Faction Restoration Efforts (NJO)

[Kuhbee]

TAG: Roman Vossari Connel Vanagor


Romans words confirmed that he was a little further along in his training than Kuhbee was. At this stage in his training this basic lift technique was exciting and new to the cub and was thrilled to have two people who already knew it help him along. He wondered if Roman needed another padawan friend. Kuhbee didn't know a lot of padawans yet and was always looking for more friends.

The young Wookie stretched out his hand and imagined a giant hand lifting the rock. To his extreme surprise it moved, just like his own hand was controlling it! He threw his arms up in a gesture of victory.

[Roman! Did you see that! I did it!] It was almost like the younger student had found a cool new role model in the other padawan and a cool new teacher in the knight.

[Throwing? You can use the Force to do that too?] His young eyes were so wide they lit up half his face.

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Kuhbee | Connel Vanagor

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A smile graced Roman's face as he witnessed Kuhbee's exhilaration at his newfound ability. "Well done, Kuhbee!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine warmth. "You're a natural!"

He nodded at Connel in response to the Knight's question about throwing, a hint of a challenge in his eyes. Roman reached out with the Force, selecting a boulder from the fallen wall in front of Kuhbee. With a gentle but firm grasp, he lifted it, moving it to a safe distance away before launching it across the courtyard. It arced through the air, landing with a satisfying thud, setting a clear target for the young Wookiee.

Turning to Kuhbee, Roman encouraged, "See if you can get close to that, Kuhbee. I bet you're stronger than you think."

With the challenge laid out, he turned towards Connel, eager to see if he had any wisdom to impart about Force throwing for them.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
TAGS: Corazona von Ascania

A spear of dark energy that couldn't be seen, only felt. That sounded dangerous. His ability to sense things wasn't as stout as his ability to fight had become since he'd started his training. Master Xeraic had assured him that it could be trained to be stronger, but so far that hadn't seemed to be the case. No matter how much he tried to work on expanding his ability to sense the world around him, it didn't seem to get any easier. All he could do was hope that any Sith he faced didn't know that ability.

And given what she said, it definitely could have been a lot worse than a scar. A spear to the face was probably lethal.

"It's nice to work with and learn from others who have different experiences," he said, stepping back to view the wall in its entirety. "Opens up ones learning potential. As for the Arkanian, she was very skilled, though I'm unsure where she learned and why she isn't a Jedi. Though, perhaps she just wants to focus on healing people."

There were, he understood, people who couldn't take on the full role of a Jedi. Being one meant doing more than just healing, or mediating, or anything else. Jedi had to be able to handle a wide range of tasks in order to successfully fulfill the duty they undertook by becoming a Jedi. Not everyone was capable, or willing, of doing that. He didn't hold it against her, either way. She had been very helpful to him.

When Cora asked about his upbringing, he sighed. It did seem like he had to talk about it more often than he really wanted to. But that was life, at times. Not everyone was knowledgeable of who he was.

"I am the crown prince of the Kingdom of Dewit on Lazerian IV," he said, nodding his head. "Since my parents were killed I'm effectively the King, but I haven't been crowned because I haven't returned since it happened."

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Caamas | OBJECTIVE : I | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Kuhbee | Roman Vossari

Connel watched as Roman demonstrated the answer to his question. He did so well enough and the Knight nodded, especially at Kuhbee’s excitement to learn.

Well done. That is exactly how it should look, Kuhbee. Now, how you do that starts with levitation, so choose something to levitate, and with a wave, your imaginary hand will… His actions were providing a visual description of his lesson… up to the point of the rubble sent flying away safely. ... fly in the direction you wish.

Then he picked up another through the Force and waved over Roman to come next to them as well..

You should pay attention to this as well. I am going to show you something that you both should be able to work towards in that regard. Vosarri, your skills are exceptional already, but should you ever try this in a combat situation, Force forbid, an Acolyte, a Dark Knight… a Dark Jedi whoever… they will see it coming. I want to show how to perform this without them ready for it.

Continuing to levitate the debris, he extended his arm out and continued, and even levitated another, bringing it alongside the other.

A wave of your hand, again is the way to go… A wave of his hand sent one of the two pieces of rubble flying away safely… as that hand went down to his side, the other still levitating the remaining piece.

I want you to be able to eventually do this… The other… it went flying in the same direction, but if the two Padawans noticed, the only thing Connel had done was wave his index and middle finger.

All it takes is practice.

 

[Nulgath Zardai]

"Um, yes, Lord Immortuous," she replied, hastily gathering up her scanner and sensors. She stood up, brushing herself off as best she could, though the blush lingered faintly on her face. Still, she managed to pull herself together enough to flash a sunny smile, a trademark Zaiya expression, at Mahsa, Nulgath, and Aris. That warmth faltered ever so slightly when her gaze flicked to Lysander, who had walked off in a noblesse manner.

Sigh... Hopefully she could clear things up afterward. Zaiya didn't like anyone to be upset at her.

"It's good to see you again," she said with a polite nod to the elder. Her opal blue eyes flicked over him briefly, taking in the faint traces of singed material around him. The Force around him felt... sharp, with an undercurrent of something brittle, but Zaiya pushed her curiosity aside for the moment.

"Are you okay? I hope you're not hurt,"

"Do not call me that. My true name is, Nulgath." He spat and squinted at Zaiya Ceti then gave the faintest hint of a smile before taking a step back. " I will be fine," He paused and internally felt odd. His physical body was not capable of blushing, as there was no real blood left in his body and yet it happened through is emotions.

And with so many eyes on him he also felt strange now realizing that he approached to check in on a single padawan. Within he chastised himself for the subtle display of "weakness" it was not is his way. It was not my way. Im not sure what my way is now. Whatever path or way he was forging now though he knew it he could only trust himself in it.

And maybe a few others.

The undead epicanthix looked around him briefly before moving to retire back to "his" section of the temple. " I have work-" he suddenly stopped when another voice came to his ear.

The last of the items had been picked up by the time Nulgath had finally approached, a cautious smile given to the Lord Immortuos as he seemed to show concern over the Lovalla. He’d been whisked away shortly after they’d escaped the station safely, and she had wondered what had become of the Sith during that time.

"W-We never got to thank you back then…" She was glad to see him well, or as well as a being who’d suddenly been cut off entirely from the dark side of the Force could be, as the Kazelrrian gave a little bow towards the elder. "Thank you for helping us make it back home safe."

A thank you? Nulgath froze pondering the word for a time. It was not a phrase the Sith used and not one that he frequented with genuine intent either. He was taken back and physically could of seemed offended but this was not the case. He knew it felt good to hear it said and while it did slightly fan his ego, it also made him look at Mahsa and Zaiya Ceti in a new light. Not as ignorant children or indoctrinated jedi youth or simply naive.

Simply put he could "see them" as individuals. And as soon as he was able to grasp this realization, he also by extension, could understand that this was how the two girls chose to "see" him as well. At the peak of Nulgath's epiphany he recoiled and felt shame...Because this was not something that he could reciprocate to himself.

Not yet.

" Oh.. I-I dont know.. What to say." The words seemed to surprise himself as they flowed from his mouth and then he glanced at Aris Noble and his face of stone and mimicked the face. A hardening of his own decayed visage and attitude. Not as a jest but becasue he did not want to be anymore vulnerable in that moment that possible.

Thankfully it seemed attention was naturally drawn elsewhere to an adjacent hall. ( Jasper Kai'el )

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris tilted his head as he watched the withered being copy his expression. Just a slight tilt. Again, one of those only if someone really knew him they'd pick up on it show of emotion. Oh. A mask. He simply gave a little nod. Emotions were hard, difficult. Especially if it's like how he had to handle emotions himself. He was clearly trying to keep from being overwhelmed by some sort of emotion, so, Aris didn't pry into it.

If anything, his attention was more on Zaiya now. He just gave a little smile. But an actual smile, at that, one that spread across his face and lit up his eyes, even if it was slightly bashful. Though his attention followed the others at the pulse.

Not that he felt it.

"What is what? What's going on? The runes are inactive..?"

Mahsa | Zaiya Ceti | Nulgath Zardai

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora followed Caelan's gaze back to the wall. She reached out once more, fingers brushing again against the face of the stone, now wiped clean of the corruptive markings. The strength of the Light would never cease to impress her.

"We are better for it," she agreed. "I grew up rather sheltered, believing that my experiences were universal. It was…quite a shock when I first joined the Order." One corner of her lips lifted into a wry smile, her gaze unfocusing into the middle distance as if she were gazing at a distant memory. As a fresh-faced Padawan, her prissy demeanor had rubbed quite a few of her classmates the wrong way. She’d eventually honed that edge into something smoother.

"I'm still learning, too."

There was something in Caelan's sigh that had her eyes turning back toward him, brow furrowed faintly. His answer earned a small gasp from the knight, her expression creasing in sympathy. Murdered parents, and the crown hanging over his head.

"Oh, Padawan Valoren. I'm terribly sorry." Her voice lowered into a somber murmur. "I apologize for bringing it up. You needn't explain any further."

Caelan Valoren

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
TAGS: Corazona von Ascania

"Please just call me Caelan," he said.

For most of his life, everyone that wasn't a member of his immediate family had referred to him with a title before his last name. It grew wearisome, and it was hard to make friends when everyone distanced themselves through the use of a title. He didn't want to have acquaintances that only viewed him through the lens of formality.

"And it's alright. I've made peace with the loss of my family. It's the plight of my people that worries me now."

He turned and walked forward, searching for another segment of wall that needed cleansed. Standing around wasn't getting work done and it helped him to stay busy when he was having feelings in the manner he now was. Worry, mostly. No anger or fear, just worry about the people that had spent thousands of years looking up to his family line for guidance and protection, who were now at the mercy of some unknown group that had sought to wipe out an entire familial line.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x
Interacting with: Nulgath Zardai Aris Noble Mahsa

"Do not call me that. My true name is, Nulgath.

While Nulgath's tone carried a bark, Zaiya could sense there was no true bite behind it. As he turned away, she caught the faintest trace of a smile, quickly smothered beneath his withered, stoic demeanor. Zaiya wasn't a Lorrdian, but even she could read the subtle shifts in his body language, the battle he waged within himself etched in every rigid line. Her bioluminescent patterns flickered softly, hues of empathetic bronze and gold swirling across her mottled skin. A curious citrine glow rippled briefly before settling as she watched him retreat toward the section he'd been guarding.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay," Zaiya said warmly, her sincerity shining through her words. "And that's fine, no need to say anything more. Just let us know if you need anything."

For a moment, her words seemed to soften him. But then, as quickly as it had come, his leathery visage hardened again. Zaiya didn't take it personally. She could understand the disorientation, the strangeness of being thrust into a new world and expected to find your place. She'd felt it herself when she first learned about the Jedi, the Sith, and with what the Force could do.

Her gaze shifted, drifting from Nulgath to Aris. The tall, silver haired Padawan stood not far from the undead Epicanthix. The smile that shone at her direction from Aris prompted another delighted bashful flush. Her skin responded before she could stop it, shimmering with a vibrant wave of color that betrayed her feelings. It seemed that each encounter with Aris seemed to bring out more vibrancy in her hues, deepening their color.

The moment didn't last long, as faded runes etched into the stone began to waver, some crumbling under the cleansing touch of the Light. Others, though, still remained, darker and stained with a malevolence that made her stomach twist, held firm.

"Oh," Zaiya murmured, clearing her throat and stepping closer to the wall. She studied the lingering runes, her opal blue eyes narrowing in thought.

"I think one of the Masters' is cleansing the weaker runes... but the stronger ones are still holding." The nausea they radiated prickled at her senses, an echo of the darkness she'd felt before.

"How do we purify the larger ones?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at Nulgath and Aris. The question hung in the air, genuine and uncertain. Zaiya's mind flitted back to Tython Station, to the Light rune Knight von Ascania had etched on her hand. The Force Light had worked then, but she hadn't understood how to wield it. She still wasn't sure.

"Do you know?" she asked again, directing the question to both of them. Aris had some experience with runes because of his father, but maybe Nulgath's Sith knowledge offered a key.

The irony wasn't lost on her, asking advice from someone she'd helped sever from the Dark Side. Yet she knew the battle wasn't over for Nulgath. If anyone understood the weight of these runes, it might be him.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora smiled faintly. "Caelan, then."

Her gaze drifted from the wall to the Padawan, observing him as he turned his attention back toward the ruins. She lingered a few steps behind, content to let him take the lead in exploring their next target.

"I was once wife to the crown prince of Ukatis. It gave me more…perspective regarding the caretaking of a people. The promise of ruling can weigh heavily over one's head."

Caelan was younger than Horace had been, though, and had likely experienced far more loss. Parallels between the two men could only be drawn so far, which was a good thing. His people's welfare had not been high on Horace's list.

The crumbling wall stretched out before them, baring signs of decay and ruin, but no more inscriptions as far as could be seen. There was, however, a strange pattern of concentric markings etched into the tile at the end of the partially collapsed corridor.

"Is that why you came to the Jedi?"

Caelan Valoren

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
TAGS: Corazona von Ascania

He stopped in his walk when he heard her mention Ukatis. And did she say she'd been married to its crown prince? He turned and squinted at her, but he was pretty sure she wasn't that old. So that must have been recent, then. And she did say was. He couldn't help but wonder what had happened that she no longer was, though he was certain it might have something to do with their history.

"Ukatis has a long history of oppression," he said, recalling his studies. "What happened?"

This had sparked a lot more interest in him, and for the moment he had forgotten about their task. Ukatis wasn't that far away from Lazerian IV, and his family had dealings with the royals there in the past, but his father had always detested having anything to do with them. He'd told Caelan a lot about them, about their history, because Caelan would likely have to deal with them eventually. He was keenly aware of how little the people there were cared for by those in charge of their well-being.

When she asked if what happened was the reason he came to the Jedi, though, he shook his head.

"I initially went to Coruscant in search of aid from the Alliance, but as soon as I landed someone tried to kill me and I ended up down in the lower levels. I hid there for a long time, until Anneliese found me and brought me to the Jedi."

 

[Braze]

Silas Westgard Jasper Kai'el

Braze gave Silas a smarmy grin. "Nope, Mister Tough Guy carried it all on his own," Braze said simply. "It's not like I'm allowed to lift anything heavier than five pounds," he added. "Doctor's orders, you know?" He paused and looked at Silas. "All is well in paradise, I take it?"

 

[Nulgath Zardai]

"Oh," Zaiya murmured, clearing her throat and stepping closer to the wall. She studied the lingering runes, her opal blue eyes narrowing in thought.

"I think one of the Masters' is cleansing the weaker runes... but the stronger ones are still holding." The nausea they radiated prickled at her senses, an echo of the darkness she'd felt before.

"How do we purify the larger ones?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at Nulgath and Aris. The question hung in the air, genuine and uncertain. Zaiya's mind flitted back to Tython Station, to the Light rune Knight von Ascania had etched on her hand. The Force Light had worked then, but she hadn't understood how to wield it. She still wasn't sure.

"Do you know?" she asked again, directing the question to both of them. Aris had some experience with runes because of his father, but maybe Nulgath's Sith knowledge offered a key.

While pondering the manner in which Zaiya innately conducted herself around himself and others. The undead epicanthix gave pause when her voice inquired a new angle of "their" mission on the temple ground. And while Nulgath preferred to work alone, as successful as he was with that, he was wise enough to acknowledge when assistance would be beneficial. As a sith he prided himself in the alchemical and arcane. After all he was standing here only due to the immense knowledge he had acquired, no devoured, over his long years of ambition.

And yet he, for the moment, lacked the means of using said knowledge here in this place. It seems cooperation is once again adequate. He thought to himself and turned around to face the Jedi once more. Willing succumbing to their quandary with a intense stare and a uncharacteristic grin. Naturally all beings we granted emotional expression with areas they loved. It would be inappropriate to not do so here. His individuality in its totality shined with a gloom. If he was plunged into the world of the Jedi. Then they, subsequently were plunged into his as well. As above, so below. As within, so without.

Walking past the group he followed the halls in till he managed to see and literally feel the purging effects of force light come to bear around his being. Even cut off from the darkside its effects were uncomfortable to say the least. With some intrigue he studied Jasper Kai'el in his state of meditation and felt the need to critique, but verbally held his tongue. This fool is going be sitting there for hours.

" You know more about purification than I do." he jabbed sarcasticaly but then gave a respite in demeanor with his next words. "But what I can offer is how its used. Words elicit meaning and meaning can be altered." he admitted aloud after reading the runes on the walls to himself and pointed to one section of a greater rune. " There for example, Midwan kots, the power to break and its etched onto the an supporting structure of the temple. You could focus your power, like a scalpel, and interrupt the sacred geometry of the symbols and thus change its imbued function. But it may be more beneficial for you to add in a rune of your own to confuse the alchemical mechanism." He squinted and looked around doubting that the jedi around him may understand. These are jedi not sith occultist.

" Use Consitar Sato, to disarm the runes and ground the darkside." He said plainly and moved his torso in the motion of a sigh. " Nature has a way of...healing itself later..."

Tags: Zaiya Ceti Braze Aris Noble Mahsa Silas Westgard

 

[Mahsa]

Nulgath…? Her curiosity displayed in vibrant citrine strands scattered throughout her hair, the padawan committing the name to memory—convinced that it fitted him better than his old one.

There were no reddish hues to color his cheeks, but the emotion—and the body movements that stemmed from it—were present and clear enough for both girls to quietly pick up on them. When he mentioned being unsure of what to say Mahsa shook her head softly, a smile on her face as she spoke. "If there’s anything we can help with just let us know… you can think of it as us repaying a favor, maybe?"

She didn’t have much experience with Sith as a whole, but the few she’d known were drastically different from Nulgath… and she could only imagine how out of place perhaps he currently felt among the Jedi. She could only hope that way of thought might make it a little bit easier for the elder to seek help when he came to need it.

"I think one of the Masters' is cleansing the weaker runes... but the stronger ones are still holding."

A soft nod was ehr response as Mahsa walked closer to the wall, her eyes quietly tracing over the remaining runes etched against its surface as she studied them. She could no longer sense the nauseating energy from those that had stopped pulsing, though it had seemed to double on the few that had withstood the mesmerizing aura.

One hand extended towards them, curious about their nature, before it halted shy of touching them. She still felt uneasy even with the thin veil of protection currently draped over her, the realization causing Mahsa to withdraw her hand back to her side as she listened to Nulgath instead.

His words about the runes and their meanings made sense to her mind, but unfortunately there was one problem—at least for her—with that approach… She had no idea what any of these runes meant in the first place, and modifying them blindly might cause more trouble instead of fixing the current ones.

"O-Oh…!" Surprise colored her voice as his next suggestion turned to be one Mahsa was more familiar with, golden eyes peering over at Zaiya and Aris to see what they thought about it. "M-Maybe we could try that…?"

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Aris Noble | Nulgath Zardai | Zaiya Ceti ​

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris watched in silence as the group spoke, smiling softly. His eyes did shift to watch Zaiya more than the other two, honestly. Was he distracted being around her? Absolutely. Was it because he knew his limits in actually helping here? Also yes. Right now, the most he could help was keeping people safe if something cropped up that shouldn't be here. He had no access to being able to break the runes.

Or at least, as far as he was aware.

He hummed as he moved to one of the other runes, looking it over. He felt nothing from it, though he was certain the others did. His expression had his brow knitted together in thought. Then he just, reached up to touch it. The reaction was violent, though not for Ais himself. Palm against the rune, he shattered it's essence entirely. He felt none of it, of course, but he cleaved the darkness within the rune, leaving the mark inert.

"Should you try that ability here? I think it'd be useful."

Zaiya Ceti | Mahsa | Nulgath Zardai

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x
Interacting with: Aris Noble Nulgath Zardai Mahsa

Zaiya tilted her head, her expression thoughtful as streaks of deep amber flared across the mottled patterns of her skin. She chewed over Nulgath's explanation, her fingers brushing against her chin.

How it is used. The idea turned over in her mind like a puzzle, pieces starting to click together.

"Words can mean so many things depending on how they're used…" she murmured, her voice trailing off as her gaze shifted to the intricate sigil etched into the stone before them.

"Ohhh," she said, her voice picking up with realization.

"Because they're runes. Each one's like… a command, right? Like a word, designed to trigger something specific."Her fingers hovered just above the glowing lines as if she could feel their intent radiating from the etchings.

"So… interrupt the flow of the etch, or maybe add a new one to modify or confuse it?" Zaiya echoed Nulgath's explanation, standing beside him with her glowing eyes darting between the lines of the alchemical rune. When Nulgath mentioned Consitar Sato, Zaiya's face scrunched up in confusion. Amber melted into grey tones that rippled over her skin, mirroring the muddled thoughts in her head.

"Wait… what?" she asked, her tone baffled. Then her eyes lit up, and the grey streaks on her skin flared into brilliant gold as the memory clicked into place.

"Oh! Like what Knight von Ascania showed us with Plant Surge!" she exclaimed, excitement sparking in her voice. "We could use it to grow plants here, right? Instead of letting this rune collapse the temple, the plants might reinforce it. Like... like building supports!" She grinned wide, thrilled by the clever solution.

Mahsa seemed to agree, stating that is what they should try to do, and Zaiya's grin only grew. She loved the feeling of connecting the nav points, of turning lessons into action. But her focus broke when Aris moved suddenly, his posture shifting as he extended a hand toward another part of the wall.

Zaiya blinked, her colors rippling with confusion, soft greys tinged with curious yellow.

"Wait… what did you just do?" she asked, stepping closer to him.

Aris's expression was hard to read, but something had definitely happened. She thought Aris wasn't able to feel the Force outside of his body. Had he done something his father taught him regarding the runes then, the Lovalla mused, both curious and shocked. Then her gaze dropped to the bracer on his wrist.

"Wait… was it the bracer?" she asked, her opalescent eyes widening with realization.

 

[Kuhbee]

TAG: Connel Vanagor Roman Vossari


The cubs eyes were as wide as a Hutts dinner plate as he watched the two other Jedi. Their movements were so effortless and they seemed so confident. Roman expertly threw another rock and encouraged Kuhbee to do the same and then Connel moved boulders with just his finger! It was amazing to see all the Force could do, but the talk about being in a situation or a fight had Kuhbee worried. He was a gentle soul and he'd hurt others before. He never wanted to hurt anybody again.

[That is so cool!]. He was so easily excitable. He held out his own paw and lifted a large boulder and tried to throw it with the Force. It sailed away but did not land where he wanted, next to Romans boulder. Instead he was a few feet short.

[Do heavier things require more concentration?] He wondered if you should consider the size of the object. Clearly he did not know Master Yodas famous words.

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Kuhbee | Connel Vanagor

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Roman clapped enthusiastically for Kuhbee, a genuine smile lighting up his face. It was a valiant first effort, one Roman couldn't have dreamed of accomplishing on his own at that stage. The young Wookiee had a natural aptitude for the Force, and the eagerness to learn was evident.

As Kuhbee's question about concentration drifted towards Connel, Roman slipped into his own concentrative state, intent on replicating the subtle technique Connel had demonstrated. He focused his mind, reaching out with the Force and gently lifting two pieces of rubble from the fallen wall. It was easy enough, but the true test lay in the next step.

He attempted the flick of his fingers, the way Connel had effortlessly sent the debris flying. A surge of energy went through his hand, but the rocks remained stubbornly suspended. It wasn't a complete failure, but it was far from the elegance Connel had displayed. A frown creased Roman's brow as he realized the challenge ahead. This refined control of the Force was going to require a great deal of practice and patience. He'd have to work hard to master such finesse.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Caamas | OBJECTIVE : I | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Kuhbee | Roman Vossari

Connel watched as both of them continued to not only excel at throwing, but try to replicate what he had just shown them. It was something that they should be proud of, their will to try, and continue to try. Roman was clearly more adept and happy for Kuhbee who was learning, but getting better with each attempt. That was what was going to make this regal Padawan something special for the next several decades, regardless of his path. Kuhbee’s question was an expected one.

It does at first, but with practice it gets easier and easier. As he replicated his own effort, this time not even lifting a large piece of debris, but letting it fly along the ground and knocking into other pieces of debris sending them over the side of the platform they were on falling safely to the ground outside (OOC- Think Billiards) and laughed at what he was about to say. Heh my father… he’s nuts… you should see him do this. He barely has to look at something.

He thought about that, the stories Caltin had told him about how he once spent every moment training and getting “better” at the baseline skills to make them that much easier. It was indeed true… “practice makes perfect.

Don’t be discouraged. You’re not going to get it perfectly after a couple of times. The fact that you can do this at this level says a lot about the both of you. You’re doing fine, let yourselves be Padawans and enjoy the experiences, okay?

Wise words? Sure, but those are words his father had spoken to him a few times on his own. It was often difficult with the way of the galaxy as it was for Padawans to simply “learn” and not be thrown into the fire like many are, but if it was possible to “relax” then do so.

You’re doing great, guys.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora's lips almost twitched into a faint smile as Caelan seemed to scrutinize her. She hoped that he didn't find any wrinkles. And if he did, she hoped that he wouldn't say anything.

Her lips stilled as he brought up oppression. Though she'd become well aware of the vast gap between Ukatis' noble class and the common folk - not to mention its treatment of women - it still stung to hear an outsider bring it up. Cora had suffered greatly at the hands of her own culture, and many of those in the Order did not have a favorable view of the backwater agrarian world because of it.

It was deserved, but it still hurt. Ukatis was her homeland, and she loved its people.

"That it does," she agreed. "Horace and I were married for about a year before he passed away, and I returned to Coruscant."

Horace's father had taken the throne by force nearly twenty years ago. That was widely seen as a good thing; the crown had kept the people isolated and starving, and the new king Cholmondeley opened their world up to galactic trade. He'd declined in the last few years into a bloated, womanizing drunk - and his spoiled son hadn't been far behind.

When Caelan relayed why he had come to Coruscant, it was not what Cora had expected.

"Oh, Ashla," she breathed, concern creasing her features. "That is awful. I'm so sorry that happened to you." Coming to a planet in search of aid, only to be attacked and forced on the run? It seemed that the galaxy had decided that the young prince had not suffered enough after the death of his parents.

"Anneliese is a lovely soul. I'm glad to hear that she found you. But, Caelan…" she turned to him with a concerned frown. "…are you alright?"

Caelan Valoren