Post by Leksy Dioni on Dec 29, 2017 18:23:01 GMT
Leksy Dioni had been awfully busy the last several days since being named a Padawan. Days were filled with all sorts of intense training followed by long periods of secluded and peaceful meditation (by far her worst 'subject'). Virtually all of her free time had been spent wandering the unexplored passageways of the temple the New Jedi Order was setting up in. It was there that she'd found a marvelous discovery and had yet to bring to the attention of the Masters.
So with all that in mind it wasn't a far stretch of the imagination that she'd simply not noticed the other craft parked in the Courtyard near her own modified E-9 Scoutship. Asked to take quarters in the temple she'd obliged and thus hadn't been spending much time in her ship, that is until yesterday. And this morning she was eager to return to The Muse and check in on her little secret... plus a hot shower after their morning run sounded simply marvelous.
[11:10:40]Decimus AmarantIt was easy to mistake the BT-45D as a militant U-wing, but closer inspection noted the lack of visible weapons and the ‘aged’ quality one could generously describe it as. The fresh coat of paint mostly hid the Coruscant Security Force logo beneath it though the green and gold colours still limned the venerable craft. It stood out sharply against the figure on the ramp, dressed in black and red. He came from credits, or at least looked like it, contrary to the ship. A dark suit with a long and heavy coat of dark crimson and a Hapan silk scarf dangled about his neck.
It was the only thing about him that looked refined.
His dark hair was slicked back from a recent shower aboard the craft, an old scar running vertically down the right side of his face. He had a haggard look, the crumpled determination of someone who’d been chewed up and spit out and just didn’t know when to say uncle. One hand was rubbing at his forehead, working away some headache, while the other held a smoke stuck between two fingers. The man gave a drag on the smoke and blew out a blue plume away from the inboard jedi’s general path and offered a squinty-eyed wave.
“Not smoking in the temple, I know, I know,” he called out lazily. “I’m outside it.”
[11:20:26]Leksy DioniHaving just come from a morning run of an unforgiving number of kilometers the slim Zeltron was irascibly dressed quite contrary to the demands of the frigid planets hostile weather. A partial halter vest of black and sky-blue left her arms, mid-section and obvious amount of cleavage exposed to the nipping winds. Skin tight leggings slung low on her hips and ended at the top of her calves matched the top in coloration and patterns. Aside from those the only things she wore were black soft-soled shoes, leather gloves and a sheen of sweat earned on the run.
Eyes on her own ships loading ramp she didn't seem to notice the man, only his ship, until he said something. Always a congenial and upbeat person she readily waved back in greeting and diverted to draw nearer his own ship.
"We aren't allowed to smoke in the temple?" She asked, bemused... an emotion Amarant suddenly could feel himself sharing. "Jedi have SOOOO many rules.."
[11:30:16]Decimus AmarantThe man’s shrewd gaze at least seemed to warm up a bit, and a smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth despite his headache and general grumpiness. His eyes couldn’t help but look the woman over though his gaze didn’t linger uncomfortably. “And according to that old fart, having to work for your credits is some sort of sin. Who knew,” he said with a chuckle.
“Might as well keep my distance. I might be a terrible influence, what with all those rules and my not caring too much for ‘em,” he warned in a joking manner. “You know, I expected more robes and beards around here. Hate to see some of the others wearing that uniform.”
He waved in her general direction, noting her attire.
[11:40:02]Leksy Dioni had no idea which 'old fart' he was referring to, but she shared in his chuckle all the same. The man was in good spirits but there was something he was hiding. Not that big of a deal, really, most people had some sort of facade that they projected as a defensive mechanism. Being empathic didn't allow her to read his mind, but his emotional states may as well have been broadcast to her.
She, in turn, didn't pry or make her observations known... no what she did is sent his jovial feelings right back to him, acting to heighten his humor and good mood. That was the sort of person she was... take something good and warm and amplify for those around her.
Standing at the bottom of his ship's loading ramp she looked down at herself, then over her shoulder back towards the temple. "Yeah... that might be pretty scary." She agreed and looked back to him with a wide grin. "Hey... do you have another smoke?'
[11:43:16]Decimus AmarantShe could feel, behind that redoubled good humour, a core of weariness and bitterness, a hard, jaded core that was about as used as the ship he stood by. But there was a fierce determination in the, despite the niggling fears and doubts. He was like a hunting hound with a scent.
“Sorry. I’m all out,” he told her, looking towards the temple before reaching into his coat to produce one for her, holding it out and giving her a wink. “You didn’t get it from me.”
[11:50:33]Leksy DioniStriding up the ramp she reached out and took the pro-offered stick, popping it in her mouth and motioning for him to light it. "Of course not." She agreed with a conspiratorial wink and a lopsided grin. She was close enough now that her relatively (compared to other zeltrons) weak pheromones would begin tingling his senses. Of course he wasn't likely to detect their presence, but the closer she came to him the more attractive, charming and down-right familiar she would seem.
"I'm Leksy, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm just assuming you're not here to become a Jedi..."
[11:57:13]Decimus Amarant“Pleasure’s mine, Leksy,” he replied with a smirk before fishing out a light to burn the tip of her smoke. “Amarant, Decimus.”
Amarant tucked the battered lighter back into his coat and chuckled. “What? I don’t cut a clean enough image for the New Jedi Order? Cuts deep, Leksy. That cuts deep.”
Still smirking, he drew a holopad from his coat to activate, a holographic image forming before it and between them. A beautiful, blue-skinned chiss woman with a shock of black hair, neatly kept in a bun atop her head hovered between them. “This is Le’irra of House Nar’rro. Family’s looking for her since she disappeared off Coruscant. Nicked a Jedi whatsit from her employer’s collection and been running about the galaxy for some odd reason. Footage at spaceports have shown her being more erratic and not all there. Getting worried. Last hyperspace trajectory took her into this sector and what with there being a Jedi academy here…”
He gave a shrug. “Seemed a good a place as any to ask if you’d seen her. An no, in the name of all things sacred, I am not a bounty hunter.”
[12:01:33]Leksy Dioni"I wasn't even intending to imply that you were, Decimus." She remarked with a grin to his bounty hunter quip. Taking a long drag of the smoke he'd given her she regarded the image of the Chiss woman. "A Bounty Hunter would have been flashing around a lot more blasters and attitude."
She nodded at the image. "I can't say that I've seen her around the Temple... or any Chiss for that matter. What sort of whatsit did she steal?"
[12:07:12]Decimus Amarant“Bah. Left the blaster in there, I think. Attitude’s warming up, though, so…” he grumbled back at her, batting forth small talk like they’d been friends for ages. “Had to explain to one of your Jedi master’s the distinction between a bounty hunter and a Private Investigator. Didn’t seem to get it. Won’t judge him for dropping levitating rocks on his head and making himself a little slow. Happens, right?”
His face remained impassive, but she felt the tug of frustration and worry in him when she mentioned no appearance of any Chiss. “Was a… holo… cron? Holocron. Yeah. Took that from her employer, activated it. Been off on some damn fool Force crusade since.”
Maybe it was the pheromones. Maybe it was the pleasant aura. Could have been the chill wind and the halter top. But for all that it could have been, he spoke up again, staring off at the temple and he opened up a little more than he ever would have. “Worried. She’s been… talking to herself. Saw it in the last holo recording at the spaceport. Think she was talking to the device.”
[12:13:46]Leksy Dioni coughed a puff of smoke out at the mention of the holocron, she'd been thinking maybe the girl had stolen a lightsaber or something else, but a Holocron? That... was huge. She felt his frustration, of course, but that wasn't the sort of thing she'd feed back to him. Instead she pushed some of her excitement on him... because the mention of a holocron was definitely exciting.
"Do you have an image of this Holocron? Or can you describe it? I don't know an awful lot about them... but maybe enough to alleviate some of that worry."
[12:18:55]Decimus AmarantThere was a glimmer of defiant hope that sparked in him and he looked her way. Though he still looked haggard, there was a fire in his eyes as he slipped a few fingers across the datapad.
“Sorta PI would I be if I didn’t keep tabs on leads or evidence?” he replied slyly before sifting through the data before he found the proper recording. It took a number of minutes, but the holo was found and a decent, if slightly blurry, image of the Chiss woman and the Holocron were apparent. “See? Got it in her left hand there. Whatever you know about them is more than I do. All I know is how much they cost in insurance creds. You study these things?”
She could feel something shift in his head; a razor sharp focus that honed in on her, watching her carefully, a healthy amount of skepticism mixed with eagerness.
[12:34:24]Leksy Dioni"Apparently not a very good one. But you're the first PI I've met... so I'm just phishing around for details." She liked the way his eyes sparked with interest and hope. It lent him a more personable and attractive aire. While feeding him back his excitement, boosted by her own, she also slipped some appreciation for physical attractiveness in there. True he'd already showed some for her... but this was the first she'd felt about him... and that's what allowed her to heighten his own. It was just a sort of subtle way for her to reciprocate the appreciation. His eyes were quite beautiful when they were alight.
When she finally saw the image of the Holocron in the woman's hand she coughed out a puff of smoke and her jaw dropped open, her eyes going wide. "That! She has that?... That Holocron!?"
[12:40:42]Decimus AmarantFor the first time, she felt a touch of resistance in his emotions and his mind. Surely, she’d stoked his attentions on her but what seemed like years of practice overrode the instinct to sneak another peek at her while she was distracted with the holo.
He snuck a peek at her while she coughed.
Well. Almost overrode it. A dark eyebrow quirked upward, and though he kept a flat, disinterested tone, she could feel how his mind screamed out in victory. He’d found something. Something useful. “Well, I don’t see her stuffing other ancient Jedi artifacts down her shirt, so I’ll have to assume that’s the only one’s she’s got. Granted, I wouldn’t be surprised if she did have two more smuggled in there, but, that’s just my keen, Private Investigator senses pointing out an observation or two.”
He tossed his smoke to the ground and crushed it under a boot, slipping the holopad up and making his fingers dance across it as he took notes. “What is it? Something important I’m guessing? Or is it some piece of garbage?”
[12:50:39]Leksy Dioni tossed her own smoke aside and slipped closer to him. Maybe it was the attraction, maybe it was the cold on her exposed flesh, maybe it was because he pulled the datapad closer to himself. She shook her head and looked up at him, raking a hand back through her sky-blue hair and away from the shaved side of her head.
"You must show that to the Masters. As quickly as you can. My study of holocrons is a very recent undertaking but that is definitely a Jedi Holocron, and it may possibly be THE Jedi Holocron, the Great Holocron! It was lost during the Clone Wars. It's a repository of immense amounts of Jedi Knowledge and History."
She paused suddenly remembering why she wanted to see the item that was stolen. "She is likely talking to it, learning from it. They are said to be interactive instructors... almost certainly from the perspective of the Light Side of the Force. There probably isn't much to worry about for her, from the holocron itself. But if she's flashing it around... it WILL attract the wrong sort of attention."
[12:58:00]Decimus Amarant“Well,” he said, blinking owlishly. She felt the moment in his head where the trapdoor gave way and he fell into a category known as ‘Way above my paygrade’. To his credit, however, it didn’t seem to dissuade him about the job he had to do.
“Shit,” he vocalized elegantly. A calloused hand scratched at his chin. “Well. Makes some sense. Insurance claims it’s older than the once Republic. Collector used to work for the Imperial Palace. If that helps any. But I agree. She keeps flashing that thing around and she is gonna get less warm and fuzzy attention than myself. And if I’m the friendliest thing she’s got going for her, she’s in trouble.”
Amarant tucked the datapad into his long coat and flashed her a grin that made him look ten years younger, and not the banged up four decades that he was. “Alright. I’m not dressed for a jog, but lead the way. You do the talking with the Jedi Masters though. I haven’t had my caf yet.”
Leksy Dioni was absolutely bubbling with eager excitement, it was coming off of her in waves so powerful that Decimus could feel it and absolutely KNOW that they were not his own emotions. The Zeltron was currently broadcasting with all the subtle finesse of a 4-ton wrecking ball. Though she shared in some of his apprehension of the Chiss woman's imminent peril, she wasn't sharing that with the world.
"I'm dressed for a jog, without the actual jogging I'm getting really cold. Grab your Kaf... I'll grab a change of clothes and meet you back out here, then we're off to find Master Sola. She'll have a better idea of what to do next." Out of pure excitement she leaned up and kissed him on the mouth, pressing her lean fit body against him, then turned and darted off for her own ship to clean up and grab warmer clothes.
So with all that in mind it wasn't a far stretch of the imagination that she'd simply not noticed the other craft parked in the Courtyard near her own modified E-9 Scoutship. Asked to take quarters in the temple she'd obliged and thus hadn't been spending much time in her ship, that is until yesterday. And this morning she was eager to return to The Muse and check in on her little secret... plus a hot shower after their morning run sounded simply marvelous.
[11:10:40]Decimus AmarantIt was easy to mistake the BT-45D as a militant U-wing, but closer inspection noted the lack of visible weapons and the ‘aged’ quality one could generously describe it as. The fresh coat of paint mostly hid the Coruscant Security Force logo beneath it though the green and gold colours still limned the venerable craft. It stood out sharply against the figure on the ramp, dressed in black and red. He came from credits, or at least looked like it, contrary to the ship. A dark suit with a long and heavy coat of dark crimson and a Hapan silk scarf dangled about his neck.
It was the only thing about him that looked refined.
His dark hair was slicked back from a recent shower aboard the craft, an old scar running vertically down the right side of his face. He had a haggard look, the crumpled determination of someone who’d been chewed up and spit out and just didn’t know when to say uncle. One hand was rubbing at his forehead, working away some headache, while the other held a smoke stuck between two fingers. The man gave a drag on the smoke and blew out a blue plume away from the inboard jedi’s general path and offered a squinty-eyed wave.
“Not smoking in the temple, I know, I know,” he called out lazily. “I’m outside it.”
[11:20:26]Leksy DioniHaving just come from a morning run of an unforgiving number of kilometers the slim Zeltron was irascibly dressed quite contrary to the demands of the frigid planets hostile weather. A partial halter vest of black and sky-blue left her arms, mid-section and obvious amount of cleavage exposed to the nipping winds. Skin tight leggings slung low on her hips and ended at the top of her calves matched the top in coloration and patterns. Aside from those the only things she wore were black soft-soled shoes, leather gloves and a sheen of sweat earned on the run.
Eyes on her own ships loading ramp she didn't seem to notice the man, only his ship, until he said something. Always a congenial and upbeat person she readily waved back in greeting and diverted to draw nearer his own ship.
"We aren't allowed to smoke in the temple?" She asked, bemused... an emotion Amarant suddenly could feel himself sharing. "Jedi have SOOOO many rules.."
[11:30:16]Decimus AmarantThe man’s shrewd gaze at least seemed to warm up a bit, and a smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth despite his headache and general grumpiness. His eyes couldn’t help but look the woman over though his gaze didn’t linger uncomfortably. “And according to that old fart, having to work for your credits is some sort of sin. Who knew,” he said with a chuckle.
“Might as well keep my distance. I might be a terrible influence, what with all those rules and my not caring too much for ‘em,” he warned in a joking manner. “You know, I expected more robes and beards around here. Hate to see some of the others wearing that uniform.”
He waved in her general direction, noting her attire.
[11:40:02]Leksy Dioni had no idea which 'old fart' he was referring to, but she shared in his chuckle all the same. The man was in good spirits but there was something he was hiding. Not that big of a deal, really, most people had some sort of facade that they projected as a defensive mechanism. Being empathic didn't allow her to read his mind, but his emotional states may as well have been broadcast to her.
She, in turn, didn't pry or make her observations known... no what she did is sent his jovial feelings right back to him, acting to heighten his humor and good mood. That was the sort of person she was... take something good and warm and amplify for those around her.
Standing at the bottom of his ship's loading ramp she looked down at herself, then over her shoulder back towards the temple. "Yeah... that might be pretty scary." She agreed and looked back to him with a wide grin. "Hey... do you have another smoke?'
[11:43:16]Decimus AmarantShe could feel, behind that redoubled good humour, a core of weariness and bitterness, a hard, jaded core that was about as used as the ship he stood by. But there was a fierce determination in the, despite the niggling fears and doubts. He was like a hunting hound with a scent.
“Sorry. I’m all out,” he told her, looking towards the temple before reaching into his coat to produce one for her, holding it out and giving her a wink. “You didn’t get it from me.”
[11:50:33]Leksy DioniStriding up the ramp she reached out and took the pro-offered stick, popping it in her mouth and motioning for him to light it. "Of course not." She agreed with a conspiratorial wink and a lopsided grin. She was close enough now that her relatively (compared to other zeltrons) weak pheromones would begin tingling his senses. Of course he wasn't likely to detect their presence, but the closer she came to him the more attractive, charming and down-right familiar she would seem.
"I'm Leksy, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm just assuming you're not here to become a Jedi..."
[11:57:13]Decimus Amarant“Pleasure’s mine, Leksy,” he replied with a smirk before fishing out a light to burn the tip of her smoke. “Amarant, Decimus.”
Amarant tucked the battered lighter back into his coat and chuckled. “What? I don’t cut a clean enough image for the New Jedi Order? Cuts deep, Leksy. That cuts deep.”
Still smirking, he drew a holopad from his coat to activate, a holographic image forming before it and between them. A beautiful, blue-skinned chiss woman with a shock of black hair, neatly kept in a bun atop her head hovered between them. “This is Le’irra of House Nar’rro. Family’s looking for her since she disappeared off Coruscant. Nicked a Jedi whatsit from her employer’s collection and been running about the galaxy for some odd reason. Footage at spaceports have shown her being more erratic and not all there. Getting worried. Last hyperspace trajectory took her into this sector and what with there being a Jedi academy here…”
He gave a shrug. “Seemed a good a place as any to ask if you’d seen her. An no, in the name of all things sacred, I am not a bounty hunter.”
[12:01:33]Leksy Dioni"I wasn't even intending to imply that you were, Decimus." She remarked with a grin to his bounty hunter quip. Taking a long drag of the smoke he'd given her she regarded the image of the Chiss woman. "A Bounty Hunter would have been flashing around a lot more blasters and attitude."
She nodded at the image. "I can't say that I've seen her around the Temple... or any Chiss for that matter. What sort of whatsit did she steal?"
[12:07:12]Decimus Amarant“Bah. Left the blaster in there, I think. Attitude’s warming up, though, so…” he grumbled back at her, batting forth small talk like they’d been friends for ages. “Had to explain to one of your Jedi master’s the distinction between a bounty hunter and a Private Investigator. Didn’t seem to get it. Won’t judge him for dropping levitating rocks on his head and making himself a little slow. Happens, right?”
His face remained impassive, but she felt the tug of frustration and worry in him when she mentioned no appearance of any Chiss. “Was a… holo… cron? Holocron. Yeah. Took that from her employer, activated it. Been off on some damn fool Force crusade since.”
Maybe it was the pheromones. Maybe it was the pleasant aura. Could have been the chill wind and the halter top. But for all that it could have been, he spoke up again, staring off at the temple and he opened up a little more than he ever would have. “Worried. She’s been… talking to herself. Saw it in the last holo recording at the spaceport. Think she was talking to the device.”
[12:13:46]Leksy Dioni coughed a puff of smoke out at the mention of the holocron, she'd been thinking maybe the girl had stolen a lightsaber or something else, but a Holocron? That... was huge. She felt his frustration, of course, but that wasn't the sort of thing she'd feed back to him. Instead she pushed some of her excitement on him... because the mention of a holocron was definitely exciting.
"Do you have an image of this Holocron? Or can you describe it? I don't know an awful lot about them... but maybe enough to alleviate some of that worry."
[12:18:55]Decimus AmarantThere was a glimmer of defiant hope that sparked in him and he looked her way. Though he still looked haggard, there was a fire in his eyes as he slipped a few fingers across the datapad.
“Sorta PI would I be if I didn’t keep tabs on leads or evidence?” he replied slyly before sifting through the data before he found the proper recording. It took a number of minutes, but the holo was found and a decent, if slightly blurry, image of the Chiss woman and the Holocron were apparent. “See? Got it in her left hand there. Whatever you know about them is more than I do. All I know is how much they cost in insurance creds. You study these things?”
She could feel something shift in his head; a razor sharp focus that honed in on her, watching her carefully, a healthy amount of skepticism mixed with eagerness.
[12:34:24]Leksy Dioni"Apparently not a very good one. But you're the first PI I've met... so I'm just phishing around for details." She liked the way his eyes sparked with interest and hope. It lent him a more personable and attractive aire. While feeding him back his excitement, boosted by her own, she also slipped some appreciation for physical attractiveness in there. True he'd already showed some for her... but this was the first she'd felt about him... and that's what allowed her to heighten his own. It was just a sort of subtle way for her to reciprocate the appreciation. His eyes were quite beautiful when they were alight.
When she finally saw the image of the Holocron in the woman's hand she coughed out a puff of smoke and her jaw dropped open, her eyes going wide. "That! She has that?... That Holocron!?"
[12:40:42]Decimus AmarantFor the first time, she felt a touch of resistance in his emotions and his mind. Surely, she’d stoked his attentions on her but what seemed like years of practice overrode the instinct to sneak another peek at her while she was distracted with the holo.
He snuck a peek at her while she coughed.
Well. Almost overrode it. A dark eyebrow quirked upward, and though he kept a flat, disinterested tone, she could feel how his mind screamed out in victory. He’d found something. Something useful. “Well, I don’t see her stuffing other ancient Jedi artifacts down her shirt, so I’ll have to assume that’s the only one’s she’s got. Granted, I wouldn’t be surprised if she did have two more smuggled in there, but, that’s just my keen, Private Investigator senses pointing out an observation or two.”
He tossed his smoke to the ground and crushed it under a boot, slipping the holopad up and making his fingers dance across it as he took notes. “What is it? Something important I’m guessing? Or is it some piece of garbage?”
[12:50:39]Leksy Dioni tossed her own smoke aside and slipped closer to him. Maybe it was the attraction, maybe it was the cold on her exposed flesh, maybe it was because he pulled the datapad closer to himself. She shook her head and looked up at him, raking a hand back through her sky-blue hair and away from the shaved side of her head.
"You must show that to the Masters. As quickly as you can. My study of holocrons is a very recent undertaking but that is definitely a Jedi Holocron, and it may possibly be THE Jedi Holocron, the Great Holocron! It was lost during the Clone Wars. It's a repository of immense amounts of Jedi Knowledge and History."
She paused suddenly remembering why she wanted to see the item that was stolen. "She is likely talking to it, learning from it. They are said to be interactive instructors... almost certainly from the perspective of the Light Side of the Force. There probably isn't much to worry about for her, from the holocron itself. But if she's flashing it around... it WILL attract the wrong sort of attention."
[12:58:00]Decimus Amarant“Well,” he said, blinking owlishly. She felt the moment in his head where the trapdoor gave way and he fell into a category known as ‘Way above my paygrade’. To his credit, however, it didn’t seem to dissuade him about the job he had to do.
“Shit,” he vocalized elegantly. A calloused hand scratched at his chin. “Well. Makes some sense. Insurance claims it’s older than the once Republic. Collector used to work for the Imperial Palace. If that helps any. But I agree. She keeps flashing that thing around and she is gonna get less warm and fuzzy attention than myself. And if I’m the friendliest thing she’s got going for her, she’s in trouble.”
Amarant tucked the datapad into his long coat and flashed her a grin that made him look ten years younger, and not the banged up four decades that he was. “Alright. I’m not dressed for a jog, but lead the way. You do the talking with the Jedi Masters though. I haven’t had my caf yet.”
Leksy Dioni was absolutely bubbling with eager excitement, it was coming off of her in waves so powerful that Decimus could feel it and absolutely KNOW that they were not his own emotions. The Zeltron was currently broadcasting with all the subtle finesse of a 4-ton wrecking ball. Though she shared in some of his apprehension of the Chiss woman's imminent peril, she wasn't sharing that with the world.
"I'm dressed for a jog, without the actual jogging I'm getting really cold. Grab your Kaf... I'll grab a change of clothes and meet you back out here, then we're off to find Master Sola. She'll have a better idea of what to do next." Out of pure excitement she leaned up and kissed him on the mouth, pressing her lean fit body against him, then turned and darted off for her own ship to clean up and grab warmer clothes.