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Vreem Took
Jedi Lord Commander of the Blades [/center]
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"We shall forever be our master?s pupil, even when they are no longer a part of this world."
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last online Mar 9, 2010 19:27:21 GMT -5
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Sept 6, 2009 14:38:27 GMT -5
Post by Vreem Took on Sept 6, 2009 14:38:27 GMT -5
3610 BBY The commonly clear blue skies of Coruscant were clouded by an ocean of mist and fog. It submerged a large portion of the city, including a usually vibrant marvel known to most as the Jedi Temple. But now it was barely even visible a foot in front of the occupants of the ghastly world. Bringing the ship down to land in the Jedi Temple had been a horrible experience for Vreem. Piloting was not really one of his better developed skills and, when it was pretty much impossible to see, he had to try and rely upon the Force in order to guide the ship safely onto the landing platform. He exited the ship brazenly, firing through the mist like an arrow and slicing his way between waves of the gentle white fog until he reached the sealed shadows of the Jedi Temple. He had just returned from a minor diplomatic mission, dealing with some small disputes between locals on a nearby world, the possibility of it escalating was enough of a reason for the Jedi to get involved. It had been a while since he was sent on a mission of any kind, usually he would confine himself to the temple much like the younglings he had started teaching. It was a little thing he did, the teaching, just an experiment at first but he found that instructing classes really allowed him to gather an outer perspective on the things he had used before but never really taught in this way. When teaching a padawan it was a lot more focus minded, when in front of a class with their questioning and open minds there was a lot to discover about the force as a mentor, so it was something he had started to delve into quite frequently. With the warm hiss of the doors behind him Vreem stepped into the tempered hallway in the Jedi Temple, he lowered his hood and returned to a steady pace as he made his way up to the debriefing chambers. But as he picked up a datapad from his room he discovered that the Council wanted to meet with him that very day, in a very short period of time. Likely they had thought he carried it on him, but he never really did. As he continued on at a quickening pace the Master couldn’t help but wonder what they would arrange a meeting with him for, and why they would contact him whilst he was away, unless there’d been a slip up in the system and he was somehow thought to be at the temple. Either way it didn’t matter, he would be seeing them for whatever reason they wished. He entered the turbolift to the Council Chambers alone; he had passed very few people on his way to meet the masters of the High Council and none had been a face he knew. There were few Padawans, Knights or Masters he really knew, old comrades and aged allies were few and far between at this stage in his life, not that they’d been many to begin with. But he was starting to develop relationships with many of the younglings who he would be looking forward to observing as they became Padawans and eventually, assuming he was still around for long enough, Jedi Knights. As he reached the top level and stepped out Vreem knew that he’d ended up arriving early, maybe even too early. The likelihood was that he’d get bored waiting for the appointed meeting with the Council. And there were no views to get lost in either, the mood-dampening mist saw to that. Usually the sun would cover the walls with a rich orange hue but all that scrapped through the gaps of the fog was a calming yet dull blue air that painted the Temple’s designs with a eye-consuming bleakness. Vreem leaned against the banister as he began the long and dreary thought process that came along with boredom. He only just about heard the footsteps that made their way towards him, though he was uncertain as to what would await.
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Sept 6, 2009 20:09:47 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Sept 6, 2009 20:09:47 GMT -5
Sweat trickled down his face, his muscled tensed, ready to move instantly. The attack came with such speed that it could have only been garnered by the Force. The Jedi narrowly dodged his opponents fist as he spun to the right. Another speedy jab followed which he ducked under. Jace sent his open palm into the stomach of his opponent causing the other man to stagger backwards. He could hear his opponents wheezing and allowed himself a smile.
"Master Orthrax, you are still as fast as you were twenty years ago"
"Yet you have become faster, Jace"
Jace was deeply honored by his comrades comment. This was a man who taught Jace the basics of unarmed combat. His skills were legendary in the area of hand to hand combat. He was about 30 years older than Jace yet in superb physical shape. Thanks to him, Jace had found a way to avoid needless death in his years as a Shadow. Of course the Jedi had also created his own style but he still believed that Master Orthrax was much more talented than himself.
"I must take my leave now Master Orthrax"
He bowed, and then turned to leave the training room. Jace would have preferred to train a bit more but he had council summons. He had not been summoned by them for quite some time. Indeed he received any important missions for a while either. Though Jace's life as a shadow had ended five years ago, he still felt a stranger in the Temple. As he walked through the halls he noted other Jedi Knights and Masters interacting with each other. Jace had ostracized himself from most Jedi to fulfill his duty to the Order. He never regretted his decision either.
Entering the turbolift, his mind drifted back towards the past. He had seen so many different levels of evil as a Shadow. Jace had to blend in with those who were the source of such evil. He was no assassins, he did not take the law into his own hands. Jace had brought criminals to justice the proper way yet there was always collateral damage. The turbolift doors slid open and he returned to the present.
Jace noted that he was early and as he approached the waiting area saw another Jedi. The man looked years younger than him but could sense that he was older than he looked. A man's eyes could tell a person so much about him. Over the years, Jace had become an expert at reading people. There was clearly more to this Jedi than at first glance. He was indeed strong with the Force. Oddly enough, he seemed to be a man that had been in Jace's position before. Holding the look of a man who had been isolated, even not trusted. Jace wasn't a person who usually introduced himself or made idle talk but he felt the need to in this case.
"Greetings, I am Jace Beleren. You seem to be waiting on the council just as I. Any idea as to why we have been summoned?"
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Jenno
Still glorious, but no longer your leader.
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Jul 28, 2010 21:10:10 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Jul 28, 2010 21:10:10 GMT -5
As the Jedi’s gaze moved up to meet the eyes of this other man, Vreem subconsciously absorbed thoughts and knowledge about this stranger as his eyes glanced over his body. It was something innate within him, within all of those trained in combat, at least all of those that were competently trained in combat. Whenever presented with another person or body, the mind would constantly process factors which would lend insight into their ability. Perhaps many would consider it ‘sizing him up’, but such a precise and deadly skill didn’t deserve to be squandered by such ugly phrases.
In a sudden outbreak of combat it could come in extremely handy and in Vreem’s experience outbreaks of violence were frequently quite sudden. But this man was shorter than Vreem by a few inches and he was not overly muscular. There was something about his walk that intrigued Vreem however, he could sense a comfort and yet an alertness in his step, the shifting of the weight between his lower body. This man knew combat, and not just to the extent of your average Jedi, Vreem could sense experience felt compelled to reason that this man could quite easily take care of himself. But there was also a weight that came from elsewhere, most likely within. But everyone carried their own weight around with them.
His eyes were older than Vreem’s by a few years, perhaps then he was better versed in the concept of being a Jedi Master. And again that whisper of experience lingered in those knowing spheres. He still hadn’t even started to contemplate this Jedi’s force presence, which would have led to more intrigue from Vreem when he would have detected even more of a similarity. But the Jedi was trying to make conversation with him now; of course, manners decreed that they must make this exchange.
“It is a pleasure Master Beleren,” he responded with that glaze of Jedi serenity and a curt and respectful bow, “I am Vreem Took.” He glanced at the door which led into the council chambers for a moment, his spine tingling as he caught a slight hint of the force energy which flowed from within. Truly there was a reason why they were considered the twelve wisest and most powerful of the order. Of course, he could agree with the fact they were powerful, finely in-tune disciples of the force but he would, and had, questioned the wisdom of some members in the past. That never sat well.
He continued on with his response, “With the two of us being beckoned here at the same time I assume there must be some form of assignment in store for us, though times must be hard in deed if the council are summoning me to take part in a mission. It must be of some importance if it requires the attention of two Jedi Masters.” Of course, this could have all been entirely false, but even the extent of any assigned task could not be determined. Sometimes all their job required was for them to be present, simply having a Jedi Master around would deter some threats in the Republic. But from their gathered accumulation of combat, Vreem couldn’t help but feel as though there would perhaps be a bit more to this summons than simply requiring them to stand in place.
Truth be told, he wasn’t too keen on what waited for them behind those doors. But if this man was to be his partner in crime then Vreem would feel rather comfortable.
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Jul 30, 2010 11:52:16 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Jul 30, 2010 11:52:16 GMT -5
So this man was a Master. The fact both surprised Jace and at the same time did not. He did look quite young and on first glance, could have easily been mistaken for a Knight. On closer inspection though, it made much more sense. Appearances were deceptive, indeed, a good majority of his life had been based on such a concept. That being said, he looked like a man Jace could trust and rely on during this assignment.
Jace also caught the slight quip about times being hard for him to be summoned. The Jedi Master wondered what the reason for that could be. Vreem had almost made it sound like the council did not take well to him or his presence. It was possible that he had done something that was not to the council's liking. The Jedi followed the Code, but the Code meant different things to different people. Some of those things didn't agree with the current Council, it is an inevitable occurrence with such intelligent and perceptive beings. Of course, Jace hadn't heard anything, but he wasn't the type to sit around and listen to gossip.
He personally had never questioned the Council's decisions, which was odd considering what he had been asked to do. Like many others, Jace believed that their understanding was much greater than his, and that he was a Jedi for a purpose. As such, he was much more efficient when he was being given orders rather than the other way around. Then again, he couldn't question them for any measure of doubt could possibly result in the failure of his mission and the death of others or even himself.
"Indeed, the presence of two Masters does pique my interest as to what this assignment could possibly be, though on second thought, speculation usually does not lead to anything productive" said Jace, bowing before his actual response.
The Jedi looked silently towards the Council doors once more. Twelve of the strongest beings in the galaxy sat in that room. Indeed being in their presence was a entirely different experience in itself. Even from here, Jace could sense their power, their wisdom, and their resolve. He remembered when he had been brought before them and offered the option to become a Shadow. Even after what he had done to the Dark Jedi who had killed his master. They had given him a second chance which he didn't believe he had deserved.
There wasn't room to let such memories cloud his mind, especially not in current circumstances. Jace held many burdens of what he had done and seen, but then again, who hadn't? He had to bury them for now, and reflect on them at a later time. Though their current assignment could possibly be quite passive, something in Jace told him that would not be the case. The Jedi needed to be focused and ready, not just for the sake of the mission, but also for his Jedi comrade.
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