Post by seras on Jan 5, 2018 18:28:43 GMT
[22:11:20]
Gale Maral:
If the ship hadn't spoken first, there'd have been no real way to notice she was coming in till she hit atmosphere. The Whisper was a smuggler's dream. Or, in the case of it's previous to the second owner, an assassins. But, Gale'd been told to bring a message and, yaknow, not freak the locals the fuck out. So, she'd radio'd ahead of her presence after dropping into the system. "Ay, yo, direct message from New Republic command fer... whoever's the top a'the heap around here?" She was landing at the only sign of settlement on the planet, easy enough between the Whispers sensors, the Republic's intel and her own sense of the Force. Touching down on the outside of the settlement, the matte black ship loomed as the loading ramp slid down, and from it stepped... Gale.
[22:16:33]
Sola Kimillia:
Sola was always busy these days, either working directly with the students or adjusting their curriculum as the days went by. Ziost was still a frozen wasteland for the most part and they needed most of their supplies shipped in so while unusual was not cause for alarm. She was alerted to the message thanks to an older astromech droid, and so picked up a com. "This is Sola Kimillia, top of said heap." She replied warmly. "What can I do for you?"
[22:19:47]
Gale Maral:
"Message fer ya, which is t'be delivered t'yer hands and that's the roight name I was given, so meetcha where?" came Gale's response as she stood there with the lovely sights of Ziost stretching before her. And thirty seconds later that was more than enough. "I'm out on t'edge of the settlement. Name's Gale Maral(tab 2). Republic fancy secret courier service."
[22:28:39] Leon Salrix bows his head in deep meditation and reaches out through the force, he could feel the arrival of Gale yet her intentions loomed inches from his grasp. These weeks at the academy were enlightening, finally Leon was among others like him. In the days passed Skywalker had already shown him how to utilize and channel this new found entity in a way never thought imaginable. For now he sat cross legged within the temple's entrance, facing toward the door while attempting to keep his consciousness in the present moment.
[22:30:09]
Sola Kimillia:
"The front door is usually a good place to knock." She replied kindly and made her way down toward the atrium at the base of the temple to wait for the woman. She opened the door via her datapad and nodded toward Leon as he sat there. "Look alive, young Jedi. We have company."
[22:34:12]
Leon Salrix:
"Of course, master Jedi." he responds tranquilly while slowly standing to full height. Both almond shaped eyes open to focus on both Sola and the new arrival Gale, he could feel her sensitivity through the force but not quite its magnitude. "Luckily my turret system is offline.. Or else our guest would have had an interesting time dealing with some of the bugs I'm having trouble with."
[22:36:54]
Gale Maral:
Dual pistols at her hips, as much a matter of fashion and comfort as anything else. But, as a sign of... something or other, they had been strapped and holstered firmly. She hiked the short distance from her landing site towards the main building. "A'ight, I'm here. Which of ya is Sola Kimilia?" she asked as she stood there. Her presence in the Force was... fluctuating. Constantly twisting, rise and fall. Emotions obviously roiled deep in her, and yet for the scars she wore and the mercenary look to her, it was like a rising dawn, the light breaking through the dark of it's own.
[22:40:13]
Sola Kimillia:
"That would be me." Sola spoke with a warm smile, her own presence in the Force like the sun at high noon during spring. It was warm and reassuring, but not overwhelming or blinding. The fact she could detect the young woman in the Force was surprising to her but then again...the Force worked in mysterious ways. It wouldn't be the first Force sensitive to show up at their doorstep. "What can I do for you my friend?" She said, approaching her and extending her hand
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[22:46:12]
Gale Maral:
"Aye, you look like the picture I was given," Gale said as she pulled a sealed cylinder from a pocket inside her coat with one hand while giving a firm, nearly crushing, hand shake with the other. "Message from the New Republic fer ya. Yer eyes only, top secret shush kinda thing. Like, got t'meet the Commodore 'erself and handed the message personal like level secret shite." The cylinder was pushed into Sola's hand like a snake about to bite her.
"S'yer problem now, do with it as y'will." There was an amused if somewhat grim smile to her as she said that. Gale was... not the most serious of people, but she could understand secrets and the power they could wield.
[22:55:23]
Rem Loria:
Pain is weakness leaving the body. Working it harder made it better, doing it faster made you stronger. She believed in fitness, and a million other sayings ran through her mind as Rem sped through her crunches. She had lost count of them after the one hundredth and was simply continuing with the exercise because the burning she felt in all of her muscles was something she could quantify, pains in the body were way easier to deal with than pains of the spirit and one had the advantage of masking the other. She collapsed onto her back and breathed in for a moment, the medical droid looming over. “I would recommend a rest period of at least 22-standard hours now Miss Loria.” He extended a tray with a towel and a protein shake to her, but she decided to just leg-kick herself up and steal both items. “Thanks for the advice Doc.” She dabbed the towel on her face, and then pounded the shake by drinking half in a single gulp. “I’ll mull it over during my jog. Three miles sounds good today.” There was a rising protest, but she was three-quarters out of the room when it began. She had to put in work, work, work. Because work, work, work, work, was what she lived for.
[22:59:21]
Leon Salrix:
"This sounds a little above my pay grade.. If you'll excuse me. Master Kimillia." Leon arches forward in a slight bow before turning to proceed towards the left wing of the building. There he walks down the corridor and disappears into one of the many vacant rooms connected to the broad hallway.
Leon sits center of the room and easily falls back into his deep meditative state within seconds. Leon extends through the force, beginning to alter the programming in the academy's current turret systems that he installed himself. In another attempt to finish repairing them.
[23:00:29]
Skywalker:
"Talkative one." The Skywalker came up behind Gale, seemingly out of nowhere. He'd been off the grid for a week now, exploring the planet's deeper Force sensitive badlands, braving the harshness on his own to further his training - returning finally just in time to greet their company. In reality, he'd sensed the woman's Force, her presence interesting him enough to rough the hike back to the Temple the newly formed Academy had been inhabiting. He met the three with a smirk, looking to Gale - observing her with minimal movement of the eye. He was searching her for something deeper than an outward appearance... "—For a super secretive courier, of course." He didn't bother shaking her hand, instead, he'd break his gaze and turn his attention to Leon, giving the boy a nod as he ushered himself out - the Skywalker already interrupted enough, and stepped up to where Sola had been standing, turning to face Gale again. Whatever Sola heard, he could and should hear as well.
[23:03:56]
Sola Kimillia:
She overlooked the message with no visible change of expression despite the fact the contents put her ill at ease. Luke's sudden entrance drew a bow from her. "Good to see you again, Master Skywalker. I trust your journey was fruitful." She said with her typical warm smile. "And yes, it might be wise not to announce what you are carrying is super secret in the future my friend." She stated and after looking the message over handed it to Luke.
[23:07:41]
Gale Maral:
There was a moment of dawning realization who she was talking to, the gods damned Skywalker. Small fangirlish smile crept over her face before she got a hold of herself. "An' I can shut me mouth fine if I need ta. But roight now this is a place where if there's some Imp crawlin' about, I was roight fucked 'fore I set foot on the ground, so 'ere we are. Master Skywalker, aye?" She did manage something that could almost be called a respectful half-bow.
A shrug as she stood there. And another of those roiling surges of the Force from her, like a crashing wave on a distant, battered beach. Roar of surf and the mist of wind and water. "But, 'sides, future me is still smilin' and noddin' so I did right by things."
[23:13:30] Skywalker despite being a Master himself, Sola held years more experience than him - utmost respect oozed from the young Skywalker's mannerisms as he nodded to her, seeing the inquiry as a right to further interrupt their guest's mission. "More or less, I wouldn't recommend it to the students for a time." He took the cylindrical canister from his fellow Jedi Master, looking over the contents with a look of dismay. "I wasn't expecting the Jedi to be considered soldiers so quickly after returning." His chest drew in a heavy breath as he looked back to Gale, having missed not a single word from her lips as he read over the message. "I'll request you refrain from the language while you're on the grounds. Gives off a bad energy." As if on cue, those reverberating fluctuations coming from Gale struck at Luke, he was sure Sola felt it too. It caused a reaction unfamiliar with him - like nothing he'd felt before. Or maybe not as distant, something here yet at the very instant far away again. "The Commodore. They sent you here with this?" He looked to Sola for any hint of information she could further produce, knowing how easily the woman found things he could not.
[23:14:56] Rem Loria founded the corner as she was about to head out and saw the small gathering. Master Sola and damn, Master Skywalker was back! There was also the unknown woman. She offered a bow to all of them. "Masters." She looked to the man and the woman, and then the unknown woman. "Hi." She cleared her throat and did her best to look presentable, hard task considering the sweaty mess she was.
[23:27:34]
Sola Kimillia:
"It is something we will have to discuss with everyone." Sola replied evenly. It was despite the dire request that her aura remained vibrant and warm and reassuring, like a big fuzzy blanket. The woman had complete mastery over her emotions and remained a beacon in the Force always. The answer to this was not a simple one, and she had no idea if there was a 'right' answer. The chance of ending the war sooner vs endangering their students. "Are you sure this is the only reason you were sent here?" She inquired with another smile toward Gale. She nodded to the young woman as she rounded the corner. "Ah, Rem Loria. Still trying to run yourself ragged before twenty I see."
[23:31:40]
Gale Maral:
A nod to the new entrant, but that was about all the scarred Force sensitive merc offered. Well, was she a merc, really anymore? She was still mulling that one over. Certainly wasn't a free agent entirely. "Aye, that she did. Right lady she is. Former Imp, but not everyone can be proper righteous from t'start. Nae even me. Prolly why I respect her, and Cap'n Pallaeon. They started in a dark place but went and found the right way on their own, aye?" She listened to Sola's words with a pause and a nod. "Thinkin' someone out there wit' a touch a the force themselves prolly was hopin' yer lot would rub off on me or somethin' and mentioned I got a sneaky lil' ship to the right people." Turning to Rem, she introduced herself with an offered hand to shake and a name. "Gale Maral(tab 2). Cap'n a'the Whisper."
[23:40:54] Skywalker could count on Sola to be a beacon, even when he felt himself slipping out of balance. This moment, these feelings he'd been forced to come face to face within the badlands, admitting his failures, as well as his triumphs over his father, over the Emperor. A hushed grump escaped as he returned the message to Sola, deeming it rightfully her property now - his attention shifting with the others to Rem, a student he'd not seen in a while. The Master offered her a nod, glad to see she was keeping up with her regimen in his absence. Gale's words remained in his mind, however, mulling over the details of her rather casual way of presenting her informal request to stay with the new Order. He needed guidance, reflection - it seemed too rushed, too unmotivated - the girl had potential, true but at what cost would it take to teach her? For that matter, was there not a deeper reason to send her? The Commodore seemed to be on a warpath, clearly wanting the Jedi to help with overtaking the land. Something didn't sit well, in fact, it felt like wasted potential, as he was already deciding against taking her in.
[23:45:09]
Rem Loria:
"Nice to meet you Gale. Did you bring more rations in? The last batch we got was spoiled or something, they tasted off." She had been so involved in her training regimen she didn't feel the nervousness of the atmosphere or piece together why Master Skywalker and Master Kimillia were looking at the young woman the way they were. "And Master Sola, no pain no gain and whatnot. Fat Jedi don't last long."
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[23:49:18]
Sola Kimillia:
“I see, well it would be poor form of us not to at least invite you to take a days rest here. I can’t imagine the journey was an easy one, we aren’t exactly on commonly traveled roads out here, and it seems that your message requires an answer. We shall discuss it amongst ourselves and give you just that.” Sola replied kindly. It was an open-handed gesture but not necessarily a committed one. “Rem Loria here is one of our students.” She introduced the young woman for Gale seeing as she had left her own name out. “And quite the fitness maniac at that. So tell me Gale…how long have you known?” She trusted the woman knew what she was talking about. “And what has it been like?”
[23:55:37]
Gale Maral:
Watching Skywalker and Kimillia's reactions carefully, Gale nodded faintly to the offer of hospitality. "Was nae here for a supply run, but I kin deffo share some a'my rations an' the like. Get H3N4 t' cook if ya want too. I'm guessin' yer not t'drinkin' lot though." Wry grin at that before turning her attention back to Sola. "In a weird scratchy way, all me life, not like somethin' I knew what it was, but even growin' up an urchin on't streets of Ostenbruck I knew shite I had no way t'rightful like know. Knew knew, prolly twelve or so." There was a dark look to her, obviously bad memories stirred up that she didn't hide all that well. It also probably answered the second question to a degree.
[0:00:19]
Skywalker:
"Language." Was all he offered up immediately, ultimately his arms drew upwards at his chest, crossing each other. His following words would be directed towards Sola, despite his gaze still locked on Gale. "Potential, definitely... And at such a young age. Even my Father didn't fully grasp what he had till he was older." He still didn't like it, but recruiting students was in Sola's right, he'd leave the ultimate decision to her.
[0:05:08]
Rem Loria:
“You’d better listen to him or you’ll be donating to the swear jar next. Most of the credits in there are mine I’ll admit.” Rem injected in there, perhaps to bring some levity into the conversation. “I’ll take you up on that offer later Gale. Master Skywalker, Master Kimillia.” She bowed to both of them and waved as she made a b-line around them to finish her jog. It had been an interesting conversation but she felt she didn’t really have a place in it, and she didn’t want her muscles to start locking up on her from being idle for too long.
[0:09:01]
Sola Kimillia:
"It manifests itself differently for everyone. For some it is dreams, for some it is randomly throwing things against the wall. You're lucky that your own was a subtle variation." She said and why she was lucky was anyones guess, but the slight frown she had implied some sort of imperial intervention! She began to lead Gale inside the temple proper which was obviously still a work in progress given the improvised light strings along the ceiling and the space heaters darted here and there. "It's not much, I'll admit. But it's home."
[0:09:01]
Sola Kimillia:
"It manifests itself differently for everyone. For some it is dreams, for some it is randomly throwing things against the wall. You're lucky that your own was a subtle variation." She said and why she was lucky was anyones guess, but the slight frown she had implied some sort of imperial intervention! She began to lead Gale inside the temple proper which was obviously still a work in progress given the improvised light strings along the ceiling and the space heaters darted here and there. "It's not much, I'll admit. But it's home."
[0:13:56]
Gale Maral:
"Ah shite, sorry... sh- sorry." She caught herself again. "Look, I ran wit' gangers. Did stuff I am not happy with t'survive. Tried to make things better and got way 'head a meself an' made sh- stuff worse. Thing is, it was what I needed t'do t'survive. So, nature 'as t'is means y'need to adapt or die. An' me, I got these ideas of this ol' lady giving me thumbs up or thumbs down sometimes. Learned t'trust them." Shrug as she followed Sola along, talking as she went. "Got older and realized th' ol' lady was my own self. Not sure if, like I'm getting future me messages or jus' my brain puttin' on a show to make sense of shite, yaknow?" Once more slipping into her casual swearing.
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Sola Kimillia:
"Very curious." She remarked with a nod. "I have heard similar things, such as a departed friend or relative acting in the same manner. I believe that it is not by chance you have ended up here Gale. But whatever happens from this point forward must be your choice, I urge you to think nothing of destiny." She continued and they were now in something of a common area of the temple, a few younger students milling about, chatting or playing games.
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Gale Maral:
Nodding to the kids, and getting more than a few stares for the myriad scars, small and some not so much, along with the tattoo work on her arms as she took her jacket off now that they were inside, Gale grimmaced a bit at that little thought. Hell, made plenty of sense, growing up she didn't have friends or relatives, only herself to count on really. Made a damn load of sense. "Aye, so, y'want some food t'eat? I keep a good stock on the Whisper and H3N4 is a right proper wiz at cookin' fer a decommed warbot. Prolly got the Joy of Cookin' coded in by bored, hungry troopers way back when." An amused grin on her face as she tied her jacket around her waist.
As to the offer, she considered for a moment. "I dinnae. I'm older 'n all of ya 'ceptin' maybe you and Master Skywalker. Tried t'teach myself how t'lightsaber fight an' nearly took me own bloody leg off in the attempt. I was right fullamyself in my late teens."
[0:34:09]
Sola Kimillia:
"It would be very rude of me to decline free food when offered, wouldn't it?" She replied simply on the matter and took a seat in one of the lounge chairs, keeping an eye on the other woman. "No one is older than me Gale, believe me." She chuckled lightly to herself on that, her advancing age always humorous to her. "We don't have the luxury to take Force-sensitive infants away from their parents these days, and perhaps that is for the best. We accept those of all ages and backgrounds. The old ways were venerable, yes...but they didn't win us many friends, and we simply cannot afford to be orthodox these days."
[0:44:24]
Gale Maral:
Giving a good hard laugh at the orthodox line, Gale just shook her head and grinned. Took her a minute to calm down actually, finally stilling to dull chuckles. "Mmm. H3N4, bring the stir fry set and make a meal for... a lotta folks. Gods only know what they've been forced to endure down here." This was said to her comms, before looking back to Sola. "I'll give it some thought. What's yer stance on relationships? I'm prolly not gonna be swingin' a laser sword 'round. But, I can do bloody miracles with a blaster."
A few minutes later a B2 SBD appeared, though it was very obviously demilitarized with very mismatched arms replacing the original arms, along with a variety of patchwork repairs across the armored torso. "H3N4. Decommed super battle droid. Good friend, kept me sane-ish in my wanderin' time."
The droid did not seem to acknowledge the presence of anyone else, instead seemingly focused on cooking as it set up a burner and large wok. "Believe only about half of what this woman says, the other half is probably drunken misremembering, or bluster." The droid's voice was an even smooth tone that somehow managed to still come across as jokingly sarcastic.
[0:49:35]
Sola Kimillia:
"Relationships can be both dangerous and give one something to fight all the harder for. Again we cannot afford to orthodox. I take it since you asked that so quickly you already have one of those things." She replied, adding in some air quotes for the 'things' bit. She gave a polite nod to the droid but said nothing given it reminded her of dark days before even darker days. "Ah! There is something I would like to ask you in turn then, Gale; what is a Jedi?"
[0:53:28]
Gale Maral:
"Hell if I know. What bits I scabbed together, it's... to be blunt, a lotta mystic woo shi- stuff. But, given what I scrabbled was stuff like black market holovids an' the like I am nae gonna judge on stuff like that. I mean, one dude guy wit' a sword holdin' off fifty battle droids?" She laughed and shook her head. "Jus' need the fifty droids to fire at the same time and boom, nothin' but bits left."
Beside them H3N4 was chopping vegetables at a rapid pace, the knife an insane machine speed blur as vegetables slid through it in paper thin slices before being tossed into the hot oil in the wok with a loud sizzle and the satisfying scent of cooking.
[1:03:48]
Sola Kimillia:
"A bunch of mystic woo-shi stuff indeed." She replied with a laugh. "A Jedi is something that shouldn't exist quite frankly, because they must spend their entire lives dancing upon the edge of a razor. They are the eye of the storm. They must be capable warriors but celebrate and work toward peace always. They must be trusting but always on guard, confident but not arrogant, wise but know there is always more left to learn. They must master their own emotions but embrace the positive and reject the negative. A lightsaber does not make a Jedi anymore than a blaster rifle makes the one who wields it a soldier." She sniffed, looking toward the droid. "I was not aware that culinary programs existed for that model."
[1:08:13]
Gale Maral:
"Yeah, no, the vids I saw was basically warrior monk space wizard bullshite. So, yeah, not what I was expectin' but I learned to expect the unexpected." She grabbed herself a plate of food from the wok, just reaching with a scoop while H3N4 was still tossing the huge thing, casual as could be while grabbing a couple of scoops of the fried vegetables onto a heaping plate, along with some dried noodles. "Help yerself. S'the rule on the Whisper. An' yeah, like I said, figure some bored, hungry soldiers on whatever the hell dirtball H3N4 found 'isself on decided they'd like somethin' not like standard rations t'eat and got some slicer t'add some subroutines. Only got like... 3 things 'e can't cook worth a damn, and eggs is two of them." She grinned as she forked food into her mouth.
Gale Maral:
If the ship hadn't spoken first, there'd have been no real way to notice she was coming in till she hit atmosphere. The Whisper was a smuggler's dream. Or, in the case of it's previous to the second owner, an assassins. But, Gale'd been told to bring a message and, yaknow, not freak the locals the fuck out. So, she'd radio'd ahead of her presence after dropping into the system. "Ay, yo, direct message from New Republic command fer... whoever's the top a'the heap around here?" She was landing at the only sign of settlement on the planet, easy enough between the Whispers sensors, the Republic's intel and her own sense of the Force. Touching down on the outside of the settlement, the matte black ship loomed as the loading ramp slid down, and from it stepped... Gale.
[22:16:33]
Sola Kimillia:
Sola was always busy these days, either working directly with the students or adjusting their curriculum as the days went by. Ziost was still a frozen wasteland for the most part and they needed most of their supplies shipped in so while unusual was not cause for alarm. She was alerted to the message thanks to an older astromech droid, and so picked up a com. "This is Sola Kimillia, top of said heap." She replied warmly. "What can I do for you?"
[22:19:47]
Gale Maral:
"Message fer ya, which is t'be delivered t'yer hands and that's the roight name I was given, so meetcha where?" came Gale's response as she stood there with the lovely sights of Ziost stretching before her. And thirty seconds later that was more than enough. "I'm out on t'edge of the settlement. Name's Gale Maral(tab 2). Republic fancy secret courier service."
[22:28:39] Leon Salrix bows his head in deep meditation and reaches out through the force, he could feel the arrival of Gale yet her intentions loomed inches from his grasp. These weeks at the academy were enlightening, finally Leon was among others like him. In the days passed Skywalker had already shown him how to utilize and channel this new found entity in a way never thought imaginable. For now he sat cross legged within the temple's entrance, facing toward the door while attempting to keep his consciousness in the present moment.
[22:30:09]
Sola Kimillia:
"The front door is usually a good place to knock." She replied kindly and made her way down toward the atrium at the base of the temple to wait for the woman. She opened the door via her datapad and nodded toward Leon as he sat there. "Look alive, young Jedi. We have company."
[22:34:12]
Leon Salrix:
"Of course, master Jedi." he responds tranquilly while slowly standing to full height. Both almond shaped eyes open to focus on both Sola and the new arrival Gale, he could feel her sensitivity through the force but not quite its magnitude. "Luckily my turret system is offline.. Or else our guest would have had an interesting time dealing with some of the bugs I'm having trouble with."
[22:36:54]
Gale Maral:
Dual pistols at her hips, as much a matter of fashion and comfort as anything else. But, as a sign of... something or other, they had been strapped and holstered firmly. She hiked the short distance from her landing site towards the main building. "A'ight, I'm here. Which of ya is Sola Kimilia?" she asked as she stood there. Her presence in the Force was... fluctuating. Constantly twisting, rise and fall. Emotions obviously roiled deep in her, and yet for the scars she wore and the mercenary look to her, it was like a rising dawn, the light breaking through the dark of it's own.
[22:40:13]
Sola Kimillia:
"That would be me." Sola spoke with a warm smile, her own presence in the Force like the sun at high noon during spring. It was warm and reassuring, but not overwhelming or blinding. The fact she could detect the young woman in the Force was surprising to her but then again...the Force worked in mysterious ways. It wouldn't be the first Force sensitive to show up at their doorstep. "What can I do for you my friend?" She said, approaching her and extending her hand
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[22:46:12]
Gale Maral:
"Aye, you look like the picture I was given," Gale said as she pulled a sealed cylinder from a pocket inside her coat with one hand while giving a firm, nearly crushing, hand shake with the other. "Message from the New Republic fer ya. Yer eyes only, top secret shush kinda thing. Like, got t'meet the Commodore 'erself and handed the message personal like level secret shite." The cylinder was pushed into Sola's hand like a snake about to bite her.
"S'yer problem now, do with it as y'will." There was an amused if somewhat grim smile to her as she said that. Gale was... not the most serious of people, but she could understand secrets and the power they could wield.
[22:55:23]
Rem Loria:
Pain is weakness leaving the body. Working it harder made it better, doing it faster made you stronger. She believed in fitness, and a million other sayings ran through her mind as Rem sped through her crunches. She had lost count of them after the one hundredth and was simply continuing with the exercise because the burning she felt in all of her muscles was something she could quantify, pains in the body were way easier to deal with than pains of the spirit and one had the advantage of masking the other. She collapsed onto her back and breathed in for a moment, the medical droid looming over. “I would recommend a rest period of at least 22-standard hours now Miss Loria.” He extended a tray with a towel and a protein shake to her, but she decided to just leg-kick herself up and steal both items. “Thanks for the advice Doc.” She dabbed the towel on her face, and then pounded the shake by drinking half in a single gulp. “I’ll mull it over during my jog. Three miles sounds good today.” There was a rising protest, but she was three-quarters out of the room when it began. She had to put in work, work, work. Because work, work, work, work, was what she lived for.
[22:59:21]
Leon Salrix:
"This sounds a little above my pay grade.. If you'll excuse me. Master Kimillia." Leon arches forward in a slight bow before turning to proceed towards the left wing of the building. There he walks down the corridor and disappears into one of the many vacant rooms connected to the broad hallway.
Leon sits center of the room and easily falls back into his deep meditative state within seconds. Leon extends through the force, beginning to alter the programming in the academy's current turret systems that he installed himself. In another attempt to finish repairing them.
[23:00:29]
Skywalker:
"Talkative one." The Skywalker came up behind Gale, seemingly out of nowhere. He'd been off the grid for a week now, exploring the planet's deeper Force sensitive badlands, braving the harshness on his own to further his training - returning finally just in time to greet their company. In reality, he'd sensed the woman's Force, her presence interesting him enough to rough the hike back to the Temple the newly formed Academy had been inhabiting. He met the three with a smirk, looking to Gale - observing her with minimal movement of the eye. He was searching her for something deeper than an outward appearance... "—For a super secretive courier, of course." He didn't bother shaking her hand, instead, he'd break his gaze and turn his attention to Leon, giving the boy a nod as he ushered himself out - the Skywalker already interrupted enough, and stepped up to where Sola had been standing, turning to face Gale again. Whatever Sola heard, he could and should hear as well.
[23:03:56]
Sola Kimillia:
She overlooked the message with no visible change of expression despite the fact the contents put her ill at ease. Luke's sudden entrance drew a bow from her. "Good to see you again, Master Skywalker. I trust your journey was fruitful." She said with her typical warm smile. "And yes, it might be wise not to announce what you are carrying is super secret in the future my friend." She stated and after looking the message over handed it to Luke.
[23:07:41]
Gale Maral:
There was a moment of dawning realization who she was talking to, the gods damned Skywalker. Small fangirlish smile crept over her face before she got a hold of herself. "An' I can shut me mouth fine if I need ta. But roight now this is a place where if there's some Imp crawlin' about, I was roight fucked 'fore I set foot on the ground, so 'ere we are. Master Skywalker, aye?" She did manage something that could almost be called a respectful half-bow.
A shrug as she stood there. And another of those roiling surges of the Force from her, like a crashing wave on a distant, battered beach. Roar of surf and the mist of wind and water. "But, 'sides, future me is still smilin' and noddin' so I did right by things."
[23:13:30] Skywalker despite being a Master himself, Sola held years more experience than him - utmost respect oozed from the young Skywalker's mannerisms as he nodded to her, seeing the inquiry as a right to further interrupt their guest's mission. "More or less, I wouldn't recommend it to the students for a time." He took the cylindrical canister from his fellow Jedi Master, looking over the contents with a look of dismay. "I wasn't expecting the Jedi to be considered soldiers so quickly after returning." His chest drew in a heavy breath as he looked back to Gale, having missed not a single word from her lips as he read over the message. "I'll request you refrain from the language while you're on the grounds. Gives off a bad energy." As if on cue, those reverberating fluctuations coming from Gale struck at Luke, he was sure Sola felt it too. It caused a reaction unfamiliar with him - like nothing he'd felt before. Or maybe not as distant, something here yet at the very instant far away again. "The Commodore. They sent you here with this?" He looked to Sola for any hint of information she could further produce, knowing how easily the woman found things he could not.
[23:14:56] Rem Loria founded the corner as she was about to head out and saw the small gathering. Master Sola and damn, Master Skywalker was back! There was also the unknown woman. She offered a bow to all of them. "Masters." She looked to the man and the woman, and then the unknown woman. "Hi." She cleared her throat and did her best to look presentable, hard task considering the sweaty mess she was.
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Sola Kimillia:
"It is something we will have to discuss with everyone." Sola replied evenly. It was despite the dire request that her aura remained vibrant and warm and reassuring, like a big fuzzy blanket. The woman had complete mastery over her emotions and remained a beacon in the Force always. The answer to this was not a simple one, and she had no idea if there was a 'right' answer. The chance of ending the war sooner vs endangering their students. "Are you sure this is the only reason you were sent here?" She inquired with another smile toward Gale. She nodded to the young woman as she rounded the corner. "Ah, Rem Loria. Still trying to run yourself ragged before twenty I see."
[23:31:40]
Gale Maral:
A nod to the new entrant, but that was about all the scarred Force sensitive merc offered. Well, was she a merc, really anymore? She was still mulling that one over. Certainly wasn't a free agent entirely. "Aye, that she did. Right lady she is. Former Imp, but not everyone can be proper righteous from t'start. Nae even me. Prolly why I respect her, and Cap'n Pallaeon. They started in a dark place but went and found the right way on their own, aye?" She listened to Sola's words with a pause and a nod. "Thinkin' someone out there wit' a touch a the force themselves prolly was hopin' yer lot would rub off on me or somethin' and mentioned I got a sneaky lil' ship to the right people." Turning to Rem, she introduced herself with an offered hand to shake and a name. "Gale Maral(tab 2). Cap'n a'the Whisper."
[23:40:54] Skywalker could count on Sola to be a beacon, even when he felt himself slipping out of balance. This moment, these feelings he'd been forced to come face to face within the badlands, admitting his failures, as well as his triumphs over his father, over the Emperor. A hushed grump escaped as he returned the message to Sola, deeming it rightfully her property now - his attention shifting with the others to Rem, a student he'd not seen in a while. The Master offered her a nod, glad to see she was keeping up with her regimen in his absence. Gale's words remained in his mind, however, mulling over the details of her rather casual way of presenting her informal request to stay with the new Order. He needed guidance, reflection - it seemed too rushed, too unmotivated - the girl had potential, true but at what cost would it take to teach her? For that matter, was there not a deeper reason to send her? The Commodore seemed to be on a warpath, clearly wanting the Jedi to help with overtaking the land. Something didn't sit well, in fact, it felt like wasted potential, as he was already deciding against taking her in.
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Rem Loria:
"Nice to meet you Gale. Did you bring more rations in? The last batch we got was spoiled or something, they tasted off." She had been so involved in her training regimen she didn't feel the nervousness of the atmosphere or piece together why Master Skywalker and Master Kimillia were looking at the young woman the way they were. "And Master Sola, no pain no gain and whatnot. Fat Jedi don't last long."
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Sola Kimillia:
“I see, well it would be poor form of us not to at least invite you to take a days rest here. I can’t imagine the journey was an easy one, we aren’t exactly on commonly traveled roads out here, and it seems that your message requires an answer. We shall discuss it amongst ourselves and give you just that.” Sola replied kindly. It was an open-handed gesture but not necessarily a committed one. “Rem Loria here is one of our students.” She introduced the young woman for Gale seeing as she had left her own name out. “And quite the fitness maniac at that. So tell me Gale…how long have you known?” She trusted the woman knew what she was talking about. “And what has it been like?”
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Gale Maral:
Watching Skywalker and Kimillia's reactions carefully, Gale nodded faintly to the offer of hospitality. "Was nae here for a supply run, but I kin deffo share some a'my rations an' the like. Get H3N4 t' cook if ya want too. I'm guessin' yer not t'drinkin' lot though." Wry grin at that before turning her attention back to Sola. "In a weird scratchy way, all me life, not like somethin' I knew what it was, but even growin' up an urchin on't streets of Ostenbruck I knew shite I had no way t'rightful like know. Knew knew, prolly twelve or so." There was a dark look to her, obviously bad memories stirred up that she didn't hide all that well. It also probably answered the second question to a degree.
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Skywalker:
"Language." Was all he offered up immediately, ultimately his arms drew upwards at his chest, crossing each other. His following words would be directed towards Sola, despite his gaze still locked on Gale. "Potential, definitely... And at such a young age. Even my Father didn't fully grasp what he had till he was older." He still didn't like it, but recruiting students was in Sola's right, he'd leave the ultimate decision to her.
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Rem Loria:
“You’d better listen to him or you’ll be donating to the swear jar next. Most of the credits in there are mine I’ll admit.” Rem injected in there, perhaps to bring some levity into the conversation. “I’ll take you up on that offer later Gale. Master Skywalker, Master Kimillia.” She bowed to both of them and waved as she made a b-line around them to finish her jog. It had been an interesting conversation but she felt she didn’t really have a place in it, and she didn’t want her muscles to start locking up on her from being idle for too long.
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Sola Kimillia:
"It manifests itself differently for everyone. For some it is dreams, for some it is randomly throwing things against the wall. You're lucky that your own was a subtle variation." She said and why she was lucky was anyones guess, but the slight frown she had implied some sort of imperial intervention! She began to lead Gale inside the temple proper which was obviously still a work in progress given the improvised light strings along the ceiling and the space heaters darted here and there. "It's not much, I'll admit. But it's home."
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Sola Kimillia:
"It manifests itself differently for everyone. For some it is dreams, for some it is randomly throwing things against the wall. You're lucky that your own was a subtle variation." She said and why she was lucky was anyones guess, but the slight frown she had implied some sort of imperial intervention! She began to lead Gale inside the temple proper which was obviously still a work in progress given the improvised light strings along the ceiling and the space heaters darted here and there. "It's not much, I'll admit. But it's home."
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Gale Maral:
"Ah shite, sorry... sh- sorry." She caught herself again. "Look, I ran wit' gangers. Did stuff I am not happy with t'survive. Tried to make things better and got way 'head a meself an' made sh- stuff worse. Thing is, it was what I needed t'do t'survive. So, nature 'as t'is means y'need to adapt or die. An' me, I got these ideas of this ol' lady giving me thumbs up or thumbs down sometimes. Learned t'trust them." Shrug as she followed Sola along, talking as she went. "Got older and realized th' ol' lady was my own self. Not sure if, like I'm getting future me messages or jus' my brain puttin' on a show to make sense of shite, yaknow?" Once more slipping into her casual swearing.
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Sola Kimillia:
"Very curious." She remarked with a nod. "I have heard similar things, such as a departed friend or relative acting in the same manner. I believe that it is not by chance you have ended up here Gale. But whatever happens from this point forward must be your choice, I urge you to think nothing of destiny." She continued and they were now in something of a common area of the temple, a few younger students milling about, chatting or playing games.
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Gale Maral:
Nodding to the kids, and getting more than a few stares for the myriad scars, small and some not so much, along with the tattoo work on her arms as she took her jacket off now that they were inside, Gale grimmaced a bit at that little thought. Hell, made plenty of sense, growing up she didn't have friends or relatives, only herself to count on really. Made a damn load of sense. "Aye, so, y'want some food t'eat? I keep a good stock on the Whisper and H3N4 is a right proper wiz at cookin' fer a decommed warbot. Prolly got the Joy of Cookin' coded in by bored, hungry troopers way back when." An amused grin on her face as she tied her jacket around her waist.
As to the offer, she considered for a moment. "I dinnae. I'm older 'n all of ya 'ceptin' maybe you and Master Skywalker. Tried t'teach myself how t'lightsaber fight an' nearly took me own bloody leg off in the attempt. I was right fullamyself in my late teens."
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Sola Kimillia:
"It would be very rude of me to decline free food when offered, wouldn't it?" She replied simply on the matter and took a seat in one of the lounge chairs, keeping an eye on the other woman. "No one is older than me Gale, believe me." She chuckled lightly to herself on that, her advancing age always humorous to her. "We don't have the luxury to take Force-sensitive infants away from their parents these days, and perhaps that is for the best. We accept those of all ages and backgrounds. The old ways were venerable, yes...but they didn't win us many friends, and we simply cannot afford to be orthodox these days."
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Gale Maral:
Giving a good hard laugh at the orthodox line, Gale just shook her head and grinned. Took her a minute to calm down actually, finally stilling to dull chuckles. "Mmm. H3N4, bring the stir fry set and make a meal for... a lotta folks. Gods only know what they've been forced to endure down here." This was said to her comms, before looking back to Sola. "I'll give it some thought. What's yer stance on relationships? I'm prolly not gonna be swingin' a laser sword 'round. But, I can do bloody miracles with a blaster."
A few minutes later a B2 SBD appeared, though it was very obviously demilitarized with very mismatched arms replacing the original arms, along with a variety of patchwork repairs across the armored torso. "H3N4. Decommed super battle droid. Good friend, kept me sane-ish in my wanderin' time."
The droid did not seem to acknowledge the presence of anyone else, instead seemingly focused on cooking as it set up a burner and large wok. "Believe only about half of what this woman says, the other half is probably drunken misremembering, or bluster." The droid's voice was an even smooth tone that somehow managed to still come across as jokingly sarcastic.
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Sola Kimillia:
"Relationships can be both dangerous and give one something to fight all the harder for. Again we cannot afford to orthodox. I take it since you asked that so quickly you already have one of those things." She replied, adding in some air quotes for the 'things' bit. She gave a polite nod to the droid but said nothing given it reminded her of dark days before even darker days. "Ah! There is something I would like to ask you in turn then, Gale; what is a Jedi?"
[0:53:28]
Gale Maral:
"Hell if I know. What bits I scabbed together, it's... to be blunt, a lotta mystic woo shi- stuff. But, given what I scrabbled was stuff like black market holovids an' the like I am nae gonna judge on stuff like that. I mean, one dude guy wit' a sword holdin' off fifty battle droids?" She laughed and shook her head. "Jus' need the fifty droids to fire at the same time and boom, nothin' but bits left."
Beside them H3N4 was chopping vegetables at a rapid pace, the knife an insane machine speed blur as vegetables slid through it in paper thin slices before being tossed into the hot oil in the wok with a loud sizzle and the satisfying scent of cooking.
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Sola Kimillia:
"A bunch of mystic woo-shi stuff indeed." She replied with a laugh. "A Jedi is something that shouldn't exist quite frankly, because they must spend their entire lives dancing upon the edge of a razor. They are the eye of the storm. They must be capable warriors but celebrate and work toward peace always. They must be trusting but always on guard, confident but not arrogant, wise but know there is always more left to learn. They must master their own emotions but embrace the positive and reject the negative. A lightsaber does not make a Jedi anymore than a blaster rifle makes the one who wields it a soldier." She sniffed, looking toward the droid. "I was not aware that culinary programs existed for that model."
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Gale Maral:
"Yeah, no, the vids I saw was basically warrior monk space wizard bullshite. So, yeah, not what I was expectin' but I learned to expect the unexpected." She grabbed herself a plate of food from the wok, just reaching with a scoop while H3N4 was still tossing the huge thing, casual as could be while grabbing a couple of scoops of the fried vegetables onto a heaping plate, along with some dried noodles. "Help yerself. S'the rule on the Whisper. An' yeah, like I said, figure some bored, hungry soldiers on whatever the hell dirtball H3N4 found 'isself on decided they'd like somethin' not like standard rations t'eat and got some slicer t'add some subroutines. Only got like... 3 things 'e can't cook worth a damn, and eggs is two of them." She grinned as she forked food into her mouth.