The Temple Hangar {Open}

[harborg]

Zul smiled, and jumped inside the starfighter. He pressed a couple of buttons and the engines roared to life. Zul pressed a button and the cockpit started to seal it self shut. Zul saw that his master was taking a bit longer then him to get ready. I will meet you up in orbit, Zul told her using the force. Zul gave her the thumbs up sign and activated the repulsors to get the ship off the ground. The ship slowly lifted off, and Zul turned the ship and headed to the exit. As soon as the ship started to exit the hanger, Zul gave the engines full power and blasted off into the atmosphere.

After achieving orbit, Zul started to check all of the systems to see if they are fully operational. Zul started to mumble to himself, Engines 100%, Shields check , Weapons Good, Navigation Good, Sensors Good, and Hyperdrive excellent. Zul activated his headset, and put it on. Master can you hear me?

[Axelpro]

Zeale stepped inside her fighter and in seconds she launched into orbit with the hyperspace kit attached to the fighter. The fighter appeared in space moments behind Zul's fighter and she heard the young Padawan's words.

Of course Zul, and I think we should get going to Mon Calamari.

She was smiling as she set the coordinates on her computer and after a number of beeps confirming the inputs and the engine to Zeale's fighter roared up shortly before the fighter disappeared.

{to Coral City}

[projectsunfire]

"This is Jedi Sentinel Araon An'mar contacting control. I have an urgent need to speak with the council regarding the Grand Master." Araon groped at the spot on his side where he had been scathed.

"Sentinel An'mar this is control. Approach Hangar 1, the council will debrief you shortly."

Araon nodded silently to himself and flipped off the coms unit. He cut the engines thrust and let the ships repulsors coast into Hangar 1. Quietly he shut off all the equipment and gathered the Grand Masters Folded Robes and Jewelry. Though it struck him just how lost he felt, when he picked up the small chain-link crown that had adorned her Montrails.

He let the loss fall from him, like one of his Jedi Robes before a sparring match. Though he gripped the chain with such strength. Then, forcefully, he put the chain into the folds of the former Grand Masters Robes and began his march to the Council chambers.

<<Moved to Jedi Council>>

[Jasen Mors]

The sun was setting over the large planet wide city of Coruscant and the orange light shone through the open entrance way of the Hangar Bay. An Aurek Tactical Starfighter that had just dropped out of hyperspace after a long journey from Rhen Var, cautiously approached a designated a pad, and slowly lowered into a landing position as the legs popped out of their hiding places and stood in place, the small craft landed with a gentle thud. The whir of the engine faded as the flames died away and the pod opened, allowing a man of average height to step from his craft, he wore a dark brown cloak and cream robes beneath it. He made his way off the edge of it and leaned against the small fighter for a moment, taking some time out to think after his first mission as a Knight.

“I can't help but feel I failed that mission... I managed to stop that... whatever he was from doing anything to the Senator, or at least I hope so. But still, he just had this awful presence, I've never felt that kind of thing before... well, not since...”, he stalled, the man reminding him of that brief time he spent living his life in anger, causing him to feel a slight nausea building in the lowest regions in his gut. “Anyway, who ever he was, he was powerful, and adept at using the Force...”[/color], he thought to himself. The mission had appeared to be easy at start, but it turned upside down once he attempted to meet with the Senator, a strong Force user ambushed him. Jasen had no experience in dealing with these types before, and so he wasn't sure what to expect. He successfully managed to fend off and defeat the man, but he escaped and therefore Jasen couldn't bring the man before the Council.

He snapped out of his little trance and looked around, the Hangar was fairly quiet, although one or two Maintenance Officers were checking out some of the star ships in the bay, he decided that nothing would be accomplished by standing around however and started to make his way out of the Hangar, hoping to find a Master along the way.

[Mara]

Let the Force guide you, always...

The rest of the Jedi from the mission had already left the Providence to enter into the Temple proper itself and give a full report of their mission and the tragic death of one of their own. Xierra Zalq was the lone being still standing near the small nondescript transport. Even after the days it took to journey back to Coruscant, the Falleen female still expected to see her old Master coming around the corner or walking down the ship's ramp. She could still hear his voice in her head, repeating over and over, "Let the Force guide you, always."

She stood still with her head slightly bent downward, her dark hair tumbling around her face, unable to move any further. Any further motion from her body would make the truth even more permacrete. And Xierra didn't want to go into reality, not yet. So she waited by the Providence like a stone statue, hoping, wishing, pleading with the Force to bring Master Revisc back.

Her only movement was her hands, which were turning a black object around and around in her hands. A black lightsaber hilt with intricate designs on its base. Her Master's lightsaber. She knew if she pressed the activator, a deep sapphire blade would emerge. But she also knew she would never do so. This lightsaber would stay silent forever more.

A single tear fell from her eye, but she left it be. The hangar was silent, and she sensed no other presences in it since the rest of her group had left.

Xierra briefly wondered what would become of her now, but those thoughts quickly were covered over by the deeper and more present memories of her fallen Master. Her only true friend and confidant.

Let the Force guide you, always...


Do not mourn, when there is nothing to mourn...

Xierra's head snapped up, her hair flying sporadically around, and she almost dropped Master Revisc's lightsaber hilt, hearing his voice again. But this time it was different, and she wondered if she was going insane. Since his death days ago, it was the first thing she had heard besides the phrase he kept repeating over and over to her.

What did it all mean? What did it really mean, deep down? On the surface, she could figure out the phrase. Her Master didn't want Xierra to be sad for him. But she also knew that most of his teachings had double or triple meanings.

Resolute, she finally moved her booted feet from their planted position near The Providence. Xierra wouldn't get anywhere if she stayed blaming herself and mourning in the hangar. She needed to get out there, to a better place for reflection and meditating.

Xierra attached the second lightsaber to her belt near her own and walked steadily towards the exit and off in the direction of the inside of the Temple proper.


[To Courtyard thread...]

[Miri Mojito]

It had been months since Mirian had last walked through the hangar of the Jedi temple. In fact the last time had been while her own transport the Sightless was docked. She had remembered spending countless hours fixing the damages that had occured to it on its initial voyage here, but alas she had no idea where it was at this time. Now in its place a small personal fighter now sat getting outfitted with its own upgrades. She let out a sigh as she placed her hand on the ships hull. It was cold to the touch and sent a small shiver down the Miraluka's spine. Quickly she withdrew her hand and continued walking along.

It was also in these hangars that she had met a promising young apprentice named Tem. He like herself shared Miraluka blood, andd in that they had bonded. She smiled now to herself remembering how full of life and questions he had been. he had asked her so many things about their ancestory and customs of their people. He had been the apprentice of a very powerful Jedi, who Mirian had been honoured to serve alongside on a mission. Unfortunatly the mission had been a failure, and that Jedi had perished. Since that time she had not seen the padawan and had often wondered what had become of him.

Maybe thats why she was here now, maybe she wanted to see if he would be here like he had been before, awaiting her with so many questions. Somewhere inside her she doubted he would be here, but one could never be so sure of anything when the will of the force was involved. Not far from where she now stood was a large parts crate, and with a sigh Mirian sat upon it. She had enjoyed being here amongst the sounds of screeching metal and beeping droids, it was...calming to her. Not far off she could hear several people arguing over a broken hyperdrive, and she had to smile again.

[Charlie Sharper]

(OOC: It's not amazing, but it'll work)

A sigh escaped his lips as he looked out across the skyline of Coruscant, his thoughts wondered back two weeks to the silent trip back, their mission a failure. Vince was dead, it was a sobering thought, and it was all he could think about on the trip back. It felt like there was nothing left to say, no words that could articulate the feelings the boy was wrestling with inside, so he said nothing the whole way back. Mirian told him he didn’t have to the debriefing with the council, but he did anyway, Vince was his master, it was his job to report his death. After he finished the debriefing he promptly went to his old room, and locked himself away for days on end, only leaving to eat. He spent most of the time meditating and thinking. He began to wonder what the whole thing meant, if the force even had a purpose for him, if this was part of a greater good, but he found himself doubting that was true.

Today he felt especially hopeless, so he decided to find something to occupy his restless mind. He left the room and began wondering down the hall with no particular destination in mind, he just started walking. He quickly lost himself in his thoughts and before he noticed he found himself in the Temple Hanger. He looked out the main hanger as the sun stood high in the sky, he admired the view for a short time. It amazed him that no matter how many times he saw it, the skyline always brought a certain calm over him.

Tem decided it was time to return to his room, and turned back toward the exit when he noticed Mirian sitting on a crate of parts. He hadn’t talked to her since the debriefing, so he walked over to her and noticed her smile, and smiled at her. “Hello Master Fel.”

[Miri Mojito]

It took a few moments for those words to fully process in Mirian.s mind, but once they had she quickly leapt off the crate she had been on and turned to face their source. Standing before her now was the young apprentice that she had just assumed she might never see again, and for the first time since the end of that fateful mission she felt a weight lift from her shoulders. Without another thought she began walking towards young Tem with a large smile on her face. ”Oh Tem, it’s been so long… I thought you might have been sent to another of the enclaves by now.” Her statement was more of a question probing to see if he really were still here or if he had in fact been sent somewhere else.

As Mirian drew in close to the boy she knelt down on one knee and hugged him tightly. This was not a gesture she had used in a while, but in her own mind it seemed to fit the situation nicely. In the time that they had spent apart the young boy had not changed much and that was comforting as well, as now she had a chance to reconnect with him and watch him grow up. ”Where have you been? What have you been up too? How goes your training?” A thousand questions now blurred through Mirian’s mind, and she found herself blurting them out. Another moment passed and she realised that she was still hugging the boy, and suddenly a pang of embarrassment shot through her. Quickly she let go of him and stood up again.

[Charlie Sharper]

[Tem watched as she hopped down from the crates with a grin the size of small moon, he found himself smiling at her too as she walked over to him. “Oh Tem, it’s been so long… I thought you might have been sent to another of the enclaves by now.” His smile didn’t even falter, “No, not yet at least…” He trailed off thinking of how much he dreaded being relocated, but he feared that’s what the council would do since Vince’s death, his smile faded slightly as he thought of his former master. Before Tem knew what was going on Mirian was next to him, hugging him tight, the boy blushed a little as she started firing questions at him, ”Where have you been? What have you been up too? How goes your training?” He smiled wide as she let go, he felt a little embarrassed still, so the questions seemed to be a good topic changer.

“Mostly in my quarters, meditating. After Vince…Well, I needed to get come to terms with what happened.” The boy spoke quietly. “The Council wants to send me to Tython, they think that it might help me move on, but I’d rather stay here, Coruscant is the only home I’ve ever really known…I think I’d miss it too much” He looked at Mirian and thought to ask her the same. “How have you been? What brings you to the Hanger?” He asked politely.

[Miri Mojito]

Mirian blushed again now, realising that she had overwhelmed the poor lad. For a moment she listened to the boys anwsers, which took a moment as she had volleyed several questions. It was certainly distressing to know that the council wanted to send Tem away, after all Mirian did feel a certain responsiblity to the boy. Her smile faded to a small frown as she began to think, on the subject. The council could not really believe it would be better to send the boy away... not with everything that had happened. He needed guidance, and support, especially after losing a master in such a way. It suddenly dawned on the Miraluka that she should take Tem as a padawan, she could help him along better than anyone else. And as he was part Miraluka himself she would betetr understand his needs, and even be able to better aquaint him to his heritage.

A moment later and she realised that Tem had inquired as to how she had been, and what she was doing here of all places. SHe smiled again and anwsered. "I have been well... as well as i can be... Im afraid this busy planet has started to have a negative influence on me though." She continued to smile as she took a quick look around the hangar as if she had a purpose for being here, but found nothing. "As for being here...it is a mystery even to myself. Though i must admit i had placed a hope upon hopes that perhaps id see you here today...this is where we first met after all." Her voice suddenly softened to a tone the kind of which she hadent used in many years. it was a tone of caring and compassion, like a mother speaking to a child. And now speaking to Tem again, and planning to make him a padawan filled wer with warmth.

[Charlie Sharper]

Tem smiled as she answered his question, he had felt an odd pull to the hanger bay as well, and perhaps it was the will of the force, thought the young boy. “I know what you mean Master Fel, sometimes it’s too much for me too, but it is home.” The boy laughed a little, but his thoughts went to Nadiem, he sometimes longed to be there, it was a quiet and peaceful, but that was almost a lifetime ago for the young man and he had no place for such emotions if he was to be a Jedi Knight. “It’s good that you’re here, I was hoping we would meet again…maybe it’s the will of the force.” The boy felt a little dumb saying it, but he did feel like it might have been providence that brought them back to this place that they first met.

“I was wondering Master Fel, what do you think will become of me if they send me to Trython?” he asked with a bit of worry in his voice

[Miri Mojito]

Mirian now looked a little more serious, after being asked about his future if he were moved. In truth she could not even guess what would happen. Perhaps Tem would end up back in classes with other younglings, and if no other master came along by his 13th birthday he would be off to agricorps. Or maybe with such a shortage of masters, they would just send him right away to the corps. Neither one of these options seemed beneficial to the boy, and neither seemed right to Mirian. Though maybe it was the will of the force that they had met today, If mirian took Tem on as a padawan also, then he would stand a chance at being a great Jedi. And having a working pair of eyes, even sensetive ones would prove beneficial to Mirian as her other padawan, Veygo, was blind.

She took a moment to form her words now, and once satisfied she began to speak. "Tem... I don't think it is in your best interest, to be sent away. I think the force did bring us together today, because i intend to train you as a padawan myself." If she had eyes, Tem would surly have been abe to see a twinkle of excitement in them, but perhaps he could sense her excitment. She thought now of her other padawan who interestingly enough was also part Miraluka, though it had been more a plan of the council, than will of the force, that they had met. "I have another padawan learner as well... She is younger than yourself, but she shares our common heritage." This had mearly been a statement of acknoledgement now, so that she could inform Tem of the other padawan that she would be training.

Mirian Took a few moments to mentally figure out how she would go about training two apprentices, and found her own conclussion to be rather simple. She also thought now of her planned trip to Ilum, to assist anothe rmaster in training of her padawan. This would indeed be a good trip for tem to go on, and it would give him a golden opportunity to meet Veygo. Mirian sighed now and lowered her head. "It seems though our time is short, as i have made arrangements to go to Ilum soon. I shall inform the council of my intent to train you as well, before we leave." Even with a lack of masters, and the council granting exceptions to the single padawan rule she knew that it would not be easy to convince them to allow her this.

Mirian turned now to leave the hangar, she had a few things to finish now before they could leave. This would also give Tem time to get his things packed, and get ready for their trip as well. "Cmon Tem... We have a lot to do. You need to pack your things and be ready to go. Also keep in mind that Ilum is very cold." She smirked a little at the word cold. She had always hated the cold and now she would willinggly subject herself to it. This would certainly be a long trip.

[Charlie Sharper]

Tem could sense a change in emotion in Mirian as she became more serious; he looked into her eyes, or at least where her eyes would be if she had any. “Tem... I don’t think it is in your best interest, to be sent away. I think the force did bring us together today, because I intend to train you as a padawan myself.” Tem was startled by her proposition, but he liked the idea, he didn’t want to go to Tryhon anymore then he wanted to spend his life at the Agri Corps, and he did feel a certain pull towards Mirian, he felt like he could trust her. He smiled as he thought about it, he would be a Padawan once more and while he still felt the loss of his first master, he welcomed the new opportunity.

"I have another padawan learner as well... She is younger than yourself, but she shares our common heritage." Tem didn’t know what to make of this at first, he assumed the heritage she meant was that she was Miralukian like Mirian, which was comforting as he wished to learn more about his heritage, but it also meant that most likely Tem would be the only one with conventional eyesight, and his wasn’t all that great either, but he felt that they would manage. Tem couldn’t help but feel a little excited about what his future held, but he did his best to calm himself as Mirian told him about the impending trip to Ilum. "Yes Master Fel, thank you." he said as she turned to go. Tem looked back out of the hanger and out into the Skyline one more time, and then turned to follow Mirian.