In the vacuumless black void of space lies a singular planet, grey as colourless slate, that slowly orbits around an old dying star. It travels alone; the only other body in this system is the blood-red star it dances with eternally. Yet, the world is not a faded grey due to being empty of nought but barren rock. Instead, an impermeable layer of ashen fog strangles the planet. If one were to fly close enough, they would notice some features on what would seem a featureless rock. Massive stone monoliths covered in a verdant life pierce the tide of haze, reaching away from the planet as if to escape the prison of mist. This is the planet called Achlys.

There is life on this planet, rare and remote, but life nonetheless. Gigantic beasts, shrouded by the suffocating wall of fog, stalk the labyrinthine maze of grey, dumb and without thought. Masked by the mist, their true appearance is unknown. Only a rare, distorted shadow glides through their colourless prison, giving a poor estimation of their actual shape.

But these immense monsters aren't alone, there is sentience on this planet. Humanoids, a term brimming with arrogance and self-importance, populate those giant rock pillars jutting from the smog. Not just are they Humanoids, but their traits and appearance are so close to Human they are almost indistinguishable from the species that dominate the stars. This Near-Human species, named Ramdar, are only discernible due to their dull red pupils and marginally paler skin.

It is long forgotten how the Ramdar arrived at this planet by both the tribal population and the wider galaxy, which cares nothing about another species of humanoids on a tiny world. For those that bother to speculate, it is agreed that they were once Human. Too similar in appearance, no one would have the gall to claim convergent evolution with any seriousness. The prevailing theory is a mining ship had once been forced to land on the planet of Achlys; the vessel lost in a dungeon of fog, and the crew spread from monolith to monolith with primitive gliders as their population slowly expanded over millennia.

Then with a suddenness that tired Achlys has never experienced before, new sentient races explode in number. With the opening of the once-named Unknown Regions, there was money to be made. Initially, small numbers of explorers took scans and hurried on past Achlys, to map the next system and the one after that. Then came the new lords. The government of the galaxy was slow and plodding; the Republic was not the one to plant the flag or reap the reward. The Hutts came, and with them came their pet Iridonians and Gamorreans, among others, to enforce their masters' new laws. To colonise, conquer and enslave these new backward systems. To create a new Hutt Empire.

This is the planet where you were born, this is where you used to live, and this is a memory of a life that used to be your own.

>You are Christopher(male)
>You are Mara(female)

Got bored and gave it a go, not really happy with my writing. If it is too low quality/not your style just say, I can delete the thread and pretend nothing happened.

>>5648295
>You are Christopher(male)
My guy this is not low quality writing.
Decent amount of text and also an exposition.

>>5648295
>You are Christopher(male)

>>5648295
>You are Christopher(male)
Looks alright to me

You are trapped in a great hall, a chimaera of rock and plasteel, ugly and unsightly. A mix between the old and the new ages of Achlys, ancient untouched stone crudely conjoined with off-world metal. It was once a hollow cavity of a giant pillar recently conquered by the new population. It is where the Ramdar used to live, isolated from the wider galaxy, and some still do but now as slaves. Alien boring machines have expanded these recesses and dug deeper into this large column, clawing towards the planet's core to reach newly founded ultra-dense minerals that make up the new era of ship hull plating.

A young Ramdar boy stands with eyes downcast, wearing nought but a cold electronic collar and worn, ripped brown rags. Shivers wrack his body as his arms wrap around himself, trying to conjure heat in this hard place. A messy mop of dirty blond hair obfuscates his sullen red pupils. Eyes, unfocused, tunnelling into the bleak metal floor beneath his feet. Behind him stands an Iridonian, not garbed in warplate like many others in the large hall, but in an ostentatious robe of purple patterned with some form of heraldry and metallic silver lines flowing down his wiry body. The lordly Iridonian eyes are affixed to the only being in the gallery to whom he pays homage. An obese sickly green slug lies on a giant gilded throne. Naked and powerful, the Hutt gazes down at his chattel from a raised plinth in all his nakedness.

That young boy is you. Little over nine standard years old. Born into serfdom, promised to die young with lungs full of dirt in a collapsed alcove in the great mines of your planet. These years later, in this dream of a memory, you can't remember why you wore the collar, but the sensation is something you can still recall. There is a tightness around your throat. Each breath you take is awkward and a struggle, although brief relief is granted when you are gifted with a rare gulp of water, momentarily clearing your oesophagus.

You were born into a race of beings without hope, a slave species for the Hutts to use for their whimsy. Memories of the period are scant, but you remember the oppressive sense of despair enveloping your every thought. Lashed by the cold wind howling through the air vents, your teeth chatter as your hands dully rub against your body, trying to spark some warmth.

This is the last day you were collared and property to some other foul being, wearing nothing but tatters. This was the first day in your life where you truly felt hope.

An explosion violently throws you to the ground. Battered and bruised from the blast and previous beatings inflicted by your betters, you gaze up in fear and wonder at a plume of dust spat out from the ceiling. The cloud spills down into a column at the centre of the great hall, all eyes try to pierce the particles to see either the hole left in the cavern roof by the blast, or anything obscured in the powder. There is a second of silence in which nothing happens apart from the accelerated pounding of the adrenaline-filled hearts.

The cloud of grey rock fragments begins to slowly settle, and hands grasp blasters, blades and any weapon on their person. You do not; you have nothing but the threadbare clothes you wear, and now hope. Hope that your life will change, hope that you will finally taste freedom. A barely audible whooshing sound emanates from the cloud, faintly painting the fog a light blue. The sound repeats, and the colour of the illuminated dust intensifies, becoming stronger and more vibrant.

A rolling wave throws the dust outwards, revealing a teenage girl holding two bars of concentrated blue plasma. And she is captivating. Her flawless blue face contrasts with her brilliant ruby eyes, which intensely scan the room. Poised in a crouch, like a felinid predator about to pounce. Rich black hair, tied in a knot, dances as she examines the room. Her face is coated in a carefree, joyful smile which is half truthful. You can glimpse a level of intense concentration locked behind her smile, only visible when gazing into her determined eyes. Never have you been able to adequately describe her in that moment, your words unable to paint her true beauty. If you were ever pressed to give a single word to depict her, which would do her no fairness, you would say with all honesty, angelic.

An eruption of green and red blaster bolts explode into the world. A second Jedi leaps from the hole, this time a middle-aged male human with a blade as green as the first leaf of a Do’Aw tree. The Jedi and their bladers are too fast for your eyes. Weaving between bursts of fire, they parry an odd round gifting an assailant with a smouldering hole where his chest once was. With each evasion, they move faster towards the crowd firing at them. As soon as they get within lightsaber reach, the battle is over. Blades effortlessly slice into slavers and mercenaries with no hesitation.

After the melee, they, she finds you cowering behind the corpse of one of the many dead Iridonians, awestruck. Prior determination from the battle evaporates from her eyes, and she greets you with the most perfect smile you’ll ever see. Alyla, a name she shares with you, reaches out with a hand to take yours. The rest of the dream becomes a blur and melts away as you slowly break out of slumber.

You are home, on a massive world-spanning city sitting on what must be a planet below. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you find a genuine smile. That memory is a treasured one. But it is more than that, it is something you've internalised and been inspired by. You will be like Alyla, you will be the beacon of light that shines hope into the destitute and downtrodden hearts of the galaxy.

Not only blessed by a treasured memory from the past, but today is also the beginning of your graduation from Initiate to Padawan. Finally, you will construct your very own lightsaber. No longer will you be stuck with a second-hand training blade. It is the first step in your journey to be a hero like the stories you consume from the Archives, of Jedi from old fighting for all that is good against the impossible odds; you will add your account to these chronicles, joining them to inspire future generations of younglings. And the one thing you look forward to the most today, something you won't verbalise and even struggle to admit to yourself, is gaining a master. Because it will be a certain Chiss Knight you have idolised for the past four years, you can feel it in the force.

The vibrant orange of the Coruscant sunrise spills out of a window, painting the room in its colour. Two rows of ten bunkbeds stretch down the corridor. Looking around, you see all but one of your thirty-seven clan mates sleeping in their beds. Kret, a Neimoidian Initiate who you speak to little, must have, somehow, been more excited than you and started with the day. That thrill is something you understand all too well, but you try to fight the emotions off as such feelings are un-Jedi-like. Until the possible becomes actual, it is only a distraction.

The day is early, and you have time to spend before your trials of graduation to Padawan. Where do you go? (What are you especially good at?)

>(Strength) The Lower Temple Spaceport, in return for helping unload the ships, you hear rumours that aren't voiced inside the temple walls.

>(Agility) The Training Hall of Hiss, you love weaving through the ever-changing obstacles the room spawns from its bowels.

>(Endurance) The Central Garden of Tranquillity, every morning you ritually run the circumference of the park until your lungs burn from exhaustion and then carry on some more.

>>5648295
>>You are Mara(female)

>>5648480
>(Endurance) The Central Garden of Tranquillity, every morning you ritually run the circumference of the park until your lungs burn from exhaustion and then carry on some more.

>>5648480
>The central garden

Yeah! Endurance to keep at the fight. Where others falter, we won't.

>>5648480
>(Endurance) The Central Garden of Tranquillity, every morning you ritually run the circumference of the park until your lungs burn from exhaustion and then carry on some more.

>>5648480
>(Endurance) The Central Garden of Tranquillity, every morning you ritually run the circumference of the park until your lungs burn from exhaustion and then carry on some more.

A river may crash powerfully, wind may fly gracefully, but both will one day pass. Stone endures, even when ground to sand, even when reduced to powder, it remains taking new forms and shape

I'm going to sleep now. My plan is basically do updates when I'm having a chill time at work(WFH chads rise up) or when I've got a free moment in general.

>>5648480
>>(Strength) The Lower Temple Spaceport, in return for helping unload the ships, you hear rumours that aren't voiced inside the temple walls.

>>5648480

> (Agility) The Training Hall of Hiss, you love weaving through the ever-changing obstacles the room spawns from its bowels.

OP, strong start so far. Keep up the good work.

>(Endurance) The Central Garden of Tranquillity, every morning you ritually run the circumference of the park until your lungs burn from exhaustion and then carry on some more.

ROCK AND STONE, but memes aside, stamina and endurance are super good on force users. Bring immovable is good for certain lightsaber forms that don’t require agility.

If Endurance wins, I think the obvious form to choose would be form 3, the resilience form. Characterized by defensively fighting, wearing your opponent down, making them frustrated etc. All the while finding their weaknesses. If we intersperse that with force powers, we should be very well off.

>>5648480
>>(Endurance) The Central Garden of Tranquillity, every morning you ritually run the circumference of the park until your lungs burn from exhaustion and then carry on some more.

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The Central Garden of Tranquillity, of course. Despite waking early due to your dream. It is close to the time you typically rouse. During training, you found you excel at running and other endurance tasks. In one forgotten exercise session, you discovered that you were amongst the best distance runners in your clan, and that is despite some of the others belonging to species with natural advantages over you. Soon after, you discover this fortitude extends to many other areas. Proud of your natural ability, you gravitate to your own strengths, building upon them to the degree where you can now out-compete those with an innate biological superiority. Spawned from this success and a secret vain desire to reach greater personal heights, you began running here every morning before your training and chores, until you exhaust yourself at ever-growing distances.

Walking through the Jedi temple, you find yourself reminded why you love this place. Jedi calmy stroll through the grand halls that predate them by millennia, usually in pairs. Either two Jedi of the same station, theorising on possible solutions to one of the galaxy’s many issues or a master and apprentice. There is no rushing in these walls, no desperate deadlines or backbreaking toil. With time and meditation, the force will present the resolution. Nor is the temple crowded, unlike the ecumenopolis outside, teaming with trillions of lives like an oversized ant colony. You find it suffocatingly overpopulated; in your free time, only the rarest of occasions causes you to leave the enormous temple. As you pass one of the countless pillars, you trace the spire from the marble floor you stand on all the way up to the distant ceiling above and note that every inch is covered in a hand-crafted pattern.

Arriving at the garden, you close your eyes and breathe in a deep breath. Allowing the taste, scent and feel of nature to flow through your body. Birds sing beautiful songs that soothe the excitement in your soul, slowing your heart rate down to a gentle, rhythmic beat. The garden is a sprawling woodland, out of a child’s whimsical dream. Encapsulated in a dome that matches the grove, it is almost impossible to tell where real, true nature ends, and the deceptive screened walls of a simulated forest begin. There are other gardens in the temple, a variety of ecosystems holding the galaxy’s scarcest flora. But this to you is the one you feel most at home, with the tepid weather and the gentle green that makes up the world around you. It is incredible that this secret world of natural beauty exists on such a cold planet of metal.

Taking off your shoes, you stretch your freed toes, then grab strands of grass between them and gently tear, enjoying the sound and feel. Then begins your run. You do not start slow. Your time is limited; you can’t miss today’s ceremony and forfeit your graduation. Not that you ever enjoy taking your morning run gently. You love the challenge, the speed you set yourself and the growth that comes with it.

A good number of minutes later, you come to the end of your race, your allotted hour of freedom almost burnt away. Before you is an open meadow. Pocked with colourful flowers that stretch out of the tall grass to consume the simulated sunlight. You run a hand through your now short, perspiration-damped hair and then wipe the brow sweat from your forehead. Warm red cheeks contrast with your pale face. Hoarse rasping breaths escape your mouth. Doubled over, you fight to regain your composure and control of your pounding heart.

“Tired Chris?” Asks an unseen voice, endlessly deep but gentle.

Slowly a monster rises from the grass. A massive creature over two and a half meters, wearing a scruffy brown robe, slowly plods over. He towers over you like a slightly smaller cousin of the beasts that roam the fog of Achlys. Two fangs the size of your hands jut out his bottom jaw. His fur, once a strong muddy brown, is aged grey. The ancient Whiphid first terrified you, and how could he not, but soon after the first couple weeks of arrival, you grew to see past your justified fears and see the man for the beautiful soul he has.

“Grand Master Turok,” You rasp through struggled breaths, giving a respectful half nod which, he interrupts with a paw that gently ruffles your hair.

“Excited for today?” He says with an expression you’ve learnt is a smile. “Not every day you become a Padawan. Truth be told, I am very interested in which kind of lightsaber you are going to construct- No, don’t tell me. Some things are better left as a surprise.”

Grinning with a smile you find impossible to wipe from the corners of your mouth. “You’re going to be there, at the ceremony? To pick a new apprentice?”

A deep booming laugh rumbles from his chest, “I am far too old to pick a new apprentice, especially one as young as you… You know, I can barely believe you have been here for the last five years; you have changed so much. I am very proud to have taught you over that time, you’ve got a good heart and shown an excellent talent with…

>A lightsaber

>The force

>Any questions for him before you leave for the ceremony? (Write in)

>>5649259
>A lightsaber

>A lightsaber

I haven’t seen a lot of fics focus on ability with the lightsaber.

>Any questions for him before you leave for the ceremony? (Write in)

Do you remember how your Padawan ceremony went?

>>5649259
>A lightsaber
>Any questions for him before you leave for the ceremony? (Write in)
Yeah, when the fuck are we? Post-Legacy?

>>5649259
>Lightsaber

>>5649267
Yeah, far in the future, it makes it easier and more interesting for me. I hate fanfics, well in general, where they interact with existing characters of the universe in any meaningful way. My personal canon is films 1-6 and a few books. This is set far in the future to allow me to give my own spin on the world. You can see a bit of that with the opening of the Unknown Regions and the New Hutt Empire (name pending). Also other people have told better, canon stories in existing time periods, why try to rewrite those stories?

>>5649259
Is there an option to be reasonable at both, or have more of a focus on technical skills or human/personal skills?

>>5649264

>a lightsaber

Would be fun to play as the Jedi equivalent of a wrecking ball, we never get to do this

>>5649264

This seems like a fun question, backing this.

>>5649275
I think the Hutt's would probably describe their empire as brilliant or grand instead of just new. It feels more self serving that way.

>>5649294
You arent bad at anything, you are going to become a powerful jedi no matter what. Its is what are you better at, what interests you more.
>>5649300
I'm tempted to have it named after the current leader of the empire, it seems aptly egotistical. And each new emperor will have the empire renamed after him, would be a pain if they didnt live as long as they do. Havent decided.

Oh this post containts some info about the vote
>>5649305

>>5649308
So the chinese dynasty method taken up to eleven. I like it.

>>5649311
I'm going to copy it in this thread so archive readers in the future can see it. Hope you don't mind.

>Has there been thoughts of having the jedi be a Guardian, Sentinel, ect or the ability to vote on this?
Not really, those titles were made for a, fun, video game. I don't think it really suits a quest personally.
>Wait is that what the most recent question is about?
I guess you could see it that way. It is also what part of being a Jedi speaks to Christopher. Is it the heroics duels and chivalrous nature of the Jedi or the mysteries of the force to unravel? Might not look like it, but it is quite an important vote as it'll change some of your goals.

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>>5649322
>Guardian
I'm seeing a very long list of appearances for this term, but these could just be appearances for Anakin. I don't see appearances in any of the movies but Episode 3, but I see appearances in both versions of the Clone Wars TV show, three different very long book series', and the novels for 3,4,5, and 6.

If you want to stick to the Disney canon, which includes like 95% of the Star Wars material, that's a mainstream and acceptable position to take.

Regardless, it's intuitive that not every single Jedi was hyper-fixated on use of the light-saber or use of the force. On top of that, considering the very well established Disney canon and Legends-canon documentation for Jedi spies, law enforcement, ect ect; we know that there were Jedi who had technical skills, could hack doors, fix droids, ect ect.

You already are quantifying the Jedi, it's literally the second choice you leave to the players.
>>5649308
>You arent bad at anything, you are going to become a powerful jedi no matter what. Its is what are you better at, what interests you more.

Yeah, and that appears to be very lockstep in what Legends says, and how being a Guardian works in the RPGs anyways. It is written that people can specialize in one facete, but eventually become good at everything or almost everything.

TLDR: Will Christopher be able to balance his specializations, or be more: technologically / educationally / or stealth, listening for rumors, savvy or no?

>>5649359
As I said >>5649275
>My personal canon is films 1-6 and a few books
And those books aren't RPGs they are novels, like RoTs, Darth Plaguies, Darth Bane etc.
> Will Christopher be able to balance his specializations
He will have an area of expertise, I dont want to write a character that is balanced. I want there to be a specialisations that he is extermly competent in and is driven their by a love of that thing, be it the force or lightsaber combat.
>or be more: technologically / educationally / or stealth, listening for rumors, savvy or no?
He'll have a base knowledge and can pick up more later on if you guys wish.

>>5649275
>>5649371
>Yeah, far in the future, it makes it easier and more interesting for m
Feels like a bit of a missed opportunity, there are a few eras with very little exploration, like the Republic Dark Age, the span of time between the Old and New Sith Wars (I'm lumping the Galactic Wars into the Old Sith Wars because there's no reason why they shouldn't be besides EA being retarded), and even (in Legends) the Republic Golden Age. Also the thousand-ish years between the Golden Age of the Sith and Great Sith War, which include the Third Great Schism, and even the First Great Schism. Kind of depressing to see the Galaxy fall so far that the Hutts and Republic are the major powers again, desu.

>>5649389
>again
I always got the impression that things in the star wars universe keep repeating with a fresh coat of paint, almost like a cycle. So it feels very authentic to me.

>>5649396
>>5649389
Do we know if the Black Sun or that other Criminal Empire are still around?

>>5649396
>I always got the impression that things in the star wars universe keep repeating with a fresh coat of paint, almost like a cycle. So it feels very authentic to me.
It's kind of the point of the Skywalker Saga to break that. Also (besides TOR because again, EA), things do tend to change and evolve over time.

So how has the Jedi order been reformed after the original one was destroyed? What are the major differences between it now and from the one during the clone wars? I’m rather unfamiliar with the topic.

… with a lightsaber. Keep training with it, and soon you’ll be teaching this old man a few tricks.”

“Do you remember how your Padawan ceremony went Turok?” A sudden jolt of curiosity spurts out of your mouth, a flush ripens your cheeks at the impetuous question you couldn’t swallow down.

Taking no notice of your candour, he replies as he tilts his head up to gaze at the false sky, “That was a long time ago Chris, roughly two hundred years ago. But my memories aren’t too faded. We went into the Cavern of a Thousand Tears, to get the kyber crystals for our blades. Then of course, we constructed them in front of our prospective masters. And then this is where things diverged from today, we each had to present one of our deeds to show we were worthy apprentices. You see, I used to leave the temple quite a bit; I was fascinated by the lower levels of Coruscant and all the mysteries they contain. I still am, to a much lesser degree, so I found some small-time spice runners on one of my adventures. Young and foolish, I decided to capture them instead of reporting them. Long story short, things didn’t go the way I planned, and I fled with a limp and their stockpile of spice. And that’s what I presented at my ceremony, a chest the size of yourself, full of spice. I did get in a fair bit of trouble for that.”

He chuckles at the memory, then goes quiet, “But your ceremony will be different, instead of the show and tell, you will be duelling each other. It is a change that does sadden me, but times have changed and still are. But we need to know that you can defend yourselves… Anyway, you are going to be late if you keep distracting me. Come on, hurry along, or you’ll have to wait for next year’s ceremony.”

With that, you give the Whiphid a quick deep bow, at which he grumbles, and run out of the garden.

Wearing sweat-stained robes, you arrive outside the entrance of the Room of Awakening. An Onyx door, a sheer black slab that feasts on the light around it, stands firmly shut. You are late. Inside your chest, a heart begins to hurriedly pound in panic. You are late. Pacing for only a moment, you resolve yourself. Placing your hand on the door, you push. It stands solid and unyielding, mocking you in silence. Grunting, you try again, putting all your weight and strength into it, and your feet slide uselessly against the polished floor, rewarding you with nothing. A howl escapes your lips, low and quiet yet filled with a burning frustration.

Thoughts flash through your mind as you desperately attempt to search through your brain to find an answer to your predicament. None appear, and you try to rack your brain with a greater fervour. Stop, you tell yourself. Slow breaths begin to purge the bubbling panic inside you. Continuing the controlled breaths, you take a deep calming gulp in, followed by a long exhale. Placing your hands on the dark glass door, you allow the force around you to flow through your body in growing waves, matching the pace of your breaths. With a gentle push, the doors effortlessly swing open.

Swinging on soundless hinges, the door parts open, you see the room ahead through a corridor. A mass of young Initiates sitting on the floor, looking at something out of your view. As quietly as possible, you slink past the doors, closing them and through the corridor to the opening at the end. A booming voice echoes through the chamber and down the hallway, but when it reaches you, the words are distorted, leaving only incomprehensible noise. Reaching the end of the passage, you place your rump on the floor and drag yourself towards the mass of students, in an attempt to blend in with the crowd.

The floor, unlike the ones outside, made of marble, is made of an ancient scuffed plasteel. Above you is a ceiling, a dim black but very different to the obsidian of the now sealed door. It is a lighter one, filled with countless specs of light, a simulacrum of the night sky. Off to your left is a wooden doorway, a rarity on this planet, which you would guess leads down to the underground cavern of crystals.

Three dozen Jedi Masters and Knights stand in front of the sitting mass of students. A few glower at you, as if their gaze could melt you into the polished stone surface you sit on, but one is covering her mouth and forcing down laughter. Leading the elders is a male Twi’lek, speaking for the group, down to the Initiates. “… As you are well aware, each one shall take a turn in the Cavern of a Thousand Tears. There you will find a kyber crystal, and it will speak to you. Not verbally of course, but through the force. You shall bring it back here. Workbenches, tools and materials will be provided so you can craft your lightsabers. Then you have until this evening to finish the construction; it should not take you half of that time. Finally, we will gather again in this room and begin the combat trials, ending the day with a Master or Knight choosing you as their apprentice. We will begin shortly; you have a few minutes to stretch your legs and talk.”

Who do you speak to? Pick two
>The young Chiss Jedi Knight, Alyla
>Initiates Chook, an Iktotchi who is the closest thing to a rival you have
>Master Hou’Garth, a stern Jedi Twi’lek that occasionally teaches you the basics of the force
>Initiates Claire, a venomous girl and the only Ramdar you’ve seen since Achlys
>Initiates Luke, a human boy who is your closest friend
>Continue to pester Grand Master Turok
>Write in

Feel free to add things you want to discuss with/ask the characters

>>5649560
>The young Chiss Jedi Knight, Alyla
>Initiates Luke, a human boy who is your closest friend

>>5649560
>>The young Chiss Jedi Knight, Alyla
>>Initiates Luke, a human boy who is your closest friend

>>5649701
>>5649562
This.

>Continue to pester Grand Master Turok
>The young Chiss Jedi Knight, Alyla

Turok has been absolutely based so far.

>>5649560
>The young Chiss Jedi Knight, Alyla
>Initiates Claire, a venomous girl and the only Ramdar you’ve seen since Achlys

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As the words of Master Hou’Garth end, the muscular Twi’lek pauses for a second. Eyes scanning over the mass of Initiates sitting stock still on the floor, with a slight frown. Then he turns back to the Masters and Knights standing behind him. The cue read by the class, all rise from the floor and break into their separate groups, starting conversations. Most of the elder Jedi follow suit, most conversing with each other, but a few begin to socialise with their possible future apprentices.

Standing up, you try to scan through the crowd to spot one of your friends. The congregation is densely packed, and a struggle to weave through, let alone spot someone you are friends with. Then a strong hand grabs you on your shoulder, causing you to turn around. In an earlier age, you would snarl and spit at the offending party that dared to touch you. But now you are a different person; no longer are you a coil compressed to breaking point, ready to rage and hate at that which would spoil your solitude.

Turning around, you see a boy or a young man of fourteen, the division between the two is very much up to the eye of the beholder, giving you a crooked grin. He is a young man with comparatively long, dark-brown windswept hair. Where you are lean and tough, he is large and powerful. He is a human through and through. Luke, named after the most famous Jedi to have ever existed, Luke Skywalker. The man who brought a galactic empire to its knees, and that was after the Jedi were systematically exterminated. It is a story you’ve read many times in the temple library. Part of the allure is to reread the story from different writers, each with their own slight variations of the tale.

“Where were you?” Luke asks as he leads you out of the group.

“Talking to Turok. I met him on my jog around the garden. He was telling me about the time he went through his ceremony.”

“Brown nosing already Chris? I really don’t think, no matter how much you listen to the old man’s stories, he will train you.” He smirks. “Did he tell you of anything that might be helpful? Would be nice to have a little advantage if there is anything unusual this year.”

“Nah,” You reply. “Standard stuff. Master Hou’Garth already covered everything in his speech.”

“Unless Turok kept a secret from you. Anyway, what colour kyber will you go for? I’m feeling a bright yellow. In a Saberstaff. And the handle will be coated in the bark of a Dbergo tree.” With each word he manages out, his words increase in speed, speaking to the excitement that is boiling up in him.

“Ha, sounds good. I’m thinking of- Ahhhh” A jolt in your side steals your sentence, and you spin around to face the culprit.

“Christopher,” A stern voice comes from a face just inches from yours. “Why were you so late?”

Alyla only calls you that when she’s mad. Or, in this case, pretending to be so. You make out a chuckle from Luke and hear him walking away. The proximity to her face stuns you, your cheeks start to colour as you blush. You feel, with no exaggeration, your heart skipping a beat and a tingling in your chest. Taking a step back, you try to regain your composure and advert your eyes to the ground. There was a time when she towered over you, but the age has long past, as you are now level and promised a few more years of growth. She is wearing her typical sleeveless white robes with two Lightsabers at her hips, one a shorter Shoto blade. The unblemished plainness of the robes only accentuates the powerful blue skin and those piercing red eyes. Her angular face is cut to perfect lines as if by a world-renowned sculptor. Poorly hidden by a faux frown that she wears so well, a thinly veiled smile twinges at the edge of her lips, a wonderful deeper blue in which you lose yourself. You are forced to rip your gaze from her once again in embarrassment.

“I’m waiting young one,” Demands the woman who is only four years older than you. Alyla puts a finger to her bottom lip and looks up with those stunning scarlet eyes as if in thought. “I can’t think of any Jedi that would accept someone this tardy as their apprentice.”

Finding your voice, “Well, I wasn’t sure if I should even bother turning up. You know, this scene is too mainstream for me. I prefer to live life on the edge.”

The false frown cracks, and she lets out a musical laugh, “I’m sure you do. You know some of the Masters here are fuming at you arriving late? I overheard Olar call you some interesting names after Hou was finished.”

“Really?”

“Promise. If he wasn’t a Zeltron, his face would still be the same shade… So today is the big day; how about after this, we go and try your Lightsaber out? Get in some sparring before the duels begin. I want to see all that you’ve got.” Alyla asks with a hungry smile.

Interrupting your reply a loud clap bursts through the room, and Master Hou’Garth booms, “Ok students, we are ready. Line up outside the door to the Cavern of a Thousand Tears, and we will start. Please stop talking and line up in an orderly fashion, by name. The sooner you do this, the shorter you will have to wait.”

Alyla gives you a quick wave and skips over to the rest of the elders. Students take turns entering the ancient wooden door, only to return minutes later cradling kyber crystals with such care you would swear it is their firstborn. Desks covered in construction material are slowly carted into the room by menials of the temple; students rush to hunch over them and begin to craft their blades. Your hands impatiently twitch and play with the stock initiate robes you wear.

Finally, you hear what you were waiting for, your name. So, you enter the room, almost tripping over your feet. Inside you are greeted with a whole new world. The cavern is enormous; crystals of all colours and shape sprout from the floor and crawl from the ceiling. This cavern at the base of the Jedi temple is an artificial replacement for the naturally occurring homes at Illum and Dantooine. Cultivated for centuries, this massive cave has retired the old homes in their duties, only the local and determined scavenge for crystals there. Light, shredded by the transparent gems, is diffracted, and dyes the room in a rainbow of colours.

And you feel something. Something in the force, and it calls to you. The siren song drags you without thought to the crystals resting place.

Before you, you see a…

>Write in, what colour is your Lightsaber(s)? Nothing super special like black, red or white be real

And you know what you are going to craft with it…

>A standard Lightsaber

>Two Lightsabers, one a normal blade, the other a smaller Shoto

>A Great Lightsaber, a regular Lightsaber with an extended pommel that allows you to leverage your full strength

>A Saberstaff, a double-bladed lightsaber

Let me know if you dont like the way Ive written Alyla, if you the players don't like her I'll change her personally. I dont want there to be a large disconnect between you and Christopher regarding her.

>>5650451
>Purple
>A Great Lightsaber, a regular Lightsaber with an extended pommel that allows you to leverage your full strength

>Emerald green

>A Saberstaff, a double-bladed lightsaber

Green is an underused and underated colour, and it’s very lively, I have to say. I just rewatched Maul’s Ashoka battle on Mandalore, and goddamn is the Saber staff awesome.

>>5650459
Actually, I think blue would be better, given how head over heels he is over Alyla.
>>5650453
We just met her, so not much to be attached I guess. No strong feeling one way or the other.

>>5650465
>No strong feeling one way or the other.
Ok cool, just worried that you might dislike her as she is friendly for a Jedi. At least to a kid that clearly thinks a lot of her.

>>5650459
+1. Cool quest.

>>5650481
Thanks!

>>5650451
>Blue
>A Great Lightsaber, a regular Lightsaber with an extended pommel that allows you to leverage your full strength

>>5650451
>Silver
>A standard Lightsaber

>>5650459
+1
our boy needs the motherfucker purple lightsaber

>>5650451
>Blue
>Two lightsabers

We can do so much with two, we are meant to be exceptional.

Also. >>5650453 She reads like a big sister. And chris is. . very infatuated. Guess that happens when someone is older, more powerful and saves you from slavery.

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Hi, not calling anything here, just thinking. The Greatsaber seems popular, can you help me rationalise Chris picking that when you are built more for endurance. The rare blade is designed for using your strength to dominate in a battle, leaning heavily into the Djem So style. If we can't think of a good reason and decide to go for it, should I change Chris to being both very tough and strong rather than having an exceptional endurance?

Also I forgot the curved lightsaber for a choice, personally I don’t like them so no tears shed my end.

>>5650796
I want to keep our endurance, since I haven’t picked the great blade. I just don’t get it though, I guess people weren’t thinking?

It might be because different people cam to vote, in that case, no, we made our bed, now we lie in it, changing votes that have already been decided upon is always pretty bad policy. It’s a bad precedent.

>>5650831
>>5650834
Dont worry nothing is decided, just trying to make sense of it/think of resolutions.

>>5650843
I think making people aware of it so we can change our lightsaber votes is fine, because it might be that people didn’t actually think it mattered what kind of lightsaber we took and instead went with the rule of cool of purple (seriously? Lmao) and greatsaber.

>>5650796
Well, I think it's very bad form to go back on votes due to later votes, so just in general I'd be opposed to that.

It is, as others have said, a bad policy and opens the way to begging for a revisit to a bad move with hindsight.

As for rationalising, Chris could just think it's cool. Weak reason.
Actual reason on my end is that the greater leverage lets us apply our strength above the standard form, and with our endurance it will let us keep going for a while even if we keep putting out back into it.

If we have more energy and a design that lets us use two hands instead of one to overpower another saber, they will need better technique or a curved blade to get past us.

>>5650886
I fail to see any benefit the standard lightsaber has, beyond being the default. Ergo the thing everyone has trained in most, has developed techniques for most, and expects most.

>>5650892
It leaves one hand free, but we can always take it in a 2 handed grip, it’s a longsword instead of a greatsword, if you translated it in real swords.it also is just not as slow to bring around as the greatsaber, to put it simply. The fact that everyone also has trained in it lends itself well to acquiring the most techniques, since most base them off the standard lightsaber. They’re also just very very versatile, which is quite helpful.

We have a wiry build, so a lot of our contacts with other lightsabers would be strength based, but if our strength is rather mid, we’d find ourselves at a disadvantage more often than not. It’s like basing yourself on a dex build yet taking as strength based weapon in dnd, why hobble yourself like that for so little gain?

>>5650899
We can ignore weight as a factor. The blades are weightless, only a slight loss of blade agility due to the length of the pommel, rather than the blade itself which we can modify at will.

I'll raise you a counter then, that any benefit the single has, paired off with a Shoto can also possess with interest, at greater tactical flexibility.

We can put the shoto away or draw it out as needed, and our defences will increase for having a dedicated blocking blade to free our other blade to be purely offensive or go big double defence.
The big bottleneck with duel wielding is concentration and spatial awareness.

>>5650906
Fair enough, as long as it’s a shoot instead of a full length blade, that works. My thoughts on the free hand was for force use, but seeing as how we’re not specialized in it…

>Blue
>Two lightsabers

>>5650908
It's not like you need a free hand for most of our force abilities anyway.

In combat, push and pull only require the hand motion and a slight weakening of the grip for casual excerions from what media I've seen of it.

Now ADVANCED techniques usually do require one hand free, or even both, but those are not meant to be compatible with lightsaber combat anyway.
Also yes, the option ictates it is a shoto Just like our Idol

>>5650909
May wanna link to previous posts to mark them as "not your vote anymore."

>>5650463
>>5650909

Switched my vote from Green saberstaff.

Word of god here, I'm removing the Greatsaber as a choice. All other votes stand.

I really am very sorry about that, and I get it is extremely frustrating and aggravating. I'm an awful QM and should have made things clearer, will do from now on. I guess I should have never included it as a choice due to you voting for Endurance. It just doesn't make sense to me, the blade is tailored for something you arent focused on.

>>5650459
>>5650481
>>5650614
>>5650547
Sorry guys you'll have to redo the lightsaber part of your vote.

>>5650929
Don't worry all other votes are still counted, it is just Greatsaber ones that will need to be redone.

>>5650451
>>5650547
>Blue
>Two Lightsabers

changing my vote

>>5650925
Changing my vote to
>A standard Lightsaber
and
>Purple
Just because that anon doesn't like the color

>>5650955
incredibly petty, as all things should be.

Though the reason that anon didn't like it, is due to the meaning inherent. Purple being "Incredibly angry and passionate to the point of skirting with the darkside."
All because sam jackson wanted a purple saber.

>>5650960
Yeah, the purple lightsaber is as special as most others QM listed because Mace Windu is the only one who ever wielded one, it’s a bit absurd, didn’t know people would get so defensive about it.

>>5650960
I think blue is still ahead, so I can afford to joke around.

>>5650966
You were joking? Let me retract my statement then, kek, my bad.

>>5650970
No problem.
I originally had voted for purple because I personally like the color, but then changed to blue because I though it would be more in character. Of course the reasoning was just because his crush is a chiss, but still.
As for why I had voted for greatsaber, I thought it would help with being defensive too, since if you can hold a hilt with two hands, you could parry better. But I don't know shit about dueling, lol

>>5650976
Eh, with parrying, the thing you want to do is slide off most of the weight of the impact across your sword, and with force enhances strikes, it becomes even more important. With the right technique, a 500 pound strike of force becomes a 10 pound one, and so, unless you want to fight in a contest est of strength (which is both needlessly exhausting and not suited for Christopher), the blade’s who handed grip won’t do much for us. With form 3, blasters will become irrelevant to us with two blades, and the lightsaber vs lightsaber techniques of form 3 really allow us to exercise our stamina against our opponent.

>>5650976
The second part was meant to be a reply to these, sorry
>>5650796
>>5650831
It doesn't matter since the option was removed, but I still wanted to answer with my reason.

>>5650984
That makes sense. How many forms are there, what do they specialize in, and which sabers are the best for them? It could be good to know in the future. Although I guess I could search in the wiki.

>>5650986
Really, all the different lightsabers could be used in every style. The greatsaber would obviously be more use in styles that employ super hard hits like Djem so, the fifth form, while the Saberstaff is just hard to fight against because it’s more exotic. The saberstaff is also quite good at fighting multiple opponents, like the dual sabers. Dual sabers is good against multiple opponents, massed blaster fire, multiple sabers etc. you won’t have as strong a grip on them as the other sabers, so less power in each individual Saber. The standar sabers is super versatile, and you can always leave a hand open to use more complex force stuff, but since we’re lightsaber focused, it seems less important.

>>5650993
I see. I took a look and form 5 says it has a focus on counter strikes too, so could it be useful for Chris as well? I imagine that staying completely on the defensive won't work for every situation.
Or is Shein and Djem So too reliant on strength and aggression, and staying in Soresu would be better then switching between 3 and 5, if that's even possible?

>>5650925
Oh, and don't beat yourself up about this QM. We all make mistakes, and it's better to clarify things and fix them than to continue on with something that would end up acting as a trap option.

>>5650998
I think a mix of form 2 and 3 would work best, 3 isn’t just defense, that would be foolish, but it does focus on longer fights. Form 2 is the best duelist form, it’s the one Dooku mastered.

A good thing to remember about lightsaber forms is that that a master in that form will excel no matter what situation they happen to be in. Form 2 is notable for being weaker against multiple opponents, but did Dooku actually feel weak against that supposed weakness? No. Differences in form only matter when people are very close in skill,force power,experience etc.

>>5650998
5 is technically just an innovation on 3 to the point of becoming it's own style, sacrificing the complete focus on perfectly conserving your energy and protection with heavy counterhits and blaster redirections, depending on which of the two lineages you go down.

Notably, 5 was anni's form.

Form 2 is heavy specced to fight lightsabers. It's good at that, and rather bad at all else, because again, hyper spec. A good/great duelist can overcome this weakness, Like dooku [who's attitude was "I'm gonna learn the refined form, and not muddy it with trash."] A lesser duelist is gonna have trouble with blaster fire.

>>5651014
>>5651017
>>5651023
>>5651024
Alright, thanks for the info anons
>>5650955
I'll change my vote again to
>Blue
>Two Lightsabers, one a normal blade, the other a smaller Shoto
Just remembered that samurais carried two swords, one big and other small, and jedi are like space samurai monks.
And I had my fun with the purple joke

>>5651017
What we really want is To find a holocron of tulak hord and start learning his supreme dueling arts.

If I was gonna toss my final two cents in on the matter, Endurance lends itself very well to two specific styles;
3 which is as close to optimum conservation of energy/peak defensive moves to tire out and then strike the opponenet

and 4, which is "Wheeeeeeeeeeee, lets jump at the bitch and SPIIIIIIIINNN". way of the swoop bat and it earns the name, just attack attack attack. It'd let us keep up quite a lot.

Our speciality with lightsaber combat could tempt us to go the dooku route and spec into 2, which is lightsaber domination route, but I personally advise against this on the basis of how rare the fighting with a lightsaber is. When it comes up it's great, but how often does it come up?

the two to avoid are forms 6 and 7 [either varient]."Diplomats form" is called as such because it is basic bitch moves which take little effort to keep in shape with, and gets the majority of it's bite from using force powers [ie push and pull].

The 7th form, Juyo, is the one that channels the dark emotions to be effective, and is restricted as fuck for that reason. It's also Inferior to Vaapad, it's advance variant perfected by Windu. And died with him. So yeah, unless we reinvent the better version, lets just avoid the darkside bait.

>>5651035
That could work, switching between 3 and 4 to break our opponents rhythm, since both contrast eachover: 3 wants to wear down their opponent while 4 wants to end it as quick as possible. The only thing I’m slightly worried about is our agility if we use form 4.

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>>5650463
+1 for the Green Saberstaff. When you think about it it's the ultimate in Trakkatan combat. You can turn either end on and then pull the other out whenever. Plus the length of the handle makes for better leverage for powerful strikes.

>>5651035
Much as I'd like to, he probably hoarded them all

>>5651035
Thing is, form 3 is quite good against normal grunts and people with blasters, so we’d be good on that front, but it still leaves us a hole against sith and dark Jedi. Form 2 fits remarkably with 3 because:

Both rely on economy of movement and precision strikes.
Both forms can be used by less-powerful practitioners.
Soresu to defend against blasters and approaching the enemy, Makashi when you've reached them.
Soresu's meditative precognition state could complement Makashi's formidable use of the force.
Makashi's precision cuts could benefit from Soresu's deflecting slashes, allowing practitioners to 'turn their opponent's strength against them'.

Plus, we aren’t exactly favouring our agility at the moment, so form 4 might be less effective than it might seem. I like the idea of us being unusable from a distance (form 3) and once we close in on them, or they’re forced to close in on us, we decimate them in melee with form 2.

>>5651125
Unassailable*, not unusable

>>5650451
>A standard Lightsaber
>Purple

>>5650899
Actually, no harm no foul, if you translated it to real swords, it's an Arming Sword or maybe a Bastard sword. A Longsword is actually really really big, maybe bigger than a Greatsword.

>>5650925
>>5650451
>Purple
>Two lightsabers

I personally think it would be cool to have an MC with some emotional regulation and the ability to love, but being better protected against the temptations of the dark side.

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In the sea of crystal, a sole stalagmite speaks to you. Not with words but with the Force. A gentle river using the Force as its current draws you ever closer. It is a wonderful sapphire, worming its way from the floor to your waist. The base flowers into an array of young branches of kyber crystal. You note that two of the limbs end with a flat base. Next to them is an entire unblemished arm. The song in your head grows louder as your eyes lock onto the tip of the gem.

Reaching a hand forward, you demurely stroke the branch, and the gentle song grows into an excitable crescendo. Snapping with the gentle caress, it tumbles into the palm of your hand. Sitting there with a clean crack, bisecting the gem in two halves. One of the fragments is fuller and slightly longer than its miniature brother. With a finger, you slowly trace the edges of both crystals.

Blinking, you break out of the trance. Clasping your hand into a fist, shielding your kyber crystals, while making sure not to hold the twins in a way that could cause any improbable damage to these hardy sapphires. Weaving between sparkling stones, born in ages now muddied by biased books retelling their own versions of the past, you journey to the exit. Reaching the first step leading back to the hall housing mass of Jedi, you turn around to steal one last glance of the Cavern of a Thousand Tears. Etching the view into your mind, one you hope will last you a lifetime. Reluctantly, you scale the steps to re-join your family.

Assistants, usually non-Force wielders, those with much respect for the creed or those that fail to join the Jedi, are frantically wheeling out semi-portable workbenches. The Masters and Knights stand apart from the students, either quietly discussing some matter or watching the teens at work. A rare elder stalks the impromptu workshop, watching an Initiate hard at work, giving the odd student some advice. You flag down one of the temple’s aids for your own bench and begin to copy many of your fellow clanmates.

Sitting down at a bench, you start by opening the many draws. Inside lies a treasure trove of parts and components, many you will not need as they are of simple decorative purpose. In a trance, you begin. While you have studied the construction of Lightsabers both in class and in many free hours, it has always been a complex feat of engineering. The parts never seemed to come together, to paint a complete picture. Now is different. You act without thought, allowing the Force to flow through your crystals and them into your hands. They guide your every step, every placement of an energy cell, and modulation circuit, and energiser. All you need to do is let go and allow the Force to lead you.

You always knew what you were going to be crafting today. It simply just makes sense. Twin Lightsabers, one a smaller Shoto blade, in parody of your soon-to-be master Alyla. A homage to the person that has given you a life to love rather than one to hate and scorn. You’ve always had the talent for dual-wielding blades. There is so much she can teach you, and that you can discover together.

“Kret! Kret, are you here?” An exasperated Hou’Garth shouts out, weariness plain in his voice. “Every blasted year.”

The line of Initiates has dwindled to a half dozen, obviously none of them the Neimoidian. Master Hou’Garth runs a hand over his hairless scalp and sighs, “Masters Tarvitz and Remus, please look for the boy and bring him here with some haste, I do not want to spend all day here like last year.”

There is no break in your construction of the Lightsabers; the exasperated Master’s words do not break you out of the flow. The Force continues to use you as a marionette, soldering pieces together that you would have never guessed are meant to be connected. Time passes, but you do not note the rate it has flown by, it could be hours or simple minutes. Not that it matters. All but completed, you add a decorative circlet of dark grey Araksteel, the alloy using the precious ore of Achlys, just under the emitters to both silver blades.

“Interesting,” A voice breathes in your ears, sending a shiver down your spine. Her head side-by-side to yours, you can feel her millimetres away. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you are copying a certain someone.”

“Go away,” You hiss, trying to control your voice in the open hall.

“Why would I do that? I’m here to help you.” She continues to gently whisper into your ear. Alyla’s words blow right through you, and you continue to feel the tingle of your skin.

“Jedi Knight Alyla, I do not think Christopher needs help constructing his Lightsabers. In fact, he is practically finished. If you want to help another student having more trouble, you are more than welcome to.” Grand Master Turok interrupts, staring at the Chiss woman with a stern expression.

“Master Turok, thank you. Christopher just asked for some advice on the finishing. But I agree with you, it is perfect as it is. He has done exceedingly well two construct both blades in such a short amount of time.”

You beam up at the pair of them, interrupting their conversations by standing and igniting both cyan blades. Slicing through the air with the newborn twin Lightsabers, you are rewarded with a satisfying hum.

"Very good," Grumbles the old Whiphid and plods off.

Nervously letting out a muffled laugh, hidden by a hand over her mouth, Alyla gently tugs at your robes. Disappointed, you turn off your new Lightsabers and follow her out of the hall.

"I love them," She gushes, fondling the Lightsabers hanging by your hips as you try to swat her hands away. "Let's go to the combat pods now and see if you can do these beauties justice."

You...

>Agree and go with her to the combat pods to test out your new Lightsabers

>You know Masters Tarvitz and Remus are looking for Kret, but maybe another pair of eyes would help

>Wait for the rest of your clan as they will be meeting up at the combat pods, blowing Alyla off to join them

>Write in

Lmao, our soon to be master is a temptress, and she fucking knows it!

>Agree and go with her to the combat pods to test out your new Lightsabers

>>5651346
>You know Masters Tarvitz and Remus are looking for Kret, but maybe another pair of eyes would help

>>5651346
>Tell the masters that Kret wasn't in his bed this morning, we thought he'd just got excited and worked out his nerves, like we had.

It's important information.

then
>Go to the combat pods.
HEAD

HEELS!

>>5651384
Supporting

>>5650448
>In an earlier age, you would snarl and spit at the offending party that dared to touch you. But now you are a different person; no longer are you a coil compressed to breaking point, ready to rage and hate at that which would spoil your solitude.
Jeez
>>5651342
>sapphire
Are you trying to say its blue? sapphires come in many many colors, but the most common seems to be blue.

>>5651389
Yeah, it’s pretty clear we aren’t a social butterfly, but at least we don’t have a complex about it. Slavery is shit, who’d have thought.

>>5651393
It's a blue lightsaber.

>>5651357
Adding to my vote
>Tell the masters that Kret wasn't in his bed this morning, we thought he'd just got excited and worked out his nerves, like we had.

>>5648476
>Little over nine standard years old.
>>5648480
Because it will be a certain Chiss Knight you have idolised for the past four years, you can feel it in the force.

Either we're an attractive 13 year old to a 17 year old, or the writing was confusing or had a typo. I know Padawans rarely are as young as 15. So... What is our age?

>>5651416
13-15 is about the norm in the time of the clone wars republic.

Could still be true.

>>5649259
>You know, I can barely believe you have been here for the last five years;
Wait, we are 14?
>Googling
Wait, Anakin became a Padawan at 9?
>>5651429
I guess my memory and the sources are lying. I just recalled that Obi had been 13 and considered a failure for not getting a master at 13. I read that book, forgot his age.

So I guess we have a... questionable mentor with interests in shy, barely-developed males. Otherwise, her behavior isn't unusual, I've seen this behavior.

>>5651429
Could even be older, since this is Luke’s Order, right? They didn’t really give a damn about age.

>>5651445
>>5651443
Yeah. . we're like several thousand years in the future of Luke's order.

Obi was in the dying days of the stagnant and monolithic original jedi order. Fuck it, if I go off memory, Luke didn't even put that many restrictions about love in his go around.
So who the fuck knows.

>>5651443
Mhmm, My mind that sees the good in everyone says that she is just a tease, once again like an elder sister.
Because being aware of his fascination and then messing with him gently is funny

>>5651393
>Are you trying to say its blue?
Yeah, just didnt want to use the word as it has been used a fair bit this quest.

>>5651416
I have also said five years, I was flipping between the two. Right now you are 14, and she is 18. Just because she likes to tease you doesn't mean you are attractive to her or she's trying to take it somewhere. Chris thinks she doesnt sees him as anything other than a little brother. That being said you are quite attractive for your age, you are strong, tall, blond, and have intense red eyes.

Regarding becoming a Padawan at the age of 14, it is the soft standard in the order currently, see your friend Luke is also your age.

>>5651457
Several thousand?! Damn, I thought I’d was only 100 or 200 years. Well, everyone knows a crisis happens every thousand years or so. We’re in for a treat.

>>5651463
Darth Sequel will rise soon

>>5651463
"Far in the future" is the exact wording.
But this being star wars, I take far to mean thousands, as there are aliens who can live easily 200 or so years.

>>5651460
yeah, what I thought.

It's funny to mess with your younger siblings. Though, bit. . early for an apprenticeship, eh knight friend?

>>5651476
She must be very talented if she made it Knight in 4 years maximum. She reminds me of a sexier/seductive obi-wan honestly.

>>5651479
Impossible, Obiwan cannot be more seductive.

And she was a padawan when we were rescued, it appears like, so she probably got apprenticed earlier.
Or she's just straight up very very talented, but we'll have to see on that.

Merely remarking that it's unconventional.

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>>5651346
>Agree and go with her to the combat pods to test out your new Lightsabers
Ngl, sadge the saberstaff ain't won, but hope we have something like pic related for either our main hand or shoto for that extra guard. Gotta protect them wrists.

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Peeling her hands off your dual Lightsabers, you answer by drawing and then igniting both blades. Twirling them in an aggressive Ataru flurry against an invisible foe. Then switching the Lightsabers off, you flip them in the air allowing light to dazzle off the metallic handle, then clip them back onto your waist.

“Yeah, I guess I can teach you a few things when it comes to swinging a lightsaber. First lesson is free.”

“Oh, wise Master Chris, what would I do without your tutelage.” Taking your hand in hers, she begins to skip, dragging you along. “Come on, I know the perfect pod.”

Your mind races with scenes of yourself, standing triumphant over a broken enemy before the masses of people you saved, holding your main saber high up as if to point at something in the distance. It is almost a shame the Sith have retreated from this galaxy into old stories in the archives; they were the perfect mirror for the Jedi to match up against, to confront and duel. There is, of course, the diverse array of Hutt forces, tentacled Ebruchi raiders, saurian Ssi-ruu Commonwealth and more you could do battle against, but none makes for such a compelling foe as the extinct order of the Sith.

Then you realise Alyla is holding your hand, your very sweaty hand. Flushing from embarrassment, you try to withdraw your hand gently. Noticing the attempt to escape her grip, she gives you a crooked confused smile and refuses your withdrawal. Your attempt revealed; you try to rip your hand out of her grasp, praying she won’t notice how clammy and disgusting your hand is. And that is your mistake, you’ve turned this into a game, and Alyla plays to win. Augmenting her strength with the Force, she gives your arm a firm yank throwing you off balance. Surprised, you stumble and fall into her, but Alyla is too controlled to allow that to happen. She catches you with the arm that is not entwined with yours as if the pair of you are dancing in one of the finest ballrooms of the Core Worlds. Helpless, only kept upright by the tips of your toes and her strong arm, you stare up at the predatory Chiss, noticing how not only are you still holding hands, but she has intertwined her fingers with yours somewhere in the engagement.

“You are so odd. What was that all about?” A bemused giggling Chiss asks.

“Uh, I just remembered something,” You lie, scrambling your brains for an acceptable excuse. “Kret! You know Kret?”

Alyla shrugs noncommittally, spinning you to your feet as if still locked in a dance in which she is leading. “That green t- That missing Initiate? Not really, I don’t work with Initiates whilst at the temple. Teaching is boring.”

“I didn’t see him when I woke up this morning, everyone was asleep except him. Either he didn’t come back to the dorm yesterday, or he left in the middle of the night.”

“Okay, I’ll comm Remus.” With her free hand, she withdraws her comm device and brings it to those mesmerising black-blue lips that enthral you. “Hi, Remus... Yeah, Alyla here. Pada- Initiate Christopher has just told me no one saw Kret this morning. It sounds like he went missing in the night or never returned to his bunk… I am a bit busy here teaching some students, I’d rather not join you unless you think it’s necessary… Okay, don’t be afraid to request help if you really need it, I’ll keep an ear out.”

Letting out a sigh, she pockets the communicator and resumes skipping to the combat pods, dragging you along the way. Looking down, you see your fingers still interwoven. Your pale white fingers interlocked with her delicate blue digits. You relent; you won’t fight her anymore, you don't even really want to. Unable to stop yourself, you give the most gentlest squeeze, fearing that anything more might damage her fragile hand or shatter this moment. Her stunning face turns to you with a smile and looks deep into your eyes questioningly. You can not help but cringe at the intimacy and advert your stare from those magnificent rubies to the floor.

Still, hands locked together, you enter the combat hall. Hundreds of large pods pock the room with translucent transparisteel walls. Some deep and mysterious rainforests, others full of pressurised water simulating a bottom of an ocean, others ruddy cliffs stolen from a desert planet. Instead, Alyla, a name you love speaking, it just rolls off your tongue, leads you into a pod covered in golden sand. Gentle waves lap at the beachfront, advancing with a crash, then slowly retreating again in an eternal cycle. Sand dunes ebb and flow until they finally conjoin with the fake sea. The intense faux sun caresses your skin, and warmth flows into your very bones.

Alyla lets go of your hand, a slight hollowness enters your chest, and struts forward, your eyes glued to her shapely form. Uncovered blue arms stretch up, and you wish it was not the sun kissing them but you. Twirling around in her form-fitting white robes, she stares at you with a predator’s smile. Entering a low, crouched Ataru stance, ready to pounce on her younger prey. Both light-blue blades spring to life.

A purr emanates from her lips, “So, you said you have some things to teach me. Don’t disappoint.”

You are skilled in two Lightsaber forms, one is your primary, the other is your secondary, what are they? There are no trap choices.

Three d20s please.

>Form I: Shii-Cho, is specialised towards engaging multiple opponents, the wide, sweeping motions being ideally suited towards attacking numerous adversaries. However, Form I was not as useful against single opponents, as such enemies had complete mobility and could find a weakness in Shii-Cho's comparatively clumsy bladework.

>Form II: Makashi, encourages precision and efficiency over power, using jabs, parries and light cuts rather than slashes, blocks, and chops. It is described as elegant, powerful and precise, relying on feints to confuse and trap opponents. Form II was not without its weaknesses. As it was designed to combat enemy duelists rather than enemy gunmen, it provided poor blast-deflection training.

>Form III: Soresu, the form was devised to counter the widespread emergence of blasters, weapons that the previous Makashi form wasn't equipped to combat. The pragmatic Form III became the most defensive of the seven forms, and utilised tight moves, consisting of subtle dodges and efficient parries, intended to provide maximum defensive coverage. A result of this defensive mindset, Soresu practitioners often had great difficulty seizing the offensive initiative in combat.

>Form IV: Ataru is an aggressive combat form relying on a combination of speed and agility. Those who used Form IV could move at high speeds and could rain strong blows, jumping and attacking through the air. Powerful and quick spinning attacks could be utilised from all angles. Masters of Ataru could appear like a blur to their opponents, attacking from all directions—the front, the sides, overhead, or behind.

>Form V: Djem So, utilises a combination of blocks and parries. It requires the user not only to counterattack, but also to press the assault, combining Force-enhanced strength with powerful blade combinations to overpower and overwhelm an opponent's defences.

>Form VI: Niman, incorporated elements from the previous forms, mainly Forms I through V, excluding Form II, but balances out between their various specialisations. However, while hailed as a practical, all-around fighting form, it should be noted that Niman provides no decisive edge in battle.

>Form VII: Juyo, was described as the most vicious form of lightsaber combat and was said to be filled with both fury and grace. It was designed for such a purpose in one-on-one lightsaber duels. Despite the challenges inherent in using the form, it could serve as a pathway to considerable power.

>>5652497
>Form III: Soresu, the form was devised to counter the widespread emergence of blasters, weapons that the previous Makashi form wasn't equipped to combat. The pragmatic Form III became the most defensive of the seven forms, and utilised tight moves, consisting of subtle dodges and efficient parries, intended to provide maximum defensive coverage. A result of this defensive mindset, Soresu practitioners often had great difficulty seizing the offensive initiative in combat.
To endure as a turtle.
>Form V: Djem So, utilises a combination of blocks and parries. It requires the user not only to counterattack, but also to press the assault, combining Force-enhanced strength with powerful blade combinations to overpower and overwhelm an opponent's defences.
And to counter with the jaws of a turtle.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>5652506
ffs, typed dice+d20 instead of dice+1d20

>>5652497
>Form III: Soresu, the form was devised to counter the widespread emergence of blasters, weapons that the previous Makashi form wasn't equipped to combat. The pragmatic Form III became the most defensive of the seven forms, and utilised tight moves, consisting of subtle dodges and efficient parries, intended to provide maximum defensive coverage. A result of this defensive mindset, Soresu practitioners often had great difficulty seizing the offensive initiative in combat.
>Form II: Makashi, encourages precision and efficiency over power, using jabs, parries and light cuts rather than slashes, blocks, and chops. It is described as elegant, powerful and precise, relying on feints to confuse and trap opponents. Form II was not without its weaknesses. As it was designed to combat enemy duelists rather than enemy gunmen, it provided poor blast-deflection training.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>5652497
I forgot to roll

>>5652514
don't forget the dice.

>>5652516
>>5652515
Looks like you didn't forget that much.

>>5652526
Goes in the option field, I think.

>Form III: Soresu, the form was devised to counter the widespread emergence of blasters, weapons that the previous Makashi form wasn't equipped to combat. The pragmatic Form III became the most defensive of the seven forms, and utilised tight moves, consisting of subtle dodges and efficient parries, intended to provide maximum defensive coverage. A result of this defensive mindset, Soresu practitioners often had great difficulty seizing the offensive initiative in combat.
>Form II: Makashi, encourages precision and efficiency over power, using jabs, parries and light cuts rather than slashes, blocks, and chops. It is described as elegant, powerful and precise, relying on feints to confuse and trap opponents. Form II was not without its weaknesses. As it was designed to combat enemy duelists rather than enemy gunmen, it provided poor blast-deflection training.

Both resolve the weakness of the other, and they both work well together because as I stated earlier:

Both rely on economy of movement and precision strikes.
Both forms can be used by less-powerful practitioners.
Soresu to defend against blasters and approaching the enemy, Makashi when you've reached them.
Soresu's meditative precognition state could complement Makashi's formidable use of the force.
Makashi's precision cuts could benefit from Soresu's deflecting slashes, allowing practitioners to 'turn their opponent's strength against them'.

They can’t attack us from range with blasters because of form 3, and they get hurt bad in close range because of form 2. No matter what, they’re fuckdd.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

17? Niceeeee

>>5652529
Thanks.

>>5652532
Huh, cool a 17 was the roll required to somewhat not fail.

>>5652497
I'd say primary is
>FORM 3; Sorsu
and secondary is
>FORM 2; Makashi

Since I expect to need to fight more blasters than lightsabers.

>>5652536
Considering we’re going up against a knight, I’m satisfied.

>>5652497
>Form III: Soresu, the form was devised to counter the widespread emergence of blasters, weapons that the previous Makashi form wasn't equipped to combat. The pragmatic Form III became the most defensive of the seven forms, and utilised tight moves, consisting of subtle dodges and efficient parries, intended to provide maximum defensive coverage. A result of this defensive mindset, Soresu practitioners often had great difficulty seizing the offensive initiative in combat.

>Form II: Makashi, encourages precision and efficiency over power, using jabs, parries and light cuts rather than slashes, blocks, and chops. It is described as elegant, powerful and precise, relying on feints to confuse and trap opponents. Form II was not without its weaknesses. As it was designed to combat enemy duelists rather than enemy gunmen, it provided poor blast-deflection training.

Keeping my stuff to the style votes since the rolls seem done. Are they best of 3? I hope so.

As a rule styles vary according to ages. Ataru for the Mando Wars, Makashi resurgence during times of high saber wielding, Shii-Cho and Soresu for blaster-heavy days. I think Makashi in case of close-up combat and Soresu to cover blasters is a good combo.

What'd you guys think of Survivor? I just finished it. Was serviceable, just not as good as the first one. What about you guys, had fun with it?

>>5652553
Haven’t played it yet, I’m somewhat ambivalent to it. Is it just me, or have the graphics degraded? I seem to recall fallen order looking better when I played it.

>>5652553
>Keeping my stuff to the style votes since the rolls seem done. Are they best of 3? I hope so.
Yeah, keeps it heroic rather than you constantly jobbing. That is at least for lightsaber combat.
>What'd you guys think of Survivor?
I'm having a decent time, not really had the opportunity to get immersed into it, only at the point where you meet Merrin.

>>5652556
There are a few graphical hiccups, yeah. Cal's hair does that thing where it makes him selectively bald in certain places, like when you jump and angle the camera, but that's cause it's customizable now, which I guess is more a problem with the engine. Don't even get me started on the capes.

>>5652558
Oh cool, I liked Jedha. There was that weird thing with the recollections where it made it seem like people were worshipping the Jedi, saying "May the Jedi watch over us" and stuff. I thought that was cool. I think Merrin a cute.

Hi, just a little bit about my schedule. Unsure if I'll be able to do an update today, as I go into work on Tuesdays and Thursdays which is four hours there and back. And on Thursdays I also get very drunk as I partake in the free beer in the office.

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An arrogant smile coats your face, one brimming with false self-confidence. You will show Alyla that you aren’t just a helpless initiate, you’ve learnt so much in these past five years, and you are growing stronger by the day. Lightsaber lessons, once full of mystery and excitement, now are dull and repetitive. You have surpassed your class a long time ago, and you need a challenge, something to truly test your skill or allow you to resume learning once again. This is it, your impossible battle to prove the time that the Masters invested into you was not a waste, to prove that you alone were worth freeing instead of one of the millions still shackled. You give Alyla a mock confident wink and ignite both blades.

Thrown towards you with an incredible leap, a ball of bright blue plasma rips through the distance, and smothers you. You are slow, far too slow. The Knight spits out a wild slash at your leading leg, only to be caught by a sweep of your Shoto blade in the knick of time. Then almost instantly, she follows up with a slash to your neck. If not for the low-power setting of her blade or the fact you took a step backwards, your head would be lost.

Your world is one of sapphire plasma. The sky, sea and sand robbed by the speed and ferocity of Alyla’s assault. She beats at your defences a thousand times a second, pummelling them, degrading them, searching for openings you are struggling to close. You can’t hold on, every lightspeed attack forces you to retreat one step after another. Pushing you back inch-by-inch, controlling the fight, dominating you. She is winning, and there is nothing you can do, except hold on.

Soresu and your undeniable skill in the style are all that is keeping you in this fight. Small parries manage to send her jabs slightly off course, just enough so that the blows miss. Wide sweeps occasionally catch both Lightsabers and draw them away from what could be dual killing blows. A slight movement of your feet or shift of your body allows a blade of pure light to miss you by the narrowest margin. All you are is put into this defence, you have not even thrown a strike in her direction, and it just isn’t enough. Your arms begin to transmute into lead, and your concentration erodes under the relentless swarm of plasma.

Alyla, jaw locked tight in supreme concentration, finds it. With both her Lightsabers, she clinches yours locking all four blades together, then uses her strength maximised by the Force. Pushing the quartet away from both your bodies and outwards, leaving both Jedi with no guard. A lightning snap strikes out, the speed of a starfighter, the power of a Rancor; a kick scythes out from the Chiss and slams into your chest.

The force of a runaway speeder strikes your ribs, pounding the oxygen from your lungs. Thrown through the air, your Lightsabers are ripped from your death grip. Sand catches your fall as you slide down a dune uncontrolled towards the crashing waves. Pain erupts through every inch of your body, but you aren’t defeated. You’ll never be defeated. You weren’t gifted your freedom to be conquered by pain, to give up when life becomes too hard. You were given this life to help others, and you will never surrender as long as you breathe. Pushing yourself up, you see a comet burning in the sky. Racing down at you like a meteor of pure blue.

With a roar of pain, exhaustion, and determination, you throw yourself to your feet and summon your lost twin blades. And the torpedo impacts. Sand gives underfoot, and you are forced backwards onto your knees. But you do not break. Your Lightsabers halt Alyla’s, inches away from your body. Gazing up, you see a wild face, blue-black hair billowing in the wind and a giddy grin of pure exhilaration from the captivating woman standing above you. Alyla pushes down, her blades forcing you closer to defeat with a strength overtaking your own. Betraying your mental demands, your Lightsabers edge closer and closer to your body, your loss imminent.

In a snap, you put catch both of her Lightsabers onto your full blade and guide them into the sand beside you. With your free Shoto, you spear forwards towards Alyla’s belly, with the ferocity of a starved and tortured Nexu. A momentary grimace paints hair face, but it goes unseen, your eyes only on the area you will strike.

With an acrobatic twirl, she throws herself away to safety and catches her breath whilst you pant like a beast with burning lungs and shattered ribs.

“You are amazing.” She states simply. “But not good enough.”

“I’ve got you,” You growl out, unable to summon the energy to snarl out more.

“Oh, really? How about this? If I beat you, I get your Shoto blade, and if you beat me, I guess I will promise to be your master or something. It doesn’t matter, you’re not winning.”

How do you reply?

> “You’re on.” d20

> “I want...(write-in)” She’ll be your master no matter what d20

> “No deal.” You’ve put up a good show. But she’s beaten you, and you need Bacta for your chest

She will take your lightsaber if she wins but she'll give you her own in return don't worry

Probably a lot of mistakes in todays update but im super tired

> “You’re on.” d20

We’re young, and I doubt we’ve ever been pushed this far with our ability with a lightsaber. It’s fitting.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>5653515
So far it’s been really good, QM. Keep up the good work.

>>5653519
Holy crap, boys.

Oh, anyways, QM, what is the order’s stance on Jedi wearing armour?

>>5653519
Nice, enjoy a prize of your choosing (by collective votes)
>>5653521
Yeah, some do. Typically the more militarised Jedi do, and they are place by the border with the Hutt empire. There has been a lot of recent inccursion by deniable hutt assests.

Sleeping now

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>>5653519
fucking hell she got KO'd kek.

>>5653512
I'm personally of the mind that the failure is as much a reward as victory.

So why not
>You're going to be my master anyway, I'd like your Shoto if I win.

and we can give her our shoto.

If we get a consensus in the next two hours I should be able to get out two updates today.

>>5653796
Currently, there are. . . two votes.

But eh, fuck it, I'm not that attatched to giving up our lightsaber.

>>5653755
>Changing to "Your on"

>>5653798
>Currently, there are. . . two votes.
I know but theres not much I can do about that, I'd rather not vote in my own quest.

>>5653800
It's not the number I was drawing attention too, more that the consensus was mostly rather easily combined.

>>5653801
Assuming everything goes to plan, I feel the votes would lead to quite antithetical future developments.

>>5653805
fair nough.

All on board the determined youth path

>>5653512
Your on

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>5653512
> “You’re on.” d20

Lez do it.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>5653512
> “No deal.” You’ve put up a good show. But she’s beaten you, and you need Bacta for your chest

>>5653958
guess the rolls so far say that he's not all gas. Pretty decent swordsman

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>5653512
> “You’re on.” d20

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Your overconfidence is your weakness, these are the words you want to speak but your screaming heart, burning muscles, and the pain spewing from your ribcage rob the words from your gasping mouth. All your body and addled mind can get out is a simple grunt, “You’re on.”

Standing back up to your full height, you are allowed to think again. In this second, your mind is no longer gripped by disarray caused by an inferno of Lightsabers trying to cleave you. You open yourself to the Force, allowing it to flow into you and guide you. This battle can’t be won with strength, Alyla is far stronger than you when she calls on the Force, it can’t be won through speed, you are no match to the ferocity of her Ataru or Juyo, and it can’t be won by skill, as Alyla has stated she is simply better than you. But you feel the Force reach into you, whispering in your ears, sharing a secret message, and directing your steps. And it tells you, you will win.

Alyla stretches her body out in the sweltering sun, sweat beginning to bead on her forehead. Taking a step back towards the crashing sea, you tighten your grip on your blades, ready for the hornet’s nest she is about to unleash. In an instant, she warps from rolling her shoulders and throws herself into a lunge. A lighting bolt of plasma collides with the Lightsabers you bring up in a guard, flinging them to your sides. Taking another step back, you narrowly miss a strike that would bisect you as you restore your defence. The foam of the spray now laps at your heels.

With a twirl, she smashes against you. Your Shoto catches her main Lightsaber and deflects it a centimetre away from its target, your neck. Her smaller twin tries and fails to caress your knee with the laser blade. Staggered, you give way and retreat another step. This continues, with ferocity and overwhelming power, she shatters the shield you conjure up, and then you reform it in a weakening simulacrum, retreating another step.

Each crushing slice and darting lance of blue energy wears at you, your defence weakening and becoming sloppier. And you are winning, not because you are striking out with any desperate offensive, you’re not, you can’t, all that you can do is hold on. Not because she is weakening, she is getting stronger and faster like an engine roaring to life. You are winning because she is pushing you into the crashing waves, and mindlessly following you to get that final blow that would slip between your guard and gift her victory.

Waves smash at your back, and the Chiss, skin bluer and more beautiful than the breathtaking ocean, crashes into your front. Her blows, now slow, are easier to parry, no longer do they cleave into your guard but simply bounce off it ineffectually. Alyla is no longer fighting against you but against the entire ocean as well, and that is not a battle she could ever win. Confidence soaring, your fading strength reconstituting and growing to heights you have never reached. You live for this, the thrill of the fight, the adrenaline forcing your heart to race at a thousand miles an hour, and the exaltation of triumph and dominance.

No longer slaved to Soresu in the hope to survive, you strike out with the pinpoint, precise jabs of Makashi. Thrown into confusion and a faltering defence, Alyla realises she has lost. Through the Force she throws waves that crash down upon you, they break on you as if they were nothing but raindrops. Alyla tries to retreat backwards to land so she can reset this fight, so she can resume defeating you. But you are too fast, you dart forwards, throwing needles of light towards her face, body and hands. Panic and anger flare on her face, fighting the other for primacy.

Finally, your full Lightsaber connects, boring a hole straight through her guard, striking her fingers. Eyes scrunched in pain as the blade, which is on training power, sends a blast of pain, forcing her to drop the sword. You’ve won, but you can’t stop, you need to “kill” her, it needs to be an absolute victory. Your Shoto whips out like a viper at the recoiling target and strikes her in the centre of her chest.

And it stops, your flank roars with pain, your energy spent and fatigue conquers you in a way Alyla could not. Alyla summons her dropped blade from the water and follows you to the sand stomping with her every step. You feel eyes bore into your back with a strength a Lightsaber never could. Flopping down as you gain freedom from your erstwhile ally, you fall face-first into the sand.

Rolling over, you look up at the unblemished blue sky. And a very angry Chiss standing over you, which somehow seems to amplify her loveliness. “What was our promise again master?”

“You didn’t beat me,” Alyla sulks. “I beat myself, if I didn’t follow you-”

“But you did follow me,” You smirk up at the furious angel.

Alyla grimaces and tries to think of an excuse or a comeback, finding none. Defeated, she slumps down, resting her head on your shoulder as she joins you, staring up into pale blue nothingness. “I guess I’ve found my new apprentice.”

“Was there ever a question?”

“I don't know. I was thinking maybe Luke, you kinda struggle with the interpersonal stuff, I don't need a chain like that around my neck. But I guess we are stuck with each other, for better or for worse. Serving the will of the Force, righting wrongs, and exploring the entire galaxy together. I have so many things to show you."

A chime rings at Alyla's belt, destroying the moment, causing Alyla to leave your broad shoulders and sit up. With a sign, she moans, "I've got to go. Old man Turok wants me for something. I guess your big sister is too popular for her own good."

You join her in groaning, Alyla has been stolen from you, ending the perfect way to spend an afternoon. You need to find a way to kill the hours until you can be reunited with her again. What do you do?

>Find the Initiates in one of the other combat pods

>Try to find Luke

>Follow Alyla; maybe the meeting with Master Turok will be quick

>Write in, either some activity to do or something to say to Alyla before she leaves

>>5654081
>See you later "Master" CHEEKY SUPREMACY

>Try and find Luke
I think we still need to do a combat portion of the trials, but that can wait till later. Lets gush about lightsabers with our bro

>Try to find Luke

>>5654083
Supporting

Sorry don't think I can do two updates today, unless it is really small. I want to hit the gym before I sleep.

>>5654083
>I think we still need to do a combat portion of the trials,
You all get recalled at the end of the day to perform that and the masters get paired with their apprentice of choice, I will end the thread with that as it is a good stopping point.

Also, just re-read it.

This bitch knows JUYO?!

That's a rather large red flag.

>>5654081
>Try to find Luke

>>5654094
You would turn to the dark side for her right?

>>5654081
>>Try to find Luke

>>5654094
That means WE'LL know Juyo or Ataru anon! Shit, that's like, 4 out of 7 forms right there. We already got the duel sabers, I'd say Battle Master route is a go.

>>5654139
I’d honestly rather perfect our 2 current forms, knowing more forms won’t make us as good as we’d like.

>>5654111
No, I would not. I get he's head over heels for her, but Chris at least knows right from wrong.

It'd take an active attempt of subversion for me to buy that he'll turn darkside for anybody. Now, heat of the moment rage is a more. . difficult beast.

>>5654139
Juyo is an eminently risky thing to partake in. Best left alone until we know we are firm of foundation and mind.

That said, learning the principles is not outside of my prohibitions [personal prohibitions anyway], but master what we have first.

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>>5654163
Eeeeh, agree to disagree. Def master our main forms, but I think having even the basics of Ataru and Juyo would make for a useful pool of techniques to pull from. If this lives long enough we could even blend parts of the forms together. Highflying force stunts with fencing grace to attack from all axis. I'm getting ahead of myself but learning new forms would make for a balanced lightsaber breakfast.

>>5654163
>pic related

Juyo's only dangerous if you're an emotionless lil' bich who can't handle feeling basic shit. Force is Force, why limit yourself? Our boy Chris here already feels a load of Force moving down south when dealing with his childhood hero, and who wouldn't? She's hot, it's natural. Long as Chris doesn't let the horny control him, microdoses emotion, and maintains a healthy balanced mindset, he's set.

>>5654081
>Try to find Luke
Let's see how well our friend's initiation went

>>5654176
You underestimate the power of addiction, and I'm going to ignore disney shit, the dark side is not fucking balanced counter weight to the light. the darkside is an indulgence in your baser desires and emotions.

You are correct, Don't let horny get him, maintain a healthy and serene mindset and here's the risk with Juyo, Don't let your love of battle and the exhilaration of testing your skill transmute into something else, a love of violence and the act of the kill.
Slippery slope is not a fallacy, it's a damn repeating tragedy.

So do not touch the style until we've gotten out of our hormonal years, for safeties sake.
I won't reiterate my view on learning principles, and leave the old saying about jack of all trades master of none.
We're skilled with a blade, we aren't the second coming of Tulak hord. Refine, perfect, then expand.

>>5654198
We aren’t Tulak hord… yet. But yeah, I agree with you. Obi-wan was balling with only 2 forms. The trick is that he mastered them, he was in fact the premier master of Soresu at the temple during the Clone Wars. We can do the same.

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>>5654198
You're right, we're the first coming of Christopher Robin

>>5654206
>>5654317
It fucking hid my post and gaslit me into thinking I hadn't posted this shit, I'm not a newfag, I swear.

>>5654319
Sometimes posts get hidden until you post again.

Hi, so I'm 95% likely to not do an update today, feel like shit and I'm going into the office today and I'll be drinking a lot this evening.

As we are close to 10k(9.6k) words, which is quite a lot for me as this is my first rodeo, what are your thoughts on the quest so far? What do you like, what don't you like, what would you like? Any general suggestions on things to improve on? Don't get too mean. I get we've not started the interesting stuff yet and Chris is still stuck in the comfy temple but that'll change soon. I felt that this slow intro would be a good contrast to future threads and help you develop along with him.

>>5654470
Restraining my meanness;

The good: We've got through Char gen, got a solid grip on our strengths and motivation. I do like that he has explicit and outward emotion independent of us [that being an adoration/hormonal fixation with his savior] since we don't see that much.

Downsides? Not many. it's rather evident that you are a first time QM but an able writer. Keep at the way you're going and we will do fine.
The only concern I have for the future is if we lean in on this fascination, because I know that Anons cannot into romance.

>>5654495
Basically this. Just keep up the good work. If anything feels wrong, we’ll probably tell you if it comes up.

>>5654470
I'm liking it so far.

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“How’s your chest?” Alyla asks with her tilted head, remorse for the possible pain clear and plain on her face.

“Feels like someone took a hammer to it, but I’ll cope. I’ll grab some Bacta when I leave.” You reply with a weak, forced smile in an attempt to disarm her unease.

Alyla reaches into a recess of her white waterlogged robes, the robes that cling to her body, the very ones that hug so tightly that you can roughly make out the contours of her form hidden below the cloth. You steal the briefest glance at her chest, almost instantly you steer your eyes away into the sand by your side, pretending that you would never have done such a degenerate action and that your cheeks are not glowing a rosy red. The moment goes either unnoticed or unmentioned. Reluctantly, you gaze up and see the Jedi Knight shake a small cylinder full of a viscous green goop.

“Shirt off,” Alyla commands, with a sternness that would strangle any protest, a sternness that she wears so well with her powerful red eyes and sharp cheekbones.

Without dissent, you open the plain brown standard Jedi Initiate robes to reveal a chest etched with lean yet powerful muscle. Not swelling with brawn, under a modest level of fat, like Luke, but one akin to a swimmer. On your left flank, on what should be nought but pale skin, instead is a large purple bruise. A hiss of worry escapes Alyla’s lips as her face scrunches with regret. Opening the transparent jar and letting the Bacta lackadaisically fall on her hand. Coated with the gunk, her hands rub together, sharing a slime coating.

At first, you grimace when she touches the plum discolouration, a sharp intensification of the pain sparks internally with the slight pressure of her touch. As if touching prized china, she tenderly massages your swelling. Almost instantly, the pain retreats and vanishes, not just the sharp pain caused by her careful caress, but the burning locked deep in your chest. In a short span, your wound is coated with Bacta. Alyla runs a finger exploring the rolling hills of your muscled abdomen, running up and over your breast, until she reaches your chin, holding it so your eyes are locked with hers.

“You are spectacular. I’ve sparred with worse Masters. And I’m not just talking about you leading me into the sea, but before your defence was implacable. You are going to become a great Jedi and an amazing swordmaster.” Her words full of seriousness, lacking the typical teasing tone. Your heart begins to pound faster than during the battle.

Is this it? The words you hear, but they are just words, unimportant and a secondary language to the expressions of the body, the hand lifting your chin and the eyes intertwined with yours is something your feel in a way that is more than just physical. You sit up, meeting her at eye level and delicately cup her cheek. And she does nothing, nothing as you focus in on her prominent dark blue-black lips. Your body acts without thought, your brain on autopilot, letting what must be the Force guide your lips which are about to meet.

The spell shatters, a sticky hand ruffles your shiny blond hair, and an angel laughs. A second hand joins the first one, leaving your chin. Playing with your hair, massaging your scalp. Turning your unkempt hair into an array of spikes as the Knight plays with her toy. It is a comforting feeling, one that you imagine would cause any other to reminisce of a loving childhood. But it can not calm you. Shame, embarrassment, and regret roil inside you like a vicious ocean locked in a terrible gale. Alyla stands up, still toying with your hair, crafting new Bacta-coated blond spikes.

A weak voice escapes your lips, dripping with regret and a storm of humiliation. “I’m s-”

Interrupted, a playful voice kills your apology dead in its tracks, “I’ve got to go. I wish we could spend the rest of the day here enjoying the sun, but duty calls. And next time, I won’t go easy on you, I’m going to beat you blue.”

“Yes, I look forward to it… Master,” You answer with a grin, emphasising her loss, trying to force the swirl of feelings and confusion below the surface, reverting to your playful norm.

With that, the blue-skinned alien pokes out a tongue and scampers off, leaving you deep in thought. You move like a zombie, trying to make sense of it. There was something there, right? You felt something. And she didn’t admonish you for the attempted kiss, a clear violation of the Jedi doctrine. You leave the beach still soaked to the bone under the intense sun. Showering, you remove the healing gel from your hair and change into a spare robe. All the while deep in thought, slightly stung by the weak rejection. You need to forget it for now, purge your mind of such things and just have fun.

Closing your eyes, you reach out for your friend, Luke. You do have others, but with them, you are simply acquaintances, born out of proximity rather than sharing any natural bond. The world beyond your lids is obfuscated in darkness, but there is a beacon of light. And he’s close, you think; while talented with the Force, you know there are such improvements you can make if you weren’t spending every free minute mimicking heroes of the past with Lightsabers. Entering another combat pod, you feel the presence grow stronger. The torch in the world of shadow splits into two.

Around you sprawls a tropical jungle, sounds of creatures play from hidden speakers dotted in the camouflaged walls. Trees stand large and tall, dark vines fall from branches up high. The air around you is hot and sticky with humidity. You don’t like it; you much prefer the light and the gentle green of the Garden of Tranquillity over the shrouded and shadowed undergrowth. Clearing your way through, you see two people, one the Human, Luke, you’ve been searching for, the other with skin so pale she could be your sibling. The female Ramdar is a fellow Initiate named Claire; she is not a friend to you, she is sharp, short-tempered and always in a competition to outdo all, not that she comes close to you in the things that matter.

>Join them, you want to hang out with your friend

>Spy on them, something interesting might happen

>Write in

>Join them, you want to hang out with your friend

>>5655846
>Join them, you want to hang out with your friend

>>5655846
>Join them, you want to hang out with your friend

>>5655846
>Join em

Not feeling great, not going to do an update today.

>>5656674
All good. Get well soon

>>5655846
>Join them, you want to hang out with your friend

Friends are important.

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“Hey Luke,” You yell through the curtains of slick green-grey vines that form a lattice, blocking your path to join your friend. With a quick movement of your hand, you draw your Lightsaber, ignite the blade, and effortlessly slice through the vegetation with a satisfying hum. Tips of the severed foliage glow with a vibrant yellow. It is a rewarding feeling, while no great deed, this is the first time your Lightsaber has bitten into an object and cleaved it with ease.

The two figures turn to the sound of your voice, and the whistle of the blade. “Chris? What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you, and hoping to fight off boredom. What are you guys up to?”

Claire cuts in, stealing the chance for Luke to answer, “I was just about to show Luke this new Force trick I just learnt how to pull off.”

You can tell it is a lie, not because you reached into the Force and pulled thoughts from their minds but because of the utterly confused visage Luke wears on his face. He nods along in agreement but is still visibly confused. Deciding not to press the issue, everyone deserves their own secrets, you walk up to them and make the duo into a trio. You heavily suspect they hold affection for each other, you see how Luke’s eyes trail off during lectures and gravitate to the young Ramdar girl. And you would not fault him for it, she does have a budding beauty which you would not argue against. But her abrasiveness and awkwardness are somethings you have never been able to tolerate.

Diverting the conversation, Luke asks, “So, where have you been?”

With a cocksure grin on your mouth, you recall your recent victory, “Nothing much, just sparred with a Knight and won.”

“Like fuck you did,” He snorts. “The only thing you could beat is a blind Swamp-Rat.”

“And you have never beaten me because you are a blind Swap-Rat?” You retort, reminding him of his continuous streak of losses against yourself. Hiding a slight annoyance at his lack of belief in your achievement. This is something you will have to get Alyla to admit to it some point which will be a battle in itself.

“Are you telling the truth?” Claire watches the pair of you, utterly puzzled. Then, turning to Luke, “Christopher has shown himself to be the best in our clan when it comes to Lightsaber training, it is possible.”

“I’m not going to argue either way, believe what you want. And you are free to ask Jedi Knight Alyla.” You reply curtly.

Luke cuts in, “Ah, so that’s it, she gave you a pity win.”

All you do in response is roll your eyes, and have a slight sigh escape your lips. Claire continues to study you, to spot either reality or falsehoods in your claim. Truth be told, you would struggle to believe any of your fellow Initiates if they made the same declaration. And while duelling is something you lead the class, that fight was something beyond your typical abilities. Nevertheless, you rose to the occasion and have been granted greater skill in reward, and with it, your confidence in your own abilities has also increased.

“So, whip ’em out.” Luke changes the subject of conversation to your new lifelong companions. “Let’s see what your Lightsaber Chris.”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” You chuckle.

With that, Claire swiftly grabs her singular Lightsaber, switches it on and twirls the Saberstaff in a vortex of blue plasma. Luke shrugs and produces a standard hilt, and ignites the blade. A lush green bar of light spawns from his hand. Joining in the display, you exhibit your twin Lightsabers in all their glory. You inwardly chuckle, didn’t Luke confidently pronounce that he was going to construct a yellow Saberstaff? Clearly, the plan didn’t survive contact with his kyber crystal. Enjoying the revelation as it is something you can tease him about in front of Claire, a mischievous grin begins to form on your face.

“That’s not a yellow Saberstaff. I swear you told me with a voice brimming with more confidence than I’ve ever heard that you were going to make a yellow Saberstaff. I don’t know if you’ve gone colour-blind, but that’s obviously green. And not a Saberstaff.”

“No, I never said that. I’ve always wanted a single green Saber. I don’t need any fancy Lightsaber hilt to stand out or use as a crutch.” He lies defiantly, completely rejecting your assertion.

To that, you chuckle and watch his cheeks take on a slight glow and then mournfully state, “I hope our new masters, whoever they are, work together. We could get sent to the other side of the galaxy to one another, it could be years until we see each other again.”

“I agree,” Answers Claire, the one of the trio who you were very much not talking to. “It would be nice for us to continue to work with each other.”

“So, Claire, what is this new Force thing you’ve conjured up?” You ask, hoping to catch them out on a lie.

The young Ramdar girl perks up, now with a boastful grim on her typically impassive face, “Oh yes, so I was looking at how the Force…

Three d20s please.

>can be used to empower the body (gain Force Enhancement depending on the roll)

> can be used to increase our speed (gain Force Speed depending on the roll)

>can be used to resist others' Force powers (gain Force Resistance depending on the roll)

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>5657856
>can be used to empower the body (gain Force Enhancement depending on the roll)

>>5654470
The interactions with our "Master" are a bit weird, but other than that, I see no problems so far.

> can be used to increase our speed (gain Force Speed depending on the roll)

A lightsaber doesn’t need much strength at all to kill, and our styles are suited for weaker fighters, so speed is the key here.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

Rollin’

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>5657856
>>can be used to resist others' Force powers (gain Force Resistance depending on the roll)

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>5657856
>> can be used to increase our speed (gain Force Speed depending on the roll)

>>5657856
>Force speed

Now we'll see if 1's cause auto fails or complications.

>>5657856
>can be used to increase our speed (gain Force Speed depending on the roll)

Speed is life.

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... can be used to increase our speed. While the Force innately grants us part of this power, I feel I have really gained control of the ability, rather than simply relying on the whims of the Force.” With that, she transforms into a blur and runs past both you and Luke.

“Huh, I thought she was lying,” You whisper to Luke, trying to muffle your voice to the point it is unlikely she will hear, but not putting in the full effort to make sure.

She continues to show you her mastery of the ability as she darts around at a speed you could never naturally match. This is the area Claire manages to outperform you. The command of the Force is something you find elusive, like grasping an oiled viper. It is something you struggle to understand, persuade and guide the Force in this manner, unlike the ease with which it flows through you when wielding a Lightsaber. In lessons, she always proudly shows off how quickly she understands and embraces the teachings of the Force. Making sure the rest of the clan, regardless of if they are struggling, know how exceptional and gifted she is. A slight joy fills you when she can not replicate her successes when gripping a Lightsaber.

The pale-skinned teenage girl comes to a halt, face blotchy and red from exertion. Her blond ponytail whips around as she comes to a stop and doubles over. Pants escape her lips, and beads of sweat trickle down her forehead. Braced on her thighs, she looks up at the two of you with a mouth-splitting grin. Eyes darting from you and back to Luke, waiting for either of you to say something, most likely hoping for an impressed compliment from either of you or both. She is a bizarre one, quiet, reserved and wholly unsociable the majority of the time, then this rare transformation. If she acted more like this, you would understand Luke’s fascination with her.

“Wo-” Luke tries to praise her.

Enthusiasm bubbling over, she blurts out, cutting Luke off mid-sentence, “I think I can teach the two of you. It took me a while to piece it together myself, but I did not have a teacher to guide me.”

“Damn, yes please,” You reply, now very interested in the display in the hope of picking up the power yourself. Still not fully able to express how impressed you are with her achievement you genuinely are.

Luke replies in kind, but his admiration of her is far greater and less veiled. “Wow, that’s amazing. I can’t believe you’ve managed to discover that. Yeah, I would love to if you could.”

She straightens up and manages to beam a smile at you, which is somehow larger than before. “Great! I am sure you two will get it in no time. First, I advise you to begin meditation, close your eyes and feel the world around you. Feel the Force gently lap against you like rolling waves. Then open your eyes, target your destination, and feel the Force slow down the world around you. Oh, and start running for now. After you get the hang of it, you will be able to get a better grip on the ability.”

So you do as she says, closing your eyes, you reach out with the Force, touching the world around you. This is a standard meditation practice, but there is a reason for it, communion with the Force means one with the world around you. You can feel the water in the vines, the life in the dirt, and the souls of the multitude of young plants and ancient trees that surround you. The Force begins to swell as you allow its power to flow into your body, building a storage of energy to be utilised within yourself. Slowly you open your eyes, look dead ahead, and begin running.

The world turns to molasses. Each footfall feels effortless and without weight. An archaic tree stands before you, and begins to approach fast. Victory roars through you, not only did you learn this advanced technique, but you did it on your first attempt. Today has been success after success, never have you felt so powerful and triumphant. You get closer to the tree with each lightning-fast step, and then place one foot onto the trunk. Then another. Throwing yourself up the tree, you begin to climb it with the speed pushing you forwards and carrying you up. With a mighty kick of your feet, you throw yourself free from the tree into the air. Somersaulting backwards towards the group, you spin in the heavens. Finally, you land with a flourish on your feet.

Claire begins clapping, clearly ecstatic about your success, which she drove. Luke doesn’t have the same luck. You watch his scrunched-up eyes, trying to enter into a rapport with the Force but failing. Each time he tries and enters a run, always unassisted by the Force, you struggle to stifle a chuckle which then in turn, causes Claire to join you, fighting down giggles. The sounds you’ve never heard before slip from the corners of her mouth. And with each failed attempt and softened laugh, you can see Luke’s frustration rising.

With annoyed snaps, Luke rejects any further helpful advice. His irritation rising, you decide not to tell him that it will weaken his control of the Force. It would not help him to verbalise the words, only add to his irritation. Tired of watching his failed attempts, Claire joins you, sitting on the damp forest floor. The pair of you talk little, and when you try to start up a dialogue, she answers them curtly, killing any flow to the conversation. She occasionally attempts to bridge the silence with muffled questions and odd topics, but they similarly go nowhere.

After a while, Luke finally relents. Then, tired of continuous failure, he promises to make future attempts, which will most likely be private. All three of your commlinks chime together in unison, Grand Master Turok’s voice chimes out of them, “Initiates, please make your way to the Room of Awakening. Shortly we will begin the final phase of your initiation to the rank of Padawan. I shall see you shortly.”

Luke, Claire and you leave the combat pod. You ruminate on the name, surely each room is way too large to be named a simple pod, even on this planet of excess. As you exit the massive hall, you see an Iktotchi, two grey horns sprout from the side of his ruddy red head. In the instance that you spot him, your good mood spoils and dies.

The fellow Initiate, Chook, smirks and booms out to his cohort of five fellows, “It’s the retard, the slave and his sister. Funny, I figured the slave would be clinging to the Chiss’ skirt. You are such poor wastes of Jedi, the Council would do better selling back to the Hutts.”

A fire ignites in your soul as your hands reflexively reach towards the sibling Lightsabers hanging at your hips. The characteristic calmness Jedi are renowned for is something you’ve always struggled with, and now, in this moment, it is so far gone from your mind you forget that it is something you have always attempted to achieve. As much as you struggle building friendships with the majority of the Jedi in your clan, this rivalry is not the fault of your stunted social skills. Chook has constantly jabbed at you with barbed words, mocked you when he could and disparaged your aims and accomplishments. This has built up to a reflexive fury whenever he enters your sight.

You

>Ignore him

>Teach him a lesson three d20s

>Write in

>>5658715
>Ignore him
>But be ready if he tries to start a fight

>Ignore him

Oh I think this thread has about 3 updates worth of posts left, and then the day/thread will end.

>>5658715
>Ignore him
>But be ready if he tries to start a fight
>And if he starts a fight, we should say he's really fond of the Hutts. Maybe he's not a Jedi afterall.
>Otherwise, he's not worth our time. He's likely going to fluck out.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>5658715
>Teach him a lesson three d20s
Revenge is not the jedi way.

But neither is bein a lil bich.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>5658715
>Teach him a lesson three d20s

not taking this shit lying down

>>5658715
>draw your saber, or get lost Chook.

If he draws, cut him.

Sorry struggling to put pen to paper, no update today. Writing this much for these many days in the row is new to me. Will definity get an update out tomorrow.

>>5659880
all good

Sorry again guys, I lied. I went to sleep straight after work yesterday, and the day before I did started writing then passed out on my office floor, looking back at it I was so tired it didn't make any sense. There will be an update today, just got to do a few domestic things and finish it of, maybe in an hour.

>>5662260
woot woot, lack of sleep! woot woot, it's the sound of the beat

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A venomous sneer warps your face. Your hands rest on two polished silver grips. And adrenalin flows through your every vein. Locked in your chest, your heart begins to pulse with a fury of a war drum pounded on the eve of battle. The red pupils expand as your eyes narrow into a sneer. Hot and loud breaths puff from your flaring nostrils. Your fingers become claws and fuse with the hilts of your Lightsabers, the small hills of your knuckles are painted white by the intense grasp. Fire dances in your scarlet eyes as you glare deep into the Iktotchi.

You will not give him what he wants. You will not draw your blades and engage him in combat. You will not humiliate him and his cronies by swiftly defeating them with your blades. And you could do it, the Force has been with you today, what challenge would the five of them be able to conjure up that Alyla could not? Perhaps you will be gifted a chance to humble Chook in the Ceremony of Swords, the final part of today’s graduation. The biggest reason you do not draw your Lightsabers is the punishment that would follow. Strick rules exist for duelling outside the combat pods, let alone an unprovoked attack. How could one know if you’ve got your Lightsaber on training mode or full power? The difference between them could mean a slight sting in the ribs or a complete bisection.

As your mind cleanses, it reveals his simplistic plan for what it is. A trap to soil this day, to hinder your ability to become a true Jedi, and, if not, the chance to beat you with his newly constructed Lightsaber. An attempt to claim revenge for the continual defeats you have gifted him in class, now backed up with a numbers advantage. Still feeling the hot anger inside, you remove your hands from the hilts and simply glare at him.

After a short, wordless silence, you reach into your soul. There is the Force, and it is a cold wind that soothes and calms your anger, leading it from your body. The hostile feelings boiling inside you wane and wilt. Yet, vestige remnants of negative emotions remain, impossible to scour off the seeds of hatred lying dormant, waiting in torpor, waiting to grow back even stronger than before. Finally, your eyes are free, and you rip them from him, looking towards the exit, forwards to the future and your apprenticeship under your destined master.

Claire follows you, clearly slightly perturbed by Rook’s behaviour directed at your group, unaccustomed to this level of hostility. But she says nothing and follows right behind you, in silence with her head slightly cowed, like an anxious duckling following its mother. Your action, or lack of reaction, earns more insults and jeers from the group, but you let it wash over you, this day is too momentous to spoil with any fights.

Luke does not follow in your footsteps. As Rook turns with you, his head tracking your every footfall as you leave, he loses sight of the stationary Human of your group. The Iktotchi starts to follow you, showering you with more vitriol, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction. Not wanting to ignore Rook or not able, Luke begins to briskly walk towards you, seemingly to catch up with you and Claire. But just as he passes, Luke slams a powerful shoulder into the back of the horned alien. The force of the much larger and stronger Human on the unsuspecting Iktotchi throws Rook off his feet. Rook flies forwards and skids along the polished white marble floor dancing with black veins.

Continuing his fast stride, Luke gives a light snigger as his clanmate is sprawled on the hard floor. The party accompanying Rook, goes becomes soundless, stunned by the unsuspected violence. Although, you think you hear one of them audibly gasp. Turning back to face the horned Near-Human, you see him draped on the floor. Glaring up with thick crimson red blood flowing from his shattered nose, a smile replaces the detached mask you wear for a face. You also see Luke grinning like a prize idiot.

“Sorry, I slipped.” He lies, the mirth in his voice dispelling any possible belief one could have in the obviously false words. Quieter this time, but loud enough for everyone to hear, as if that could grant him some plausible deniability. “Serves you fucking right.”

Luke catches up with you and Claire. Leaving Rook and his gaggle of friends behind, you share looks of amusement with Luke, while Claire switches between looking aghast and having a small slight smile timidly dance on her face. Passing through the labyrinthine temple, which is more massive than some colonies in the Unknown Regions, you almost reach the level containing the Room of Awakening, but a man spots you. A Human, one that is very boring to look at. His clothes look uninspired, unassuming and decidedly middle class; this is typically rare for guests, as the standard visitor belongs to the Coruscanti elite and displays lavish finery that could bankrupt a small moon. He is a chubby man, old in his years but not ancient, with ruddy cheeks from what you suspect is overindulgence in alcohol.

He looks at your face, then quickly scans a datapad that was sitting by his side. “Err, excuse me, young man, um, yes, you, the Ramdar. You are called Christopher, right? Can I please have a minute of your time? I know you have been called by Master Turok, but it won't be anything other than just a small moment.”

Shrugging, you give him a nod and wave your friends ahead. "Sure, that's me, how can I help you?"

“Fantastic, I represent a group called the Human Alliance of Anti-Slavery, HAAS if you wish. And we aim to end the slavery of all Humans and Near-Humans, no matter where borders begin and end. One of our current projects is your people, the Ramdar, of course. And part of our efforts is creating a Holomovie about Jedi Knight Alyla and Master Sifo’s mission there, the one that freed you. This is to raise awareness of the plight of your people, I do recognise movies don’t get across the real suffering but we think it would help to get the word out. Sadly most our kind are dulled by continuous Holovids to care about the galaxy at large. So anyway, we have a good amount of information about the events, but I was wondering if there is something you would like to add from your perspective of the mission.”

In your reply, you focus on...

>The role of the Jedi and their achievements in bringing freedom and peace to the galaxy

>The pain your people suffer and the urgency that something must be done

>Write in

>>5662392
I don't want to spoil such a good day with such dark topics. But if it frees our people or takes steps towards it in any tangible sense.

>The evils of slavery, that a child can be posed like a doll, stripped of dignity and protection by a giant slug, paraded and made an active participant in their own degradation or ignored to waste and freeze like some forgotten toy.

Really drive home that there is zero benefit to the slave at all. Any action taken in slavery is one that harms the slave.

>>5662392
>>5662397
+1

>>5662392
>The pain your people suffer and the urgency that something must be done
>That anything less then opposition to slavery is support to it

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Stunned by the abruptness of the topic, you take a second to gather yourself. Then, steeling your gaze and forcing down your swelling emotions, you reply, “The evils of slavery, that a child can be posed like a doll, stripped of dignity and protection by a giant slug, paraded and made an active participant in their own degradation or ignored to waste and freeze like some forgotten toy. There is one thing I want you to capture in the Holofilm, is the hopelessness of my people. We are true slaves, we are born, live and die in those caves never seeing or feeling the warm of our star. It is the only life we know, suffering. Our work destroys our bodies and steals decades of our lives. Did you know we should have one hundred and twenty years of life, like the standard human? I do not know any of my kin to have reached forty.”

The man whose name you have yet to catch nods, and begins to write on his datapad with a black stylus covered in ornate gold decorative patterns displaying a blank human face at the tip.

“We crawl through narrow passageways like worms through muck. Those that reach adulthood grow deformed and weak.” Your voice grows ever louder as your emotions become unchecked and your control unravels. “The caverns we call home collapse in on us, crushing our bodies or trapping us in prisons of endless night where we can only escape through death. Or we hit a pocket of gas that burns our skin and eats at our lungs, reducing them to acidic pools of blood. And the Hutts and their cronies enjoy it, they could give us better equipment and treatment, which would help us become more efficient, but they don’t. They love our debasement and degeneration into mere beasts.”

“Don’t worry son,” the human replies, “Our goal is to portray the situation as it truly is. We do not want our message to be muted. We want people to watch the film and cry out, we need to help those people, we need the Republic or Jedi to do something no matter where these crimes are located. It won’t be another droll action movie to further glorify the Jedi, you can trust me with that. The Force knows there’s enough of them circling the Holonet. We need public opinion or outrage to spur the Jedi and Republic into action. The Hutts and their moralless empire needs to die; it is a blight on existence, with the cruellest of crimes being commonplace.”

The old man, who shares your height, reaches for your shoulder and gives it a warm squeeze with a soft knowing smile. “Something will be done, one day, I swear it. Anyway, I should be going, best of luck with your initiation. I’ve heard you have to duel another student to show that you are able to protect yourself when you travel the Galaxy. Show them the strength of your people. And please take this with you, if you ever need to contact us, HAAS is a very exclusive organisation, but when you become an adult, we would be hard-pressed to refuse your entree if you wished. And don’t forget to spread the word, this Galaxy HAAS a problem with slavery.”

The man, that you suspect is in his fifties, hands you a metallic grey card with a thick black rim and scuttles away through a corridor. Examining it, you see the name and titles of the man you were talking to: Duke Denon of the Tion, Head of Tion Heavy Industries. Mildly surprised that you’ve met your first royal, you slip the cold metal card into your robes and follow the path that your friends took to the Room of Awakening. Standing outside the chamber, you see a congregation of nervous Initiates. The fellow students wait anxiously, playing with the cuffs of their robes or fingering their Lightsaber hilts. A singular wizened Togruta Jedi Master stands outside, admitting pairs of Initiates at irregular intervals.

He gives another nod, and two Initiates escape from the crowd. Both disappear into the dark ether of the doorway. None of them return, and the group shrinks two at a time. Sometimes it takes a long while for the next pair to be inducted into the room, other times, the wait is a very brief one. The tension that affects the others is not something you share. Today, you’re too full of confidence to let it affect you. How can this coming duel even compete with the one against Alyla?

Finally, it is your turn. The old Togruta gives another nod, and you feel the Force pull you to the opening door and into the black ether. It is darker than the night sky. Totally and utterly pitch black and without sound, that is, except for a throng of Lightsaber blades illuminating the hall. Wrapped with darkness, Lightsabers paint the faces of Masters and Knights. Through the shadow, you try to locate the beautiful blue Chiss. Finally, you spot her, as soon as your eyes reach hers, she turns them to her feet. Not deterred by the avoidance, you bean at her a quick sly grin. The Jedi formed two concentric circles. The inner one consists of Jedi Knights, and the other wider ring is made-up of the Jedi Masters. In the centre, you see the mighty Whiphid, Grand Master Turok.

With a solitary powerful word, he commands, “Come.”

You and another student wade through the darkness to him, joining him in the centre of the mass of Jedi. He continues as you focus on him, ignoring the other Initiate at your side. “Welcome Initiates to the Trial of the Blade, you shall spar with your fellow Initiate. This trial is to demonstrate that you are able to protect yourself when out in the Galaxy, fulfilling the Council’s wishes at your master’s side. If you both show skill, the pair of you will pass no matter the victor and be inducted into the rank of Padawan. The spar ends when first contact is made with your Lightsaber, which will be on training power. May the Force be with you.”

The Grand Master retreats from the circle into the blackness. Leaving you to turn towards the other Initiate, your duelling partner, an Iktotchi named Chook. A deep and vindictive smile grows on your face...

>You will allow him to put on a good show

>You will beat him with such speed he will doubtless fail

>You will hurt him before you decide to end the duel

> Write in...

This was meant to be your big battle of the thread, but after your success with Alyla you’ve increased your skill to a point where he can not compete

>You will allow him to put on a good show

>>5664145
>You will beat him with such speed he will doubtless fail

>>5664163
And this is because Chook hasn't show that he deserves to become a padawan. He clearly hasn't learned the jedi ways.

>>5664145
>You will beat him with such speed he will doubtless fail

>>5664156
Switching my vote

>You will beat him with such speed he will doubtless fail

>>5664145
>You will beat him with such speed he will doubtless fail

>>5664145
>Speed

Give him a disabling strike rather than a fatal one.

>>5664359
>Give him a disabling strike rather than a fatal one.
Your lightsabers will be on training power which would result in welts, bruises, and minor burns instead of amputation or death. So there won't be any fatal strikes.

>>5664473
I know, but it's "first strike wins" and if we hit em in the throat or the chest as an easy win then it is A] much too easy and B] if it were real it would have killed a sapient, which we'd prefer to not.

Hi, sorry I didn't do an update last night my sleep is fucked because I've been working overtime as I want a contract renewal with my current company.

>>5664580
Ah my bad

Fucking shattered, tomorrow I'll finish off the thread. Sorry for the delays.

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Chook's eyes widen to the size of Mon Calamari’s as he spots your face through the gloom. The Iktotchi’s face contorts from solemn respectful determination, fitting the atmosphere of the reverential ritual, to a state of complete panicked shock. Your smile somehow grows even larger as you drink in the swirling emotions you can read from his face and taste in the Force. He has already lost this duel, he has defeated himself. In the past, he was the closest thing to an equal you’ve had, but you’ve long eclipsed him. You’ve been in a constant ebb and flow over these last years in which you’ve dwarfed his abilities, he has struggled and fought to catch up, narrowing the skill gap, never quite reaching parity with you only then to be further eclipsed. There could have been a chance today in that he could win this duel by either a stupid mistake on your part or overconfidence, but his alarm at you being his opponent has destroyed him mentally. His connection is unravelling with the Force due to his unchecked emotions ruining his balance.

“Bow,” Instructs Grand Master Turok’s booming voice, echoing in the silent blackness.

You and Chook follow the command and commence a deep bow from the waist. Your eyes never leave your opponent, enjoying the disarray and spiralling thoughts written on Chook’s face. As you reach the bottom of the bow, you shoot Chook a mocking wink. You owe him this, after the years of having to suffer his insults, this is your compensation. This could easily be the last time you see each other; it is very possible that the pair of you get sent to different ends of the expansive galaxy, and the times you return to Coruscant, the other likely off-world, or either of you get stationed on one of the many lesser Jedi temples or Jedi Enclaves that are scattered across the universe. Maybe he will be appreciative of the lesson you are about to teach him, but you very much doubt it. At the very least he has shown himself to not deserve elevation through the ranks due to his personality problems.

“Ignite,” Booms the Whiphid after you and Rook recover from the decreed gesture of respect.

Your hands remove both Lightsaber hilts from your waist, each one now gripping the polished silver weapon. Already in this short time, they feel like a part of you, an expression of yourself that you’ve forged, an extension of your body, two inseparable friends that you’ll carry for the rest of your days. The twin crystals gently hum to you in the Force, speaking encouragements and letting little ripples of the Force flow from them. Through the Force, you reach out and turn both power settings to training mode, meaning the worst damage they could cause are bruises and superficial burns. With a push of your thumbs, the world of darkness that encases the room and clings to you retreats, as two blades of plasma colour your pale face blue. Chook, in turn, reaches for his Lightsaber and withdraws a hilt from his belt. Much like the Lightsaber in your main hand, his singular one is of roughly the same dimensions. A bar of bright yellow light explodes from the hilt.

“Engage,” Turok gives the final command.

Part of you wants to prolong this battle. Thoroughly defeating him but refusing to give Chook the loss that he deserves until you get your fill of mocking him with your superior swordsmanship, but not only is that not the way of the Jedi, it would reflect extremely poorly on you. And you are in front of Masters and Knights. Another voice in your head calls for you to strike him in the battle, with not your dulled Lightsaber but with your body or pommel, then give him defeat. It would not be unusual in this type of duel, in fact, one could go as far as to say it is common for those who want to simulate a truer form of battle than an elegant spar. But that would be acting out of spite and anger, things you work to spurn from your mind and refuse to let drive your decisions.

Instead, in the split second since the command, you decide to fight him honestly without either revanchism or pity. Anyone else, you would allow to display their skill and ramp up your own ability over time until you finally overcome them. But not Chook, he will have to fight without you crippling your skill. You will defeat him immediately, and with no fanfare, his lack of show will cause him to fail this test and be forced to repeat the year all over again. With any luck, Chook will spend the time to become a better Jedi, internalising the teachings correctly.

Chook stands two metres from you, both hands gripping the Lightsaber, which he holds in a central defensive stance, alien to his usual aggressive Form Five Djem So style. His eyes are locked on you, scanning every inch, trying to spot any tell describing your next move. You think you know what he wishes to do; he is waiting for you to strike, aiming to sweep it away, then counterattacking with a potent overhead blow to bite into your defences and throwing you off balance, allowing him to gain the advantage. So, you will pretend to give him what he wants.

Coiled with bent knees and arms by your side, you stand ready to lash out like a predator ready to pounce on helpless prey. The echo from Turok’s recent command reverberates throughout the room, bouncing off unseen walls shrouded by impenetrable shadow. Springing forwards, you throw your right hand at him, flinging your full-sized Lightsaber towards his upper torso as if to spear Rook’s heart. As soon as you begin your launch forwards, he sees where your blade is aiming and starts a large sweep of the yellow plasma bar to catch your Lightsaber and throw it away from the battle. But you aren’t playing to his plan, he is following yours. You retract your arm as you still fly forwards, drawing your blade back. Then you lance the Lightsaber out again like a bolt of blue lightning, but lower this time, towards his centre.

The Iktotchi, still stuck in his powerful blocking action, fooled by the feint, is unable to recover in time. Your full Lightsaber torpedoes forward into his hands striking them, the ones that are gripping his Lightsaber. A wince contorts his face, and his hands withdraw from the pain, allowing his Lightsaber to tumble to the floor. For the briefest moment, you consider catching Chook’s weapon with the Force but decide against it, allowing the hilt to collide with the polished black marble floor with a loud crash. Recovering from the blow, Rook looks down at his Lightsaber with his mouth agape, utterly stunned and confused by the defeat. You think he is about to say something but his mouth flaps wordlessly. A figure steps out from the dark, and chauffeurs Chook away to where you cannot see.

“Kneel Initiate Christopher,” Grand Master Turok instructs, which you do as you turn off your Lightsabers and clip them to your belt. He switches on his massive blade and it hovers above your shoulder. “Today, I induct you into the Jedi order. From now forth, you will be of the rank Padawan. This is simply the beginning of your journey in which you will next attain Knighthood.”

Looking around the room, trying to relocate Alyla, you give her a wide toothy smile full of simple childlike joy. She shares it with you, overjoyed with your success, proud like a mother of a son she could not love more. Then it changes back to that sullen, sad, almost expressionless mask she wore as you entered, and her eyes sink to the ground. Turok continues his well-memorised and much-repeated speech. Another shape swims through the darkness, approaching Grand Master Turok.

“Rise, Padawan Christopher, stand and join your new master, Master Porro.”

You stare up as adrenaline floods your system, and all the warmth in your body flees, leaving you cold and clammy. Your wild animalistic eyes search for something that will reveal these words are nought but falsehood, or you are imprisoned in a nightmare. Turok’s face is firm and without the normal affection that he somehow projects. As shock runs through your system, your lips quiver. A poisonous bile materialises in the pit of your stomach as a desire to spew the contents of your guts rises. Your mouth opens and closes uselessly as nothing but fast panicked breaths escape your lips.

“But-but,” You struggle out, still trying to comprehend the world around you as it turns to madness.

“Rise, Padawan Christopher, join your new master, Master Porro.” Repeats Turok with even more strength, silencing your feeble burgeoning attempt to refuse the insanity, rejecting your denial. Refusing any argument from the tiny Ramdar that kneels before the towering goliath of hulking muscle and fur. You stand, as if controlled by another, and dumbly walk into the darkness, to your new master.

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Well thats the thread, seems a good place to stop.

Sorry for my awful post rate this last week. My sleep is all kinds of fucked.

Anyway let me know what you think of the thread, what did you like, what didn't you like, where can I improve etc. If you think it needs quite a bit of heavy work, thats cool, we can call this a oneshot and I can try again at a later date.

>>5666914
Based Turok nipping a problem in the bud

>>5666914
I entirely predicted this when her face was unhappy at our entrance.

I'm also exceedingly approving of our grandmasters wisdom and interdiction of what was certain to become a terrible terrible compromise of our capacities.
good job Turok, one less problem in the future.

When this gets saved for posterity, be sure to vote it up.

Might start next thread on Saturday

Sorry lads, probably tomorrow. Was out and have had a fair few beers and im now too buzzed to write.

Just read the thread, excellent work OP. I'm extremely curious about who our master is and what our first task with them will be.

>>5666916
Turok is absolutely based. Favorite character for sure, I hope we get more interactions with him after we leave with our master.

>>5674380
He isn't my favorite, but he's definitely the first person to openly oppose a player bases interest and get this level of approval from that I've ever seen.

Curious on that. Maybe it's because the disappointment is the characters, rather than the players who can recognise it for what it is, instead of the hormone ridden teenager. that plus this being the prologue and so our investment isn't deeply rooted yet in his perspective.

>>5674388
Just got caught up, while I personally also would've run headfirst into this emotional trainwreck to see if we could manage our emotions and our commitment to the Jedi code and etc... It rings true that the masters would've immediately cut that shit short.

While we may not've been observed going for that kiss, I'm sure the masters could see and sense how the MC felt about her when they interacted in public. I personally feel it'll be a good opportunity to grow and mature. We can always circle back around down the line and make another attempt.

If I had to guess though, I'd say it was planned that she'd die at some point and become a catalyst for us turning to the dark side of the force. Mayhaps not becoming a straight up villain but definitely embracing brutal methods and seeking power to prevent something like that from happening again.

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>>5674906