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Oct 1, 2012 0:11:15 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Oct 1, 2012 0:11:15 GMT -5
Rash sways moved hesitantly as light poured through the pupil of coffee-colored eyes. The irises contracted, surrounding the shrinking pupil with haste, a desperate attempt to stop the invading light from coming in. Eyes shut tightly now, the bothersome sun irritating them further. The sentinel did not recall the last time she had felt this much heat. She could almost feel as the sweat poured off of her body, evaporating into the atmosphere. Her head throbbed uncontrollably, her eyes refused to open, a gentle hand clasped around her temple - a desperate attempt to ease the pain away. The woman rolled her tongue, her mouth feeling almost as if chalk was plastered all over its walls. She wanted water - and quite frankly, it seemed the planet lacked nothing but the former. Anahid Reisier huffed slightly as she came to a stop, a groan escaping through parted lips; yet, the tiny sound was drowned, quickly silenced as the wind roared across the barren streets of Anchorhead - the Old City New.
Such a sad, little planet, Tatooine; red, barren, and bare - endless seas of dry, red sand that constantly swallowed cities whole. It was hot - unbearably so, known for a time of day called double noon, so called as its two suns rose to their highest point in the sky. It was infamous, Anahid had heard, a time of day many avoided like a plague - and yet, there she was, walking at this godforsaken time, desperate.
It was not choice that brought her to this forgotten planet, nor was it the Council’s wish. It could be said that it was pure and adulterated luck, or lack of thereof. It was after a routine run to the planet of Taris were her long-time friend Lossrk had found himself assigned, that the ship Anahid had borrowed from the Order had begun to give out. The engine that once had hummed happily had groaned with disdain, its whirring and spurring becoming erratic and troublesome to the Jedi Knight. It didn’t take long for the decision to be reached, to land in a red planet not too far off her original route. Minutes later, the woman had found the ship breaking through the sky, making haste to a spaceport in Anchorhead. It didn’t take too long for her to secure a space for the remainder of the day, along hearing the name of a mechanic that could be willing to aid in her predicament. So, there she stood three hours later, hot, sweaty, and thirsty beyond her comprehension.
Eyes fluttered open, new found determination found within them as she continued to walk. Anahid’s feet carried her into a small, rackety old alley that wandered off beneath a bridge - forgotten, forgetting, and wishing a traveler, any would do, traveled across its steps again. The Jedi walked, the hood doing little to protect her from the scorching heat. As she wandered deeper through the crooked road, she watched as short, stacked shacks lined up to her side, huddled so close together that it was nearly impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. They were six in all, she was quick to note, looking almost like sharp little teeth, that threatened to nibble at whatever got close enough for them to reach. Anahid shook the thought away.
Eventually, the woman found herself in a more traveled area of Anchorhead, a street lined with creatures and merchants of all sorts. What had once been quiet and barren, now seemed full of life and almost chaotic. Music and laughter greeted Anahid’s ears as she walked, making her way across the labyrinth that were bodies and stands. Different smells invaded her nose, curious sights that would have interest her under different circumstances went ignored, she needed to find this ‘Sparky.’
The garage, she soon saw, stood not too far away, peering down at the street and all the chaos it encouraged. The way it seemed to ‘slouch’ made Anahid smile, the image of a curious old woman coming to mind, her sad little windows staring down at the street, inviting all that stumbled across it. She pushed the door open with a grunt.
The sudden air that filtered through the open door caused the lone forms of cables and forgotten papers to sway and stagger, threatening to fall. The soft breeze continued at a steady rhythm, disturbing the dust from its sleep, rising up into the air, engaging in silly pirouettes as they teased and pulled at the moth-eaten puce curtains. The Knight waited for a second, eyes peering curiously through the room, “Exc-“ She coughed, throat dry and rough, making her hesitate slightly before she tried again. “E-excuse me, is there anyone in?â€
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Oct 1, 2012 1:28:17 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 1, 2012 1:28:17 GMT -5
Tashra was back at the garage. It wasn't the garage, but it was a nice one in Anchorhead. And this one didn't have a cranky Rodian with a metal pipe to worry about. The owner of this one put up with the Togruta girl's shenanigans quite well, in exchange for just a little bit of work.
Of course it also gave her a nice place to nap in the dusty office when she wasn't needed.
The door slid open and a hot breeze disturbed the inside, but Sparky, as she was affectionately known by most, didn't wake up until the voice spoke up. Then she bolted upright a little suddenly, nearly hitting her head on the shelves.
Tashra promptly stared at the newcomer with amber eyes, smoothing down the wrinkles in grimy blue Soro-Suub shirt, and trying desperately to wipe a smudge off of her nose, only succeeding in making it worse. Then something clicked in her mind.
It was double noon, both suns up in the center of the sky. All the locals were holed up napping in cool spots like her, so this woman had to be from off-planet. That meant Tashra would grin even more broadly in the hopes of hearing some fascinating story.
"Hi there!" The teenager said. "You're from off-world? My name's Sparky, well it's actually Tashra, but people call me Sparky, and I don't really know why but- Oh gosh, do you need something?
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Oct 1, 2012 3:35:14 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Oct 1, 2012 3:35:14 GMT -5
The room seemed to be mostly empty, save for parts hanging from the ceiling and walls, tools and boxes piled neatly by the sides. For a few seconds, the jedi allowed her eyes to wander from box to box, taking in the curious knick-knacks that occupied them. A small bolt captured her attention in particular, making the woman reach towards the shiny piece that lay forgotten on a table. Nimble fingers turned the piece, holding unto it carefully before a sudden noise caught her attention. Without hesitation, the woman returned the bolt to the wooden table only to see a Togruta emerging from the back.
"Ah, I'm terribly sorry for interrupting you, I just-" Anahid suddenly found herself cut short, the female going off with her introduction before she could do anything else. Anahid smiled as she listened to her go on, crossing her arms over her chest. It was honestly quite a bit endearing, reminded her of a child in a way. Her words were bright and eager, so much like those of the younglings at the temple.
"Well, it is quite nice to meet you," What was it again? Oh, yes, "...miss Sparky. I am Anahid Reisier." Anahid's lips pulled at the corners, a small smile gracing her lips. She stood hesitantly, clearing her throat before going on. "Yes, actually, I am in dire need of a mechanic," she explained, shifting her attention to a rather curious whirring piece of machinery, "and I was told that you were the best one for the job." Well, the one that would most likely help out in any case. She shifted her gaze towards the Togruta. As Anahid studied her, she noticed that Sparky was a very young woman, couldn't have been past her teens. It was surprising really, incredible in fact, that someone so young already seemed to know her way with ships.
"I'm really not sure what's wrong with it, it..." She hadn't done anything to it as far as she knew. Honestly, it just "...stopped working." Then she noticed it, a blurry, black smudge on the tip of her nose. Anahid blinked and with her free hand motioned to the tip of her nose. "Erm..."
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Oct 1, 2012 19:29:07 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 1, 2012 19:29:07 GMT -5
Tashra stared dumbly at the woman as she touched her nose, not comprehending for a long second. Then it clicked and she promptly bowed her head down, pulling her shirt up over her nose and rubbing off the smudge.
After the offending smear was dealt with, Sparky delved into business.
"Do you know what system the problem is in? 'Cuz if it's just small I can probably fix it in no time, but if the whole hyperdrive is fried then getting a replacement might be too hard for me to do. But if it's just like a problem with the repulsors or something I can give it a shot."
The Togruta teenager grabbed her tool-belt and fastened it around her waist, the long haft of a wrench bumping up against the yellow-orange skin of her bare legs.
"Perry!" She yelled, waving an arm into the actual garage, seeking the attention of her counterpart.
A metallic figure taller than she was appeared in the doorway and stepped in, glancing between both figures, his one red eye shifting around.
In a rather serious tone he spoke up.
"Yes your honor?"
"Counselor, we're going to go fix a ship, grab the stuff and let's go."
"Of course your honor." Perry walked off to gather the other tools that might be needed.
Tashra looked back to Anahid. "So, Anahid, wanna talk while we walk?"
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Oct 2, 2012 23:35:40 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Oct 2, 2012 23:35:40 GMT -5
It was quite comical for Anahid to see the confusion in the mechanic's eyes - the way she stood frozen for a second as the wheels began to turn. It was quite suddenly that realization hit the younger Togruta, the girl ducking her head as she furiously rubbed her nose clean. Anahid chuckled softly at the antics before she found herself looking around once more. Anahid tilted her head back as the mechanic suddenly spoke, her brow creasing in thought. Now that she thought about it, she was quite unsure of what exactly had happened. In fact, it was not long after leaving Taris that she had first noticed the problem. The ship had felt heavy and sluggish, as if it had a hard time moving, but Anahid had put little thought into it. Then again, why would the ship be acting strangely when it had been sitting perfectly safe in a hangar for the few days she was there?
"While I am no expert," She started, "I believe it may have been the repulsors." Then again, she could always stand corrected. She rubbed her chin softly, shifting her weight to her left as she continued. "I used the hyperdrive a few days ago and didn't seem to cause any problems." All this time Anahid was fully unaware of the mechanic grabbing her belt and it wasn't until she suddenly yelled out 'Percy' that the Jedi was brought back to the garage. Out of the corner of her eye, Anahid watched as a tall, almost lanky-looking droid made its way in. His voice was stoic, as only a droid's voice could be, and carried on without much thought. Yet, Anahid couldn't help but be bemused at their exchange.
Honor? Counselor? Well, these two certainly were not your typical mechanic; quite amusing really. Anahid grinned slightly as she watched the curious droid scamper off. While the Jedi found amusement in watching the droid go about his job, her attention suddenly shifted as Tashra spoke. "Of course, it would quite enjoyable."
Though, the same couldn't be said about going back outside.
While the garage had been had been comforting and cool, the outside was scorching and unbearable. As soon as Anahid opened the door to make her way out, she was greeted by the desert inferno. The blistering air lapped at her face, making her cringe and shut her eyes again. Her nose was scrunched-up for a moment as she waited for Tashra and Percy to follow, before a much softer, if slightly forced, expression replaced it.
"I have to be honest with you, I had heard that this time of day was horrible; but I never thought it would be this bad."
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Oct 4, 2012 19:00:22 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 4, 2012 19:00:22 GMT -5
One of the things people had a hard time with on deserts was the effect of leaving a cool building for the scorching exterior. Inevitably the heat was inhaled into the nose, and then it tingled and felt all scratchy and burny. Most people didn't react too well to that.
Tashra was used to it. She was pretty used to weather most people considered too hot, as living on Tatooine was a great experience for that. Even she noticed the heat at double noon though. Promptly she started to sweat, the liquid forming on her bare legs and arms for the most part, being hit by a breeze and cooling her.
She never skipped a beat though, and stayed on topic like a trooper.
"Yeah, no one likes double noon. Most people are inside taking naps or having something to drink. But y'know it's not too bad, and we'll have some shade under your ship."
The teenager's boots kicked up clouds of dust with each step, as she trudged along through the heat, following the Jedi. Perry was right behind them, heedless of the heat of the day.
The Togruta girl did immediately think of the problem however, and she went into diagnostic mode.
"So, if it's the repulsors, were you having any trouble handling on your way to land? Did you hear any funny noises when you were taking off? Do you get any unusual vibrations in the deck plating?"
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Oct 5, 2012 0:20:30 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Oct 5, 2012 0:20:30 GMT -5
"I suppose it isn't," Anahid admitted, coffee eyes narrowing down to barely open slits. She felt blinded, to a certain extent, beads of sweat rolling heavily down the sides of her face. A slender arm was brought to her brow, the side of her robe used to clean the sweat away. "But, I suppose it takes a lot of getting used to. I assume you are a local, miss Tashra." The dust stuck to her exposed skin, caking her with the odd reddish sand. For a moment, Anahid preoccupied herself with getting the muck off, rubbing furiously at her hands and neck, which only seemed to make matters worse. When the prospect of shade was covered, however, the woman found herself releasing a appreciative smile. "Shade? Yes, that could be quite nice."
Very nice - and cool, most importantly.
The Togruta's voice cut Anahid's musings short, making the woman stop momentarily on her tracks. "I don't know about the repulsors themselves, but the ship did feel 'sluggish,'" Anahid explained while crossing her arms, a finger placed thoughtfully on her chin. "And there was a slight vibration as well." Though when it had first started, the woman wasn't quite sure. Nevertheless, she tried her very best at replaying the sequence on her head; from the moment she had first felt the problem to the time she found herself landing, Anahid went step by step.
"I don't believe there were any funny noises, but I wasn't really paying attention." An apologetic smile crossed her once before she continued to walk, going down the maze that was the city of Anchorhead. The walk to the hangar was equally tedious, Anahid would admit, the suns beating down above their head with delightful glee. "It's not too far up ahead," Anahid added absentmindedly, glancing back at the Togruta and the curious droid that followed behind "...it's the last Starfighter to the right," certainly a ship that wouldn't necessarily be confused.
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Oct 5, 2012 15:27:02 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 5, 2012 15:27:02 GMT -5
"Born and raised," Tashra confirmed cheerfully as she trudged along through the oppressive heat.
One thing particularly stuck in the girl's head.
"A starfighter!" She squealed excitedly. That was going to be a first for her, the first time she'd worked on anything so high-performance. It was really exciting, the most excited she'd been in a long time actually.
It was just as exciting as that time she'd met another Togruta in Mos Espa. And that was saying something, because that had been super exciting.
The girl darted into the docking bay excitedly and immediately spotted the sleek shape of a ship that really stood out from all the others. It was a genuine starfighter, though Sparky couldn't tell what kind or affiliation to save her life. It did have a funny symbol.
She stared at it for a few long seconds before rubbing the fuselage gently with her hand, feeling all giddy inside.
"So totally awesome!" She squealed again, the concept of work completely forgotten for the moment.
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Oct 6, 2012 13:31:53 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Oct 6, 2012 13:31:53 GMT -5
"It must be nice." Living in their home planet, it must be nice. Of course, Anahid did not feel that becoming a Jedi had trampled any opportunity. But still, it was something that she sometimes wished she had come to know. But before the knight could dwell on those thought any longer, the mechanic's squeal shattered the quiet in her mind..
It was funny how people showed their true colors whenever they faced something of extreme importance. It could be something they particularly enjoyed or something they hate; but nevertheless, it was these items that forced real emotions to break through the surface. It's something that can't be faked, nor can it be hidden, an expression that bubbles up from within, so strong and unrepressed, one that forever amused the Jedi Knight. It came as no surprise that when the mechanic squealed with delight at the mention of the ship, that Anahid found herself unable to hold back a laugh.
"I take it you like starfighters?"
Her question was soon answered in a most peculiar way - darting off to the ship. Anahid smiled happily as the mechanic darted away, the rumbling of her footsteps softening the farther she ran until, eventually, they ceased. Anahid stirred slightly, rubbing at her exposed arms, before she followed after the Togruta. Her steps were calm; her expression no more than slightly interested in what surrounded her. What day was it again? Zhellday? Yes, that seemed about right. She made her way towards the starfighter, studying as the female reached out to touch the ship, almost as if to make sure that it was real and not a dream.
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Oct 7, 2012 2:04:58 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 7, 2012 2:04:58 GMT -5
The warm metal of the ship greeted Tashra's orange-skinned hands, and she felt almost like the mechanical construct was a living and breathing creature, something she could talk to and bond with.
She wasn't crazy or anything. She didn't think it was gonna start talking to her or anything, but she just thought that maybe in some small away it was like it was alive.
Sparky's amber eyes took in all the details, settling onto a symbol on the tail she couldn't recognize. She scrutinized it, cocking her head to see if it helped any. It didn't, so she straightened her view once more. The Togruta girl looked at Anahid before lowering herself to the ground and sliding under the fighter, peering at the underworks, trying to find the repulsors.
While she was under there, she did her best to keep up a casual conversation.
"So, is this like a Republic starfighter, or are you with the Sith or the Hutts or somebody?"
The teenager pried off a panel to get a good look at the power conduits to the repulsors, which were nice and shielded but not really conducive to fighting. They could totally get blown away all easy. At least it was nice to open up. Not hard.
Tashra traced the cable with her finger, tugging lightly to make sure it was secure. It was.
"OK, so I need you to get into the fighter and get the reactor or whatever turned on so I can gauge the power flow, if it's intermittent it could be all wonky for ya, maybe mess with the handling?"
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Oct 9, 2012 19:38:23 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Oct 9, 2012 19:38:23 GMT -5
It could a bit complicated if she were to be honest; while she was called to serve the Republic in its times of needs, Anahid felt her loyalty belong solely to the Order, to the people who had raised her since infancy. And, at the same time, she had been willing to give everything up for him.Her life, her friends, her calling - everything would have been abandoned in a heartbeat for Karem. A cheerless smile fleeted past her face, her eyes lowered while she fixed her robes.
She took a few seconds to answer, a simple phrase crossing past her lips. â€The Order.†The sad smile left her, replaced by a much softer expression. â€I serve the Order.†The hesitation in her voice had been obvious, however, but was soon forgotten as the teenager continued on, to the Jedi’s relief.
â€Yes, of course.â€
Anahid moved closer to the starfighter, the tip of her fingers stinging lightly with the metal’s warmth. She reached towards the cockpit and pried it open. The heat wave that rolled out of the dark interior made the woman cringe - she let it air out for a mere second, before she slid inside.
â€Alright, let’s see-“ Anahid fingers flew the cabin, flicking on the repulsor switches before setting her eyes on the control panel. As far as she could see, everything seemed normal, the gentle whirring of the starfighter purring into the dry air. There was little she could do now except wait for ship to go on, until finally the purring stopped, replaced instead by incessant sputtering and quivering.
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Oct 10, 2012 2:44:56 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 10, 2012 2:44:56 GMT -5
Tashra connected a gauge to the power coupling and watched the readout as the engine roared to life. The power was flowing through all right, and was regular for the first ten seconds. Then it got all freaky and the power output spazzed out and jumped all around, matched by an accompanying cacophony of noise coming from the sublight engine, the sound that instantly spoke of something wrong.
The Togruta girl removed the gauge and covered the access panel, sliding out from under the starfighter and nearly banging her head on the craft in the process. She stood upright and tucked the gauge back into the pouch, leaning over the fuselage to peer into the cockpit next to Anahid.
"Power conduits are fine, it's your sublight engine that's acting up. If it's microfusion, then maybe your injectors are out of sequence. But if you've got fuel cells, then the problem is probably way more serious, like some kind of mechanical issue. I'll tinker with it and see if I can find what the deal is."
Orange-yellow hands worked their way aft on the ship until they reached the engine compartment, then with the help of a tool the access panels were removed, and a few muttered words were said about the type and nature of the various parts and the way they were pieced together.
"So, what's it like being a Jedi? That's what you meant by order right? Do you have a lightsaber? Do you like, fight bad guys or anything?"
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Oct 10, 2012 22:07:49 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Oct 10, 2012 22:07:49 GMT -5
"Thank you, miss Tashra, I really appreciate your help." Anahid called out as she watched the Togruta disappear under the ship, trying to find the source of the Jedi's conundrum. It took a few minutes of having the Starfighter running before Tashra slid from beneath the vessel, glancing into the very cockpit Anahid sat in. The explanation was slightly worrying, making Anahid frown; well, if worse came to worse she could contact the Order, maybe wait for a couple of days in the inferno until someone was sent her way.
But the Togruta's voice didn't allow for the woman to carry on with her thoughts, instead providing a series of questions that made her quirk a brow. "Yes, I am a Jedi, that is correct." Perhaps she hadn't been fully clear; actually, no, now that she thought about it, the woman had been extremely vague with her initial response. Anahid continued to answer, however, without any hesitation in her voice. "Being a Jedi is something that not a lot of people could endure."
"It is a very different lifestyle from the one you have here, miss Tashra." The woman glanced momentarily at the sensors, watching cautiously as she reduced the input on the repulsors until, finally, the starfighter sat in perfect silence. Peering out from the cockpit she watched as the mechanic went to work, forcing the engine compartment open to try and get to the bottom of the preoccupying noise.
She laughed softly at the following questions, taking her time to process the thought. Well, she had most definitely never used the phrase 'bad guys' to describe any of her opponents. Perhaps they were different, holding differing values from her own, but to Anahid Reisier, it was difficult to describe someone as 'evil.' She pursed her lips, hands secured on the brim of the cockpit as she pulled herself up, landing on solid ground with a soft thud. "I do my best to defend others, if that's what you are referring to -- and yes, I do carry a lightsaber with me."
She peered over the mechanic's shoulder, curiosity getting the better of her; she had never really seen the workings of a Starfighter before. Generally, she left that to the more experienced members of the Order, those who had taken a quiet fascination with the workings of a ship. And, well, to be honest, the woman knew next to nothing when it came to machines -- having a natural ability to simply break them, as Lorssk had said, in the most impossible of ways. Frankly, she partially hoped that it wasn't this little trait of hers that had left her in the current situation.
"Why would a mechanical issue be greater?"
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Oct 10, 2012 22:47:54 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 10, 2012 22:47:54 GMT -5
"Well, if it's a serious mechanical issue we might have to fabricate a new part, or else we'd have to scrounge all the junkyards to find something that might work in your ship, and that could take days. If it's micro-"
Tashra gave an apologetic look to Anahid as she tapped the mechanism before her.
"Fuel cells. I'll dig around and see if anything looks wrong. There's still a chance it's just a simple issue and I can fix it real quick, but it could be, like, real bad."
Orange-yellow hands reached into the workings of the engine, now safely shut off, and started to probe the workings, removing some parts to look at others. The Togruta girl periodically wiped sweat off her forehead, leaving a smear of grease on her face. At one point she even burned her finger and let out a yelp and a stream of Huttese curses not generally anticipated in one so young.
Luckily she had a bandage and she wrapped up her injury, frowning as she looked at it, and only then realizing she'd totally ignored the Jedi.
In a rush to rectify that error, Sparky chimed up cheerfully as she continued her investigation.
"So, like, how did you become a Jedi? Do you think I could like be a Jedi? Have a lightsaber and do Jedi stuff?"
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Oct 11, 2012 19:55:48 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Oct 11, 2012 19:55:48 GMT -5
“Ah,” That definitely made much sense to the Jedi, who nodded silently at the girl’s explanation. Well, if that were the case, she was sure Lorssk would be able to deliver the much needed parts, definitely reducing time and effort for Tashra. Anahid’s eyes flickered suddenly to the Togruta, a yelp cutting through the air. Curses followed, making the young woman shake her head. “If you’d like, I could take a look at it, to prevent an infection.”
Was the Jedi process that unknown in this part of the galaxy? Anahid’s eyebrows knotted together, lips pursed softly as she tried to formulate the best answer. “You are chosen at a very young age …” Her response was slow, weighting her words carefully before they parted from her lips, “…In my experience, young enough that I don’t remember life outside the cloister.” Of course Anahid knew vaguely of her parents and their upbringing, but it was only many years after her ascension as a Knight – an act spurred to cease her curiosity.
“Well, generally there would be a test to identify a child’s force sensibility, simple, nothing overly complex,” A thoughtful finger was placed on her chin, tapping her face gently before carrying on, “…and from there the decision would be reached to bring the child to the Temple.” A gracious smile crossed her lips, eyes falling again on the exposed engine parts – they were absolutely fascinating! The countless of wires and parts that worked under a single purpose, to bring life to the Starfighter, “Though, as your ability to become a Jedi…” The woman trailed off, but couldn’t find it within herself to immediately crush the mechanic’s inquiry, “…perhaps if younger, yes.”
“But fate works in mysterious ways, so, only the Force may tell.”
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Oct 12, 2012 0:31:49 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 12, 2012 0:31:49 GMT -5
Tashra chuckled over the kinda mystical and complicated answer she got. That was neat, so Jedi were all like that? Also, they totally seemed to dress like moisture farmers. Were, like, Jedi from Tatooine or something? Seems like she would have read that somewhere if it were true.
"Oh yeah, it'd be cool if you could so something about the burn..."
The Togruta girl unwrapped the bandage and extended the injury, a little red spot on her wrist. She simply held it there before the Jedi like a child who was showing her elder a 'booboo' in the hopes of getting it fixed.
"So are you gonna heal me with magic, er the... Force? Force right?"
Sparky cocked her head curiously as she asked the question. It was the Force right? Some kind of mystical thing that gave them superpowers?She was a little vague on the details. But there was a Jedi in "Robes and Romance," which she'd read once.
There was a Jedi Knight named Leia Derana, and she had this whirlwind romance with a Sith Spy, and they had such an amazingly romantic story, and then they got married! But she had to leave the Jedi Order, because they couldn't get married...
"Can you really not get married or anything as a Jedi?"
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Reisier
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Oct 12, 2012 1:47:46 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Oct 12, 2012 1:47:46 GMT -5
“Yes, that would be correct.” She nodded, turning Tashra’s hand while she examined the wound. It wasn’t horrible, nothing that a couple of seconds wouldn’t cure. Anahid breathed in deeply, feeling her lungs fill with the dry wind. She could feel the Force pulsing at her fingertips. As her hand hovered over the mechanic’s, she could feel the healing process beginning.
"Can you really not get married or anything as a Jedi?"
“Marriage?” Her voice was desperate to find peace, but there was no hiding her pain. The suffering was still as vivid as it was four years ago, gripping her heart – scratching at it desperately. It was as if the mere notion of him, even if indirect, created a hollowness in her chest. For a brief moment the woman froze, the gentle Force rivulets that rolled across her fingers and towards the Togruta’s wound stopping. If they hadn’t been on that run, if they had never met the mandalorian, would she and Karem been married by now?
Her stomach dropped as the thought dawned on her – she would never find out. Anahid would live the rest of her years never knowing what life would have brought to Karem and herself. The frown deepened, a breath was caught in her throat, I will never know.[/color] Her head snapped back, forcing a laugh, “I’m sorry, miss Tashra, but no – as a Jedi we cannot marry, we only live to serve.” She missed Karem terribly. The gentle words he spoke, the sweet nothings whispered in her ears as they lay together side by side, she missed them all. More than she would like to admit, Anahid would lay awake at night miserable, simply missing his comforting warmth at her side.
She hesitated, finding her voice only a couple of minutes later, “Doing anything as a Jedi would mean breaking the Code, the rules we live by, and thus abandoning everything we stand for.” though of course, she had already done the previous many years ago. A forced smile crossed her lips, her hand pulling away from the Togruta’s.
“It should be fine now, it will just feel a bit tender for a bit.”
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Oct 13, 2012 1:58:48 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 13, 2012 1:58:48 GMT -5
The typical person was reasonably good at picking up on emotional triggers, on gauging responses from people. Tashra Gly, however, was far from the typical person, and she remained happily oblivious to the distress playing out on Anahid's face and the quality of her voice, dismissing it without a second thought.
That was simply her way. Sparky was a cheerful and oblivious girl, without a real knowledge of human behavior. She was much more at ease around a droid where there weren't any emotions around to be confused by. Or alternatively she was most pleased with the romantic world of cheap fiction, brimming with exotic destinations and elaborate love stories.
The markings on her headtails flared an electric blue as she 'blushed' over the idea of her romance novels, which were sometimes a matter of embarrassment. And since Jedi didn't believe in love... Anahid probably wouldn't understand.
"That's cool," She commented, staring down at her hand as she stuffed the bandage back into the pocket of her shorts. "OK, where was I?"
Small orange-yellow hands reached back down into the engine's workings, picking up where she'd left off. Within just a few minutes, she uttered an exclamation.
"Oh snap! Look at that!"
Tashra pried out a piece of warped metal with a major crack in it. The teenager waved it around like some kind of bat for use in sports.
"Yeah, your load-bearing strut here was all deformed, probably knocking your power source at a bad angle, messing stuff up. You're gonna need a new one, but we can probably make one in the machine shop? I hope you've got a few hours though."
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Oct 16, 2012 1:32:33 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Oct 16, 2012 1:32:33 GMT -5
“Y-yes, cool.”
Anahid Reisier was definitely grateful that the teenager seemed unaware of the Jedi’s distress; it would have been, she admitted, a rather uncomfortable conversation to have. Especially when a Jedi represented discipline and loyalty above all else. Instead, the Togruta seemed preoccupied by something else, smiling a silly smile as she tinkered away on the Starfighter. Anahid shifted uncomfortably, arms crossed over her chest, watching as the Togruta continued searching for the cause of the problem.
The female’s sudden outburst caught Anahid by surprise, making the Jedi take a step back. Well, she definitely was a rather cheerful character, wasn’t she? Very different from the other mechanics she had encountered, it wasn’t a bad thing, per se, but it was something the Jedi was unused to, especially when she opted to start swinging something around.
“Load bearing strut?” Anahid blinked, but figured the girl must be talking about that thing, she waved, more than once coming close to colliding against the Jedi’s head. Anahid gave a nervous laugh, stepping back just to be on the safe side of things; after all, she didn’t want a concussion added to the list of things she experienced on her first visit to Tattooine.
She laughed nervously, “Oh yes, I have a couple of hours.” She gave an amicable smile, “I will be more than happy to wait.”
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Oct 16, 2012 3:59:09 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 16, 2012 3:59:09 GMT -5
"Yup, load bearing strut," Tashra repeated. "It'll stay together for a few minutes while I get Perry to remember all the specs so we know how to replace it. Then I put it back in so your engine doesn't collapse or explode or anything."
The Togruta girl wiped her hands on her dark brown shorts, leaving greasy smears on them that her 'mother' would struggle to get off later. Though Tashra honestly didn't know the details of laundry, as Sinya would attest, it wasn't easy on a planet that lacked an abundance of water.
Perry walked over, and took the metal strut in hand, calculating its exact dimensions and weight, taking note of its composition. His commentary, as always, was delightful.
"Defense requests the evidence be marked as Exhibit A, a load-bearing strut composed primarily of durasteel."
"Evidence so marked Counselor," Tashra said cheerfully as she took back the strut and wedged it back in place, securing it once more before turning back to Anahid and her droid.
"OK, let's go to a machine shop now."
'Sparky' turned and walked off, trusting Anahid would follow her. Of course the heat was still bad, and the teenager could feel the sweat crawling across her face, and could feel the hot breeze licking at her exposed back and stomach.
She decided to try making small talk again.
"So what were you doing before you came to Tatooine? Was it cool? Did you fight any Sith?"
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