The First thing to remember

[Samantha Solo]

[SIZE=12pt]The mission to infiltrate Coruscant had left her with several injuries and recovery had taken a great deal of time. Time that she did not have to spare. She needed to heal, she needed to step away from this life she was living to find a balance. Plus she had to have a reason not to see her brothers, and that it would not give them room to ask a question. Her brothers only knew her as a dancer who traveled she was so much more. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Her two brothers were members of the Jedi. She had not told them that she had begun to feel the stirrings of the force no that would just give her more headaches than she deserved. Instead she began to dance again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]It is during the dance that she feels the pull of the force the easiest. The long sweep of her arm from left to right, the slow and deep breathing exercises she did as she moved across the floor dancing on the tips of her toes then she misstep and fell to her knees. Her dark hair slipped free and fell around her shoulders, Sam laughed. Just another one of those things that was out of her control.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The mission had left its mark. This had all happened because they had taken her weapon the moment they took the weapon she became a helpless female that the entire galaxy could look upon and frown, and worse everyone with her had been put at risk.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]What kind of operative was she if she could not defend herself, and why did everyone believe that you need a gun, a rifle or something that made a lot of noise to be effective.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She groaned inside, and then rolled to where she was sitting cross legged on the floor she looked around there was nothing but silence around her, and it was a friend this night. A close friend who wanted to wrap their arms around her and hide her from the galaxy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]It was time to head home. Sam pulled on her cloak, pulling the hood up over her head, stepping out she looked both ways. Could not be too careful. Pulling the cloak tighter she headed for home. Home was her apartment down in the district that catered to the arts of Corellia. This place that could hide her within a blink behind make-up and costumes, as well as the hidden trap door here and there. It would hide anyone else to coming to see her, find her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]But one thing it also did that could provide the awkward moment, or unusual it also hide anyone trying to follow her. The art that she was still working on. Perhaps she should walk to the beach it was open and not so many there, the golden sand beaches of Corellia were known across the galaxy. It would be silent there as well, and perhaps provide the peace she wanted.[/SIZE]

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[Valsion]

While the affluent, and sometimes opulent named sentients of the core world lavished their lives in the embrace of an urban sprawl; complete with monolithic towers of shimmering glass and steel - the paths of the humble and meager were not so drawn. The hectic hustle and bustle of city life did not gain the allure of the silver eyed Echani. His purposes were far more esoteric, though no less driven than a businessman's resolve to climb his corporate ladder. Save in contrast, the mind of this warrior was not set on things material or so entirely pragmatic. His ally was the Force, and it unlocked the treasures of the ancients with a will that was ever moving, ever shifting -- like the ocean before him. Golden beaches lined the coast for as far as the eye could see, as the setting sun kissed the horizon line with its radiant light. Waves lapped across the shoreline, coming in a constant ripple to flow and crash against the soft stand, and the weather beaten rocks. The spray of mist rushing up and out across the capes that touched the bluffs and canyon like dunes of the rock formations. Nature was far more serene and precious than the glitz and glamour of a night on the town.

Amid some of the taller rock formations, the silhouette of a man with striking and graceful movements perched upon the smooth shoulders of stone formations that made up one of those gradually water worn cliffs. Sunlight spilled upon his frame, casting his limber and action prone shadow to dance in muted fashion upon the sands of the shore behind him. There was an elegance and a grace to his form, as a combination of movements both swift and slow matched the cadence of the ocean's beat. A natural Force alignment with the staccato of the world on which he found himself. It was not the first time Sion had visited this world, and it likely would not be the last - but it was not his decision. The Echani currently moving through a complicated kata was one driven by the will of the unseen Force. Bending his will to its own, and finding the purpose for his movements to be in harmony with a greater plan.

Soft cloth collected against his lean frame, the wind whipping across the rocky bluff as his foot steps took him from one perch to another. Physical balance finding purchase as his sure footing collected with each turn and gesture offered. An expression of his soul, of his self as the people of Eshan would often say. Combat was the most expressive action they could take, and it was a dance to them. He had spent much of his life shut off from the Galaxy, resting in the power of the Force to wait for the right time for his continued movements. It was likely the man with snow white hair would return again to sleep for another hundred years when the Force bid him so. For now though, there was more to see, and more to accomplish. Bare feet and hands struck out in systematic poise, drawing in and striking out - in methods that were practiced for hours, days, weeks, and even as far as years. It was a never ending cycle of self improvement and harmony that was as much within him as his next breath.

The backdrop to this genuine experience, a breathtaking view of the ocean that radiated with power, strength, and a current that carved its path. It was often said in his culture that you could not see the wind, nor the air - but it fills your lungs. So as did the Force, it was invisible, but always present. It fills us, penetrates us, and moves through us. There were of course those that didn't harbor lessons in the Force, and he'd met many on his path not sensitive to it's calling. And then there were those that did, but somehow had found a perversion of the truth he held to. Some for greed, some out of anger or spite. Whatever the path they tred, he had attempted to direct their attention elsewhere, focus it on a new direction. He however was just a messenger. He could not change the hearts and minds of those that would not empty their cup.

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[Samantha Solo]

[SIZE=12pt]Samantha finally felt the soft sand beneath her give way, the moonlight shone across the open beach a billion tiny sparkles greeted her. She slid her hood back her dark eyes looked around watching was anyone watching her?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She slipped off her shoes and could feel the sand between her toes as she slowly begin to sink, she laughed remembering how as a child she thought she would disappear forever if she didn’t move. The beach was silent just as she thought it would be.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Here she could reflect on the story of the pebble. It thought itself so insignificant it was so tiny that hardly anyone could see, until one day someone picked it up and dropped it into the still waters of a pond. Only then could the pebble see how the water rippled circle upon circle reaching far and wide until the ripples reached the other chore. The lesson being no one is insignificant one life touches, another and another. Sam loved the story reminding her that though she may be only one person she had the ability to touch a life, just as someone else could touch hers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]If Sam had known at the moment what lay ahead for her one would wonder would she have turned from the path for another or would she have continued resolved to what lay ahead. She could not see the shadow of the man moving through a practiced regiment. His movements were much like a dance that Sam performed nightly over and over, expressing emotions, and calm through each movement.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]But as she drew closer to the water looking out across the great expanse of water Sam could feel the calming of the waves already it seeped into her soul and gave her the silence she had been looking for.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Sam walked along the water’s edge lost in her thoughts lost in knowing that her lack of focus had nearly cost lives, knowing that her unbalanced nature within the force that tiny bit that seemed to bother her how she wished she could give it a pacifier. As lost as she was she could now see the movement of someone, fascinated Sam stopped, and watched.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She saw how the arms and legs moved rhythmically a pattern emerged calculated steps. Sam stepped back thinking on what she saw she stood feet together, shoving her arms forward, her hands palm to palm her arms fully extended as she opened them wide taking in a deep breath. And then she saw the glint on the water and stopped.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She turned to look again taking in the fluidity of the movement wondering what it was he was doing. Transfixed she would watch until he finished.[/SIZE]

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[Valsion]

Forms of combat were oftentimes ancient in their legacy - taught from generation to generation, and passed on throughout the march of time to not only preserve the knowledge and wisdom it brought, but also to raise another generation to encompass the values and core beliefs that it had afforded to the previous. Thousands upon thousands of practitioners became the heritage of the students, a timeline of warriors that could be recalled with every stroke of the hand, or raise of the foot. Ancestors of a family that was comprised of more than blood, but of bond. A connection that would span the ages, and be looked on with both wonder and curiosity. These were only some of the ideals that the mind of Sion recalled while his motions upon the rocky precipice continued to exemplify that katas he had learned both on Eshan and with the Followers of Palawa.

Long lean limbs drew strength from every pivot and and shift of his frame. Using the full scope of his bodies positioning, transforming that energy into a singular point, guided by the strength of the Force. The oft translated term of 'Steel Hands' was a technique that had originally been used to combat those akin to the Force's connection, giving those warriors a fighting chance against the might of this cosmic energy connection. It however been adopted by others that were sensitive to the calling, transforming them into a term known as Force Warriors. Over one hundred years ago, Sion had dedicated himself to learning and understanding these practices. Though he only appeared to be in his youthful prime - as far as the Galaxy dictated he was over a century old. Having rested within the sustaining power of the Force in the company of some of the greatest teachers he'd ever encountered within the Galaxy itself.

There was a serene peace in the movements of Sion as he transferred his weight from one rock to the next in a back and forth ballet of movement. Each stroke, and movement of his limbs was graceful and slowed. Normally in spars, or in self defense, his body would move far more quickly, but this was the continual practice of muscle memory. Working on the slow practiced movements ingrained them into your reflexes, and there was no more thought left in the art, but mere reaction. Giving himself over to the Force itself in order to spur on his combat prowess. It was of expressing himself, and learning about others. Eshan held that trait in high esteem and did so to this day. He hadn't returned to his home planet since left, and likely wouldn't considering that all he had left behind had now become one with the Force. As the sunlight kissed the coastline on the horizon, the Echani drew his form back to a standing state, to face the setting sun. His fist touching palm and a bow given in silence to the mighty ocean in respect for its life, it's power, and it's interwoven connection to the planet proper. Silver eyes closed for a moment, drinking in the surroundings, and drawing on his senses. A meditative practice he normally ended every training session with to cleanse his body and link his mind to the will of the Force itself.

A flash of a vision touched his mind, before the ping of recognition dawned on the pale face that shown with a sheen of light sweat upon his brow. The wind pressed against his body, relieving him of the inward heat built up by the exercise, while his form slowly turned to face in the distance, the woman who'd been watching his demonstration. For a moment he said nothing, and just watched her from the rock bluff before he turned to descend from his perch and touch his bare feet to the golden sand and head in her direction. Light cloth adorned his frame, in pale gray tones and a light blue tint to the shirt. Locks of snow white hair disturbed by the ocean current's wind gusts tossed the hair back and forth as his silver eyes stayed fast on Samantha.

"This is my favorite time of day on Corellia - the turning point of the day, hinging from the bright afternoon to the subtle notes of nighttime." His greeting wasn't commonplace - nor was the Echani who was now only feet away from the dark haired woman. She'd stayed long enough to watch him and hadn't passed by, the only indication that he had that there was more to her presence here. That and the Force signature she radiated had drawn Sion closer to find what might lie behind those eyes.

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[Samantha Solo]

[SIZE=12pt]Sam nodded to the man now walking towards her speaking, “there is an very old legend of mythology if one were to believe that says that right now the sun god is racing to meet the god of dusk and in the single moment that they clasp hands in greeting the world is showered in a golden light that is ever so brief you must bath in it quickly for then it turns over to a sky streaked in reds and orange leading into the darkness of night”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]Sam looked towards the horizon, “watch, you might glimpse it today” hopeful eyes looked toward the horizon as the last moments of the day began to meet at the far horizon in one brief moment the sky blazed and then the sun began to sink. Samantha smiled for in that one moment she felt reborn as the force shimmered.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Looking over to this man standing beside her features, and appearance she had not seen before a strength of character, eyes that looked as though they had seen the dawning of time. What had his eyes seen? [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]She did not wish to be rude she dropped her gaze. A moment in time once smooth without ripples waiting for the happening of two meeting ripples formed in how this encounter would change the other.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]With the force nothing happens without reason it is finding out the reason that makes the journey worthwhile.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Is this your first visit to Corellia?” She was accustomed to speaking politely, to those who presented themselves at the oddest of moments. It always amazed her these encounters.[/SIZE]

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