" (Both on ship at all times)
Tag: Aayla Shan Aayla Shan Kadan Scipora Kadan Scipora Sergeant Omen Sergeant Omen

Yep, Caltin was in the gym too. He missed a workout, so he of course acknowledged the shocked stares, nodded to those who actually held eye contact, and hit the weights. The weights were in his locked storage chest. Nope, no one else could use them unless he was around, that was why he took his sweet time setting them up. The bench, the bar, the weights. The big guy had some a... wait? Is that a clone? Interesting.

Getting back to the weights, this was his setup for later, then he would get some aggression out. The Force was with him, or more appropriately in his case, in him. That was why he was here more and more when he had the chance. If anyone wanted to approach, they were welcome to, but the big guy was scary, he knew it.

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.
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Clearly, he had come in at the wrong time. He could feel a storm brewing with Aayla, as the tidbits of dissatisfaction erupted into a tideway of frustration. He gave her a glance, his head tilted to the side as he tried to work out what might have caused this. Then she gave him that glare, and he felt the guilt of what had happened on Brentaal IV. He had tried to protect her, to assist her in the fight against the specter, but there wasn't much he could have done. Gripping the pain erupting out of his left arm, he slowly rose, shoulders dropping as the guilt would flow from him and into her via their bond. The trooper was heading out, and Kadan felt that it was probably for the best if he did the same.​
Aayla went back to working out, turning her back to him. The message was received; she didn't want to see him right now. He let out a sigh, collecting the dropped weight with his good arm, and giving a brief wave of his hand to signify he was leaving.​
He'd have to talk with her later, assuming she still wanted to talk that was.​
Until then, he had to go get his arm checked out, it was starting to feel like he had re-broken something.​

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Well hell, she didn't want him to leave; she couldn't help but feel like she had pushed both of them away though. What crap... She slowly came to a rest, hands moving to flatten on the ground in front of her. Her Master had left her alone, and ever since then she had been pushing everyone away. Aayla thought she had been doing better, but this was a harsh reminder that old habits died hard. She had to do better...

Omen had skated on before she could even respond, and maybe that was a good thing. There was nothing good coming from where she had taken that conversation... W-.. Was that Caltin, by the way? She wondered how much of it he heard; hopefully none. Also where the heck had he been? She hadn't seen him for months... Now he was just sitting in the gym crushing weights like he had been here the whole time. She got to her feet, and moved to clean the area of everything that her, Kadan Scipora Kadan Scipora , and Sergeant Omen Sergeant Omen may have left behind
inadvertently, then went to take a quick rinse in the refresher. Redressing herself, she would exit and make a beeline in his direction, stopping short of him and sort of lingering around.

She was going to wait until he finished his set, but with how he worked out she wondered just how long that might've been...

"Master Vanagor? How are you... I h-.. haven't seen you in quite a while." she sort of just nudged herself into his space, moving to stand a comfortable distance away, but in direct eyesight of him. Half expecting him to roll out on her as well, but also curious to hear about what he had been doing. Most likely some top secret Jedi Master mission... Or something.



Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor

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Faith is the heroism of the intellect.

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...

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Location: Silver Rest Gym

"ELOAH" (Primary - Long Handle)

"ELOHAI" (Secondary - Long Handle)
Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Dilorian in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music" (Both on ship at all times)
Tag: Aayla Shan Aayla Shan Sergeant Omen Sergeant Omen Kadan Scipora Kadan Scipora

Yep... Master Vanagor is here... clear out.

He didn't care, either way, if they wanted to stay, then they were welcome to, it was a gym for everyone after all. If they had to go because they had somewhere to be, that is one thing, if they were leaving because he was there, then that was on them. It used to bother him as he did not try to be stand-offish, he tried to be social when he was younger, always going to gatherings and such but he had trouble summoning the courage to speak up around other Jedi and often stood silently hoping someone would approach him, others often did, sometimes not. No, he really tried to be social but gained a somewhat unfair reputation of being "brooding" and "grumpy".

Thanks, Ala.

She no doubt meant the observation in jest, but it seemed to take. Now he just accepted it and it became a part of him, even embracing it. Now it's to the point where he sometimes does not want to talk to people. However, he knew Aayla well enough to not be totally bothered by her approaching him. She was not looking to learn how he works out like other Padawans do and have, he hates that. Of course, the fact that she wants to know where he was, well it wasn't her concern, but... she was interested enough to ask.

As he stood erect and set up more weight for deadlifts, Caltin answered

Well, Padawan, I could tell you "a whole lotta 'nunya'" but there would be no point to it. I needed to heal some old nagging issues, but all things seemed to work out.

... even if I can't figure out how...


... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.
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As she approached him, her head canted in surprise as... She... Could easily read his thoughts. It was beyond attempt, they were flowing from him. It made her do a full turn of her head, to see if there was someone else in the room; and out of pure naivety, she responded.

"Well I'm still here..."


Aayla offered, smirking until she watched him stand and speak his next words. She so badly wanted to take that personal. To just eat it and storm off on him; And that was saddening... If she wasn't hearing what she was about ninety-eight percent sure was his thought process, she might have; but hearing such a thing from him, of all people. It shocked her to the core, albeit briefly. After he finished speaking, and added that bit about not being sure how, she was 100% she was receiving Caltin's mental thoughts... That was weird.

"Well, I hope it all went smoothly for you... I uhhh, have been around the place. I figured out I'm an Astrian, and that my Great times ten Grandmother is some legendary Jedi; and she also nearly beat the life out of me in some tomb... Or, I guess it was more like a Force Prison? I dunno. Oh..."

She mumbled, looking down at herself, and opening one of the pouched on her utility belt, removing a yellow kyber crystal from it.

"She gave me this, and showed me... So much. It felt like I had lived another life, beside my own. Anyway,.. And uhm, sorry to be so forward; why are you... Uhm... Projecting your thoughts on me Master Vanagor? We can speak just fine..."

She said, left hand moving up to lightly scratch at her ear as she asked the question; she still held that archaic sickly-yellow Kyber in her right hand as she moved to sit down at a machine two away from his own. Letting one machine put space between them.

Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor

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Faith is the heroism of the intellect.

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...

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Location: Silver Rest Main Gym

"ELOAH" (Primary - Long Handle)

"ELOHAI" (Secondary - Long Handle)
Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Dilorian in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music" (Both on ship at all times)
Tag: Aayla Shan Aayla Shan Sergeant Omen Sergeant Omen Kadan Scipora Kadan Scipora

Why in the galaxy would she tell me she was still here?

The look he gave was more than quizzical, it was shocking, almost paranoia. It was almost as if he could feel her emotions empathically. This wasn't the first time recently either. He could sense her feelings, he could sense some other's feelings. Why them and not others? It was not selective, it was just odd. She was irritated, yet curious. A few days ago he would have blown this off as reading her face, but this was the same thing that was going on when he would encounter other Jedi, certain other Jedi.

I'll deal with this later.

Relax, Shan. I was joking. I would never be that blunt to anyone. As for my healing? It's gone well enough.

He may still be standoffish, but it was the right thing to say there. Wait... "Shan"... yellow cr... no, it couldn't be. Not her, though it might be lineage. It would make some sense though with her thoughts and actions. The thing is... wait what?

Who is projecting whose thoughts? I'm not projecting anything.

Am I?

Was he? She's genuinely curious... wait a minute. He was never empathic.

What did they do to me?

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.
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She looked off to the side when he wondered why she was explaining herself; realizing perhaps that information was indeed unwarranted. Hell, he was extra abrasive today...

What would he deal with later?

She smiled at his words, canting her head with a smirk, before straightening and continuing to listen. She let him finish then, realizing the name Shan wasn't just any name to him, and resolved to interrogate him further about it. Though, there were more pressing things afoot at the moment. She returned that Kyber crystal to the pouch; wanting Josh to take a look at it before she made any decisions.

So he really wasn't aware of it? Aayla wasn't a big telepathic, but she felt like she rivaled Master Sakadi in the moment; as such she would go ahead and go all in, cementing her bet.


"You were just wondering why in the world I would tell you I was here still... Then you were thinking that this situation, or maybe... Is it you've had suspicions of this? Then you were pretty openly shocked about My last name, which I admit I'm gonna wanna' ask you about; and just now you asked if you were really projecting them... You are., very much so Master Vanagor; It's like... Holo-Tube quality audio; Also, whose they? Who did what to you? Err, should I call someone?"

She asked, suddenly very much concerned. One, at what was happening, and two; and this was the important one. Master Vanagor didn't know what was happening. That in of itself was concerning to her. She even stood up then, taking a few steps towards the comms panel on the far corner of the room.

"Wait, I can call medical just incase" She said.

Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor




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Faith is the heroism of the intellect.

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...

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Location: Silver Rest Gym

"ELOAH" (Primary - Long Handle)

"ELOHAI" (Secondary - Long Handle)
Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Dilorian in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music" (Both on ship at all times)
Tag: Aayla Shan Aayla Shan Sergeant Omen Sergeant Omen Kadan Scipora Kadan Scipora

This Astrian was invading his mind?! SHE WAS READING HIS THOUGHTS! This was not good as his mental blocking seemed to have been dismantled, and she was invasive enough to push further. He should just up and leave right now, and ma... no... he's not going to see anyone about this, he is going to figure it out. He held no ill will towards the Padawan in front of him, she was doing nothing wrong and he actually held respect for her will, it was something he could understand given what he himself had gone through.

We will do nothing of the kind. Nothing personal, but I am not at liberty to divulge how I healed. The truth is, I am not completely sure I am completely healed. I am entrusting you with this information, please do not break my trust. I can read feelings, and I have never been able to do that before.

That trip was... enlightening and much needed, but there was such a difference in his body, in his mind. He could not call on the Force, he simply, in a manner of speaking was the Force. He did not have to meditate to "see", he just did. This workout. It was not challenging anymore, he needed even more weight. What was next? Flying?

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.
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Yet still, his thoughts were still quite viable to her, and her face screwed up lightly, clearly holding back a laugh. Aayla turned, placing fists at her waist, shifting her wait to her left side a bit. So they had confirmed he was indeed broadcasting his thoughts, and also she had confirmed that he had no idea how, or why it was occurring. She was still a little shocked; but she wasn't going to question him on it. Even after everything, she respected the fact he was a Master, and her a learner. This was something in particular she needed to learn about. Maybe not (personally) as important as her figuring out more about what an Astrian was, and what they were capable of; but at the very least what that meant. For one thing she knew that she couldn't lose her equilibrium; for whatever reason that was. Explained her borderline Mastery of Ataru, and perhaps why she was so comfortable fighting in the ways she was...

She had missed some of what Caltin had said, but her memory quickly caught her up, causing her to nod a few times rapidly to him...

"I won't tell anyone... Unless like, you pass our or something... Or... I dunno' start... Start doing weird stuff. Then I'll probably tell someone, but if its just this. Then I swear I wont." Aayla loosed a simple dry chuckle at that, glancing off to he right... Dead-panning as she noted him thinking about flying.


"I'm going to be honest, this is a little concerning. Do you know who else you have this kind of connection with?"

She asked, peering over his body as if she was going to find a button that said 'press here to fix Caltin'

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Faith is the heroism of the intellect.

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...

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"ELOHAI" (Secondary - Long Handle)
Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Dilorian in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music" (Both on ship at all times)
Tag: Aayla Shan Aayla Shan

Again... you will do nothing of the kind. You will tell no one and if you do, I will see to it that we are never around each other again.

He wasn't trying to mean or rude, but this was a private matter and while it was genuinely endearing that she was concerned, the big guy was not going to be a lab rat for anyone. "That wouldn't happen?" He would be put in an exam room. He would be subjected to healers trying to tell him that something was "wrong" with him and invading his mind further. There were memories buried that none of them would, or ever would need to know about. It was bad enough that an apprentice Shadow was interrogating him. She was learning and could see that there was something different about him, but was there something bad about that?

He didn't feel any different, and that was a good thing. After all, the big guy didn't realize it, but he had put almost all of the large weights on the dead lift bar. There was a lot of weight there and he lifted it with little issue.

Wow.

Looking back at her, he asked simply.

Can I trust you, Padawan? Yes, or no?


... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.
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She stopped on the dime, turning and crossing her arms as she peered at the older Jedi; even being able to read his thoughts she didn't understand him. He was clearly going through something, but didn't want any help... It made her glare off to the side suddenly in a moment of inflection. Who the heck was she to judge him on that? She thought about it then, letting his thoughts and hers intertwine until he had called upon her again. Trust?

She nodded twice in succession.


"Yes, of course you can. I guess I've just never seen, or heard of anything like this before. I won't tell anyone; I swear it..."

Aayla responded to him, knowing in the grand scheme of things... It was wrong. They should have indeed reported it. Then again, she respected the Master's wisdom. She had learned learned things that saved her life from this man. If all he asked now was her discretion, she could do that. As odd as it may have been...

"I better run, I should catch up with those two and apologize... I might be going away soon but... If you don't mind, I'd like to see you when I get back Master Vanagor; just to check up... Not that you need me checking up on you, but... You know; just to make sur-.. I just wanna' see you when I get back"

Aayla decided, sticking to a firm landing on it. If Caltin wouldn't seek help, and was going to have her on a verbal Non-Disclosure Agreement, the least she could get out of it was the right to check up on him when she could. She would wait to hear his response, turning to leave when she forgot something important; she stopped, turning back and bowed to him fully.

"Master Vanagor..." She said, turning and running off to chase down Kadan, and Sergeant Omen if he was still in range.

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