Post by AFER on Jan 13, 2013 6:09:49 GMT -5
Name: Kal Orden
Race: Human
Age: 21
Height: 5’11
Weight: 165
Appearance: Kal doesn’t stand out in a crowd of humans. An averaged sized male with dark brown hair and fair skin, Kal’s most impressionable feature is his kind smile. Kal lets his hair and sideburns grow out just enough to help mask his low set ears. The long braid of an apprentice hangs down behind his right shoulder. Kal doesn’t have a single blemish on his face or arms and keeps his facial hair cleanly shaven. There is a distinct contrast between his rich blue eyes and his brown hair. Although he lacks any substantial muscle, it is clear he remains active. With a toned core and the legs of a runner, Kal moves smoothly as he walks, each step shows precise coordination.
Kal hates the clingy robes of the Jedi. While he always wears it at the temple, in the presence of a Jedi Master, or in a professional setting, Kal is quick to change into more comfortable clothing when given the opportunity. When wearing his preferred standard, athletic clothing, Kal could be mistaken for a military officer or security personnel on most planets…with the exception of the two silver lightsabers hanging from his belt.
Personality: Kal is outgoing when he feels he’s in a professional situation. Even when standing before a room of Jedi Masters he’s confident, well-spoken and professional. In a group of individuals his own age, however, Kal naturally moves to the fringe to find his friends. With a sarcastic sense of humor and a wry smile always creeping across his face, Kal’s comments are generally motivated to humor himself and his closest friends. He’s consistently chuckling at his own ideas, thoughts, and jokes regardless of what others may think. Kal even recognizes the fact that his friends are pulling him into trouble he wouldn’t normally find himself.
Kal is a perfect mix between a Type-A and Type-B personality. He’s driven to succeed professionally and enjoys always being busy. However, he lacks organizational skills and carves out time to sit, relax, and enjoy wasting time.
There is nothing Kal hates more than force meditation. He doesn’t believe in brute strength but he especially looks down upon what he believes is the “touchy feely” side of the Force….much to the chagrin of his Master, Rouk Tichar, a Jedi Counselor. Instead, Kal prides himself on being a pragmatist. He tries to maintain a balance, searching out compromise with all aspects of his life. Kal believes it’s one’s duty to further their knowledge and education by focusing on topics applicable to life rather than existential knowledge or brute power. Rather than scouring the archives or practicing his fighting technique, Kal would rather be searching out answers through experience. Nothing excites Kal more than the thought of exploring the galaxy and learning about the Force through each new experience, individual, and enemy.
Kal recognizes the fact that he isn’t the best Jedi in the Galaxy when it comes to Force powers. He struggles significantly with telekinetic powers and can only achieve telepathic communication if initiated by another Jedi. However, what he lacks in force powers he makes up for with perfect synthesis of real-life skillsets and a cool head. Kal succeeds in complex situations which require quick observations, decisions, and actions.
Although he has close to a year until he believes he undergoes the Trials, Kal has recognized his path as a Jedi will follow that of a Jedi Sentinel. His Master is concerned that he lack of telekinetic and telepathic powers will put him at a disadvantage for the Trials…something Kal has promised to work on during his last two years of study.
Kal is interested in pursuing a career as a Jedi Investigator, but has kept this desire from the Jedi Masters until after the Trials.
Birth place: Alderaan
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan
Lightsabers: Dual Single-Blade Lightsabers
Color: Yellow
Practiced Lightsaber Forms:
Shii-Cho 4
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield 3
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 2
Body: 3
Sense: 5
Protection: 5
Healing: 4
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: Basic Piloting
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 4
Bio: Since the time of Monarch rule, education and culture have always been highly valued in Alderaanian society. In order to support its poets, writers, painters, and engineers, the coastal plains and the high plateau are dominated by small communities and a farming landscape. Single families can own thousands of acres – growing the food to support the millions of inhabitants of the major cities of Alderaan. Born in 3621 BBY to a large farming family in Alderaan, Kal Orden was the sixth sibling in the Orden family.
Because of the harvest season approaching and the other five siblings needing care, Kal and his mother left the hospital shortly after his birth. His parents chose to forgo the advanced medical testing, including the routine midichlorian test. Because the Orden’s had started their family early, Kal was several years younger than the rest of his siblings. As he grew, his siblings tried their best to involve him in their games and activities. However, Kal either showed little interest or couldn’t keep up with them.
Kal’s father’s woke up early each morning and spent most of his day working with his crops and harvesting droids. Kal’s mother primarily took care of the six children at home, looking after their early education and care. She would go to the market every other day to purchase the freshest products for their family meals.
When Kal was three years old, he would travel with his mother into town on her routine visits to the market when the rest of the children stayed behind. Always clinging to his mother’s skirt, Kal would follow his mother to the different stands, becoming well known to the market’s usual inhabitants and shopkeepers.
During one mid-morning visit to the market, Kal left his mother’s side for the first time and went running into the market’s central fountain. The fountain, an extravagant creation of the local artisans, mixed alternating levels of water and gardening space as if it were a highly decorated cement layer cake. Kal climbed to the bottom layer, filled with flowers, and picked several for his mother. In the busy market filled with the morning crowd, his mother had already moved onto the next stand, assuming Kal would follow along holding her skirt. Kal ran around the market to his mother’s most frequently visited stands. However, Kal began to worry as he came to the end of their normal walking route and stood sobbing, hands full of flowers.
As he cried, he created small ripples in the Force. These ripples were large enough to be detected by a Jedi and his Padawan, Jais Kartel, on the other side of the market. While Jedi generally didn’t frequent the small farming community, a recent farming tax dispute had brought the pair to help settle a slowly moving tax negotiation to ensure the flow of food into the major cities.
Jais approached the sobbing Kal and picked up the child, being able to sense the child’s force sensitivity. As the Master searched out Kal’s mother, who had diverted from her normal route to look for Kal, Jais brought Kal back to the fountain to look at the flowers. After Kal’s panicking mother had found her child, the two Jedi asked if she knew Kal was force sensitive. Although she was fairly uninterested in the matter, after the two Jedi showed continued interest in Kal’s history, Kal’s mother invited the two Jedi back to their house for the afternoon and evening meals.
Throughout the day, Kal played behind the house with Jais as his parents discussed Kal joining the Jedi for training with Jais’ Master. While his parents were skeptical at first, they were profoundly struck with Kal’s interactions with Jais throughout the day. Kal played with Jais as if they’d be siblings for years – even though Jais was more than a decade older.
After considering it for a week, his parents agreed it was best for Kal to begin training with the Jedi. They believed he’d be better able to further his education and could break away from the family tradition of farming. After the conclusion of the tax negotiations, Kal traveled back to Coruscant with Jais and his Master to begin training at the Jedi Temple.
Youngling:
Kal began his Youngling training at the Jedi Temple at Coruscant. He succeeded in his Academic classes, showing an ability to synthesize information rapidly, even as a child. However, Kal was below average with his Force training.
The Masters felt it was a two-fold problem. First, they believed Kal wasn't the most gifted when it came to basic Force training. Additionally, many of the Masters believed the deeper problem was Kal’s desire to avoid force training where he lacked natural skill. They didn’t believe he was intentionally shirking his training responsibilities, but was rather unconsciously avoiding what he was naturally worse at than the others. However, despite continued private concern among the Masters, Kal surpassed the minimum standard and continued on to further training.
Each time Kal would fail at basic force training, he’d redouble his efforts in lightsaber training and academic training. He would always be giving 100% of his effort, but he focused on things he was naturally inclined to, not what he needed to work on.
Padawan:
Kal was placed with his Master, Rouk Tichar, for training specifically by the Masters because of Tichar’s deep connection with the force as a Jedi Counselor. They believed that by placing the two together, Kal would be exposed to the importance of the Force as a Jedi’s guide. Although Tichar is frustrated with Kal’s force development, he has been impressed by Kal inherent problem solving ability and raw intelligence.
Notably, Kal was the first youngling from his age group to be placed with a Master for training. At the time, he was proud of the distinction. Reflecting back, Kal believes it was an act of frustration by the Masters, hoping that Master Tichar would have greater success with force training.
Shortly after the two becoming paired, Master Tichar saw Kal’s ability while on a diplomatic envoy to the planet of Bastion. Because both Tichar and Kal were humans, they were sent by the Council as representatives from the Council as a planet wide debate on the increasing alien presence in galactic trade unions.
Hatlia Malkid, a representative in the Bastion Senate, was the primary force behind the planet’s increasing complaints of aliens. Hatlia pushed the issue into the political sphere, playing off the inherent emotions and racism of the system’s inhabitants. He hoped for a planet wide vote to end all commercial relations with non-human trade unions. While Master Tichar played careful politics at the conference, stating the Republic’s core values through a logical argument, Master Tichar was unable to break through the emotional influences of the opposition.
While seeking guidance from Jedi Masters and through the Force, Master Tichar saw it as an opportunity to allow his padawan to learn how emotions can made arguments, and especially compromise, difficult. However, Tichar was surprised to find Kal had already read through hundreds of diplomatic cables being published by Malkid’s Public Affairs office. Kal found five published cables which he felt were drastically different than the rest. He not only recognized a different writing style, but the overall message was moderate compared to the bellicose language of the rest.
Although Kal couldn’t give his Master any further insight, Tichar was impressed with the knowledge of the system, the personnel, and hundreds of variables at play to find the small inconsistencies. Tichar was able to use the knowledge of the inconsistency to search out the original author of the diplomatic cables on Malkid’s staff. The disgruntled staffer was upset with the Senator’s hardline stance and presented the two Jedi evidence of the Senator’s corruption, having been offered millions of credits by human trade unions to support the measure. When the Jedi presented the evidence, which they reported as anonymously submitted to them, to the Senate’s judiciary committee, Senator Malkid was immediately censured and stripped of his power…bringing the alien debate to a back burner in the system.
One of the most defining moments in Kal’s training was at the age of 16 after Master Tichar had been recalled to the Temple to participate in a classified war gaming exercise. Kal, excited to be involved, was asked by his Master to focus instead on his individual training. Tichar explained how he felt the entire war gaming exercise to be a foolish waste of Jedi resources, greatly disappointing Kal.
Kal rose early and found himself watching the sunrise from the sparring room he used to frequent as a youngling. The large circular room was flooded with light from the horizon.
“You want to be a Jedi Investigator, right?”
Kal jumped slightly, completely unaware of another individual in the room.
“Yes, I do. Who are you?” Kal asked the cloaked figure whose face was blocked from the bright sunlight. Kal felt his hand drift towards his lightsaber.
“I overheard you talking to an older Knight.” Kal sighed. He’d talked to one person about this before, Jais. He hadn’t even told his Master of his intentions. Kal reached out with the force and sensed no hostile motives of the mysterious cloaked Jedi. He brought his arm back up, attempting to be natural about it, and turned back to watch the sun.
“Ya honestly believe someone was going to attack ya here in the temple?” The figure had obviously noticed Kal had reached for his lightsaber. He shifted his gaze to the traffic flying above the city, pretending not to be flustered.
“With a briefing of this importance going on….” Kal let his statement drift into the silence of the room.
“My Master thinks comin’ ‘ere was a huge waste of time,” the figure pushed back his cloak’s hood. Kal turned and recognized the Padawan as Me’allo Talron. Me’allo had been a few classes older than Kal, but they had crossed paths a few times before. Kal had always kept his distance from the young Jedi. Something just didn’t settle well with him.
“Yeah, so did mine,” Kal mumbled awkwardly. He’d come down here restless and wanting to watch the sunrise…not talk to a stranger he didn’t like.
“Had some good duel time ‘ere growin’ up, huh?” Me’allo asked nicely, obviously wanting to continue the conversation.
“I guess so. Had some good fights. Had some bad ones. All part of our training, right?”
Me’allo shrugged and then smiled. Kal immediately knew the next question when he saw a wry smile spread across his fellow Padawan’s face. “It’s early. Anyone who’s awake and would care about us fighting is gonna be in the briefing already. Wanna relive old times?”
Kal took a deep breath. The room was designed for sparring. It was available for anyone's use. However, just because it wasn’t breaking a rule didn’t mean the Masters would like to find two Padawans fighting unsupervised…especially if a class of Younglings were to walk in. They were always being reminded that the Younglings looked up to the older Padawans. Younglings would see the aggression and take it the wrong way…any corruptive influence could lead to the Dark Side.
Then there was the fact that neither of them had training lightsabers anymore. Their blades would be as deadly as a Sith’s. It would be their responsibility to make sure things stayed safe and didn’t get out of hand.
This is what real combat would be like, Kal thought. You wouldn’t know your opponent. He wouldn’t be a Jedi you'd been raised with. He’d be a stranger. You wouldn’t have your Master by your side reminding you of your mistakes. You’d have your intuition, your skills, your lightsaber, and the Force.
Kal took a deep breath. “Computer,” the room beeped in reply, “lower the sunshade and turn on the competition lighting.” Again, the room beeped in compliance as the large circular room was filled with bright, unnatural lighting. Me’allo was already removing his Jedi robes and Kal followed suit.
“Good luck,” Kal said over the snap-hiss of his lightsaber. He gave a nod, acknowledging his opponent. Kal walked into the duel with the disadvantage of being younger. As he took in one last deep breath and brought the humming blade up next to his face, he reminded himself that an enemy didn’t care how old he was. They’d fight just the same.
“May the Force be with you,” Me’allo replied in his distinct accent followed by the snap-hiss of his lightsaber.
The two Padawan charged, meeting in the center of the room. Kal hadn’t had a direct duel in the last several years against a Jedi of equal match. He’d frequently sparred with Master Tichar and Jais, but they never fought as hard as they could. They’d win every time. Against Me’allo, though, he had a chance.
Kal brought his yellow blade down to the high right and was perried off, immediately having to bring the blade over his head and behind his back to parry a blow from Me’allo.
This was not going to be easy.
Kal whipped his yellow blade around towards his opponent’s face and was again parried. The two blades flooded their faces with light and it was the first time he’d looked directly into Me’allo’s eyes. He began to sense uneasiness in Me’allo.
As soon as Kal had disengaged, he was attacked again. Kal used his speed to dodge and engaged his opponent again, attacking with wide sweeping motions.
Soon, Kal could feel sweat burning down into his eyes. Countless attacks, countless parries. Neither Jedi was gaining ground.
Again, Kal engaged, false stepping to the right, and bringing his lightsaber from the low left to attack Me’allo’s exposed back. Kal came within centimeters of striking his opponent but was blocked. Me’allo locked their blades together, forcing Kal to use his strength to avoid having his blade pushed onto his own face.
This time, as Kal instantaneously looked onto the golden flooded face of Me’allo, he realized his opponent’s eyes flashed with anger. Me’allo’s breathing control had subsided and was being replaced with large grunts. This had become personal.
Me’allo stepped back and dealt an exacting blow to Kal’s lower right side. The hostility surprised him. By using more aggressive attacks, it left Me'allo vulnerable in the chance of a mistake.
Kal knew that his best option would be to defensively switch to Soresu, but Kal had no practice with that form. Trying something new at this point would certainly lose him the duel. All Kal could hope for was a mistake on Me’allo’s part as he began to tire.
Blinking back more sweat as Me’allo’s attacks came in a broken fashion, Kal tried to keep up with his opponent. The anger in each blow was becoming more obvious. Me’allo dropped back to his left foot and stepped forward with his right. This separation of his stance, and altering his center of gravity gave Kal the chance he was hoping for.
Lunging forward, Kal extended his lightsaber over his opponent’s head, forcing Me’allo to bring his saber high to parry. Pushing down and out, Kal caused Me’allo’s saber to rotate in his grip. Using the opportunity, Kal gave a final push, using the leverage his superior stance allowed him. Me’allo’s saber deactivated and went flying into the air. Kal charged forward, knocking Me’allo to the ground.
Me’allo’s saber fell directly in Kal’s possession. Kal extinguished his blade, being flooded with exhaustion. He used the pause to bring his tunic’s sleeve up to his face, wiping sweat away.
“That was a great….” Kal was caught off guard as he heard another snap-hiss of a lightsaber followed by a roar of anger. Me’allo had used the force to grab a training lightsaber off the stand on the side of the room. Apparently, his opponent didn’t think this was over. Kal could feel anger flooding out of Me’allo.
Kal reignited his lightsaber and kept Me’allo’s stolen saber in his off hand. If Kal were to place it back on his belt, Me’allo would simply use the force to rip it off and steal it back. A small part of Kal’s consciousness was jealous of his opponent’s telekinetic abilities.
As the green training saber’s blade crashed down onto Kal’s blade, Kal was reassured as he liked knowing his obviously angry opponent didn’t have access to a real lightsaber.
Quickly, though, Kal learned holding the stolen blade in his off hand was a huge disadvantage. Me’allo was able to use both hands to provide strength and leverage into the blade. Kal took a step back and ignited the blade he’d stolen from Me’allo. If he was going to have to hold the saber, he might as well have the blade ignited.
The snap-hiss filled the room and caused Me’allo to pause. The anger from Me’allo was palpable. His eyes were as if they were weapons themselves, cutting deep into Kal.
Kal took a deep breath and as he felt the force flooding into him, he attacked. His sloppy attempt at the Jar-Kai form was apparent. His own blades slammed into each other as Me’allo parried his successive attacks. Kal spun around, bringing his first blade crashing down onto his opponent’s saber, followed quickly by his second.
“Stop now,” a familiar voice echoed from the entrance of the room. Kal and Me’allo both disengaged and spun to look at the speaker. Master Tichar, Kal’s Master, and Master Adelie, Me’allo’s Master, were standing together at the entrance. Neither Padawan had known how long the two Masters had watched the fight.
Kal was flooded with exhaustion for a second time and the Force left him. They had been fighting for well over half an hour. Kal looked over and saw Me’allo, who’d fallen onto his knees, breathing deeply. Strangely, the anger had left Me’allo, replaced by fatigue and a slight feeling of regret.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” Me’allo said quietly. A new emotion was flooding from Me’allo, embarrassment. He’d expected to beat Kal and gotten angry as the fight had proceeded. Being caught in an angry rage had only embarrassed the padawan.
Kal stood up and walked over to Me’allo, offering him the lightsaber back. “Don’t worry about it, good job.”
Walking down the hallway with his Master, Kal tried to remain silent. He couldn’t get a read on his Master. Was he angry? Was he going to be in trouble?
Finally, Master Tichar stopped at a three way intersection. He took a deep breath and looked down at his Padawan with questioning eyes. “Why did you use the second lightsaber?” Kal paused. His Master had been watching for a decent amount of the fight. That couldn't be a good thing.
“Master, I didn’t have a choice," the young Jedi explained. "It was a disadvantage holding it, so I just thought it'd be easier to use…Why?”
“We’re going to try something new with your training. I’d like to expose you to training specific to the Jar-Kai form. You were naturally better at that then you should have been. You should have injured yourself or Me'allo. Have you ever tried or practiced that before with Jais or a training droid?”
Kal looked up, a smile spreading across his face. “No, Master.”
“Good. We have some work to do.”
RP Sample:
“It looks like he’s leaving the club, Master,” Kal said quietly, holding his drink an inch from his mouth. “I don’t see any sign of a body guard or a tail.” He paused until he raised his glass again, “He’s got a briefcase with him.”
The nightclub’s music was pounding as young citizens, glowing under fluorescent lights, bounced in rhythmic waves. The multi-storied nightclub, Nartis Khan, was one of the most popular dance clubs in the Core…and a great place for an under the table, black market deal.
“What does the Force tell you?” Kal’s earpiece buzzed back at him.
Kal smirked at the question. He reached out with the force and tried to sense the man wearing dark black clothing. He didn’t feel much, either good or bad. “Master, the only things I’m really feeling is that most of the people here think the music is too loud and the drinks are too expensive.”
He could sense his Master rolling his eyes on the other end of the comlink.
Another voice came screaming into Kal’s ear. In order to let Kal hear over the sound of the music, the earpiece was turned to maximum volume. “Do your best to follow him, Kal. We need to know who he’s bringing the samples to.”
Kal recognized the voice as his good friend, Jais. He took one last swig of his bubbly, blue drink. “Copy that,” Kal mumbled into the liquid, attempting to cover his mouth from being lip read.
He reached into his pockets of his clothing and grabbed a few credits to pay for the drink. Trying to repress his excitement, Kal casually threw the credits down onto the bar. The bartender grunted his approval at the generous tip, nodding kindly at Kal.
This had been an unusual assignment for the Jedi. Because the Order isn't always welcome in the Core’s most popular party locations, Kal and his Master went undercover. Unfortunately, with the short notice of the information, the Council was unable to assign the operation to any Jedi Investigators.
With a twenty hour notice prior to the assignment, the Council called on all available Jedi in the system. They only three who were able to respond were Kal, his Master, and Jais, who had been working on an illegal trading operation on the second planet in the system. Kal, with the temporary hiding of his Padawan braid, fit in perfectly into the club's nightly population. Master Tichar, however, did not. Jais was pushing an age where people might ask questions, but the bouncer still allowed him entrance.
The three were asked to infiltrate the nightclub and collect intelligence on Landan Mar, an Astrobiologist who specialized in biological weaponry. The Order was given an anonymous lead that Mar was passing newly weaponized samples of a viral strain to a black market customer.
Kal was at the bar and Jais was on the second-story dance balcony. Master Tichar was outside, ready to intercept a fleeing Mar or to identify any potential big-named buyers coming to purchase the viral samples. All three were undercover, but with quick access to their lightsabers if something got out of hand.
Kal shifted his weight in his bar stool, preparing to leave and follow Mar across the bar. As he turned, instead of moving away from the bar as his muscles expected, he was slammed back into his chair. Warm air passed over Kal’s ear as he loudly heard, “What’s a good looking guy like you doing here alone three nights in a row?” The two nearest men at the packed bar, and even the bartender, eyed Kal with jealousy.
Turning his head slightly to get a look, Kal saw a beautiful human female had pushed him back into his chair. She slipped her hands around his neck and ran them over his chest. “Natalia Nashir, Galactic Security,” she whispered quietly into his ear as she continued to get closer to his body from behind. “Pretend we’re together.”
Kal turned and looked sensually into Natalia’s eyes, using the opportunity to scan the bar for unusual suspects. Why would a Galactic Security agent be here, let alone doing this? The only thing Kal could come up with is that Natalia had no idea that he was a Jedi and was trying to use him to lose a tail that she had picked up. Suddenly, he felt his stomach drop and the Force sending him a bad signal.
“Kal,” his master’s voice buzzed his ear again, “I’m sensing something is wrong. What’s going on?”
Kal was about to answer when Natalia kissed him and pushed him farther into his chair, practically laying him against the bar's counter top.
Jais’ worried voice came through the comlink, “We’re compromised. Abort mission. Master Tichar, get in here.”
Two blaster bolts rang through the nightclub, piercing through the music. Hundreds of screams followed, reverberating off the walls where music had once been. Everyone dropped to the floor. More blaster bolts flew across the club.
Kal grabbed Natalia and jumped behind the bar. “I’m Kal Orden, Jedi Order. What is going on here?”
Natalia looked at Kal, shocked. It confirmed his speculation about her not knowing he was a Jedi. Glass rained down on them as blaster rounds flew into the bar above.
Kal heard a lightsaber ignite, followed by another. Kal poked his head above the bar quickly to survey the scene. Blue and red bolts flew across the nightclub. He saw a green lightsaber on the second floor. Jais. The green blade sparked as it flew into a red blade of an opposing Jedi.
Kal's stomach sank as another lightsaber ignited. A dark Jedi, with a glimmering red blade, stood feet from the bar parrying bolts of blue being shot at him.
This had escalated quickly. Galactic Security, the Jedi, the Sith, and an unknown black market buyer were all interested in what Mar's weaponry had to offer.
“Do you have a blaster on you?” Kal shouted to shocked Natalia. Her glazed eyes showed that she'd been caught off guard by everything that had happened. He reached into his tunic and pulled out both of his lightsabers. Natalia pushed a blaster from her pant leg as a full bottle of alcohol was smashed by an incoming bolt and rained down from above, the falling glass cutting Kal’s arm.
“I want you to lay down as much cover fire as possible. We’ll move left across the bar and try to get to the main exit. My Master is there.” He paused as a bolt shot right above Natalia’s head. “We need him to stay alive tonight. Stay behind me.” Kal used his lightsaber shaft to point to an opening on the left side of the bar. “Go!”
Natalia began crawling to the opening in the bar. Kal stood up, igniting both lightsabers, the yellow hue from the blades shining off the broken glass bottles on the bar's floor.
Race: Human
Age: 21
Height: 5’11
Weight: 165
Appearance: Kal doesn’t stand out in a crowd of humans. An averaged sized male with dark brown hair and fair skin, Kal’s most impressionable feature is his kind smile. Kal lets his hair and sideburns grow out just enough to help mask his low set ears. The long braid of an apprentice hangs down behind his right shoulder. Kal doesn’t have a single blemish on his face or arms and keeps his facial hair cleanly shaven. There is a distinct contrast between his rich blue eyes and his brown hair. Although he lacks any substantial muscle, it is clear he remains active. With a toned core and the legs of a runner, Kal moves smoothly as he walks, each step shows precise coordination.
Kal hates the clingy robes of the Jedi. While he always wears it at the temple, in the presence of a Jedi Master, or in a professional setting, Kal is quick to change into more comfortable clothing when given the opportunity. When wearing his preferred standard, athletic clothing, Kal could be mistaken for a military officer or security personnel on most planets…with the exception of the two silver lightsabers hanging from his belt.
Personality: Kal is outgoing when he feels he’s in a professional situation. Even when standing before a room of Jedi Masters he’s confident, well-spoken and professional. In a group of individuals his own age, however, Kal naturally moves to the fringe to find his friends. With a sarcastic sense of humor and a wry smile always creeping across his face, Kal’s comments are generally motivated to humor himself and his closest friends. He’s consistently chuckling at his own ideas, thoughts, and jokes regardless of what others may think. Kal even recognizes the fact that his friends are pulling him into trouble he wouldn’t normally find himself.
Kal is a perfect mix between a Type-A and Type-B personality. He’s driven to succeed professionally and enjoys always being busy. However, he lacks organizational skills and carves out time to sit, relax, and enjoy wasting time.
There is nothing Kal hates more than force meditation. He doesn’t believe in brute strength but he especially looks down upon what he believes is the “touchy feely” side of the Force….much to the chagrin of his Master, Rouk Tichar, a Jedi Counselor. Instead, Kal prides himself on being a pragmatist. He tries to maintain a balance, searching out compromise with all aspects of his life. Kal believes it’s one’s duty to further their knowledge and education by focusing on topics applicable to life rather than existential knowledge or brute power. Rather than scouring the archives or practicing his fighting technique, Kal would rather be searching out answers through experience. Nothing excites Kal more than the thought of exploring the galaxy and learning about the Force through each new experience, individual, and enemy.
Kal recognizes the fact that he isn’t the best Jedi in the Galaxy when it comes to Force powers. He struggles significantly with telekinetic powers and can only achieve telepathic communication if initiated by another Jedi. However, what he lacks in force powers he makes up for with perfect synthesis of real-life skillsets and a cool head. Kal succeeds in complex situations which require quick observations, decisions, and actions.
Although he has close to a year until he believes he undergoes the Trials, Kal has recognized his path as a Jedi will follow that of a Jedi Sentinel. His Master is concerned that he lack of telekinetic and telepathic powers will put him at a disadvantage for the Trials…something Kal has promised to work on during his last two years of study.
Kal is interested in pursuing a career as a Jedi Investigator, but has kept this desire from the Jedi Masters until after the Trials.
Birth place: Alderaan
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan
Lightsabers: Dual Single-Blade Lightsabers
Color: Yellow
Practiced Lightsaber Forms:
Shii-Cho 4
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield 3
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 2
Body: 3
Sense: 5
Protection: 5
Healing: 4
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: Basic Piloting
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 4
Bio: Since the time of Monarch rule, education and culture have always been highly valued in Alderaanian society. In order to support its poets, writers, painters, and engineers, the coastal plains and the high plateau are dominated by small communities and a farming landscape. Single families can own thousands of acres – growing the food to support the millions of inhabitants of the major cities of Alderaan. Born in 3621 BBY to a large farming family in Alderaan, Kal Orden was the sixth sibling in the Orden family.
Because of the harvest season approaching and the other five siblings needing care, Kal and his mother left the hospital shortly after his birth. His parents chose to forgo the advanced medical testing, including the routine midichlorian test. Because the Orden’s had started their family early, Kal was several years younger than the rest of his siblings. As he grew, his siblings tried their best to involve him in their games and activities. However, Kal either showed little interest or couldn’t keep up with them.
Kal’s father’s woke up early each morning and spent most of his day working with his crops and harvesting droids. Kal’s mother primarily took care of the six children at home, looking after their early education and care. She would go to the market every other day to purchase the freshest products for their family meals.
When Kal was three years old, he would travel with his mother into town on her routine visits to the market when the rest of the children stayed behind. Always clinging to his mother’s skirt, Kal would follow his mother to the different stands, becoming well known to the market’s usual inhabitants and shopkeepers.
During one mid-morning visit to the market, Kal left his mother’s side for the first time and went running into the market’s central fountain. The fountain, an extravagant creation of the local artisans, mixed alternating levels of water and gardening space as if it were a highly decorated cement layer cake. Kal climbed to the bottom layer, filled with flowers, and picked several for his mother. In the busy market filled with the morning crowd, his mother had already moved onto the next stand, assuming Kal would follow along holding her skirt. Kal ran around the market to his mother’s most frequently visited stands. However, Kal began to worry as he came to the end of their normal walking route and stood sobbing, hands full of flowers.
As he cried, he created small ripples in the Force. These ripples were large enough to be detected by a Jedi and his Padawan, Jais Kartel, on the other side of the market. While Jedi generally didn’t frequent the small farming community, a recent farming tax dispute had brought the pair to help settle a slowly moving tax negotiation to ensure the flow of food into the major cities.
Jais approached the sobbing Kal and picked up the child, being able to sense the child’s force sensitivity. As the Master searched out Kal’s mother, who had diverted from her normal route to look for Kal, Jais brought Kal back to the fountain to look at the flowers. After Kal’s panicking mother had found her child, the two Jedi asked if she knew Kal was force sensitive. Although she was fairly uninterested in the matter, after the two Jedi showed continued interest in Kal’s history, Kal’s mother invited the two Jedi back to their house for the afternoon and evening meals.
Throughout the day, Kal played behind the house with Jais as his parents discussed Kal joining the Jedi for training with Jais’ Master. While his parents were skeptical at first, they were profoundly struck with Kal’s interactions with Jais throughout the day. Kal played with Jais as if they’d be siblings for years – even though Jais was more than a decade older.
After considering it for a week, his parents agreed it was best for Kal to begin training with the Jedi. They believed he’d be better able to further his education and could break away from the family tradition of farming. After the conclusion of the tax negotiations, Kal traveled back to Coruscant with Jais and his Master to begin training at the Jedi Temple.
Youngling:
Kal began his Youngling training at the Jedi Temple at Coruscant. He succeeded in his Academic classes, showing an ability to synthesize information rapidly, even as a child. However, Kal was below average with his Force training.
The Masters felt it was a two-fold problem. First, they believed Kal wasn't the most gifted when it came to basic Force training. Additionally, many of the Masters believed the deeper problem was Kal’s desire to avoid force training where he lacked natural skill. They didn’t believe he was intentionally shirking his training responsibilities, but was rather unconsciously avoiding what he was naturally worse at than the others. However, despite continued private concern among the Masters, Kal surpassed the minimum standard and continued on to further training.
Each time Kal would fail at basic force training, he’d redouble his efforts in lightsaber training and academic training. He would always be giving 100% of his effort, but he focused on things he was naturally inclined to, not what he needed to work on.
Padawan:
Kal was placed with his Master, Rouk Tichar, for training specifically by the Masters because of Tichar’s deep connection with the force as a Jedi Counselor. They believed that by placing the two together, Kal would be exposed to the importance of the Force as a Jedi’s guide. Although Tichar is frustrated with Kal’s force development, he has been impressed by Kal inherent problem solving ability and raw intelligence.
Notably, Kal was the first youngling from his age group to be placed with a Master for training. At the time, he was proud of the distinction. Reflecting back, Kal believes it was an act of frustration by the Masters, hoping that Master Tichar would have greater success with force training.
Shortly after the two becoming paired, Master Tichar saw Kal’s ability while on a diplomatic envoy to the planet of Bastion. Because both Tichar and Kal were humans, they were sent by the Council as representatives from the Council as a planet wide debate on the increasing alien presence in galactic trade unions.
Hatlia Malkid, a representative in the Bastion Senate, was the primary force behind the planet’s increasing complaints of aliens. Hatlia pushed the issue into the political sphere, playing off the inherent emotions and racism of the system’s inhabitants. He hoped for a planet wide vote to end all commercial relations with non-human trade unions. While Master Tichar played careful politics at the conference, stating the Republic’s core values through a logical argument, Master Tichar was unable to break through the emotional influences of the opposition.
While seeking guidance from Jedi Masters and through the Force, Master Tichar saw it as an opportunity to allow his padawan to learn how emotions can made arguments, and especially compromise, difficult. However, Tichar was surprised to find Kal had already read through hundreds of diplomatic cables being published by Malkid’s Public Affairs office. Kal found five published cables which he felt were drastically different than the rest. He not only recognized a different writing style, but the overall message was moderate compared to the bellicose language of the rest.
Although Kal couldn’t give his Master any further insight, Tichar was impressed with the knowledge of the system, the personnel, and hundreds of variables at play to find the small inconsistencies. Tichar was able to use the knowledge of the inconsistency to search out the original author of the diplomatic cables on Malkid’s staff. The disgruntled staffer was upset with the Senator’s hardline stance and presented the two Jedi evidence of the Senator’s corruption, having been offered millions of credits by human trade unions to support the measure. When the Jedi presented the evidence, which they reported as anonymously submitted to them, to the Senate’s judiciary committee, Senator Malkid was immediately censured and stripped of his power…bringing the alien debate to a back burner in the system.
One of the most defining moments in Kal’s training was at the age of 16 after Master Tichar had been recalled to the Temple to participate in a classified war gaming exercise. Kal, excited to be involved, was asked by his Master to focus instead on his individual training. Tichar explained how he felt the entire war gaming exercise to be a foolish waste of Jedi resources, greatly disappointing Kal.
Kal rose early and found himself watching the sunrise from the sparring room he used to frequent as a youngling. The large circular room was flooded with light from the horizon.
“You want to be a Jedi Investigator, right?”
Kal jumped slightly, completely unaware of another individual in the room.
“Yes, I do. Who are you?” Kal asked the cloaked figure whose face was blocked from the bright sunlight. Kal felt his hand drift towards his lightsaber.
“I overheard you talking to an older Knight.” Kal sighed. He’d talked to one person about this before, Jais. He hadn’t even told his Master of his intentions. Kal reached out with the force and sensed no hostile motives of the mysterious cloaked Jedi. He brought his arm back up, attempting to be natural about it, and turned back to watch the sun.
“Ya honestly believe someone was going to attack ya here in the temple?” The figure had obviously noticed Kal had reached for his lightsaber. He shifted his gaze to the traffic flying above the city, pretending not to be flustered.
“With a briefing of this importance going on….” Kal let his statement drift into the silence of the room.
“My Master thinks comin’ ‘ere was a huge waste of time,” the figure pushed back his cloak’s hood. Kal turned and recognized the Padawan as Me’allo Talron. Me’allo had been a few classes older than Kal, but they had crossed paths a few times before. Kal had always kept his distance from the young Jedi. Something just didn’t settle well with him.
“Yeah, so did mine,” Kal mumbled awkwardly. He’d come down here restless and wanting to watch the sunrise…not talk to a stranger he didn’t like.
“Had some good duel time ‘ere growin’ up, huh?” Me’allo asked nicely, obviously wanting to continue the conversation.
“I guess so. Had some good fights. Had some bad ones. All part of our training, right?”
Me’allo shrugged and then smiled. Kal immediately knew the next question when he saw a wry smile spread across his fellow Padawan’s face. “It’s early. Anyone who’s awake and would care about us fighting is gonna be in the briefing already. Wanna relive old times?”
Kal took a deep breath. The room was designed for sparring. It was available for anyone's use. However, just because it wasn’t breaking a rule didn’t mean the Masters would like to find two Padawans fighting unsupervised…especially if a class of Younglings were to walk in. They were always being reminded that the Younglings looked up to the older Padawans. Younglings would see the aggression and take it the wrong way…any corruptive influence could lead to the Dark Side.
Then there was the fact that neither of them had training lightsabers anymore. Their blades would be as deadly as a Sith’s. It would be their responsibility to make sure things stayed safe and didn’t get out of hand.
This is what real combat would be like, Kal thought. You wouldn’t know your opponent. He wouldn’t be a Jedi you'd been raised with. He’d be a stranger. You wouldn’t have your Master by your side reminding you of your mistakes. You’d have your intuition, your skills, your lightsaber, and the Force.
Kal took a deep breath. “Computer,” the room beeped in reply, “lower the sunshade and turn on the competition lighting.” Again, the room beeped in compliance as the large circular room was filled with bright, unnatural lighting. Me’allo was already removing his Jedi robes and Kal followed suit.
“Good luck,” Kal said over the snap-hiss of his lightsaber. He gave a nod, acknowledging his opponent. Kal walked into the duel with the disadvantage of being younger. As he took in one last deep breath and brought the humming blade up next to his face, he reminded himself that an enemy didn’t care how old he was. They’d fight just the same.
“May the Force be with you,” Me’allo replied in his distinct accent followed by the snap-hiss of his lightsaber.
The two Padawan charged, meeting in the center of the room. Kal hadn’t had a direct duel in the last several years against a Jedi of equal match. He’d frequently sparred with Master Tichar and Jais, but they never fought as hard as they could. They’d win every time. Against Me’allo, though, he had a chance.
Kal brought his yellow blade down to the high right and was perried off, immediately having to bring the blade over his head and behind his back to parry a blow from Me’allo.
This was not going to be easy.
Kal whipped his yellow blade around towards his opponent’s face and was again parried. The two blades flooded their faces with light and it was the first time he’d looked directly into Me’allo’s eyes. He began to sense uneasiness in Me’allo.
As soon as Kal had disengaged, he was attacked again. Kal used his speed to dodge and engaged his opponent again, attacking with wide sweeping motions.
Soon, Kal could feel sweat burning down into his eyes. Countless attacks, countless parries. Neither Jedi was gaining ground.
Again, Kal engaged, false stepping to the right, and bringing his lightsaber from the low left to attack Me’allo’s exposed back. Kal came within centimeters of striking his opponent but was blocked. Me’allo locked their blades together, forcing Kal to use his strength to avoid having his blade pushed onto his own face.
This time, as Kal instantaneously looked onto the golden flooded face of Me’allo, he realized his opponent’s eyes flashed with anger. Me’allo’s breathing control had subsided and was being replaced with large grunts. This had become personal.
Me’allo stepped back and dealt an exacting blow to Kal’s lower right side. The hostility surprised him. By using more aggressive attacks, it left Me'allo vulnerable in the chance of a mistake.
Kal knew that his best option would be to defensively switch to Soresu, but Kal had no practice with that form. Trying something new at this point would certainly lose him the duel. All Kal could hope for was a mistake on Me’allo’s part as he began to tire.
Blinking back more sweat as Me’allo’s attacks came in a broken fashion, Kal tried to keep up with his opponent. The anger in each blow was becoming more obvious. Me’allo dropped back to his left foot and stepped forward with his right. This separation of his stance, and altering his center of gravity gave Kal the chance he was hoping for.
Lunging forward, Kal extended his lightsaber over his opponent’s head, forcing Me’allo to bring his saber high to parry. Pushing down and out, Kal caused Me’allo’s saber to rotate in his grip. Using the opportunity, Kal gave a final push, using the leverage his superior stance allowed him. Me’allo’s saber deactivated and went flying into the air. Kal charged forward, knocking Me’allo to the ground.
Me’allo’s saber fell directly in Kal’s possession. Kal extinguished his blade, being flooded with exhaustion. He used the pause to bring his tunic’s sleeve up to his face, wiping sweat away.
“That was a great….” Kal was caught off guard as he heard another snap-hiss of a lightsaber followed by a roar of anger. Me’allo had used the force to grab a training lightsaber off the stand on the side of the room. Apparently, his opponent didn’t think this was over. Kal could feel anger flooding out of Me’allo.
Kal reignited his lightsaber and kept Me’allo’s stolen saber in his off hand. If Kal were to place it back on his belt, Me’allo would simply use the force to rip it off and steal it back. A small part of Kal’s consciousness was jealous of his opponent’s telekinetic abilities.
As the green training saber’s blade crashed down onto Kal’s blade, Kal was reassured as he liked knowing his obviously angry opponent didn’t have access to a real lightsaber.
Quickly, though, Kal learned holding the stolen blade in his off hand was a huge disadvantage. Me’allo was able to use both hands to provide strength and leverage into the blade. Kal took a step back and ignited the blade he’d stolen from Me’allo. If he was going to have to hold the saber, he might as well have the blade ignited.
The snap-hiss filled the room and caused Me’allo to pause. The anger from Me’allo was palpable. His eyes were as if they were weapons themselves, cutting deep into Kal.
Kal took a deep breath and as he felt the force flooding into him, he attacked. His sloppy attempt at the Jar-Kai form was apparent. His own blades slammed into each other as Me’allo parried his successive attacks. Kal spun around, bringing his first blade crashing down onto his opponent’s saber, followed quickly by his second.
“Stop now,” a familiar voice echoed from the entrance of the room. Kal and Me’allo both disengaged and spun to look at the speaker. Master Tichar, Kal’s Master, and Master Adelie, Me’allo’s Master, were standing together at the entrance. Neither Padawan had known how long the two Masters had watched the fight.
Kal was flooded with exhaustion for a second time and the Force left him. They had been fighting for well over half an hour. Kal looked over and saw Me’allo, who’d fallen onto his knees, breathing deeply. Strangely, the anger had left Me’allo, replaced by fatigue and a slight feeling of regret.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” Me’allo said quietly. A new emotion was flooding from Me’allo, embarrassment. He’d expected to beat Kal and gotten angry as the fight had proceeded. Being caught in an angry rage had only embarrassed the padawan.
Kal stood up and walked over to Me’allo, offering him the lightsaber back. “Don’t worry about it, good job.”
Walking down the hallway with his Master, Kal tried to remain silent. He couldn’t get a read on his Master. Was he angry? Was he going to be in trouble?
Finally, Master Tichar stopped at a three way intersection. He took a deep breath and looked down at his Padawan with questioning eyes. “Why did you use the second lightsaber?” Kal paused. His Master had been watching for a decent amount of the fight. That couldn't be a good thing.
“Master, I didn’t have a choice," the young Jedi explained. "It was a disadvantage holding it, so I just thought it'd be easier to use…Why?”
“We’re going to try something new with your training. I’d like to expose you to training specific to the Jar-Kai form. You were naturally better at that then you should have been. You should have injured yourself or Me'allo. Have you ever tried or practiced that before with Jais or a training droid?”
Kal looked up, a smile spreading across his face. “No, Master.”
“Good. We have some work to do.”
RP Sample:
“It looks like he’s leaving the club, Master,” Kal said quietly, holding his drink an inch from his mouth. “I don’t see any sign of a body guard or a tail.” He paused until he raised his glass again, “He’s got a briefcase with him.”
The nightclub’s music was pounding as young citizens, glowing under fluorescent lights, bounced in rhythmic waves. The multi-storied nightclub, Nartis Khan, was one of the most popular dance clubs in the Core…and a great place for an under the table, black market deal.
“What does the Force tell you?” Kal’s earpiece buzzed back at him.
Kal smirked at the question. He reached out with the force and tried to sense the man wearing dark black clothing. He didn’t feel much, either good or bad. “Master, the only things I’m really feeling is that most of the people here think the music is too loud and the drinks are too expensive.”
He could sense his Master rolling his eyes on the other end of the comlink.
Another voice came screaming into Kal’s ear. In order to let Kal hear over the sound of the music, the earpiece was turned to maximum volume. “Do your best to follow him, Kal. We need to know who he’s bringing the samples to.”
Kal recognized the voice as his good friend, Jais. He took one last swig of his bubbly, blue drink. “Copy that,” Kal mumbled into the liquid, attempting to cover his mouth from being lip read.
He reached into his pockets of his clothing and grabbed a few credits to pay for the drink. Trying to repress his excitement, Kal casually threw the credits down onto the bar. The bartender grunted his approval at the generous tip, nodding kindly at Kal.
This had been an unusual assignment for the Jedi. Because the Order isn't always welcome in the Core’s most popular party locations, Kal and his Master went undercover. Unfortunately, with the short notice of the information, the Council was unable to assign the operation to any Jedi Investigators.
With a twenty hour notice prior to the assignment, the Council called on all available Jedi in the system. They only three who were able to respond were Kal, his Master, and Jais, who had been working on an illegal trading operation on the second planet in the system. Kal, with the temporary hiding of his Padawan braid, fit in perfectly into the club's nightly population. Master Tichar, however, did not. Jais was pushing an age where people might ask questions, but the bouncer still allowed him entrance.
The three were asked to infiltrate the nightclub and collect intelligence on Landan Mar, an Astrobiologist who specialized in biological weaponry. The Order was given an anonymous lead that Mar was passing newly weaponized samples of a viral strain to a black market customer.
Kal was at the bar and Jais was on the second-story dance balcony. Master Tichar was outside, ready to intercept a fleeing Mar or to identify any potential big-named buyers coming to purchase the viral samples. All three were undercover, but with quick access to their lightsabers if something got out of hand.
Kal shifted his weight in his bar stool, preparing to leave and follow Mar across the bar. As he turned, instead of moving away from the bar as his muscles expected, he was slammed back into his chair. Warm air passed over Kal’s ear as he loudly heard, “What’s a good looking guy like you doing here alone three nights in a row?” The two nearest men at the packed bar, and even the bartender, eyed Kal with jealousy.
Turning his head slightly to get a look, Kal saw a beautiful human female had pushed him back into his chair. She slipped her hands around his neck and ran them over his chest. “Natalia Nashir, Galactic Security,” she whispered quietly into his ear as she continued to get closer to his body from behind. “Pretend we’re together.”
Kal turned and looked sensually into Natalia’s eyes, using the opportunity to scan the bar for unusual suspects. Why would a Galactic Security agent be here, let alone doing this? The only thing Kal could come up with is that Natalia had no idea that he was a Jedi and was trying to use him to lose a tail that she had picked up. Suddenly, he felt his stomach drop and the Force sending him a bad signal.
“Kal,” his master’s voice buzzed his ear again, “I’m sensing something is wrong. What’s going on?”
Kal was about to answer when Natalia kissed him and pushed him farther into his chair, practically laying him against the bar's counter top.
Jais’ worried voice came through the comlink, “We’re compromised. Abort mission. Master Tichar, get in here.”
Two blaster bolts rang through the nightclub, piercing through the music. Hundreds of screams followed, reverberating off the walls where music had once been. Everyone dropped to the floor. More blaster bolts flew across the club.
Kal grabbed Natalia and jumped behind the bar. “I’m Kal Orden, Jedi Order. What is going on here?”
Natalia looked at Kal, shocked. It confirmed his speculation about her not knowing he was a Jedi. Glass rained down on them as blaster rounds flew into the bar above.
Kal heard a lightsaber ignite, followed by another. Kal poked his head above the bar quickly to survey the scene. Blue and red bolts flew across the nightclub. He saw a green lightsaber on the second floor. Jais. The green blade sparked as it flew into a red blade of an opposing Jedi.
Kal's stomach sank as another lightsaber ignited. A dark Jedi, with a glimmering red blade, stood feet from the bar parrying bolts of blue being shot at him.
This had escalated quickly. Galactic Security, the Jedi, the Sith, and an unknown black market buyer were all interested in what Mar's weaponry had to offer.
“Do you have a blaster on you?” Kal shouted to shocked Natalia. Her glazed eyes showed that she'd been caught off guard by everything that had happened. He reached into his tunic and pulled out both of his lightsabers. Natalia pushed a blaster from her pant leg as a full bottle of alcohol was smashed by an incoming bolt and rained down from above, the falling glass cutting Kal’s arm.
“I want you to lay down as much cover fire as possible. We’ll move left across the bar and try to get to the main exit. My Master is there.” He paused as a bolt shot right above Natalia’s head. “We need him to stay alive tonight. Stay behind me.” Kal used his lightsaber shaft to point to an opening on the left side of the bar. “Go!”
Natalia began crawling to the opening in the bar. Kal stood up, igniting both lightsabers, the yellow hue from the blades shining off the broken glass bottles on the bar's floor.
