Where one needs to be

[Morain]

[SIZE=11pt]Damage assessment and repairs of the ship were best left up to those who knew their way around whatever role they were required to fulfill. When it came to handling of the people on board who were still coping with their shock after the attack. Alar might have been qualified, but decided there are others who might also be well suited to the task. Nobody wants to listen to a man this young give them advice on handling emotions, and very few cared for compassion from a man they didn’t know. It was for the best anyway. Also he really needed to find some refreshments. He did his part when it came to scaring off the pirates that hit their ship. However in retrospect, maybe it would have been better not to scare them off and actually capture them. Their ship would have been useful for hauling theirs towards the nearest station. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The crew wasn’t too keen on sharing the extent of damage done, and assured everyone that they will be on their way as soon as the rescue ship would get here. Using his Jedi status and overall lovable personality, Alar attempted to gather intel more reliably. Turned out that the ship had badly damaged engines. Enough that they could not be fixed with the materials on board. 2 large living quarters were blown up and were currently open into space. Luckily the blast doors weren’t damaged and managed to seal the openings before anyone else got hurt. Life systems seemed mostly functional. Meaning, at least they won’t suffocate or freeze to death. Worst of all was the fact that their broadcasting systems weren’t functional, and not due to the attack. They found out that there was something wrong with them before the flight, but couldn’t wait and fix it because some big shot paid their boss a large sum to get the ship going asap. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The padawan made his way far from the uproarious crowds that were being gathered in the large common areas for health and safety check ups. They did not do wonders for his head. The headache pulsed with pain in a rapid rhythm. Made somewhat worse by the fact that headaches were a rarity for him, making him not used to them at all. As he strolled on, he awaited every pulse with anticipation, and greeted the slowing of tempo with which his head throbbed with relief. By the time he got far enough that he couldn’t hear anything but the ambient noise of the ship, his headache reduced itself to a tolerable level.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He walked towards where he hoped was a cantina. His memory usually served him well. When he paid attention anyway. Which was not the case for this whole ride. He reached towards his satchel. Running his hand across the cloth covering the artifact that has been mostly what occupied his mind for the last few days. He could have felt it through the force, anyone with a slight sense of the force could. Touching the cloth soothed his nerves far better than feeling it through the force could, so he kept on doing it systematically, and sometimes without realizing himself he was doing it. The artifact drew the force through itself. Violently flinging it in the direction that the bottom of the pyramid was facing. Meaning it gave of a strong darkside aura. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The blast doors were open one fifth of the way. Not enough for Alar to go inside. Inside he could see chairs, tables, a dance floor and most importantly a bar. He drew on the force yet again and forced them open before taking a step inside. He ran towards the back side of the bar to look for something non alcoholic to drink. He felt as if his throat had been removed and put out to dry in the suns of tatooine. He quickly scanned shelf after shelf to no avail so he kept making his way along the bar towards the coolers. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Eureka![/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] He exclaimed as he saw a one liter bottle of orange juice inside. To his surprise and displeasure it wasn’t cold at all. The explosions must have damaged the power flow to this room. He looked towards the powered down screens at the other end of the large neat room. No entertainment for him today it seemed. Sighing loudly he moved to the other side of the bar before slumping down onto the floor next to it. With yearning in his heart, Alar unscrewed the bottle cap and started gulping down sweet and warm OJ.[/SIZE]

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[Arekk]

Having a Drink, Undetermined​

"I had a hole in my second favorite drinking arm."
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[member="Alar Morain"]​

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Booze.

That type of sweet liquid traveling down your throat had become Arekk's closest friend but also deadliest enemy for years now, the only way to cope with any kind of pain and suffering was with a bottle of the finest brandy to your side. The fallen Jedi turned underworld figure couldn't remember most days after six because he was either drunk or too tired to deal with life at all, most of his time were spent in grimey bars feeling pity for himself.

Once you reach a point of no return like he had after losing his family and not being able to avenge them, you tend to want to cast away yourself from others but that's not how things could work for him. The drinks and the cigarettes kept him alive somehow, despite being awful vices, made him feel awake and very much alive even if he had no desire for that at all anymore.

The years were kind to him again and even though he didn't drink that much anymore, Arekk appreciated a good beer every now and then at your local bar. The band playing their latest catchy tunes, the cigarra smoke up in the air and the loud patrons in the background made him feel right at home. He couldn't feel anything anymore when it related to his 'gift' because he had decided to cut himself off from it as a promise to never go back to that life, the Force was just a numb feeling supressed by the vices.

Things do change after a while, though. He just had to open his eyes again.

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[Morain]

[SIZE=11pt]Alar had joined the jedi order in hopes of learning more about the force. Instead he found himself being slung from mission to mission to do their bidding. Up until it all fell apart as his republic retreated into space unknown to others. War was not his forte, but so far he had not found being a jedi to suit him either. Especially not if they are going to war. The various paths he could take seemed to lead him places he did not want to go. The force kept pushing him places he did not want to go. The masters said that the force has a way of placing us where we need to be, when we need to be there. They forgot to mention that the force only put you places it needs you to be. The force was a greater burden than it ever was a blessing. His parents left either broken or dead thanks to it, and his own attempts to better understand it also led him into danger both physical as well as mental. The temptation of the darkside was something ever reaching at his mind. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The empty room was only lit by the streams coming in from the corridor. Lack of light felt safer if there was no malicious force threatening one. One’s own sense of the power held one alert of most dangers. The lack of company was welcome even if he himself wouldn’t mind having a redhead or a togari to flirt with. Alar felt relaxed for the first time in a long time. He could still make out some noise in the ship, but it simply melded into the reverberating low noise of the engine below. He could feel the vibrations against his legs, and so he let himself slid down to the floor completely, now feeling it with his entirety. Slowly giving way to fatigue and comfort, Alar let his eyes close under the weight currently pressing on his eyelids, and slid into the beckoning dream. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Arekk"][/SIZE]