Twisted Wind (Open,ninjabot)

[Foxfire]

Training room 14A once a shelter for the younglings in time of attack has just been retrofitted to house a unique gray Jedi that seems to defy any lock and logic that the order has currently known about. The massive room of fifty yards long by 30 yards wide now is filled with all sorts of oddities from blocks the size of a wookie to 2 X 2 cubes of plasticine. Toys litter the floor as if they were in the middle of a massive onslaught of a reconstructed replica of the Jedi temple.

This seen of mass carnage was being watched by some of the council, as if the mad rantings of a broken mind were a glimpse into a possible future. Or it could just be the play of a force user made to experience pain and torcher unlike any being had ever dealt with. The mad Aleen, Halc Greimer wandered the farthest reaches of the room. A dump shoot for emergencies ended there. Often younglings would find shiny items or what they thought of odd curiosities, here Halc searched through them. The young ones started doing this on one of Halc's outings. they were intrigued by his feel in the force and the odd force abilities he was glad to show. Who would have known a single force fart would peak or distort their way of seeing the force.

At this time he had felt an odd force signature with in the temple. Bit by bit Halc stretched out in the force pushing his twisted mind out of the region of Room 14A to a room that is the living quarters of one Jedi master Sherasti. Happy to have her back but not sure why she had not come by to see him he started to play with small items with in her room until Mal Konti told him of her needing rest after coming back from a mission. Halc was given no further details about Sherasti, and he accepted it along with three pies of various fruits.

Halc grubby little hands pawed through the debris of stuff like a Jawa at a junk yard.

Must make Shiney toy for Sheri she feels not right. YES ...... she need happyness ...... and a pie. Mally get it ford her is wees ask it of him. Oh there is another shiny piece. This will be gratetist gift ever.

Gathering the parts he went back into the block temple and into the third level room at the top of the pinnacle. There he sat down and began moving the parts an pieces into their respective places. Once finished it look ruffly like himself yet it was still apart.

Some ting still miss'sing?

Halc pondered over what in the force could be missing in his toy Halc.

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Xell rubbed his lower back as he walked into the next training room. He breathed a sigh of relief, as master Teer's intensity was palpable. He felt that there was a pressure holding him still throughout their sparring session, when he was simply scared poodoo-less. And then the notches on her belt? That was the straw that broke the akul's back. Xell felt a bit happy that a Jedi could take pride in their victory. It made his dream of being a hero seem less... prideful and abhorent. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that Teer was naturally angry. Like she had a chip on her shoulder or something to prove.

"Scary. I wonder if that's how Sherasti will be in the future? I'd hate coming home to that every night..."

Xell shook his head at the thought, but smiled. He knew such thoughts were blasphemous, but the sight of an angry Sherasti in an apron being short with him made him laugh. He then heard talking in the room that he walked through and turned toward the sound. What he heard suprised him.

Must make Shiney toy for Sheri she feels not right. YES ...... she need happyness ...... and a pie. Mally get it ford her is wees ask it of him. Oh there is another shiny piece. This will be gratetist gift ever.

Sheri? Who was he referring to? Sherasti? And why was this guy concerned about her?

"Um... excuse me? Hi, I couldn't help but hear you mention you were making something or a friend." said Xell as he approached. The room was terribly cluttered, and he was apparently looking for something to build an item for Sherasti. It brought back memories of Sherasti's doll that Xell made.

For whatever reason, Xell felt unnerved.

[Foxfire]

Throwing his arms around the parts and pieces as if his small aleenian arms could hide it, he looked over his right shoulder with an odd look in his eyes.

Joo get yours own shinies dees are mine!

Halc was starting to breather hard from the adrenalin pumping through his little set of hearts. His mind was stable so far but he could feel them coming to the surface whispering in his mind disquieting thoughts of impending harm to himself or to his gift to Sherasti.

In a spinning blur Halc turned on the intruder of his fortress of solitude.

With a touch of force fear Halc spoke. Who are yous? Are you going to take my shinies away? Or is it my pies you taking.

Halc took a quick glance over his left shoulder to half eaten pies of various types of fruits. Some of the pies were near to turning bad. Others were fresh and still cooling.

Halc took a few uneasy steps toward the new comer. Getting with in five feet he sniffed the air. To his surprise he caught a very familiar scent that of Sherasti. Looking hard at him Halc came closer till he was looking up at the human. Even though the new comer was by far taller than Halc, he still stared like as if he was a wookie looking at a Jawa.

Why yous smell like my Sherasti?

Halc let one of his eyes to wander off to the upper left of it's orb as the other was fixed like dura steel in permacrete.

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Xell rose a brow and stepped forward. He was now sure that this guy was not only not all there, but potentially dangerous. Whereas a normal person would avoid them for fear of the unknown, a Jedi had a responsibility to make right what was wrong. And something seemed wrong here.

As the oddness grew Halc turned and spoke, but Xell felt a tinge of fear spike within his being. He swallowed hard and instantly stepped back. He didn't know why, but fear was welling within him. It was irrational, but he was still growing weary of Halc's behavior. It was as if his own ties to the force was manipulating Xell's sense fear.

"Who are yous? Are you going to take my shinies away? Or is it my pies you taking."

"X-Xell Rayner. I'm a Padawan." answered Xell. His right hand neared his saber ever so slowly. He couldn't help it though. His old master Orren had trained him not to be paralyzed by fear and, unfortunately, he had a nasty habit of becoming overly active the more his fear grew. As if to fight hard not to let his fear overtake him. He seemed to be winning.

"Why yous smell like my Sherasti?"

And at the mention of his Sherasti, any fear Xell felt was obliterated.

His Sherasti? Is he insane!? How dare he!
Xell stepped forward again, more hastily. He had a point to make, and as Xell was taught from childhood by his old master, he needed to be firm.

"Your Sherasti? I think you're mistaken. My master is Sherasti Rin. And if I smell like her, it can't be helped. She's wounded, so she needs me to help her around. You know... bathing. Dressing. Other physical needs. That type of thing." said Xell.

Petty as he was being, Xell felt like it was necessary to defend his stance. It was his right to be by Sherasti's side. He had earned it.

[Foxfire]

Halc was slowly letting the force fear fade but when Xell said Sherasti and injured he than started to shake visibly.

talking to self-Sherasti hurt how is that she strong. Yes she loverly too why her? How her hurt? Is she attacked by darkness, by the bad lizard of gray skin?-Halc quickly starts to lose control of his emotions.-Is so then he must be cleansed from dis verse, and all like him.

Halc's force fear flares to full strength and Halc's eyes starts to glow. In a very deep unearthly tone Halc speaks.

Are you in the darkness? Do you serve him too? Why else would you say such tings about Sherasti?

The training room fills with darkness now and the objects in there begin to vibrate and move uncontrollably.

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Xell grabbed hold of his head and screamed aloud, the force fear ripping through his skull and pulling out all manner of terrible feeling in the boy. He had no control over it and even worse, had no idea how to fight against it. Sherasti had been teaching him to fight while using his telepathic abilities, but they hadn't discussed defending against telepathic assaults of this caliber.

He just wasn't ready.

Xell kneeled down and continued his failed attempt to push out the terror. He was ashamed. Orren would use the fear to fuel him. But Xell wasn't capable of the same. Xell continued seeing the Aleen as some twisted monster. He didn't know if that was the mental assault controlling his senses, or if he was genuinely that mortified.
Are you in the darkness? Do you serve him too? Why else would you say such tings about Sherasti?

Xell's eyes clenched tighter as he groaned out a response. "What are you talking about!? Serve WHO!? Sherast is my master, I serve her!" screamed the tortured padawan. To think that someone with this horrid ability could be allowed to be a Jedi... to walk these halls. Was he a fallen Jedi? A Dark Jedi here unbeknownst to the Order? What was going on?

Xell backed away to the wall, seeking a way to flee the room. The darkness kept him from being able to leave however, as he could see nothing. Try as he might, his attempts at sending a telepathic message out to someon... anyone at all, would not be felt. He simply couldn't muster the focus needed for such a feat.

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Halc's twisted mind flared again this time his telekinitic power thrashed the room. Items smashed into the walls other things simply spun where they were in the room.

Halc's eyes flickered in force power as he began to speak once more.

Darkness must be purified. Evil removed....

As he reach his peak power level a tone signalling lunch sounded. In a blink of an eye Halc froze in mid-sentince. The glow was gone from his eyes as well as Halc's power within the force. Still as a statue that lined the main halls Halc stayed for five minutes.

Yet not one second more out of the blue Halc finished his thought with out his force powers.

...and pie must be served hot or with ice cream.

Blinking his eyes he looked at Xell......-What yous doingk down dere? What was it joos were wantink agains?

Halc's darkened state had seem to have never happened for Halc. Kindnes and child like innocence filled his face and his being in the force.