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Dee
I am Error
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Ah, I see you've decided to go psycho. Godspeed.
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Dec 11, 2011 4:53:39 GMT -5
Post by Dee on Dec 11, 2011 4:53:39 GMT -5
Jia sat outside, alone. Rin was inside the nearby office, with one of the highest ranking constables of the area, discussing important business... too important for her ears, apparently.
Her and Rin were supposed to meet with the man together. It was regarding an issue of increased crime in certain areas of the province, and the solution which would greatly benefit from the assistance of Jedi. They likely would've learned the specifics while in the meeting, but the man refused to go into detail with Jia present. It could've been her age, or the fact that she wasn't a full Jedi, or even that since she wasn't a Miraluka, he wasn't comfortable with her being there. She didn't know, and he wouldn't explain himself.
Rin probably would've argued with him for hours about it, and probably could've convinced him eventually, one way or the other... but he was pretty persistent about it, and in the end it was Jia herself who offered to just remain outside. Though it was a little discouraging to be excluded for whatever reason, she did her best to just shrug it off. There was no point in arguing over it forever, and Rin could just fill her in later. So that was how it went, for the sake of compromise.
After a few minutes the padawan came to the conclusion that the meeting was probably going to take a while, so she decided now might be a good time for some exploring. So she made her way out of the building and onto the street. There weren't very many large cities on Alpheridies, though the one they were in currently was one of the planet's bigger settlements. It still was not really comparable to a big city on a more industrialized world, though Jia had actually become pretty fond of the way the more populated areas were structured on the planet.
There was a park right down the road, and she decided that was her destination. It'd be a good place to sit and clear her mind, and maybe get to meditate for a short while. After making her way over and finding a quiet, sunny spot, she flopped right down onto her back into the grass, and rested her arms on her stomach. She slipped her goggles up onto her forehead before she pulled the hood of her cloak down slightly over her eyes for that extra protection from the sunlight. Jia made herself nice and comfortable there. Comfortable enough that after a short while of lying there with her eyes closed, she drifted off into a peaceful meditation. She likely looked as if she was fast asleep to anyone who passed her by.
Eventually the physical world faded back into her consciousness, though she still didn't move from her spot. Pretty peaceful today... She silently mused to herself. It was true, everything seemed so calm and quiet around her. She liked it. It was relaxing and allowed her to focus... On nothing at all, just as she intended. This was almost like a break, so she was treating it that way. She kept her mind clear as she rested there. It would allow her to concentrate better later, when it was back to duties and lessons.
She wasn't sure how long she'd been there, but it must have been a while. Now was probably a good time to start heading back. Alright. Break over. After mentally pushing herself along she slowly reached a hand up to take a hold of the goggles resting atop her brow and slid them back down over her eyes. Only then did she open them and remove her cloak's hood.
The sunlight on Alpheridies didn't look noticeably different, but enough exposure to it could damage a person's eyes permanently. The young Mirialan's force sight was not developed enough to rely on yet, so she was stuck wearing the goggles so she could still see, and protect her natural sight. Luckily they were specially made and didn't obscure her vision very much. They were a little uncomfortable after wearing them all day though...
Jia stood and lightly brushed some clinging blades of grass from her clothes. She stretched and let out a quiet yawn before heading toward the park's main path. She traveled along the walkway, back in the direction she originally came, though nothing about her pace suggested any urgency.
...No need to rush, though.
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Dec 11, 2011 14:03:48 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 11, 2011 14:03:48 GMT -5
Alpheridies. The adopted homeworld of the Miraluka. Not too big, not too small, and possessing a sun like something out of a novel. Long term exposure took away sight, which explained the blind population. A little bit frightening to be honest, at least in Ervisa Therani's estimation.
However, the rather peculiar Mirialan ex-Jedi was lucky, in that protection was available for her grey eyes. They were slim, low-profile goggles that looked kind of like the aviator sunglasses she wore on occasion. They weren't particularly bulky or large, but they were big enough that she knew they were there. And it felt odd. Oh well. Couldn't be helped.
Besides, it was only for a day or two. She was only on the planet for as long as it took the crew of the Unfortunate Tease to unload one cargo and load another. And of course to negotiate payment for the jobs. It was everything Ervisa loathed doing, making negotiations involving numbers and things. She preferred avoiding the complications, and receiving a wad of credits for her payment. Often she didn't even count it, if it was too small she'd hit a gambling den and double what she had without breaking a sweat. There was a certain plus side to Force sensitivity.
With the others doing business, she had a solid day to do whatever she wanted, which, in this case, took the form of a walk in the park. And she had to admit, it was a very nice park. In her walk of life, natural scenery wasn't something you got to see very often. Normally it was just spaceports and cityscapes, so green grass and trees was simply lovely. Emphasis on the 'simply.' No video screens, no flashy ads for every product you could imagine. Just green. It would have been easy on the eyes, if she hadn't been wearing such heavily tinted goggles.
It was still enjoyable, she thought as she stretched herself out in the warm sun, like a cat on a window sill. She extended her legs before her, crossing one ankle over the other, her brown lace-up boots tapping gently on the stone below her. Her green, tattooed arms stretched up and out behind her, only to be folded and tucked behind her neck as she settled back down to her resting place, a very wide stone rim of a massive fountain. The happy burbling sound was soothing, and the only danger of napping there was rolling over and falling in. A risk she was willing to take.
With her long braid of raven hair resting on her flat stomach from where it had looped over her shoulder, Ervisa closed her eyes and slowed her breathing, keeping her senses open even as she relaxed. It took her a few seconds to realize someone was coming, and...
She was in perfect position to see the person coming, so she interrupted her nap by opening her eyes and raising her head, only to see another Mirialan, and one in Jedi garb no less.
Ervisa racked her brain trying to think of the last time she'd seen a Jedi... Years and years ago, not since she'd left the Order. That seemed a lifetime ago. It was... like something from the past. Hell, the girl might have been a young Ervisa herself, if not for the different shade of skin.
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Dee
I am Error
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Ah, I see you've decided to go psycho. Godspeed.
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Dec 12, 2011 18:07:33 GMT -5
Post by Dee on Dec 12, 2011 18:07:33 GMT -5
The slowly paced return journey continued. Jia was still enjoying the surroundings and anyway, as far as she knew, the meeting could have still been going on. If it wasn't, Rin probably would have come looking for her already.
The teenager's attentive eyes shifted around often, almost as if trying to avoid missing anything worth seeing. Her gaze focused on some Miraluka in the distance. Two older men, both smiling as they walked along, talking quietly among themselves. A small smile grew on her own features. The Miraluka were such peaceful, content people, despite whatever conflict may have plagued the rest of the galaxy. It was admirable.
Jia's eyes were drawn away from those in the distance. Not because she saw someone else. No, she felt someone else, long before she saw them. Her senses drew her right to the source, a woman relaxing over by a large nearby fountain. After getting a closer look at her features she blinked in surprise. Green skin, tattoos... Another Mirialan. Here? Well that was unexpected...
Not just a random Mirialan. A random force sensitive Mirialan. In fact, that was what had so quickly drawn Jia's attention to her in the first place. Most life forms could be sensed through the force, but someone who could use the force always stood out. So... Who exactly was this woman?
Was she a Jedi maybe? Jia hadn't remembered seeing her around the Culu Memorial Center. She definitely would have noticed her, considering almost all of the Jedi there were Miraluka. She would have stood out, just as Jia did whenever she was there. Nothing about the way she dressed seemed to suggest she was a Jedi either, but that was hardly a reason to expect that she wasn't. Still, if she was a Jedi, who was sent here for some reason, why didn't she and Rin hear about it?
She was very, very curious about that woman. Not only to find out if she was a Jedi or not, but because she was another Mirialan. Jia's desire to know more about her people had never really diminished. She had always wanted to sit down and have a long talk with another member of her species who knew more about their customs and way of life. The woman over there had a lot of tattoos. Way more than Jia did. She must've had a lot of stories...
She hadn't even realized that she was staring the entire time as she pondered to herself. Not until she noticed her fellow Mirialan's head was turned, looking right over in her direction. Her eyes were hidden behind tinted goggles, but Jia was fairly certain it was her being looked at. ...Oops. Busted.
She slowed in her steps, gradually coming to a stop nearby the seated woman. She bowed her head in a respectful greeting before she spoke, her voice welcoming and a small, friendly smile on her face, "Sorry about the staring, I didn't mean to be rude. I just don't really get to see other Mirialans that much. Especially not here."
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Dec 12, 2011 19:54:26 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 12, 2011 19:54:26 GMT -5
Ervisa met the hidden gaze of the Mirialan Jedi, confident it was there. Who else could they be looking at, two Forcies of the same race and gender? It was obvious that there was some interest there, at least on one side. Ervisa herself wasn't particularly interested or disinterested. The Jedi was just there, in the same way she was just there.
She did, however, raise an eyebrow when she was approached by the girl, who came to a stop very close, and bowed her head in a greeting. A little bit formal for Ervisa's tastes, and a teensy bit stuffy even. But that was reflective of the Jedi Order in her estimation. Formal. Stuffy. Constricting like woolen panties, if a bit less scratchy. Of course that was just guesswork, since she'd never actually tried on panties made of wool.
"Sorry about the staring, I didn't mean to be rude. I just don't really get to see other Mirialans that much. Especially not here."
Well, that settled it. The time to be social had arrived. Which meant she probably shouldn't be lying down, which was a real shame since the boundary was surprisingly comfortable for stone. Oh well.
The ex-Jedi swung her legs over the edge and onto the ground again, then pulled herself up into a seated position without the aid of her arms, instead choosing to press her heels up against the base for leverage, then using her core to do the rest. Hardly took any time at all.
As she went vertical, she tugged down on her blue tank top, which had ridden up a little to expose the emerald green flesh of her stomach.
"Yeah," Ervisa said amicably, "We aren't all that common here in the galaxy. Can't say I've run into another one in maybe a year. Two at the most. Hard to say, time just sort of runs together."
The Mirialan ex-Jedi stretched her arms out before her and cracked her knuckles, but as her hands fell back to her side, they brushed against her blaster and her lightsaber, one on each hip. Even through the brown leather of her gloves she could feel them. Though it had warmed up a bit much for gloves...
Ervisa pulled them off, one after another, revealing the navy blue diamond tattoos on the backs of her hands.
"So is this purely a social call, or are you here in your capacity as a Jedi? Defenders of Justice and Champions of Truth, you know, that old chestnut."
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I am Error
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Ah, I see you've decided to go psycho. Godspeed.
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Dec 15, 2011 5:43:04 GMT -5
Post by Dee on Dec 15, 2011 5:43:04 GMT -5
The padawan watched as the older Mirialan shifted herself, maybe getting into a more sociable position for conversation. Good to know that she wasn't bothering her by coming over. Or at least that the woman wasn't annoyed enough by her approach to show it outwardly. As she sat up, Jia's gaze fell on the weapons she had at either side of her waist. A lightsaber... Which probably would've answered Jia's question about who this woman was, at least in her own mind. Except the blaster threw everything off. She'd heard stories of other Jedi occasionally carrying blasters, but as far as she knew, it was a pretty rare occurrence.
The look on the girl's face likely gave away her inner monologue. That expression of momentary confusion at what she saw. Though it faded away as she instead focused on listening when the other green skinned woman spoke, "Yeah. We aren't all that common here in the galaxy. Can't say I've run into another one in maybe a year. Two at the most. Hard to say, time just sort of runs together." Jia could have said the same herself. The first part, anyway. Which may have been an exaggeration, but it felt like forever since the last time she saw another Mirialan. She knew there were other Mirialan Jedi but she rarely saw them. Especially lately, with her and Rin not being at the Temple very often.
She shifted her weight a bit, turning slightly so she was more directly facing the other. It was only when she moved that her own lightsaber, clipped to a black and somewhat lopsided belt at her waist, was seen past the slight movement aside of her cloak. She lifted a hand to brush back some strands of that dark hair of her's, including her braid, that had fallen in front of her vision. As she did her gaze briefly fell down to the other Mirialan's hands as she removed her gloves. More tattoos. She had so many...
"So is this purely a social call, or are you here in your capacity as a Jedi? Defenders of Justice and Champions of Truth, you know, that old chestnut." Jia glanced back up to meet the woman's eyes again. As well as she could past the goggles they both wore.
That small smile returned to her face before she replied, "Well, I'm here every day actually. My master's the Watchman of this system." After mentioning Rin her smile seemed to widen, and her eyes lit up a bit more behind those goggles of her's. It was a subconscious thing that the girl herself hadn't even realized she'd done.
She was still curious about this woman. Very much so. That was probably easy to see, from the fact that the teenager seemed to be interested in starting up further conversation with her. Something that was only made clearer when she asked, "What about you? Are..." She paused for a moment, considering very quickly if this was how she wanted to continue and ask the question. Apparently, it was. "...you one of us? A Jedi, I mean."
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Dec 15, 2011 17:39:03 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 15, 2011 17:39:03 GMT -5
"Well, I'm here every day actually. My master's the Watchman of this system."
Ervisa nodded, to show she registered that statement. Well that had to be an odd living situation. One Mirialan stuck on a planet full of Miraluka. had to be a little odd, especially the whole lack of eyeballs thing. Ervisa had to admit that was a little disconcerting. She liked eyes, they said a lot about a person. And not being able to see any made it a little bit harder to read people.
Luckily she had Force senses for that.
"What about you? Are... you one of us? A Jedi, I mean."
The inevitable question. Yeah, Ervisa got that particular one a lot, from kids especially. The lightsaber had some very specific connotations to it, and she defied them. She wasn't exceedingly good or evil, just a bit of a party girl with an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other, listening to both in turn.
Sometimes she just said yes to the kids, patted them on the head and told them 'may the Force be with you,' but with the older ones she said 'no' and went on with her business.
Well, this time she wasn't going to lie or just move on. She'd tell the truth, more or less, and let the chips fall where they did.
"Not anymore," the Mirialan woman said, pulling out a cigar from her pocket and biting off the tip. "I left the Order a long time ago, had a few disagreements you could say. Too many rules anyway."
Ervisa talked around the cigar as she reached for her lightsaber, which she often referred to as her 'lighter,' and for good reason. She activated the navy blue blade and pressed it to the tip of her cigar, puffing away to light it. When she felt the smoke in her mouth her thumb found the switch on her saber and deactivated the blade.
She clipped it back onto her gunbelt and imparted some sage advice while holding her cigar in one hand.
"Smoking's bad kiddo, never start."
[OOC: Thousandth post!]
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Dee
I am Error
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Ah, I see you've decided to go psycho. Godspeed.
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Dec 21, 2011 23:04:49 GMT -5
Post by Dee on Dec 21, 2011 23:04:49 GMT -5
The teenage girl remained attentive, watching as the older Mirialan reached into her pocket for a cigar and began to speak, "Not anymore. I left the Order a long time ago, had a few disagreements you could say. Too many rules anyway."
Jia blinked, an outward showing of her surprise. Not the answer she really expected, but it explained the blaster. Though the girl thought for sure that if a Jedi ever left, they were expected to give up their lightsaber. Yet this woman still had one. Maybe there was a story behind that. There was probably a story behind why she left too... And maybe even, why she was here right now. If Jia had no filter between her mind and her mouth, she probably would have asked about all of them, right there and then.
So much curiosity about so many things. The girl had an overabundence of it. She wasn't really hiding it in her tone or general demeanor, either. She rarely did. It was maybe childlike in a way, though whether or not that was a bad thing depended on who you spoke to. Both her masters, past and present, probably wished she could contain it better, at least when focus was extremely necessary. Or at least to avoid events like falling into a cave full of Vynock because your eyes are staring off into the distance and not watching in front of you, or crashing a swoop bike after attempting to see just how fast it could go before controlling it became difficult.
If anyone ever asked... She totally never did those things.
But the curiosity was just part of who she was, and asking her to get it under control was probably a more difficult thing to ask of her than most realized. Hopefully it didn't scare this woman off. Not everyone took kindly to it, and some questions were a little too personal for some.
Jia's brow furrowed as she watched the other Mirialan reach for her lightsaber, ignite it... and proceed to use it as a giant lighter. Not exactly a use she had ever seen for a lightsaber. ...Well that was different.
"Smoking's bad kiddo, never start."
Jia laughed quietly before a friendly response, "Thanks for the advice." She fell quiet for a moment before speaking again, "If you don't mind me asking, what brings you to Alpheridies? I'm just curious, really." She was honest. Seemed like it was the safest question to ask at the moment, without accidentally straying too far into territory that was too personal to discuss with a random passerby. There was another quick pause before she realized that she hadn't actually introduced herself yet, and that small smile grew on her face once again, "Oh, uh, by the way, my name's Jia."
(( OOC: GRATS! o/ ))
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Dec 22, 2011 21:35:41 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 22, 2011 21:35:41 GMT -5
"Thanks for the advice. If you don't mind me asking, what brings you to Alpheridies? I'm just curious, really."
Ervisa puffed idly at her rather large cigar, rolling the smoke around her mouth as she readied an answer mentally. She didn't do that an awful lot, preferring to rely more heavily on a stream of consciousness, which may or may not have produced things socially acceptable to say around a kid.
She wasn't entirely sure what the circumstances here were, whether or not she was being admired as some sort of interesting older Mirialan, gifted with a wealth of experience and abilities, or whether she was simply being scrutinized for illegal activity. Somehow she doubted it was the latter, but she wasn't sure of exactly what was going on.
If she was being admired... Well then, the kid had a funny idea of who to look up too. But perhaps it was just simple curiosity, in which case she wasn't sure precisely how much to oblige it. She had a select few real stories she didn't mind sharing, but there were a lot of details from her past that she wasn't about to reveal, and most of the time she made it all up on the spot anyway.
But her business was the question for now, and that one could be answered perfectly honestly-
"Oh, uh, by the way, my name's Jia."
"Ervisa," the other Mirialan introduced herself with a jaunty salute and a perfect ring of smoke blown from her lips.
"And nothing exciting brought me here. Just commercial shipping. I'm a pilot." Ervisa ran one green hand across her hair, ending with the tip of her braid. She toyed with it, batting it very much like a bored cat would play with a string. It was an almost disinterested movement.
"Fly from A to B, get paid, do lots of things you should never start... It's not a bad life really, just a little different."
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Cotton candy, sweet and low, let me see that tootsie roll!
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Post by Apillis on Dec 23, 2011 18:32:51 GMT -5
After having a long discussion with the city official she was meeting with who worked in behalf of the Council that governs the Miraluka of Alpheridies, Rin finally stepped out of the building. Yet took immediate notice that Jia was not there. First taking in a deep breath and letting out a long exhale, she went on to look for her easily-distracted-by-her-own-curiosity Padawan learner. Privately Rin found Jia's somewhat childish curiosity endearing and even cute, though she would never admit that aloud. Yet, as Jia's master, that curiosity can prove to be a little annoying... or even a lot pending what the girl's curiosity has lead her to.
These days by Rin's appearance one would think she were just any other Miraluka woman in the crowd. Wearing a white blindfold with the cowl of her simple white tunic drawn to cover even her humble, plain white blindfold. The rest of her ensemble were just plain white fitted pants tucked into ordinary brown leather boots. All that really proved her to be a Jedi by appearance was her double-bladed lightsaber clipped to her Jedi utility belt that is fastened snuggly around her slim waist.
Yet despite Jia's haplessness prone nature driven by her curiosity, it only took Rin a second after asking herself, "What would Jia do?", to figure--she inevitably went to the park. Thus that is where Rin walked to, but only after she first took in a deep inhale and let out a long exhale.
For a short spell Rin walked the paths of the park until she saw through the incorporeal a pair auras strong in the Force, and one was all too familiar to her while the other was unknown to her. She approached the two, through the Force she saw the unknown to her is a Mirialan--Jia's own species. A unique sighting on Alpheridies no doubt. Following the traces of the Force via her incorporeal sight, she took notice to the blaster... and the lightsaber. Her right eyebrow arched in response to this.
It is not too much to say in the least that Rin's aloof personality with her blunt countenance and mannerisms only seems to fuel or heighten the perspective of her severity. Rin was not there to catch the full conversation only just the last little bit, to which she uttered in her normal tone of voice which always seems to often have that certain severity in disposition--but with that severity in this case her tone also bleed with sarcasm, "No doubt a lightsaber and a blaster is standard carry on items for a humble commercial pilot."
With her blunt, flat monotone and maintaining her general wooden expression, Rin went on to say, "I suppose as a commercial pilot... you are 'freelance', yes?", while stressing the word 'freelance' she gestured with air quotes. Having spent most of her life as the Padawan of a Jedi Shadow who was also the Jedi Watchman of the Abron system before her, during those travels and having been around fringe elements often as a result--she long learned to spot a smuggler when she saw one.
There was a definitive policy the Jedi Order has in regards to those who leave the Order and their lightsaber. Rin's composure was certainly a stern one, though her strictness with Jedi policy some could call... unique.
"What exactly is one of your current employ doing with a Jedi weapon?"
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I am Error
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Ah, I see you've decided to go psycho. Godspeed.
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Post by Dee on Dec 24, 2011 2:19:45 GMT -5
The girl's nose tickled slightly as the smell of cigar smoke hit her nostrils. The older woman seemed to be considering her answer for a moment. Hopefully Jia hadn't unintentionally crossed a line.
"Ervisa." She spoke first with her name, followed by a salute which made the younger girl grin. "And nothing exciting brought me here. Just commercial shipping. I'm a pilot. Fly from A to B, get paid, do lots of things you should never start... It's not a bad life really, just a little different."
Jia wondered what a life like that must be like. She had never known anything but the Jedi Order and life within it. Nothing else had even been considered an option in her mind. She was going to be a Jedi. It had been what she wanted for as long as she could remember, and that wasn't going to change. That didn't mean she couldn't be intrigued though...
"It must be kinda nice. You get to travel and see all sorts of places and people. I guess like you said, it's a little different, but, well... Interesting. And exciting? It seems like it'd be, anyway. I guess you would know better than me." Though she hadn't come out and said it just yet, Jia was really hoping to hear about some of the things Ervisa had done. With all those tattoos of her's, it was guaranteed that she had been through a lot and done some pretty significant things with her time. Hopefully she would be willing to share some of them with a curious padawan.
She was distracted as she felt Rin's approach before she saw it. She looked over in her master's direction and smiled brightly as she saw her walking over. "Hi, Rin." She greeted her when she was close enough. That smile of her's faded slowly as she saw the look of severity on her face, and felt suspicion through their bond. Rin being serious was not exactly an uncommon thing, but the girl knew who it was focused at and why.
"No doubt a lightsaber and a blaster is standard carry on items for a humble commercial pilot." Sarcasm the girl was all too familiar with. She gave a quick glance to Ervisa before looking back in Rin's direction. "I suppose as a commercial pilot... you are 'freelance', yes?" That time she even used air quotes. Rin wasn't hiding how she felt at all. Not that her padawan would have expected her to in the slightest.
Jia wasn't completely oblivious. The thought had occurred to her that this woman, Ervisa, as she now knew her as, could have been involved in something illegal before. Maybe multiple somethings. It was mostly the fact that she chose to carry not just one, but two weapons, one that technically she shouldn't have even had anymore, that made Jia consider the idea. Traditionally, it was one of the responsibilities of a Jedi to deal with people like that. Not that she would have actually considered doing anything of the sort in this case.
What exactly could she have done anyway, even if she had wanted to? The older Mirialan was doing nothing wrong. She was friendly, and Jia couldn't sense any malicious or dark feelings from her. It was hard to imagine she could be a bad person who would be deserving of any action being taken against her. Rin... may have felt differently. She was already distrusting of her. Jia could only hope things wouldn't come to that.
"What exactly is one of your current employ doing with a Jedi weapon?"
"She's, uh..." Jia started to explain, but trailed off as she glanced to Ervisa. It wasn't really her place to share that information. It was better to let her answer herself, the way she wanted to. So for now, Jia just gave the older green skinned woman an apologetic look, and stayed quiet.
(( Edit: Oops. Missed some code. ))
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 24, 2011 3:09:12 GMT -5
"It must be kinda nice. You get to travel and see all sorts of places and people. I guess like you said, it's a little different, but, well... Interesting. And exciting? It seems like it'd be, anyway. I guess you would know better than me."
Ervisa smiled indulgingly around her cigar, certain she had an idea of where this was going now. She, Ervisa Therani, was being looked up to by a kid. This was actually a first. Maybe it was the confidence, or maybe it was all the tattoos, but something about her resounded with the Mirialan girl. That was actually pretty cute to be honest.
She was just so curious and eager, with just enough resemblance to a young Ervisa Therani that she found it quite intriguing. And it wasn't boring on her end either, she had to admit she was a little curious about how exactly the Jedi Order was running nowadays with the war the way it was.
However, before the Mirialana ex-Jedi could reply with a quick description of her favorite travel destinations, another voice intruded.
"No doubt a lightsaber and a blaster is standard carry on items for a humble commercial pilot."
Ervisa turned to see the voice was paired with a rather stern Jedi, a Miraluka who was likely Jia's master. Her voice was severe and dripping with a level of sarcasm she didn't know came with those Jedi robes. That certainly defied her expectations for proper Jedi conduct. Maybe she'd been gone longer than she'd thought...
"I suppose as a commercial pilot... you are 'freelance', yes?"
Freelance was put into air quotes, signifying yet another layer of sarcasm and doubt. Freelance wasn't quite the term to describe her at the moment. She was with a crew, which was as stable as it went for her. And the crew was freelance. Did that make her freelance? Eh, maybe?
Regardless of what she was and was not, she didn't like the way it was phrased. It felt like an insult.
"What exactly is one of your current employ doing with a Jedi weapon?"
"Steady on Robocop," Ervisa said holding up a tattooed hand in a 'stop' gesture. "Who pissed in your power supply?"
The Mirialan woman blew another smoke ring and folded one leg over the other, tapping the heel of her brown lace-up boot up against the stone rim of the fountain. Everything, from her voice to her body language, indicated she was perfectly calm and at ease. Some part of Ervisa hoped that would bother the Jedi.
"Order took my lightsaber when I left years ago. I had a little run-in with some Dark Jedi and I built a new one just in case. it lights my cigars and opens especially difficult jars. So no, I'm not the newest Dark Lord of the Sith come to spread mayhem and evil on your doorstep."
Ervisa rummaged through her duffel bag with one hand for a few seconds until she found her goal, a can of beer. She popped the seal on it and raised it to her lips, managing both it and her smoldering cigar in one hand.
"Now I was having a great little conversation with your Padawan here. If you'd like you can be the verbal chaperone so I don't corrupt her virgin ears. Beer?" Ervisa abruptly waved another can of alcohol in leisurely circles, rather confident the offering would be denied.
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Post by Apillis on Dec 24, 2011 7:51:50 GMT -5
"Steady on Robocop. Who pissed in your power supply?
Order took my lightsaber when I left years ago. I had a little run-in with some Dark Jedi and I built a new one just in case. it lights my cigars and opens especially difficult jars. So no, I'm not the newest Dark Lord of the Sith come to spread mayhem and evil on your doorstep.
Now I was having a great little conversation with your Padawan here. If you'd like you can be the verbal chaperone so I don't corrupt her virgin ears. Beer?"
"Hmph.", Rin scoffed a dash undaunted by the former Jedi suspected smuggler's retorts and jabs of her own. The truth of the matter is, Rin was never exactly worried, because she knew if Jia was willing to be chatty with someone--then they were not an evil or malicious person. No, Rin held absolutely zero trust in this ex-Jedi, and Rin had never been a shy one in regards to how she viewed someone either by her disposition or just outright stating it. It is one of the leading reasons within the Order she is seen as a bit of a blunt object.
However, in contrast--her faith and trust in Jia is absolute.
Her contemporaries at the Culu Memorial Center see her as being a little too trusting of her Padawan-learner than a master perhaps should be. Albeit, such criticisisms Rin had always been one to ignore--and outright dismissed them out of hand never bothering to approach the subject.
Utterly deadpan Rin responded with, "I don't care."
Which is true, she did not care. Not even a little. Who was this ex-Jedi? Rin did not care. Why did this ex-Jedi leave the Order? Rin did not care. How did this ex-Jedi managed to get a lightsaber? Again, Rin did not care. All she cared about was someone who abandoned the Order for the fringe elements--the dregs of society as she sees them--has a lightsaber.
Her severity and sternness did not diminish in the least as she went on to clarify, "I will be blunt", as if she had not been already, and with her quite direct nature an intensity to her person and words often seem to be with her, "When people see that weapon on you. It marks you as a Jedi to them, they do not know you left the Order for whatever reasons they may have been. Petty or justified in your eyes--I don't care.
"It is obvious to my sight that you are not of the dark side. And if you were someone of a malicious nature, Jia would not be so talkative with you.
"Now understand this--just because you left the Order does not mean when people see you do any sort of illegal activity, bring any form of harm to anyone--intentional or otherwise, that they will not see you as a Jedi because of that lightsaber. In fact, they will see you as a Jedi because of that lightsaber. Thus, your actions still reflect upon the Order like it would any other Jedi. That is one of the reasons why when leaving the Order, it is both a formality and tradition that they abandon their lightsaber altogether. They are no longer Jedi and should not be marked as one.
"After all, how can one truly have claimed to have left the Order when they are still so hopelessly dependent upon one of the most iconic aspects of what it is to be Jedi. It's like leaving home only to rent out your parents' basement, and then claim 'to be living by yourself'.
"Now that said, I never had any intention of taking that lightsaber from you, even if it were the one you made as a Jedi", but the natural severity in her countenance, demeanor, and voice became a dash sharper as she clarified, "Yet, should I learn of a Mirialan 'freelance commercial pilot' with a lightsaber is engaged in illegal activity here. I will come for you, and I will take it away from you. And I will not ask."
She then begun setting her wrist comlink for its alarm to go off in two hours while stating to Jia with her strict tone, "In two hours I have a meeting with the Miraluka Council. You will be there. If you are late... again... you know the drill. Training excerises will be increased by double from the last time. No groaning, no grumbling, no playing sick or injured, no wounded-puppy-dog-eyes. None of that. You will just do it."
As she turned her back to them she uttered to the ex-Jedi, "Have a good rest of the day, Spacer.", then continued on her way to carry out the rest of her duties.
To say that Rin is a bit unorthodox is an understatement. She is what the Order internally call a grey Jedi through and through. Many mistake the term for the logic fallacy of a Jedi or Force-user who switches and/or uses both the light and dark sides respectively, though no such person truly exists; or that they are some detached from both the light and dark side and are just somewhere inbetween. But when Jedi use the term amongst themselves within the Order to decribe another Jedi of the Order, they mean it as a Jedi who does not completely adhere to--or follows their own take on the Jedi code and tenets and/or not always or completely adhering to the will of the Jedi Council.
That is what Jedi of the Order know as 'grey Jedi', and Rin is one completely--often leaving everything to a momentary judgment call or her own interpretation of the codes and tenets to do what she deduces to be the right course of action, everything else be damned. And thus refusing to take a strict traditional view of the tenets and code, which is somewhat contradictory for someone with such a severe personality.
A traditional Jedi would have treated the situation definitely than her, but she never claimed to be a proper Jedi and is often the first to say she is not, and will often stubbornly deviate from what is the more traditional and hardline path.
A perfect example again being, a traditional Jedi would never afford the amount of trust to Jia that Rin is so easily willing to give her. There is a reason why Rin is so trusting of the girl, but she dare not ever utter what it is--in fear of it...
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Dee
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Post by Dee on Dec 29, 2011 23:11:59 GMT -5
"Steady on Robocop. Who pissed in your power supply?[/i]
Jia cringed slightly as Ervisa fired back at Rin's blunt sarcasm. This was going to get awkward fast for the teenager. She didn't dare speak a word to interrupt or get in the middle of things. That wouldn't help anything and might've even made things worse. All that could be done at this point was to see how the two women's interaction would play out. And of course, to hope she didn't get dragged into it...
"Now I was having a great little conversation with your Padawan here. If you'd like you can be the verbal chaperone so I don't corrupt her virgin ears. Beer?"
Jia instinctively glanced at the ground and rubbed the back of her neck as her feet shifted slightly. For some reason the teenager found the quick focus on her to be a little embarrassing. Rin started to reply, and her young padawan already knew it wasn't going to be a very amiable response.
She stayed completely quiet the entire time the two spoke, occasionally giving quick glances over in Ervisa's direction to make sure she didn't look like she was ready to snap, or storm off. Rin was a strong, aggressive personality, and for all Jia knew, Ervisa may have had some of that in her as well. Though from the girl's perspective, it looked like Ervisa was pretty calm about it the whole time. Jia only kept hoping that it would hold out, and that some of the tension wouldn't suddenly explode due to any particularly insulting remarks from either side.
Jia tensed as Rin's attention was turned on her. She knew the moment it happened, even without her master using any physical cues. "In two hours I have a meeting with the Miraluka Council. You will be there. If you are late... again... you know the drill. Training exercises will be increased by double from the last time. No groaning, no grumbling, no playing sick or injured, no wounded-puppy-dog-eyes. None of that. You will just do it." Jia nodded immediately to acknowledge that she understood. Very well.
That blue eyed gaze followed Rin as she said her parting words to Ervisa and began to walk away. Jia silently groaned in her head. She wasn't lazy in the slightest, but Rin nearly killed her last time with all the physical training she made her do. Just the idea of doing double of that made every muscle in her body ache.
As Rin began to disappear off into the distance Jia looked back at the other Mirialan and smiled slightly with a hint of clear nervousness, still unsure how Ervisa was going to react to that incredibly friendly meeting that had just occured. "Uh, I'm sorry if you feel attacked, or anything like that. She's pretty blunt." Right, as if Ervisa hadn't figured that out on her own... "I guess you probably weren't expecting that." She was honestly sorry if the older woman felt insulted and that much was clear, but nothing about her tone suggested that she was embarrassed, or annoyed, or even surprised by the way her Master chose to handle things.
Jia may have apologized for Ervisa feeling attacked or annoyed, and was genuinely concerned about the possibility, but she wouldn't apologize for Rin being herself. Rin was who she was, and Jia adored and respected her. She'd gotten attached fairly quickly, and she would never expect or want her to be anyone different. She was used to Rin's mannerisms and expected her to act in certain ways, but she understood that not everyone did. Jia really wanted to get to know the older Mirialan better, and hoped that she had thick enough skin, and wasn't bothered or driven away by what had happened.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 30, 2011 12:26:40 GMT -5
Ervisa folded her arms and sighed as the Jedi gave her an annoyingly pretentious rant that reminded her of every reason she was glad to have left the order. This woman had a pole up her ass so badly that the Mirialan was completely taken by surprise it wasn't extending out her yammering mouth. And she was sorely tempted to interject and say so.
Instead she kept her tongue still and lowered herself back down to a comfortable position sprawled out along the rim of the fountain, hands behind her head with fingers comfortably interlaced and a cigar perched on the corner of her mouth that she leisurely took puffs of. On the whole, she looked exactly as if she was ignoring the woman. And for good reason: she essentially was.
Yes, she took note of certain things, but she tried not let them affect her, preferring instead to stare up at the oddly shaped clouds in the sky. Yes. Clouds. It was amazing what some of them looked like sometimes, from Mon Calamari ships to giant amoebas, different worlds produced different clouds hanging lazily in the sky. Ervisa was content to lie lazily on the ground, only half paying attention to this Jedi. Hell, the most she did focus on was the can of beer, opening the pop top and savoring the hoppy aroma.
Two things did sink in. One was the threat. A promise to come and steal her lightsaber if she did anything ‘illegal.’ Now that wasn’t something she was too pleased with. Not pleased at all to be quite honest. If she wanted to do something she damned well would, without asking permission from this stuck up woman. Quite calmly as means of a response, Ervisa extended her middle finger and scratched her nose with it. That was all she really had to say about that.
The second thing that she found noteworthy was that this Jedi wasn’t yanking away her Padawan and hauling her off to dreary boredom to get her away from this disruptive bad influence. Oh no. She seemed perfectly willing to threaten the girl with punishments galore, but not to simply pull her away. It was hard to understand why this unyielding woman was simply walking away. Certainly when Ervisa was a Jedi she wouldn’t have left her Padawan alone with a stranger she didn’t like.
Her Padawan. Ervisa winced internally as the sense of helplessness gripped her again, the same sense that always happened when his death sprang into her mind unbidden. Her neck tensed up, and her skin felt like it was crawling of its own accord. Hurriedly she sat up and downed the entire beer in a gulp, hoping the alcohol would dull the sensation and put her at ease again, the way it always did.
The Mirialan rifled through her duffel in search of a second beer, and when she found it she looked up to see the stiff Jedi had wandered off to be caustic elsewhere. Mercifully.
"Uh, I'm sorry if you feel attacked, or anything like that. She's pretty blunt... I guess you probably weren't expecting that."
"Really? Hadn't noticed," Ervisa said sarcastically as she tapped built-up ash off of her cigar's tip and onto the floor. But the sarcasm didn't last.
"That woman needs to get laid in the worst way. A good shagging would loosen her up a lot. Maybe pull the stick out her ass a bit."
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Ah, I see you've decided to go psycho. Godspeed.
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Dec 31, 2011 23:19:23 GMT -5
Post by Dee on Dec 31, 2011 23:19:23 GMT -5
"Really? Hadn't noticed." Jia shifted her weight with a shuffle of her feet at the older Mirialan's sarcastic reply. Yeah. She'd done a great job there of pointing out the obvious. Though Ervisa had looked calm and even acted like she was ignoring Rin for almost the entire time, she clearly wasn't, because she clearly wasn't happy about some of the things her master said, and Jia couldn't really blame her for that.
"That woman needs to get laid in the worst way. A good shagging would loosen her up a lot. Maybe pull the stick out her ass a bit."[/color] No sarcasm there... but that didn't really change the obvious overall tone. Jia felt a tinge of defensiveness at the back of her mind at Ervisa's last spoken sentence, but it was very quickly overpowered by an entirely different emotion.
"Uh." The girl clearly had no idea how to respond after that one. Her eyes were unable to focus on any one thing as her mind slowly searched for a reply. She felt warmth hit her face as her cheeks flushed and immediately lowered her gaze to the ground as if that would somehow hide it. After taking a moment to compose herself she lifted her head and focused her eyes onto Ervisa again.
"She's a good person, and she really cares about keeping Alpheridies safe. Being sociable just... isn't really her thing." Well, with other people anyway. When it was just her and Jia, Rin was much more talkative, and a little less harsh about pretty much everything. She guessed that wasn't really relevant to what just happened though, and so she didn't vocalize it.
"She didn't actually do anything, or make me leave, so that at least means that she doesn't think that badly of you. She knows I wouldn't stop and talk with someone like this unless I could tell they weren't a bad person." Yet another one of those small smiles that Jia had an infinite amount to offer formed on her face. She was trying to lighten the mood again, and maybe cause the conversation to be led away from what had just occurred, and back to where it was headed before.
Jia herself at least didn't seem swayed in her interest, or in her opinion of Ervisa. She looked to be just as curious as she was before, but still trying to shake off the feeling of discomfort caused by the quick conflict, and the words spoken afterward.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jan 1, 2012 2:46:16 GMT -5
"Uh."
Ervisa pressed her lips together a bit tighter as she realized she'd just messed with those virgin ears. Sex was something she was rather intimate with, and a roll in the hay was just a fact of life to her, like eating lunch or tying her boots in the morning. To Jia... Sex was bound to be a forbidden fruit, something strictly off limits. Maybe she snuck little thoughts about it at times, or she was a little frightened of it.
One thing was for sure. Her cheeks were flushed and she was avoiding eye contact.
The older Mirialan sighed. She really hadn't meant to cause that reaction. For a minute she'd forgotten she was talking to a Jedi, and lapsed into the way she normally was. It had been so long since she'd actually talked with a Jedi...
"She's a good person, and she really cares about keeping Alpheridies safe. Being sociable just... isn't really her thing."
Yeah, she supposed that was true. She'd never met a Jedi who wasn't a good person interested in keeping the galaxy safe. The problem was that some were just hopelessly stuck up and stiff. The Order didn't expose its members to the galaxy well enough, with precisely this result.
Well, Ervisa Therani wasn't in charge of policies for the Jedi Order. Hell, she wasn't in charge of anything, she was just one gypsy pilot roaming around the universe, and in the grand scheme of things she really didn't matter. And that, she had to admit, kind of sucked.
"She didn't actually do anything, or make me leave, so that at least means that she doesn't think that badly of you. She knows I wouldn't stop and talk with someone like this unless I could tell they weren't a bad person."
"Heh, bad person," Ervisa chuckled between puffs from her cigar, "I'm not exactly a good person honey. Wanted felon. I'm a drunk. I smoke to excess, and I jump into bed with only the slightest provocation. So you could say I'm a bad person."
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Ah, I see you've decided to go psycho. Godspeed.
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Post by Dee on Jan 2, 2012 4:25:09 GMT -5
"Heh, bad person. I'm not exactly a good person honey. Wanted felon. I'm a drunk. I smoke to excess, and I jump into bed with only the slightest provocation. So you could say I'm a bad person."[/i]
The smile remained on Jia's face as she shuffled her feet slightly. Her eyes were unfocused for a moment as she disappeared into thought, though it may have been hard to see past the goggles she still wore.
Everything she had ever been taught told her that people like Ervisa were just as she said, bad people. It didn't matter why they did what they did, they still broke the law and there was nothing acceptable about that. Yet Jia couldn't believe that about the older Mirialan.
There was nothing dark about Ervisa. She wasn't evil, and Jia knew it. A girl who could feel emotions and sense natures in others as easily as she could was likely to run into a situation like this sooner or later. Maybe the former Jedi sitting in front of her wasn't the pinnacle of good morals, but she wasn't a bad person either.
"I don't think you're a bad person. Maybe you've done some questionable things. Well... Actually I guess you have, since you just admitted to it. But I don't sense darkness in you. There's no malice. That counts for something." The teenager flashed a widened grin at the elder Mirialan, "Unless you're saying I should call my master back here. I could do that, if that's what you really want." Her tone and demeanor clearly marked her words as joking. If it wasn't clear before this point that padawan was able to look past Ervisa's 'profession' and admitted morally grey conduct, then it definitely was now.
"What exactly are you wanted for, anyway?" There it was again, that extremely curious tone in her voice. She probably should have been more cautious or wary about whatever the answer to that question would be. She didn't exactly expect it to be 'murdered a ton of innocent people' though, so she wasn't all that worried. "Or uh, maybe I shouldn't ask?" Then again, maybe not knowing was for the best...
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jan 2, 2012 12:53:13 GMT -5
"I don't think you're a bad person. Maybe you've done some questionable things. Well... Actually I guess you have, since you just admitted to it. But I don't sense darkness in you. There's no malice. That counts for something."
Ervisa smiled thinly, pulling her cigar away from her lips. Well there was some good news. It really helped to know that just because she'd left the Order she wasn't a 'bad' person, even if by all rights she should have been. But here she was, being put onto the proverbial nice list by a Jedi.
Of course Jia wasn't exactly the typical Jedi herself, as was clearly shown by the fact she was willing to be right there with Ervisa. Of course, she wasn't sitting down, which was probably a little uncomfortable. The Mirialan woman made a mental note to invite her to be seated when she had an opening.
"Unless you're saying I should call my master back here. I could do that, if that's what you really want."
Ervisa laughed at that, merry peals of mirth echoing out from her. Now that was rich. Call that woman back, now there was an idea. A bad one, but still an idea! More importantly, it showed this Jedi had a good sense of humor, which was both fortunate and surprising. With such a bland and rigid master it was a real stroke of luck the Padawan hadn't turned into a little mini-me. Hell, maybe she'd even impact her Master in a beneficial way, certainly Ervisa herself had been changed for good by her Padawan. Because she knew him she'd become a richer and better person.
Losing him had been too much to bear, and she'd left, lost without him.
"What exactly are you wanted for, anyway? Or uh, maybe I shouldn't ask?"
That was actually a well-timed question, diverting Ervisa's mind away from her Padawan and onto more recent events. Well, maybe six years ago or so, but more recent than her Jedi years.
"Glad you asked," Ervisa said with a twinkle in her eye. "So first off, you see these tattoos on my left arm and shoulder? Earned 'em for this."
The Mirialan woman gestured to the length of her left arm with her right, showing off the dark tattoos she was rather proud of.
"Now, it all started when I took a freelance pilot job for a ship crew who'd lost their pilot- Oh, and you might want to sit down, it ain't a short story sugar. Thousand credits up front with another on delivery, how could a girl refuse that? Now I didn't ask any questions about the cargo, because I didn't want to know. 'Course the ship was called 'The Merchant of Menace,' so I really could have guessed if I'd wanted to."
Ervisa paused her story to take a puff of her cigar, rolling the smoke around in her mouth, savoring the spicy feel of it on her tongue before finally blowing it out in a reasonably good ring, considerately away from her guest.
"So as it turns out, Rodians don't like smugglers under the best of circumstances, and weapons smugglers are even worse off in their opinion. So the next thing I know, cuffs are on my hands and I'm in a police interrogation room. Now if I know anything, it's how to gun for an insanity plea in court, so while the detectives are waiting for me, I unbraid my hair and put it up into these big whopping Alderaanian cinnamon buns, and I put on my best royal face. Cops come in and I tell them I'm an Alderaanian princess on a diplomatic mission for the Republic of the highest importance. So then they ask me all kinds of questions about the arms shipment, and I keep playing my part. Thought for sure I had this one in the bag...
Ervisa took another break from her story, this time for a swig of beer, that quickly turned into draining the can. This story would be better buzzed anyway.
"So then they ship us all off to the court, and they start the trial. I've still got my hair in these ridiculous buns and I'm sticking my nose way up in the air, but it doesn't do any good. Rodians apparently like nothing but hard facts in their trials, and I was piloting in a smuggler's crew. So bam, like a ton of bricks they throw out these sentences. Now I guess in some bizarre way they thought it was fair to give us all the same one, which was twenty years without the possibility of parole. I'd have been almost fifty years old by the time I got out from that one, and I wasn't too keen on it.
I get into this prison cell, and I'm both really lucky and really unlucky. It's a third-rate place like a hovel, the Tatooine of the prison world. The walls are stone and the floor is too, with dirt below it. Now I see myself an opportunity here, so I steal a spoon and take my panties off, wrap them around my nose and mouth as a filter, pry off a stone panel, and start tunneling. Luckily I was in an outer cell, so it only took me one year to make my escape. Soon as I got out I beat down a guard, hotwired a speeder, and made for the evidence lockers. Got my lightsaber back and got the hell off of Rodia.
And that my dear, is the story of why Ervisa Therani is a wanted felon."
The older Mirialan rose and bowed theatrically, with a slight twirl of her wrist in the interests of showmanship. Then she returned to her seat and tapped the excess ash off of her cigar.
"So how 'bout you honey, how'd you become a Jedi?"
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Post by Dee on Jan 3, 2012 1:38:18 GMT -5
"Glad you asked."[/i] Jia wasn't entirely certain that she was anymore. Was it really the best idea for a Padawan to actually be talking to an admitted criminal about the crimes she committed? For all she knew, this was going to get her into major trouble. But there was really no way she was going to be able to shake off the intrigue. "So first off, you see these tattoos on my left arm and shoulder? Earned 'em for this."[/i] That seemed to really get the girl's attention. She'd looked uncertain before but now her eyebrows had raised and her eyes widened very slightly, the clear signs of her curiosity shamelessly taking over all else.
"Now, it all started when I took a freelance pilot job for a ship crew who'd lost their pilot- Oh, and you might want to sit down, it ain't a short story sugar..."[/i]
She nodded and stepped over to take a seat on the edge of the fountain next to Ervisa. She sat cross-legged, her body turned toward and facing the older Mirialan as she spoke. She looked like a little kid attentively listening during story time.
"...'Course the ship was called 'The Merchant of Menace,' so I really could have guessed if I'd wanted to."[/i]
"I guess with a name like that, they weren't even really trying to be subtle." She commented briefly on the completely non-suspicious ship name, but didn't say much more so she wouldn't further interrupt the story. It had started out fairly normal, but Jia was pretty certain that things were going to get crazier. There was no way that Ervisa would be so pleased to tell a story that played out in a dull way. Not to mention, she had earned tattoos from this. This was definitely going to get exciting.
"Now if I know anything, it's how to gun for an insanity plea in court, so while the detectives are waiting for me, I unbraid my hair and put it up into these big whopping Alderaanian cinnamon buns, and I put on my best royal face. Cops come in and I tell them I'm an Alderaanian princess on a diplomatic mission for the Republic of the highest importance."[/color]
Jia laughed. The picture she had in her mind of that was too funny for her not to. She could just see Ervisa sitting there with her hair up in two huge buns, talking in some exaggerated noble accent. The older Mirialan paused briefly to finish off her beer, and Jia patiently waited. She wanted to hear more. It was one of those 'how could this possibly get any worse or crazier? I must know!' moments. Jia may have been very familiar with those moments. The way Ervisa told her story was key too, and was keeping the teenager focused and interested the entire time. It was as if she had storytelling down to an art.
As Ervisa got further into her tale, the changes in Jia's emotions were easily seen in her expression. Similarly to the way a person might become emotionally invested in the fate of a main character in a fictional story, wondering just how they were going to get themselves out of a bad situation they had just landed themselves in. Her jaw even dropped slightly in surprise as the ex-Jedi explained her escape. A spoon? No way...
"And that my dear, is the story of why Ervisa Therani is a wanted felon." Jia smiled and laughed a little at Ervisa's theatrical bow. Well, she'd assumed right. That story had gotten pretty eventful. Jia was still amazed by that method of escape. Could it really have been true? The girl was about to start firing away with questions, but the older woman spoke up first, "So how 'bout you honey, how'd you become a Jedi?"[/color]
Jia blinked as the conversation shifted suddenly to being about her. "Oh. Uh, well. That's not really as eventful as the story you just told. Pretty typical actually. I got taken in by the Order when I was really young. I don't really remember life before then. Just vague, blurry memories of my family. It's almost like remembering a dream. I got picked to be a Padawan by my first master when I was twelve. I just barely made it." She glanced away for a brief moment before focusing back on Ervisa. "I'm almost halfway through my training now and doing the best I can. Like I said, pretty normal."
"I don't think anything I tell you about myself is gonna be that interesting. I haven't really done anything too significant. You can probably tell already from these." She motioned with her hand to her tattoos, the line of small alternating triangles that curved underneath her left eye. "Not too many. No where near as many as you have. I didn't even really start giving them to myself until a few years ago."
She paused for a moment before suddenly blurting out, "Wait... So... With a spoon. Just a spoon." Apparently her mind was still stuck on that detail of Ervisa's story. It sounded completely crazy, but it was also pretty amazing. Now suddenly, Ervisa was pummeled with questions from a very curious girl, "How'd you even manage to do that? And how did you not get caught? Did they ever send anyone after you?"
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Jan 3, 2012 2:59:56 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jan 3, 2012 2:59:56 GMT -5
Ervisa nodded attentively as she listened to Jia's Jedi story, which had a great deal in common with her own. Well, just about everything really. She'd been selected earlier than the teenager, thanks to her precocious swordsmanship, later honed by a very capable Echani Guardian. Whether he was still around or not she didn't know, but she was inclined to think so. She resisted the urge to ask though for good reason. It was a page in her past best left unopened, and the odds of one Padawan knowing a Knight from all those years ago was pretty low indeed.
When the issue of tattoos came up, a few more memories had come back. She'd gotten one patch up her cheek for her selection as Padawan, which was something they had in common. The girl's was of a different pattern and orientation, but it was still very similar. Dark ink on green skin, a common, uniting bond of every Mirialan, a way to measure success and achievements.
"Don't worry," Ervisa said around her cigar, "There will be many more tattoos in your life." It was true too, everyone started all the same, and they'd been on even footing at the same point in life.
But Jia moved on from that, and back onto her escape. Ervisa had to admit, it really was an experience worth discussing, fascinating in that it seemed so very improbable and unrealistic, yet was beautifully true. Now that was the best kind of story in life, the kind that seemed fake in a bad way.
"Yes," The Mirialan woman nodded, dropping the butt of her cigar onto the floor and stepping on it with her toe. "With a spoon and a pair of panties. Like I said, it took me a year but I made it."
She leaned forward towards the girl and winked, before speaking in a hushed tone. "You'd better believe they came after me..."
Ervisa stretched her back very much like a sleepy cat, and reached high up into the air before coming back down into a normal seated position, tantalizing with the intermission.
"Yeah, they sent people after me. Locked the ports down pretty tight, with people checking for papers. Luckily I'd ditched the prison uniform a while back and hoofed it over the hills to get into one of their cities. Never could pronounce the name of it. Luckily I had my lightsaber, because a whole squad of cops chased me down an alley. I ducked into this coffee shop, ran straight to the bathroom, locked the door, and cut my way into the bakery next door. Gave them a good slip and made it to a cantina. Played the best hands of Sabacc in my whole life, and won passage off the planet. Ever since then, I avoid Rodia. But, I do have to admit I'm a little curious what my bounty is."
Ervisa smiled at the memory of what had been troubling and alarming at the time, but was now just another bullet in her arsenal of experiences. Yeah, she'd crammed a lot into 34 years of life, and despite all the things she'd change given the chance... there were a few things she wouldn't.
"Any, uh, other questions sugar?"
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