BKburke
ExplloSeems pretty good. I'll watch for a bit before I decide to join.
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The mention of a hunt was quite strange to Kelim'tel, considering he was from an entirely different culture. He did, however, understand that it was part of their culture. Didn't make it any less confusing of course. Still, he respected the Trandoshan's words, and went back to standing. At the sound of the Sergeant yelling, Kelim'tel balled his hands into fists, with a silent sigh. "Here we go." He mumbled under his breath, walking with the others outside into the new world that they would face.
After the introduction, which Kelim'tel paid some moderate attention to, the Sergeant barked once more. Kelim'tel was caught by surprise and quickly tried to regain his composure, moving along with the group. He was not used to this type of livelihood, seeing as he spent most of his life as a pseudo-smuggler and an archaeologist, preferring to do things his way. A jab would hit him in the rib, causing him to reel. "Hey hey easy there, I'm trying to catch up as fast as I can!" Soon, he would get used to the pace, and caught up with the others rather quickly.
Running was possibly the greatest advantage Kelim'tel had. He had no real combat experience aside from firing a blaster a few times and using his trusty vibrosword, which bobbed up and down on his back. Years of fleeing from large Imperial platoons and angry gangsters, as well as racing fellow excavators for ancient artifacts conditioned him quite well physique and endurance-wise. Kelim'tel would run ahead, passing the Ithorian, so he could catch up with the Wookiee, giving the lumbering creature a tap on the arm with the back side of his hand. He looked up at him, hoping to make some kind of conversation. "Hey big guy, I never got to introduce myself. The others seem kind of scary to me, aside from the Ithorian, and you were the first one I could catch up with because you're....y'know....big? Names Kelim'tel. How about you?" His tone was quite light, to give the Wookiee the impression and assurance that he was sincere in his greeting.
After the introduction, which Kelim'tel paid some moderate attention to, the Sergeant barked once more. Kelim'tel was caught by surprise and quickly tried to regain his composure, moving along with the group. He was not used to this type of livelihood, seeing as he spent most of his life as a pseudo-smuggler and an archaeologist, preferring to do things his way. A jab would hit him in the rib, causing him to reel. "Hey hey easy there, I'm trying to catch up as fast as I can!" Soon, he would get used to the pace, and caught up with the others rather quickly.
Running was possibly the greatest advantage Kelim'tel had. He had no real combat experience aside from firing a blaster a few times and using his trusty vibrosword, which bobbed up and down on his back. Years of fleeing from large Imperial platoons and angry gangsters, as well as racing fellow excavators for ancient artifacts conditioned him quite well physique and endurance-wise. Kelim'tel would run ahead, passing the Ithorian, so he could catch up with the Wookiee, giving the lumbering creature a tap on the arm with the back side of his hand. He looked up at him, hoping to make some kind of conversation. "Hey big guy, I never got to introduce myself. The others seem kind of scary to me, aside from the Ithorian, and you were the first one I could catch up with because you're....y'know....big? Names Kelim'tel. How about you?" His tone was quite light, to give the Wookiee the impression and assurance that he was sincere in his greeting.
PT=Fun.
Kelim'tel was quiet on the ride to Corellia, for the most part. He had not taken any interest to the other cadets who rode with him, since he was too busy trying to understand the one of the two personal items that he took with him; a datacron. It's mysteries intrigued him, called to him. He would play it too himself over and over again, in his own corner of the ship, like some kind of delusional treasure-hunter. Few words left his mouth, other than a silent mumble, and an occasional, silent groan, as if he had misunderstood and had to re-do his entire hypothesis.
"The Force....what is it?" He would ask himself repeatedly, trying to understand what it meant. Was it an army? A divine being? Perhaps an ideology? Kelim'tel would never understand it, but knew that many people had used it long ago. He knew about Sith and Jedi, their eternal struggles against one-another, and even the betrayal of the Jedi(although false, as we all know.) He had learned these things through many adventures on his own. Yet, the Force was still an ambiguous word. 'What could it mean', he thought. Perhaps he would never know, he began to think. Something inside told him otherwise.
All this was quickly dispelled by the landing of the ship. The jolt spooked the boy into full-attention, forcing him to quickly hide the datacron in a small satchel that was on his side. Standing quickly, he grabbed his vibrosword and made his way over to the exit with the other fresh cadets. The Wookie ahead and the Trandoshan behind frightened him, but the Ithorian directly in front of him calmed his nerves a tad-bit. He looked all the way over to the back at the Mandalorian and Ex-Imperial Cadet, who he showed indifference to. Of course, the Mandalorian did keep him a bit wary, as he had also heard stories of the Mandalorians and their proud warrior culture. Taking a deep breath, he looked straight ahead, and calmed his nerves. "So, who here is ready?" He asked politely, waiting for a response.
"The Force....what is it?" He would ask himself repeatedly, trying to understand what it meant. Was it an army? A divine being? Perhaps an ideology? Kelim'tel would never understand it, but knew that many people had used it long ago. He knew about Sith and Jedi, their eternal struggles against one-another, and even the betrayal of the Jedi(although false, as we all know.) He had learned these things through many adventures on his own. Yet, the Force was still an ambiguous word. 'What could it mean', he thought. Perhaps he would never know, he began to think. Something inside told him otherwise.
All this was quickly dispelled by the landing of the ship. The jolt spooked the boy into full-attention, forcing him to quickly hide the datacron in a small satchel that was on his side. Standing quickly, he grabbed his vibrosword and made his way over to the exit with the other fresh cadets. The Wookie ahead and the Trandoshan behind frightened him, but the Ithorian directly in front of him calmed his nerves a tad-bit. He looked all the way over to the back at the Mandalorian and Ex-Imperial Cadet, who he showed indifference to. Of course, the Mandalorian did keep him a bit wary, as he had also heard stories of the Mandalorians and their proud warrior culture. Taking a deep breath, he looked straight ahead, and calmed his nerves. "So, who here is ready?" He asked politely, waiting for a response.
Been kind of quiet.
Can't wait for this to get started!
@Sarge The power of theater is amazing, yet also time-consuming. Good to meet a fellow actor.
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@PlantEater Someone else that has a character fighting for what they believe is right? Truly, a bond is to be had....that or heads butting.
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