Shadows of the Past, Vision of the Future (Coalition Dominion of Manaan and Zeltros T2)

[Faith Organa]

Objective: Contact Myles and Rashae, leave for Zeltros
Post 9 of 22
[member="Draco Vereen"]

Faith couldn't help but laugh and marvel at Draco watching him pull the cork from the bottle. She immediately could smell the wine as he gave it a few minutes to breath filling the room with the scent of emerald grapes. The smell transported Faith back to a day in the Vinerium tasting the lastest blend the smell of the freshly turned soil, the heavy casks, and every delight that could be paired with the wine.

She and Draco had stayed for hours eating and drinking thinking of the life ahead, their children, it seemed a long time ago. It was really the kids were all old enough to be either out on their own or in school.

Faith took the glass her fingers wrapping around it firmly as if to hold onto the memory just a little long she looked up at Draco who always made her weak in the knees. She nodded, "the messages are out and we will travel at a half speed so that we are not far away and the message an be received in the clear. I need to know they are ok, a massage would be great maybe it will push this headache off that is begging to be let loose"

Faith took a sip of the wine, sweet smooth and she loved it. "Sounds good Drahr."

She hoped in some way the Council of Manaan would see that the Coalition was not filled with shadows of evil intent. "I don't know what else to offer Manaan Draco. What if I can't secure the contract? What if..I blow it all." They could always find another source but it wasn't just that it was the source in Faith's mind she wanted to make things up to the people of Manaan. How could she do that, if they wouldn't let her?

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"Ehhh, you won't blow it all. You've been through worse situations and harder tribulations than this, so I have faith in your negotiating skills. You are up to the task at hand." He seemed so sure, so confident in that statement, his voice steely and stern. As though it was all a certainty to him that everything would just work out and thinking otherwise was nonsensical. "Besides, all the drugs the Zeltrons do, they'd love to have some detox meds." Draco grinned at her, taking another large drink from his glass.

"Alright, one massage coming up." He finished his glass and set it down, waving his other hand at the bed. "Lay down on your stomach then." Not that giving Faith a much needed massage had much to do with anything other than helping her relax, if only for a short time. Zeltrons were empaths and mildly telepathic. They would be able to tell if her mood was dour and worrisome, which might cause them some reason to withdraw from the talks in a rush. Alternatively, their state of happiness and all around contentedness might rub off on her and lighten Faith up for their meetings.

He propped himself up on his knees on the bed, waiting for her to lie down so he could straddle her backside and begin applying pressure across her back. Once they arrived at Zeltros he would have to be well behaved and probably have to glare at quite a few Zeltrons that got a little too familiar with the Royal couple. Zeltros didn't really understand or practice monogamy, and chances were both Faith and Draco would have to smile and turn down a number of well-meaning but misguided suitors. In Faith's case, Draco would be there to tell them to get lost among other, more violent methods.

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Joza Perl]

#8

“Oh my, what a gentleman.” Pressing her hand to her chest and batting her lashes in an over exaggerated manner, Joza looped her free arm around his own. “What manner you could teach some of the men here!”

Now escorted back onto the floor with a handsome scantily clad male in booty shorts on her arm, the Zeltron woman guided them both towards the bar.

“I’ll have a sonic serodriver, Ted.” She looked over to Theo, whom Ted gave an odd glance to but didn’t question anything. This was Zeltros after all and he was bound to see stranger things tonight. “What would you like, Theo?” It went without saying that the drinks would be free, on the owner’s tab.

[member="Theodosius Organa"]

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Post: IV
Allies: Free Worlds Coalition
Enemies: None
Objective: The Zeltros Guard
Location: Traveling to Zeltros

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As she stepped unto the bridge the view screen erupted in a flash as the ship dropped from hyperspace, the pink hued world coming into view. A soft smirk crossed her lips as she stood there, her own golden hues falling upon the world below. The Aishul had come to this world ages ago, finding it to be suiting for their own needs and tastes.

"The world of debauchery. If Mos Eisley is the hive of scum and villainy, then this is the hive of STDs and Bad Choices."

A small chuckle came from behind her, Knight-Lieutenant Jiktar straightened herself up once Amelia was looking at her before her attention return towards the view screen before her. Stepping forward she motioned towards the bridge crewmen nearest to her.

"Send a message to the Aishul, inform them that Amelia Sorenn-Syrush of the Sorenn-Syrush bloodline is here to meet with them."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Knight-Lieutenant Jiktar, call the Sigma Praetorian to the hanger bay, I'll join you shortly."

"Yes Countess."

Amelia kept her focus upon the world below, watching the traffic of other vessels as they came and went from the world. Even as she stood there on the bridge she rolled her head, feeling as though she was being violated just by being in close proximity to the world. Shuddering at what truly went on below, she spun away from the view screen before making her way towards the hanger bay.

All she wanted to do now was to get the meeting over with and complete her personal mission.


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Amelia's Forces:

• Cardinal class Corvette (1)
• Sigma Praetorian

 

[Theodosius Organa]

[SIZE=18pt]The Great Walk[/SIZE]​

I hear the Breath speak, a gentle whisper that is sung and is carried upon the wind. It guides me, it nurtures me. I tend to its celestial gardens. This symbiosis with The Living Force, it is a binding contract, one that I so freely give with all of my spirit. This trust I give, it is unrestrained, an unconditional act of love and respect.​

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The Great Walk, it is the Kashi Pilgrimage. It is a long quest, a crusade to aid the Living Force. One may journey this path for atonement. Another may just walk this path to seek to reconnect. Any Kashi may take the walk. To do so, it takes unconditional faith and the price of memories.-Theodosius Organa​

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[SIZE=18pt]Zeltros[/SIZE]​

Club Blush​

[member="Joza Perl"]​

Post #9​

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Yes they made their way to the bar. On the way there was roaming hands. Not Theo’s, he was being the gentleman. Yes Joza’s hands had explored Theo’s chest before they left the room. Her hands where not the only hands however to roam Theo’s half naked form. Ok it was a mostly naked form. He was only wearing those pair of shorts. Yes but the hands. On the way to the bar there were hands. As they walked by Theo felt some slaps. He also felt a few pinches. There were plenty of groping hands. Theo was pretty sure not all of them were women that had done this. These Zeltronains were defiantly frisky people!

Theo did not protest though. He played the part. Something was going on here. To find out he had to blend in. To blind in he would have to be like one of these scandalous free love ‘in people of Zeltros. The Living Force had sent him here after all. Trust the Force and it will provide!
The bar….

A sonic serodriver? Theo did make a mental note the bar tender’s name is Ted? Theo did give the man a nod to say hello. He was smiling to. Everyone, well mostly everyone was smile. If Theo did not smile to how would he fit in?

“You know what would I like Gorgeous”, the question flowed with a rich smirk as he looked right at Joza. “How about a slow hard bang on Spira”, the grin he had was very confident. Like he knew what he was asking for, as in asking for a type of drink.

“Coming right up”, Ted, the Bar keep said. It seems like a slow hard bang on Spria was actually a drink. Not surprising as many drinks in night clubs had some sort of sexual reference. Did Theo actually know that it was a drink? What sort of other deviant things has Theo has done in the past?

 

[Joza Perl]

#9

Joza practically snorted at his drink order as he locked eyes with her. “Nice choice,” She commented with a bit of dry humor to her tone.

“You know you can slap them, right?” She tilted her head out towards the crowd. “The people who groped you, I mean. Just because you’re dressed like a stripper doesn’t mean that they can touch you, but if you’re into it then…” She shrugged, giving Ted a thankful smile as he passed over her cocktail, followed shortly by Theo’s.

“Okay, maybe not slap.” She corrected after a sip. “Maybe swat at them.”

Consent, as one could imagine, was an issue on Zeltros. Contrary to popular belief, they weren’t happy-go-lucky sex dolls all the time.

“So where are you from, Mr. Living Force?”

[member="Theodosius Organa"]

 

[Theodosius Organa]

[SIZE=14pt]The Great Walk[/SIZE]​

I hear the Breath speak, a gentle whisper that is sung and is carried upon the wind. It guides me, it nurtures me. I tend to its celestial gardens. This symbiosis with The Living Force, it is a binding contract, one that I so freely give with all of my spirit. This trust I give, it is unrestrained, an unconditional act of love and respect.​

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The Great Walk, it is the Kashi Pilgrimage. It is a long quest, a crusade to aid the Living Force. One may journey this path for atonement. Another may just walk this path to seek to reconnect. Any Kashi may take the walk. To do so, it takes unconditional faith and the price of memories. -Theodosius Organa​

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[SIZE=14pt]Zeltros[/SIZE]​

Club Blush​

[member="Joza Perl"]​

Post #10​

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Theo’s drink that Ted had brought, it was a loud choice? The glass itself stood out differently then the other glasses. The stem/handle of the glass was thin and long. The base that the glass sits on was flat. The part that held the bright pink liquid was a large glass bowl. What was a drink without a purple umbrella and a straw?

Theo was in the middle of sucking up some of that pink-ish goodness while Joza was speaking about spanking people in her club. With the curvature of Theo’s eyebrows and a nod from him was enough to garner that the drink tasted splendid.
However, unfortunately Theo was asked a serious question. Where was he from?
He might as well answer what he did know.

“Well my deer. I currently live in a grand tower on Midvinter”, the tower was not so grand when he had first found it. It had for whatever reason was left in a state of ruin. “It is located near Helms Fist. The natives there actually find my presence to be a boon. You see one of the Kashi Mystics specialties is nature. With my presence the Forest of Helms Fist thrives with the blessings of nature.”

“And what of you”, was it Theo’s turn to ask a question? “Do you spend near all your waking hours running Club Blush?”

 

[Faith Organa]

Objective: Contact Myles and Rashae, leave for Zeltros
Post 10 of 22
[member="Draco Vereen"]

Faith laid down as she was asked it was hard to lay still sometimes she had the glass of wine in one hand. "We can't leave Manaan just yet. I'll know more in a few hours maybe less. It's important to know that [member="Rashae"] and [member="Myles Davorak"] aare safe. It's not that I don't trust they'd be harmed. Well" She took a sip of her wine and sighed, "yes I am. Otherwise I'd be on my way already."

She knew that both teams were under water she just needed to make sure they were safe.

She remembered when Draco had said something about adding a Zeltron to the staff, it had almost become a bitter argument between them. "So..do you think we will be ok on Zeltros?" Was he going to remember that he had once made that suggestion.

 

[Rashae]

Location: Under Water Manaan
objective: Observe the Progenitor and get samples
Post: 5

The doctor could swear that the pro-firaxan shark, the Progenitor, was looking right at Rashae. There were just some things one could tell were older than anything around them, as old as the planet perhaps. That could be hotly debated without proof, but she could have a working theory. The people of Manaan speak of this living relic as their ancestor. It was reputed to be the ancestor to the Firaxan sharks, as well. One line went to become a sentient species and the other became a creature of the sea. She was not an expert in biology but the genetics part of the biology she was very much an expert.

The brave raven haired Alderaanean marveled at the slow moving ancestor as she came around the circle the cage again. Rashae prepared a pole with the small tube and long durasteel needle. Rashae decided to change to a thicker needle because eyeballing the hide up close was telling that it was probably tougher. It had to be timed perfect and what she was aiming for was towards the tougher dorsal fin area. There was a blood vessel that ran along each side of the dorsal fin as well. A small amount of blood and tissue was her aim.

She stood back a bit to shoulder the makeshift spear of pole and tissue extractor. As she was pulling away Rashae whipped out as strongly as possible against the water as the spear went out to slide part way into the skin. As tough as the skin was, she probably barely felt it. Her palm on the end she tried to push at it to get a little deeper. There were two ropes on the contraption as she tugged on one and a few seconds later tugged on the later. The last one would release the device as she tugged on it to remove it from the specimen.

The Progenitor didn’t seem reactive much at all. Looking at her sample once she looked at it. It appeared to be fat cells with a smidgen of blood. She wasn’t sure she got any flesh but the few drops of blood she got would have to do. It didn’t go deep enough as she thinks she only got the fat layer. The small amount of blood in the sample she would have to bank on. There was a sigh as she stared at the tube about the size of her pinky finger. The small tube was placed in a case and secured against her suit.

They decided to get as much footage as possible as long as the Progenitor was in the area. The way she entered the Older parts of the Kolto verses the younger shoots off in the distance was interesting. The relationship between the Progenitor and the Kolto had been a theory for decades, even hundreds of years but no one had provided a well documented reason of why.

Her com was flashing that told her she had a transmission. Tapping her helmet she whispered into the mic. “Doctor Lovous, what is it?”

“We have a High priority message from the Queen’s ship, Doctor. “ One of her team said as their coms where on a different channel than the sub mariner her hosts were piloting.

Rashae wasn’t sure if the manaan people wanted her to get eaten or not. They didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get her out of the water between the Firaxan sharks and the Progenitor. “I see, patch it through level 5 iron man encryption.” Iron man was something her intelligence team from the Padme came up with when they were bored. Rashae’s voice remained low and soft.

[SIZE=10.5pt]//Transmit to Rashae[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]How goes hunting for the Progenitor? Found it? Is it as ugly as the pictures? Do you have you samples? How much longer do you think you will be? And lastly any of the inhabitants giving you problems?"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Faith[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]//end transmission[/SIZE]

If it’s one thing the Queen had was interesting timing. Rashae’s ice blue eyes followed the Progenitor as it swam around. She sent her answers back in a calm, low contralto and soft response. One could hear she was still under water.

//“She is right in front of me. I find her to be particularly a beautiful creature for what she is. I do have my samples but getting more footage for the biological behavioral sciences at the university. They are going to love this. I wont be down here much longer. “ She paused a moment to answer her last questions. “They havnt been hindering, but I wouldn’t expect them to extend their hand either.” Meaning if she got eaten, they wouldn’t do much to save her. Rashae, out //

She smiled as she switched channels. “Sub Mariner. Could we retrieve the cage we are in please? Slowly and gently.” She waited for the response and they took their sweet behind

Trick to not setting a creature to frenzy or attack, don’t jack with their environment and don’t act like prey. That was the theory. The act of being prepared for these expeditions was also a key factor. She didn’t get full leaf samples but maybe she could grow some. She had water samples a soil core sample from top to a several feet worth of a one inch diameter core. She wasn’t sure how far the Kolto root systems went. In fact very little was known about their growth or biology. Most documentation was about the medicinal value and extraction methods. Perhaps a bit of self-sustaining growth could be done without harming these ancient beds. Self-sustaining farms even if it was done on Manaan could produce Kolto for the medical industry and save the wild ancient Kolto beds to be left alone.

Her next trip will hopefully reveal the width and breadth of these beds, how many and in if growing habits differ. How did it affect the main active ingredients? And other of a hundred questions that have remained unanswered for far too long. If one were going to create something, the creator must understand what it was they were creating

[member="Faith Organa"] [member="Myles Davorak"] [member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Post: V
Allies: Free Worlds Coalition
Enemies: None
Objective: The Zeltros Guard
Location: Traveling to Zeltros
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Heavy foot falls thudded through the corridor as the woman moved with an eerie grace, the crew stepping out of her way as she moved towards the hanger bay on the small corvette. The doors hissing as she stepped forward, her golden hues falling upon the small personal bodyguard squad that had gathered in the hanger. A small smirk crossing her lips as she nodded before moving towards the shuttle.

The melodic thudding of her heavy boots upon the boarding ramp echoed into the shuttle, her focus upon the view screen as she stood just within the doorway of the cockpit. Her hand coming to rest on the copilot's shoulder whom merely nodded.

"We're ready to go ma'am at your command."

Looking back, she watched as the squad filed onto the ship, finding places to sit before she nodded. Slipping away from the doorway, she slipped down into her own seat, nodding to the others before crossing her arms over her chest. Closing her eyes, she leaned back, a soft sigh escaping her lips before she lightly tapped on the bulkhead between the cockpit and the passenger compartment.

The boarding ramp hissed as it was retracted, the shuttle slowly lifting up into the hanger bay before slipping from the bay all together. Slowly it moved towards the surface, slipping through the upper atmosphere.

"This is Shuttle Valkyrie, requesting lading vector."

Now was the time for her to think over the plan, what her primary focus was to achieve on this world. Surely there were others with the Free Worlds Coalition that had come here, and thus it was her hope to be able to steer clear of most of them, at least for the moment. This was a matter of bloodlines, one that she felt was best handled by herself, rather than sending others. Nodding to herself quietly, she looked to her bodyguards, a small smirk growing upon her lips before nodding to them.

The shuttle shook slightly as it slipped through the atmosphere, descending towards the world below.


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Amelia's Forces:

• Cardinal class Corvette (1)
• Sigma Praetorian

 

[Joza Perl]

#10

“Midvinter?” She didn’t know much about the world other that it was covered in snow and ice, home to the Valkyri and the Heavenshields. Joza herself had only been there once to provide aid to the locals after their village had been razed by Sith. “What are you doing living in a place like that?”

She paused, realizing that it may have sounded offensive. She did not dislike Midvinter—she had no reason to—but found worlds with extreme weather unappealing. “Do you like the cold?”

When he turned the question on her, she hummed in thought while sipping her drink.

“Here? No, I’m only at Blush a few nights a week at most. I’ve got other business ventures on Lianna, Coruscant and Nar Shaddaa so I bounce back and forth between those. I do have a home on Zeltros, though.” After everything she’d chosen to stay and raise her child on her home planet—albeit far from the craphole where she’d grown up.

[member="Theodosius Organa"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"We'll be fine. Just gotta relax and be honest with them. They are natural telepaths, able to feel the emotions of those around them and their pheromones can influence a person to share their emotions." He grinned, straddling Faith and beginning to apply pressure to her shoulders gently with his hands. Faith was worked up about the selkath so Zeltros would probably be a decent remedy to her feelings. A planet full of easy going party-goers weren't hard to get along with. There was a reason they had been so successful at defending their planet non-violently.

"They won't do us any harm, but we might get a decent contact high going from being that close to them." His thumbs pressed into the muscles near her spine, working the tension out away from the center of her back in a calm flow, seeking any knots in her muscles that needed to be worked out. "They will be pretty easy to deal with. Just gotta stay focused and not get distracted by all the sensations around us. They know how to buckle down and do business, and its not like they want to ignore us." Zeltrons were capable of conducting business, even capable of succumbing to the Dark Side and getting all broody, however they weren't simple minded by nature.

Draco heard Faith's comlink buzz and quieted for her to check it, though he continued working her back slowly making his way from her shoulder blades towards the middle of her back to soothe her nerves. Plus he was benefiting from this arrangement greatly, even if only because he was able to amuse himself for the time being. His memory of that argument was unclear, as if he remembered once suggesting adding a Zeltron to their staff for one reason or another but did not make the connection to Faith having been mad that one time. Maybe he would mention it again while they were on the planet and there were swaths of them around. Having one on staff could have benefits to the Queen of Alderaan.

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Post: 5
Location: Lab 3B/ Manaan
Allies: FWC
Enemies: Possible Hostiles in the Lab

Myles and his team were eagerly awaiting at what company could come barreling through the doors.
Just a few moments more and we will have this listening post established. Myles thought to himself.

"Sir, it's Hale. They have docked. Selkath researchers from the look of it..... I count four of 'em"

Myles took a deep breath, but his brain was thinking methodically of the different scenarios that could happen. Davorak and his team had "legitimate" papers and had the equipment so they could be passed as Engineers.

Moments had passed. Hawkins was putting some finishing touches on the relay he was installing, and he hadn't heard back from Hale. Fearing the worst, Myles had his holdout blaster ready as did Hawkins and Parker.

"Myles sir, crisis averted. The Selkath were hesitant but they took the bait, their vessel is departing now"

Music to my karkin' ears. Myles beamed with relief.

"Good work Hale. Resume lookout and we should be wrapping up here in 20"

Sure, Lady Luck was kind to them this go around but who is to say that she would remain so kind to the Old Man?

"I got this about wrapped up sir, just putting some finishing touches, then I have to replace the panel and we should have full readouts of what happens on Manaan."

Hearing this was good. Perhaps the Queen would get whatever information she wanted out of this. Triad Security was earning itself a name, albeit slowly he would take this success and use it to boost his clientele. The Queen however, was a different client. It was more permanent and more "laid back" but it did have it's moments of action--like today.
[member="Faith Organa"] [member="Rashae"]

 

[Faith Organa]

Objective: making sure her staff is alright
Post 11 of 22
[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Rashae"] [member="Myles Davorak"]

She was listening when the com went off though she was on it, "OH loook its Rashae" The wine was working and so was Draco's massage. "She's not been eaten, she thinks the Progenitor is pretty, and the locals are...distant but non intrusive." She laughed, "isn't that nice Draco she's having a good time. She won't be much longer"

A small frown appeared as she hoped for the second message, "I'm worried about Myles Draco." She knew staring at the comm wouldn't make it go off. She laid flat to the bed now drink in one hand, comm in the other as Draco tried to massage away her worries.

"I've not met any Zeltrons before not that I can remember anyhow." She had to have some faith in her own abilities, "I wish the Selkath could sense emotions maybe then they'd understand just how important it is to me that I do well by them. How much I'm sorry for." She took another sip of her wine it was cold but once it slipped inside it became warm and welcoming.

What information did Faith want from the listening post, mostly she wanted to make sure it wasn't in need of help. course nothing was to say the Selkath wouldn't destroy it in a day or two anyhow but it was worth the risk in her mind. It was hard to explain sometimes what she was thinking perhaps only one of the few people who did understand was right now gently pushing the muscles in her back around.

All while she contemplated the emerald green grape in her glass, and the deep blue ocean where Myles was.

"Just a while longer I think...maybe...." she wasn't sure.

 

[Theodosius Organa]

[SIZE=18pt]The Great Walk[/SIZE]​

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I hear the Breath speak, a gentle whisper that is sung and is carried upon the wind. It guides me, it nurtures me. I tend to its celestial gardens. This symbiosis with The Living Force, it is a binding contract, one that I so freely give with all of my spirit. This trust I give, it is unrestrained, an unconditional act of love and respect.​

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The Great Walk, it is the Kashi Pilgrimage. It is a long quest, a crusade to aid the Living Force. One may journey this path for atonement. Another may just walk this path to seek to reconnect. Any Kashi may take the walk. To do so, it takes unconditional faith and the price of memories. -Theodosius Organa​

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[SIZE=14pt]Zeltros[/SIZE]​

Club Blush​

Joza Perl​

Post #11​

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Theo offended by Joza? Nope he was not offended by the way she spoke about Midvinter. He was merely living there for convince. For the time being that is. Unsure way the name of Alderaan popped into his mind, odd, was Theo’s quiet thought to himself.

“I am a Kiashi Mystic”, Theo shrugged his shoulders, “I can handle extreme weather temperatures easily them most. I’m actually living there while I train a young lady in the use of the Force. Hopefully she will turn out fine. When I had first met her she was quiet angry. I have warned her of the dangers of using her anger to attempt to control the Force. Hopefully she will calm and take a more neutral approach in using the Force.”

“Coruscant, Zeltros, Nar Shaddaa, and Lianna”, there was a bit of surprise in his voice. “There is quite the distance between Coruscant and Lianna. I bet you have some great employees working for you. How stressful is it trying to manage places that are that far away from each other?”

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[Joza Perl]

“I see.” She did not. “What is a Kiashi Mystic?” If it was something she’d been taught at the temple, she’d likely zoned out for that lesson. As earnest of a student as she’d been, she had her flaws when it came to focusing her attention in the right places.

“I do,” She affirmed with an appreciative smile. “I have some great employees. Long before I purchased Blush, I waitressed here.” And danced, but that was a different story. Blush was where she’d gotten her start even before leaving to seek out the Jedi.

She sucked in through her teeth for a moment as she thought. “It can be difficult, but I have business associates on Coruscant who field things there. Most of my energy goes into Zeltros and Shaddaa nowadays. It still requires a lot of moving around, though.”

Never mind her dealings in the Outer Rim.

[member="Theodosius Organa"]

 

[Theodosius Organa]

[SIZE=18pt]The Great Walk[/SIZE]​

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I hear the Breath speak, a gentle whisper that is sung and is carried upon the wind. It guides me, it nurtures me. I tend to its celestial gardens. This symbiosis with The Living Force, it is a binding contract, one that I so freely give with all of my spirit. This trust I give, it is unrestrained, an unconditional act of love and respect.​

​

​

The Great Walk, it is the Kashi Pilgrimage. It is a long quest, a crusade to aid the Living Force. One may journey this path for atonement. Another may just walk this path to seek to reconnect. Any Kashi may take the walk. To do so, it takes unconditional faith and the price of memories. -Theodosius Organa​

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[SIZE=14pt]Zeltros[/SIZE]​

Club Blush​

Joza Perl​

Post #12​

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A chance to talk about the Kashi Mystics? Well that was like a chance to talk about himself. Like Theo could pass by the opportunity! “The Kashi Mystics”, Theo started with a bit of a dramatic over tome. If you’re going to retell a story you might as do it with a little bit of a flare, right?

“Long, long time ago there was an order of Force Users. They were an older race when the Jedi were in their infancy. They were care takers of what you refer to as the Force or nature. As they were thought by some of the Celestials the Mystics tended the land. They toiled soil and feed the greenery. They mentored the young. One day a young Jedi from the fledgling Jedi Order, she had seen a unique stone on the planet Kashi. She knew it to be imbued with the Force. What she did not know is the importance of the stone when she had taken it. By the time she had realized what she actually had done it was too late. The stone had kept the Kashi sun from aging. Before she made it back the sun had already went super nova, gone a whole civilization. There were a few that were off world.”

Theo went silent for a moment like he was searching his thoughts for something he had lost. “Like my father”, he said. It was strange at time on you could remember things you had forgotten. Did Theo just say his father had survived a planet being destroyed when the Jedi Order was still in its infancy?

“The few that still lived, their hearts lay torn over the loss of their people. Some mourned as they should. Other turned away from the balance and fell before the father Bogan. Like Xandor the first Dark Jedi. Though he was not truly a Jedi was he. He was a Dark Kashi. He did lead the Dark Jedi in the first Jedi Civil Wars. Very few Kashi live this day. Even fewer that still that call themselves a Kashi Mystic. What do the Kashi Mystics do? They tend the soil. They harvest the crops. They mentor the young. We’re Druids. We tend to the balance of the Force and mentor those who seek balance.”

“So how long have you practiced the Force”, after sitting here with Joza for a while Theo felt it. The most notable way he could feel it was the way the air fluttered around her. The elements were the primary source of a Kashi precognition. It was an unusual way of divining information but one the Kashi excelled at.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"Yes, its good she's having a nice time." He muttered, not necessarily grumpily, just noting internally that he could be having a nicer time if Faith hadn't been preoccupied with worrying about the doctor. But she was, and her mind was cluttered with thoughts about what if's regarding the Selkaths and the Zeltrons that he couldn't overcome with just a little massage without any oils or incense burning around the room. Faith was the queen, and needed to worry about all these things when she made visits to foreign planets and negotiated bringing new worlds and systems into the large socio-economic block that the Free Worlds Coalition was forming. She felt a responsibility that meant Draco was forced to share her with the galaxy from time to time. When he did have to share he was always a little grumpy about it, but still tried to be supportive. If Faith didn't act like she did, she would not be Faith.

"Myles is a tough guy. He'll be fine." Draco didn't know Myles personally, but he knew just enough to believe the man could handle himself and would resent anyone who came in riding on a white horse to save him. Draco's thumbs gave way to his palms as he applied a bit more pressure along Faith's ribs, rubbing his hands from just below her shoulder blades to around her sides, under her arms. His finger tips touched the soft fabric of the dress she wore gently, careful not to pull it or tear it. "You don't have a lot to be sorry for. You haven't done anything to them. It wasn't you that sunk their city or held them hostage. You can be sorry that happened to them, but you can't apologize for something you did not do and could not stop."

Draco's hands moved lower, gripping Faith by her hips and massaging near the dimples in her lower back with his thumbs, quite pleased with himself. There was always an inner darkness that he had, that anyone who had seen what he had seen, done what he had done, struggled with. For him, he found that Faith was the best medicine for what ailed him, that so long as he had her, he managed just fine through life. He did wonder if she needed him as much as he needed her though. "The Zeltrons? Oh, they will love us. I won't be well behaved, but they will probably like that about having us around." All those pheromones and Faith in close proximity? He would be very badly behaved.

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza was only half-listening, her attention being pulled in multiple directions at once. Maybe if they’d been sitting in a quiet room with no distractions she would have absorbed Theo’s explanation better, but it was a bit difficult to fully grasp everything when you were surrounded by flashing lights, pounding music and throngs of dancers.

Especially when the man doing the explaining was wearing naught but a pair of glittery booty shorts.

“So like a Jedi without the bells and whistles, then?” Moreso, the ancient type of Jedi she’d learned about long ago. Minimalistic peacekeepers who sought neither battle nor the spotlight.

Kind of sounded nice but Joza was used to a fast paced, high energy lifestyle.

“Over a decade.” In her element, there wasn’t much time for her to think over her answer and gauge whether it was appropriate or not. “Started off as a chaste little Padawan, if you could believe.”

She snorted into her drink, gaze turning out to the bumping crowd.

“Didn’t last long.”

[member="Theodosius Organa"]

 

[Theodosius Organa]

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I hear the Breath speak, a gentle whisper that is sung and is carried upon the wind. It guides me, it nurtures me. I tend to its celestial gardens. This symbiosis with The Living Force, it is a binding contract, one that I so freely give with all of my spirit. This trust I give, it is unrestrained, an unconditional act of love and respect.​

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The Great Walk, it is the Kashi Pilgrimage. It is a long quest, a crusade to aid the Living Force. One may journey this path for atonement. Another may just walk this path to seek to reconnect. Any Kashi may take the walk. To do so, it takes unconditional faith and the price of memories. -Theodosius Organa​

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[SIZE=14pt]Zeltros[/SIZE]​

Club Blush​

Joza Perl​

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Theo was sucking up some of that nummy pick good stuff when Miss Perl made a metaphorical comment that was related to buying a new speeder while speaking of Jedi, and himself. Sometimes laughter hits us at the wrong moments. This was one of those times. He felt the laughter trying to come out while he was trying to swallow his drink. Fearing the worst Theo threw up his hand covering his mouth and noise. The last thing he wished was for Joza to be wearing his drink.

Luckily it did not go that way. No it was really unlucky it went down the wrong pipe. Theo coughing now had just inhaled some of his drink. The worst thing he was still laughing, while Joza was still talking about her past. The best moments are those awkward ones. They just took you in all kinds of fun new places.
“Yes apologies”, with his free hand he started to wave himself down. The heat of embarrassment was also in the form of pinkish checks. “I just inhaled a little of my drink. I’m ok; now back to our fun discussion. Where were we, that’s right!”

“Bells and whistles, are Jedi like luxury speeders. Does that make the Sith a bright red racing speeder? I promise you my dear. I am not like any of the old Jedi you heard tales about. I am more like a luxury speeder with a shinny candy apple red paint job and a high performance engine under the hood.”
“I do not hide my emotions nor do I let them rule me. If I do not follow the mantra of the Jedi or the Sith how do I summon and control the force? Let me show you”, Theo reached down to take her hand. If she let him, he would guide her hand to his chest where his heart should lay. If not, that was ok he would just simply touch his chest where his heart should be.

“We are more the body we inhabit. We’re luminescent beings, a soul it is called. Mine is alchemically connected to the Living Force. What it feels I feel. What I feel it feels. I am capable of any actions you could find in the elements around you. I could be as gentle as a warm summer’s breeze or as angry as storm crashing upon a shore. How is that different? I am at peace, in balance with the Unifying Force.”