Early in the day(Shinska,fromikeable, Reisier)

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

"Your last two years have been for nothing" those words echoed in Gharassk's mind. Then he was back to the day that he faced his master with all the events that happened that day the same but one, Gharassk turned to the dark-side with his master because of the last two years of his training being by a Dark Jedi.
Gharassk woke up from his odd dream, he thought he was being told that he should unlearn what he had learned and then relearn it to make sure it was right.

Gharassk lie in bed looking at the ceiling and then sat up placing his face into his hand cleaning his out his eyes. Then called to one of the data pads across the room to him self checking the time on it being just past midnight he let out a sigh as he slid out of bed tossing the data pad back onto the desk then stopping it from hitting the wall and slowly sat it back down on the desk with the force. He looked down at his red upper body then called his Blue Grey robes to him as he walked into the bath room area. It took about 15 minutes for the Togruta to get ready then walked up to his door picking up his lightsaber he wanted to maybe get some lightsaber training in later on in the day, then he left his small room and entered into the halls of the Temple.

Gharassk's Blue Grey robes blended into the stone walls of the Temple where as the other brown and tan robes of the other Jedi seemed to stand out. Gharassk's walk to the food court was uneventful besides the few Jedi that where awake and in the halls. Once in the food court Gharassk eat a small meal the food court was Evan more empty then the rest of the Temple there was only one other in the room besides Gharassk himself He would have talked but decided not to. He just studied a Holo book he had copied from the Archives and drank his juice.

(OCC- if you want Shinska or fromikeable your Jedi can be the one in the lunch room)

[Fromikeable]

Vance slowly rubbed his eyes as he entered the food court. When he had woken up to find that it was a tad before midnight, he had noticed his stomach growling, and designed to get some grub. He had donned a simple set of ropes for the sake of his decency, grabbed his saber (if he couldn't sleep, he may as well train), and walked out of his room hoping there was something tasty on the menu tonight.

Vance wasn't very surprised that he was up. Ever since taking on Tem as his new master, the padawan's mind had been abuzz with all manner of thinking; What will I learn? What is he like? Why the goggles? The questions pestered him night and day, and as he slowly managed to answer some of them to a small degree, he only found more and more awaiting his mind.

Vance entered the court and practically sprinted to the counter. He was ravenously hungry, and barely had to time to consider what he would prefer as he scooped food onto his tray. Sitting down near the counter, the padawan wolfed down his midnight meal in a flurry of hunger. When all was said and done, he had eaten three trays worth of assorted delicacies.

His physical hunger content, Vance curiously scanned the room. Aside from himself, one other person inhabited the food court. He was blue-robed Togruta, and by the looks of his general position and body language, he seemed deep in thought. At first, Vance considered if he should even consider talking to the other Jedi; it was, after all, the dead of night. But we're both up, the padawan decided, and he seems to have something on his mind. Maybe he could use someone to talk to.

Following that question was another; talk about what? The blue-robed Jedi seemed about Vance's age, and therefore Vance assumed that he too was a padawan. That's something.

As quietly as a large young man could do in absolute silence in a large room, Vance rose from his seat, turned in his tray, glass, and utensils to counter, and meandered over to the fellow padawan. Vance drew near, and looked over the young Jedi's shoulder for a moment, glancing at the holopad on the table. Deciding it would make for some simple conversation, Vance said "Greetings, my friend. Doing some late-night reading, eh?"

[shinska]

Ten year old Sea headed to the lunchroom and entered. There were a few others there already, but the girl ignored them all and grabbed a plate and went to a table to sit and eat in private. She wished she was a Padawan already, but she had to let the Force lead her and she couldn't just MAKE it happen. It had to be gently brought to her. The girl looked around and saw another Youngling as well as a Padawan and her heart raced. A Padawan here?! Padawans almost always never returned to the Temple. Sea gulped and looked back at her plate. What would she say to them? She didn't know either of them, but she knew their ranks. Sea took several deeps breaths and prepared herself to ask the question that had been eating at her. She grabbed her plate and went over to the table where she saw the Youngling and Padawan, "Excuse me, but is this seat taken?" Sea indicated a third seat and waited. She didn't want to sound rude by just sitting down, but she also didn't want to sound weak either.

The ten year old waited for a response and knew she may never get another chance at asking this question. One looked to be a Togruta and the other was human like herself. Togruta's were interesting. Sea had never really met one except for the ones she trained with and most certainly not a Padawan or Jedi Knight or Master. Sea remembered her near friend, Jai Danga. She wished he would return from his missions and spend time with her. It was him and his master that had found her, but Sea once again berated herself. The Force could not be made to change the way they wanted. It could only be done if the Force willed it. So Sea looked at the two males and waited. As the only female she was feeling a bit awkward at having asked to join them.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Gharassk had noticed the other Padawan enter the room, and had again thought better of talking at least until after he eight.
But it was not long after the other finished that he did approach Gharassk. Gharassk had felt him from behind but could not tell anything about the boy.
"Greetings, my friend. Doing some late-night reading, eh"
Gharhassk turned to the boy and responded to him.
Hello Brother, and yes studying about saber training.
And please Have a seat Brother, whats your name?
However the boy did not get his chance to respond to Gharassk's question for another what looked like a youngling came to the table and asked "Excuse me, but is this seat taken?"
No sister please have a seat, and your name is?
Gharassk was impressed at the others it was all to few who often would talk with any one that they did not have something to do with.

[Fromikeable]

Horst smiled at his new acquaintance's invitation. "Thanks." As he sat, he looked again at the other padawan. The Togruta seemed relaxed enough, but even still, Vance sensed a little conflict in him, like a distant memory, lingering but not surfacing. He knew the feeling.

"Saber training; of course," Vance shook his head a little when a youngling arrived at the table, and asked to sit. The Togruta answered her, and Vance kindly smiled and motioned her toward a chair at the other side of the table. As she sat, he observed her as well. She was human, and looked considerably younger than he, and had an intent look of interest on her face. At this Vance chuckled a little; he had always admired the simple views of the young, who saw the world for what it was, and hoped the Force would guide him so that he could keep a likewise vision on life.

As Vance sat, he resumed his thinking. Ooooooooookay. Now what? Deciding that basics were first, and that it would be awkward to have any sort of conversation if he didn't even know who he was conversing with. The Togruta beat him to it though, and asked both the humans their titles. Vance took the initiative; "Padawan Vance Asano; pleased to meet you." Vance waited for the youngling to introduce herself, and then added "And who might you be?"

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

((OOC...as Shinska hasn't been on for a while I'll write her out she can still post back if she returns.))

The new comer that just asked to sit after Gharassk aloud her to sit had been summoned by another Jedi master for what looked like an assignment.

See ya around, Gharassk though it odd for someone to come then go but he was sure it was important.

"Padawan Vance Asano; pleased to meet you. And who might you be?"

Gharassk Ran pleasure to meet you. Also for future record you need not tell me you tittle For we are all Brother's in the force.

Gharassk Ran thought it better to now lower the Data pad completely and speak with the other.

So your master away for the time being?

[Reisier]

She felt lighter than she had ever felt in her life – light-headed and cold and – the sky was spinning.

Her body slammed against the cold wall of the ship as she slid unto the floor, enveloped in complete agony. Her head was spinning, ears ringing – when did he manage to get around? Her head dropped slightly, she felt dizzy. The pressure upon her body increased with enough force that she felt her body twisting, caving upon itself. Her head jerked back, the force of another impact catching her by surprise as Anahid found herself thrown back and unto the ground. Air escaped her lungs in a quick burst, causing the woman to cough and hack in distress. Horror and panic replaced her previous surprise, and were now lodged in the back of her throat. She wanted to scream for help – ask another to come in, to get involved, to save her. And then, just as suddenly as it began, everything stopped. A trickle of warm blood ran down her face; Anahid breathed shakily, her right hand reaching back to press against the back of her head – it came away with sticky blood.

All of the sudden the universe seemed to collapse on her once more, her sight constricted, skin grating against the ground – at that moment, she knew it was over. Carja’s boot-clad foot pressed unto the back of her head, increasing the pressure ever so slightly. “Stupid Jedi…” A scream came – a voice she knew well, causing Carja to turn his attention away from her. Anahid closed her eyes as the maddening sequence erupted, guns crying through the night as bullets cut through the air. White flashes ricochet off the floor, illuminating the man’s twisted face. She didn’t focus on the inevitable or on how the weight of foreign body fell to the floor next to her; she didn’t focus on his pale skin, or his agape lips, not how his eyes watched her as his last breath was released, no, she just focused on how his gray eyes were shut and found peace in the darkness. She concentrated on an angelic tune that hummed from her lips to her ears instead of the heavy footsteps that returned her way. She tried to remember the name of the melody – it was so familiar but so surreal, like she was hearing the song of the mermaid echoed from the depths of a seashell.

“This is all your fault, you know –“ The voice spoke, making Anahid turn her head towards the figure above her, “You should’ve stayed down.” realization dawned mere seconds before the impact, “I. Hate. You.”

[/color] she wheezed, feeling more dirt than air rushing into her lungs. Carja’s foot cracked downward, boot colliding against the woman’s resting head – CRACK.[/i]
[/quote]
Anahid righted herself as she woke with a start, her body shaking, beads of sweat rolling down her neck – it was that dream again. Since Karem’s death three years ago, the dream had revisited her almost on a daily basis, haunting her in every way possible of what had been lived. The days she didn’t see him were fairly unusual – and he stood there with that cold detachment, that sickening grin, showing her exactly what had been – he had killed Karem. She breathed in slowly, heart pounding against her chest, attempting to calm herself – everything was okay. She glanced down to the crudely lit clock besides her bed – it was only a little past midnight.

Night had settled and so had its inescapable grasp – the streets had grown dark and quiet; the buzzing of laughter, voices, and traffic now becoming a distant memory. A public transport passed by, carrying frail, weary men, women, and children to their respective destinations. And while the routine of many ended, it seemed like the day of a few begun. It would be in a few minutes that the woman would rise from bed and proceed to make her way to the bathroom from where the distant sound of dripping water could be heard. Fifteen minutes later, the woman would reemerge, hair braided, face fresh, hands fumbling with her belt as she finished dressing in her Jedi robes. It had become her routine every night, but it never really got old. As usual Anahid pulled the door open, making her way out into the hall. She would then begin walking to nowhere in particular. Her lips would twist into a wry smile, fleeting momentarily across her features before an odd serenity would take over them once more. She would then walk for a couple of hours are her body relaxed, the pain and horror she had previously felt, forgotten with every step she would take. It would take hours before her body would relax and even longer before she felt her body ready to rest – so she walked, and she walked, and she walked, all without end.

Gentle steps followed one after another, the swing of her body brought in a single motion as Anahid walked deeper into the temple. It was as she neared the Lunch Room that an oddity caught her eye – light coming from inside. ‘Odd, I thought they closed much earlier than this…’ Anahid furrowed her brow slightly as she made her way inside. There, she found an oddity indeed – two padawans awake long-after hours. And while some Jedi may have reprimanded them, Anahid couldn’t help but smile – they were so young! What she wouldn’t give to return to that age – an age where she didn’t worry about the horrors of war and when her faith in the Force was much stronger. What she wouldn’t give to be like them once more.

Shaking her head, Anahid glanced upon them once more and this time cleared her throat, “I was unaware that Masters allowed you to remain out after hours,”[/color] and while the statement itself sounded like a reprimand, her voice and expression lacked any of the previous. In fact, she seemed to be all-to-amused, smiling sheepishly as she stared at the duo, “…it’s been a while since I have been here, it seems.”[/color] Anahid would abruptly add with a laugh before going on, “What are you two doing up anyways?”[/color]

[Fromikeable]

"Gharassk Ran pleasure to meet you. Also for future record you need not tell me you tittle For we are all Brother's in the force."

Vance nodded slightly, and repressed the urge to yawn.

"It's a pleasure to know you then, Gharrassk Rhan."

Gharassk then inquired as to the whereabouts of Vance's master. The question was one Vance had been entertaining for a good day or so. Ever since the day before yesterday, Master Tem had vanished on some assignment given to him. Vance wasn't told any of the details, what with most of the information being "jeopardizing", but was told to rest assured that his master would return soon.

"My master has been doing something secretive for the last day or so," Vance admitted. He knew that Tem was simply heeding the call of his duties as a Jedi, but even so, Vance couldn't help but feel a little resentment for what felt like a short-term abandonment. Trying to be optimistic (more to himself than his new companion), Vance added "He'll be back soon."

"“I was unaware that Masters allowed you to remain out after hours." Vance practically jumped out of his seat with surprise. Regaining his nerves, he turned toward the door to see a female Jedi standing in it's frame. She was, for lack of a less affectionate word, beautiful, with smooth, dark hair and a fine figure. She continued, “…it’s been a while since I have been here, it seems. What are you two doing up anyways?”

"Neither of us could sleep, Master. We were just discussing..." he looked back at Gharassk's datapad, "... saber training."

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Gharassk pulled his thoughts away from the other at the table.
He felt another that was having bad dreams Gharassk had never done that before so he assumed that he could only do it because he was in the same mind set.

“I was unaware that Masters allowed you to remain out after hours,”

Vance had jumped however This was the first time Gharassk was ever aware of a presence that he was not close to. Gharassk did not hold it agents the new comer about a master for the other could not know that he had none any more.

My name is Gharassk Ran please have a seat... Gharassk Scooted to allow the new comer to sit.

Whats you name?
Then he let her respond.
Yes they keep it open, others do come in late from missions i have found, the answer to your second Question is For the past week I've Not been able to sleep.

Gharassk was smiling however his mind wandered back to his dream then he shook the thought.
Gharassk knew that both the master and himself needed to learn from each other he needed her to help him unlearn his past two years, And she needed him to help suppress the dream itself however Gharassk thought he needed to be kind before bringing the dream up.

MY... My uh master is no longer one of us...
Gharassk said out loud to the group.
Any way unless you are hungry i was going to ask Vance here if he wanted to go to the garden?

[Reisier]

Surprise flitted across her features as the Padawan, a much taller human, jumped to his feet, quite literally too as the Knight had made her presence known to the two. “There is no reason to look so worried,”[/color] she countered with a little laugh studying Vance’s face before moving to Gharassk’s. “…you are doing nothing wrong. I was merely –“[/color] What was the word she was looking for? Ah, yes, “…curious.”[/color] Still, she was a bit taken-back by their reactions, was she truly that terrifying? No – it was more likely that she had just surprised them, caught them off-guard while they delved deeper in conversation. Then again, after working with Masters, some of which had been Shadows themselves, the Jedi had picked up a rather nasty trait -- Moving undetected, working carefully, succeeding in every task she set-out in. Anahid shook her head at the smile and, instead, released a weary smile.

“Neither of us could sleep, Master. We were just discussing saber training…”

“Saber training?”[/color] She inquired before releasing a sigh – truth be told, that had never really been a favorite of hers – in fact she found it to be relatively tedious. Actually, she found fighting in general to be tedious; the only reason why she had come to master Shii-Cho was only because of Lossrk’s help – otherwise, she may still hold the title of a Youngling. “I do hope the two of you are better at it than I was at your age – it is a difficult subject, I will admit.”[/color] But, such was life; at least she had done well to master the form and had even caused her interest on other forms to grow.

“My name is Gharassk Ran please have a seat...”

She looked back to the origin of the second voice, her dark eyes falling upon the Tortugra Padawan that sat across from the table; he was much smaller than his human counterpart, both in height and in girth, but this did not mean that the boy wasn’t a capable fighter. Anahid smiled, thankful at his invitation, but raised her hand as a response; her body was still tense from the dream and she knew very well that by sitting the feeling would only seep deep into her being. “Thank you, but I don’t feel that tired,”[/color] And still she smiled her typical smile, hands neatly crossed across her abdomen. “Pardon my manners,”[/color] She suddenly started as she shook her head, “My name is Anahid, Anahid Reisier, it is a pleasure to meet the both of you.”[/color]

And yet as niceties were exchanged, it was the second Padawan’s words that made her grow still – his master was no longer with them. Her stomach dropped lightly at his words, she knew well what he felt. It was a similar feeling, after all, that drew her from bed that day and which made her sulk the Temple late at night. Anahid rubbed the nape of her neck, looking away for a mere second before setting on them once them. She smiled lightly and repeated the words Master Roman had spoken to her a while ago, “Be still, young one, for it is only in acceptance that you will find peace,”[/color] Her words were soft as she patted Gharassk’s shoulder before retrieving her hand. “You must understand that such is the nature of war – you can do little to change it, but much to accept it. Still, I am sorry for your loss.”[/color]

“But, do as you will, I will not delay you any longer,”[/color] Anahid smiled and motioned for the door, “…again, I am truly sorry if I frightened you.”[/color] She glanced momentarily at Vance.

[Fromikeable]

"There is no reason to look so worried, you are doing nothing wrong. I was merely – curious," assured the Jedi, looking softly upon Vance. He felt a little bad; his reaction had obviously hurt her a little, and despite the initial shock, she showed no reason to induce such feelings. "Sorry, Master. I'm just not used to so many people at such a late hour," Vance apologized.

The Knight (for she appeared too young to be a Master) then commented on their topic of discussion. Vance felt a little humbled by here admittance of weakness, even if it was no longer necessarily true. It took a lot to admit one's faults, and this Knight did it with such grace and honesty that Vance couldn't help but smile weakly. That wasn't even considering that they were strangers, bound only by their way of life (although oftentimes that proved to be quite the bond).

“My name is Anahid, Anahid Reisier, it is a pleasure to meet the both of you.” Vance bowed, as is custom, before gesturing to himself and responding "Vance Asano. A pleasure to know you, Master."

Then Gharassk made Vance want to cry. "MY... My uh master is no longer one of us..." Vance's heart sank. As he stood there, starring at the young Togruta, a cavalcade of memories rocked his mentality as he remembered time after time spent with Master Shon-tul. He had not thought of his master all night, and the unexpected thoughts threatened to overwhelm him. Sitting back down rather roughly, Vance felt dizzy for a moment as he again recounted the terrible fight. The cold, dark eyes of that Dark Jedi, glaring down on the young padawan. The feelings of hate and pain he exuded.

But the worst? The worst, above all else, was the image of Shon-tul, dead and cold, floating his bacta tank. That was by far the gravest thing Vance had ever seen, and he doubted he'd ever see much worse. He hoped it anyway.

As Vance focused on his breathing, Anahid spoke her condolences to Gharassk. Vance considered reinforcing this support, but didn't trust himself to speak, and instead focused again on his breathing. After moment, he regained his stability. He still felt troubled, but tried his best not to let it show.

"But, do as you will, I will not delay you any longer, again, I am truly sorry if I frightened you.”

Vance, taking one last breath, smiled as well as he could, and looked toward Anahid.

"Again, it's nothing Master. And Gharassk, the Garden sounds great. I imagine the moonlight is perfect right now. Care to join us, Master Anahid?"

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

“But, do as you will, I will not delay you any longer,”

As the other said those words Gharassk Knew that he had just put the woman off he needed her to stay and as he was about to ask her to stay Vance said,

"Again, it's nothing Master. And Gharassk, the Garden sounds great. I imagine the moonlight is perfect right now. Care to join us, Master Anahid?"

Then Gharassk spoke up,

No worries Anahid i would be pleased if you would join us...

((OCC--- Sorry for it being short but it seems that the post revolve around Reisier's next post.))

[Reisier]

Anahid was used to spending most of her late evening walks alone, quietly considering where she had come from and how far she had gone. Life in the Jedi Order had truly changed her, she could only imagine what her life would have been like if she hadn’t been found; perhaps it wasn’t necessarily for the worst, but she still wondered. She had learned to live in the moment, enjoy the day as if it were her last. She had learned to truly be happy with what she had – and with what she didn’t have as well. Nevertheless, the people she had come to meet and was slowly, but surely, becoming attached to, only aided in her forgetting everything that had occurred this past year. Every once in a while, however, she’d wonder what life would be like if she had left the order three years ago. No -- it was in the past.

"Again, it's nothing Master. And Gharassk, the Garden sounds great. I imagine the moonlight is perfect right now. Care to join us, Master Anahid?"[/color]

The voice awakened her from her musings.

“No worries Anahid i would be pleased if you would join us…”[/color]

Anahid shook her head, a small smile gracing her lips. “I suppose I will –“[/color] She spoke without thinking, lips slightly agape as she turned away, “ – I really did not have anything else particularly planned.”[/color] She nodded with a soft smile and motioned towards the door, “Shall we?”[/color] She waited for them to stand – her mind rambled for a bit, silently agreeing with what had been said – yes, the moon would be quite beautiful tonight, glistening gently over the gardens. Her hands moved instinctively – uncrossed – now trailing besides her with each step she took. The swing of her body was brought in one whole motion, arms playing lightly behind her and swaying as response from every of her moves. Her eyes falling lazily on the road before her, stopping to admire the surrounding grounds, soft lashes thudding gently with the rhythm to the female’s curiosity.

The Temple’s quiet hallways stretched before them for a while, soon replaced by a kempt lawn -- There was even a very pretty flower garden in the front, with a delightful selection of plants in all colors of the rainbow. As far as the eyes could see, the scene was calming and as sweet as it could be. Anahid’s eyes glanced around the yard, taking in the beautiful shrubs and flowers that covered the ground, eventually falling on the cerulean skies that stretched above their heads. She smiled, it was true – the moon did look quite lovely tonight. She excused herself abruptly from the two and walked deep into the garden. Anahid smiled and walked across the yard, hands clasped behind her back, hair fluttering slightly every time the wind would pick up, back and forth it swayed, making Anahid attempt to hold her hair in place. However, she failed miserably, her hair sticking out in odd angles and positions. She sighed, certainly enjoying the stillness of it all. The horrors that had gripped her heart previously now slowly eased away, forgotten. Her mouth curled into a soft smile and Anahid found herself closing her brown eyes, enjoying the breeze as it blew against her face.


[My brain farted when I wrote this, I apologize = - =''']

[Fromikeable]

Vance followed Gharassk and Anahid to the gardens, trailing behind them ever so slightly. He hadn't expected to be reminded of Shon-tul again, and the memories had attacked with with renewed vigor. Thye still cut deep, but with one major difference. What was once the sting of a fresh memory was now the lingering pain and soreness of a memory forgotten.

Vance looked glumly at the halls; they were empty and completely devoid of life. Beyond the conservative Jedi decoration (mainly just a few rugs) and the soft, gentle moonlight leaking into the Temple via the windows, darkness swallowed the entire building. Vance grimaced; the abandoned halls reflected his mind perfectly: they were sad, devoid of joy, generally depressing.

The trio of Jedi then reached the Gardens. Vance, trailing behind, arrived in time to see Anahid walk further in than Gharassk. She seemed at total ease, and in deep thought. Vance looked at her questioningly, and grew slightly angry. How can she find such peace? he demanded, almost looking scornful. Where in the galaxy does stability lie when death and destruction pervade?

But then the padawan looked around, and he saw. He hadn't been serious when he suggested that the moon would be beautiful, but now he saw that he was. Everything was bathed in a soft, almost silky light of total peace. The entirety of the Gardens, from the blades of grass to the most elaborate flowers, swayed gently and gracefully in a soft breeze. Even the Anahid's hair and the tips of Gharassk's head seemed to levitate with total serenity. Vance himself held one hand on his own afro to keep the frontal hairs from obstructing his view.

The Garden was gorgeous, but more-so, it was teaching. Vance's anger was still there; they were still hard to bear. But this peace, this external wonder was encouraging. It was almost a visual form of condolence, as if the world was apologizing and saying that everything would work out. Coming from some other being, Vance would've found it difficult to accept such a message, but when taking it from what almost seemed like the Force itself, he realized it quickly.

And suddenly, the world wasn't so gloomy. What had once been a dark, depressing hallway was now a calm, serene place of travel. What was once a wind-enslaved flower was now a Force-following organism. Everything seemed full of new life.

"Extraordinary, isn't it?"

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Gharassk stood from his seat and took the data pad and began the mostly uneventful walk to the gardens.
However Gharassk did pick up on something as he left the Lunch hall... a small filling of... of... anger? From Vance?
He did not seem to be upset and Gharassk could have been wrong he was not to good at sensing thing like this yet.
But he had been able to pick up on Anahid's bad dream.

As he was about to say something to him he past by one of the windows to see a glimpse of the city that started normal than changed to the planet being burning and flattened.

Gharassk snapped out of it quickly and continued on his way to the garden not being able to shake the thought of what that was.

When at the garden the image was gone for the time being he steeped to Vance and put his hand to his shoulder.

You OK?...I felt your Anger?

[Reisier]

It came as a burst – a sudden tightness on her chest, a fleeting thought that grew so powerful, so strong with each passing second that the Jedi soon became unable to ignore it. The feeling just reverberated through her head again and again, calling her, beckoning her to ask. Anger – she felt it, just as easily as she felt the breeze – a gripping anger. It wasn’t particularly intimidating, nor did it contain rage; in fact, as far as Anahid was concerned it was almost a pitiful type of rage, one that only came after experiencing great sadness. It was the type of anger that could redefine a person; the one that changed the way they saw the world. She studied the feeling more closely, taking in every detail. Something seemed off though – almost as if the feeling held a direction. It was a feeling that did not spring from nowhere; instead, it was a feeling that was directed. It was a feeling she had experienced before, anyone who knew her would be able to tell. Fingers ran instinctively through her head, running across the soft strands of hair. She still remembered the first time that anger had swallowed her. She shifted unconsciously, feet curling on the inside of her shoes. How her body stopped responding to the outside world, oblivious to what occurred around her – all she could feel was that hollowness, that anger. She slowly opened her eyes, turned her head to meet the gaze of the taller Padawan. Well, it seemed that it was not only Gharassk and herself that had suffered a loss.

And then it was over.

But as the minutes passed the feeling that had gripped her vanished – disappeared in the stillness of the night. It was -- "Extraordinary, isn't it?" She smiled at the statement, finding it to be all-too fitting. Yes, it was quite extraordinary, that is, how easily swayed emotions were – how flitting they were. Maybe it was because of some form of weakness. Or, maybe it was because it was in their nature to accept – or maybe it was because they wanted to reinvent themselves. Maybe; but there were a lot of maybes – and then she remembered why, because there was no option but to embrace these emotions and transform them before they transformed them. She could never escape them, Anahid knew – she could never stop these feelings from waking her up at night or striking terror into her heart, but she needed to evolve, to learn from the past.

She turned to look at the two, now who stood side-by-side, unwavering eyes meeting those of the younger two. Her brown eyes glowed with unusual curiosity, pursing her lips as she studied them with wonder and worry. It seemed that she had been wrong at speaking so freely about loss during the war; she had barely known the two, more so, she didn’t know what they had been through themselves. She wasn’t necessarily taken a-back by the anger Vance had previously projected, more so fascinated – they were still strange feelings, foreign. She touched her lips, slightly tilting her head. She smiled sadly, taking one last long gaze at the duo before turning away – maybe it was best if she didn’t approach them at the time. It would be a bit overwhelming at the moment, it seemed. She made her way towards a bench and settled down, eyes traveling to the sky above. As she glanced up, Anahid couldn’t help but feel her stomach drop slightly – she did feel a little guilty.

“I am sorry, truly, I am.” She barely uttered above her breath, it was not meant to be heard, more so it was to have her heart rest. She really was sorry.

[Fromikeable]

Vance was surprised. Both of his new accomplices had detected his momentary rage. Gharassk clapped his shoulder softly, and Anahid retired at a bench; Vance had singlehandedly disturbed the entire situation. I suppose it's unwise to try and keep secrets from Jedi, he ruminated, sighing slightly.

Gharassk then asked, "You OK?...I felt your Anger?"

Vance sat down on the grass, crossed his legs, and leaned back slightly, holding up his upper body with his arms. He took to star-gazing, one of his best solutions to dealing with his emotions. "I'm really that obvious about it, am I?" He sighed again.

"A couple weeks ago, me and my master-" Vance hesitated. "Er, my former-master, were sent to Agamar." He stopped again. Even as he spoke the words, the images were vividly burning in his mentality. The grass of the Garden became the grasses of the agrarian Mid-Rim world, and the Temple beyond became the Agamarian government complex.

"Our mission was simple enough. We had to help the Senate with..." Vance paused yet again. He couldn't actually remember what the Agamarians had talked about that day. Do I really try to forget that much? Vance frowned. I guess I do. I wish I didn't.

Not speaking to anyone in particular anyone, Vance continued "I was supposed to protect a young man; a son of one of the bureaucrats. I think his name was Ivan," he remarked. In retrospect, it might have been Ian. "He was nice enough. Then he ran off, and I went looking for him."

And then came the worst part of the story. "I found Ivan, alright. I found him being held by a man who emanated anger, hate, and sorrow. I found a man who would sooner see me dead than gone; a man who sought blood even above life."

Vance's eyes teared, and he repressed the lump in his throat. "He attacked Ivan, and I stopped him, and I fought him, and he fought me back, and he zapped me, and then..." Vance stopped. That horrible image again resurfaced; a picture-perfect, lucid image of Master Shon-tul, the only being Vance had ever know, floating dead in a vat like a piece of driftwood. Overwhelmed, Vance let his tears flow forth silently, and the blades of grass he sat on grew wet with sadness.

And after he cried, he cried a little more. The moon beamed, and the plants swayed, and the wind blew, and the padawan cried.

"But then I remembered," Vance spoke, ending his tears and wiping his face. His dignity may have been gone with the wind, but at this point, he neither cared nor desired to have it if it meant he had to be inhuman about himself. "I remembered the greatest thing I was ever taught by that man. The single most important thing I will ever know."

Vance looked at the stars again, and remembered when he had learned. He and Shon-tul were stargazing that night, and the sky had been clear as glass then too. He could make out, both now and then, every single dot of light shining through the dark veil of the night, emanating with any falter or hesitation.

"Whenever the world, the Force, demands time, or strength, or dedication, you must show patience."

Vance was silent for a moment, and then he turned his head toward Gharassk. "Take it from a guy who knows what's it's like; I'm sorry about your master."

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Gharassk was at an odd point, Vance had started to tell a story of his master's death. He started crying, Gharassk had nothing to say to him but this, Some good word his master spoke before turning to the darkness...
Every Day the Galaxy tests you... Each one different then the last yet same as the next, Compleating these tests dose not make you a Jedi though... They make you a person a single, living, person. Your filling cannot be repressed they are a part of you... Gharassk put his hand on Vance's shoulder again before Standing and walking up to the edge of the garden looking out on the city then turning his head slightly to look at Anahid who seemed to say something.

By the way Vance, I only felt your problem because of my own...The force must have arranged this meeting tonight nothing happens by axadent.

Gharassk Looked out to the city once more to see the same image as he saw in the halls Then he turned to see other Jedi laying dead... Then a Alternate version as Gharassk...
A dark Version, With Yellow eyes that Stared into his own, Black Skin and a red shimmering lightsaber.

Gharassk saw another one of himself there light sabers Meeting the two fighting and then both dieing taking a strike from the other. They fell one to his knees and the dark one on his back.
The light one looked out to the city as it exploded and the dark other laughing at him.

Gharassk came out of the vision at the edge of the garden once more Eyes open wide looking at his Data Pad to see that not a single Minuit went by during his image.

But these visions and dreams where getting worse and they will git worse before better he needed Anahid's help and he may need more then one night.

[Reisier]

Anahid listened intently as Vance spoke, the gentleness of his voice, the weariness as he retold the story once more. Never once did his voice quake, she noticed; never did the Padawan’s voice quicken nor his body begin to shake. In fact, were it not for the tears that snuck from his eyes, she would have thought him to be incredibly composed. She watched, transfixed by the scene, the odd beauty that it held – the night so peaceful, his feelings so real. Watching Vance and Gharassk was like staring at her own reflection; she had to admit, it was very peculiar. She wondered if others had seen her with the same eyes years ago; had they seen the woman’s sorrow just as clearly as she saw it with these two Padawan?

Of that there was no doubt.

It would be difficult for any Jedi to miss the sadness haunting another’s soul, especially when the loss came as a result of a senseless war. The Jedi were meant to protect life, to accept its frivolity and subsequent ending, but it was their humane nature that allowed them to continue feeling – to continue experiencing fear, and sorrow, and hate, and love. Yet, many had forgotten this, sought the Jedi to be perfect and frowned upon the very things that allowed them to remain sane. She grimaced lightly, lips pursed as she glanced across the garden and towards a distant wall, she could hear the Padawan crying, but the leaves rustling, the gentle chirping of bugs, seemed oblivious to the scene that transpired besides them.

Vance continued speaking after a short pause, his voice shaking slightly. And, similarly, life went on. Regardless of their losses, regardless of their fears life would keep going, the Force would continue moving from one organism to the next – an eternal cycle that connected all together as one. One could say that there is where Anahid found comfort, knowing that when this life ended, another begun. Life carried forth – even after death, not only in the Force, but also in the teachings, in the experiences they left behind. It was a beautiful thing, she thought, but painful nonetheless; there was no comfort, only reality. And so she sat, a blank look in her eyes, hands resting contently on her side; she sighed softly, a gentle breath that went unnoticed. The wind picked up; a shudder ran through her spine. The moon was moving, slowly making its way across the night sky – time was passing, it would become one soon.

“The force must have arranged this meeting tonight nothing happens by accident.”

She chuckled a bit – was it the force, or more so fate, to blame for this meeting? It was a bit ridiculous how fate had dictated this meeting, how, of all the Padawans she could have met tonight, Anahid met two that had lived through similar circumstances as she. Of course these conditions were brought forth under unique circumstances, but they were similar nonetheless. She breathed out, her tense muscles relaxing after every breath she took. They were slow and steady breaths, held momentarily in her lungs before she released them in a heavy sigh. As the breath came once more, a sudden shot of pain rung through her chest; it was an oppressing feeling, very much like the one Vance had projected earlier; yet, this time, the origin seemed to be not the human, but the Togruta. This time, Anahid was baffled – two padawans experiencing the same sensation not five minutes apart from each other? Was it possible they were feeding-off from each others’ emotions and causing these pains to remain?

“It seems that I am not the only one haunted by memories then,”[/color] She spoke absent-mindedly as she looked at the sky, “what a curious thing this life is…”[/color]

[Fromikeable]

Vance continued to star at the stars. Despite the gravity of his emotions, he felt them becoming ever lighter. The stars twinkled as they always had; strongly and without so much as the slightlest falter. They weren't affected by emotions; a quality Vance found interesting. They were still a great part of the Force, but unlike organisms, they held little regard for events or needs or wants or happenings of any kind. They simply glowed, emanating throughout space with their strong light, paying no attention to what life considered so important.

"It seems that I am not the only one haunted by memories then,what a curious thing this life is…” Anahid spoke, reflecting the mood perfectly. She was right; all three of them were weighed by some of the heaviest memories known to sentient people. The amazing thing, Vance thought, tracing his favorite constellations with his eyes, is that we all met like this. He dropped his gaze, and looked at Gharassk, and then Anahid. They all had to same feeling; a sort of revelling somberness that was as strong, subtle, and clear as the stars that floated above.

But then Gharassk shifted. It was almost like his mentality changed, for a tranquility in him was replaced by a strong uncertainty. Vance looked over at him; the feeling was familiar. It felt like fear mixed with confusion, but enough understanding to recognize that something's wrong. It was torturous; a sort of burning anxiety to fix things, but a lack of knowledge as to actually solve the problem. The worst part was that as the problem became older, it imprinted deeper and deeper until it was hopefully solved.

"Gharassk... you seem troubled." Vance thought for a minute; they were all troubled. "Rather... is there something moreso on your mind?"