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I have playlists for each character I write, which is usually defined by something about the character. A woodland elf is instrumental music with a focus on strings and flutes. A starfighter pilot is heavy rock/metal to give emphasis to the concept of an 8-second life expectancy in combat. If it's a very complex character, I may even have separate playlists for different types of posts or moods. In the case of a character from the 1960's, I even had a playlist of 50's and 60's music so that I had a reference for what that character would think of or listen to.
So I'd say I change what I listen to based on what it is that I am writing.
So I'd say I change what I listen to based on what it is that I am writing.
On Zak, I shot a PM about a week ago to Hex asking if Master Sorni would be interested in being his master (Sorni knows Shii-cho <3 ) but have not heard from Hex on that.
If SJ winds up going to Nar Shadda, I can write him as an NPC like Caboose does Deja while Zak has adventures with the Sector Rangers or whatevs.
I'm cool with whatever.
If SJ winds up going to Nar Shadda, I can write him as an NPC like Caboose does Deja while Zak has adventures with the Sector Rangers or whatevs.
I'm cool with whatever.
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Bounce... Was that a 'The Men Who Stare At Goats' reference on the end of your last post? ;3
:)
The young Nautolan got a welcome respite away from the Anzati when the youngling padawan had gone to see the protocol droid about a change of clothing. All the while discussing different options for what he could do for a padawan braid. It was obviously something Sor-Jan put a great deal of thought into, making it somewhat starkly contrasting for Zak to realize just how little thought he'd put into his own advancement. He'd been Jedi for as long as he could remember. Growing up in the temple. Learning their ways. Committing their traditions to memory. He knew that he would have to prove himself in the youngling trials sooner or later, but it had never been about that.
Zak didn't wear Jedi robes. He knew some aquatic Jedi did, such as Master Fisto, but the loose, flowing fabric garments weren't intended for wear underwater. Instead, he wore Mon Cal, Quarren, or Nautolan tunics which were made of a water-repellant leather and sleeveless, so to leave the arms free for swimming. This allowed him the freedom to move between land and water without need to change clothes. A broad belt cinched the simple garment at the waist, from which the training lightsaber hung. That is, until his hand moved up to touch it.
The cylinder was cool to the touch. The metal inviting, as the crystal inside seemed to bait his subconscious mind. He was like an addict cradling a favorite drug. The presence of the lightsaber was reassuring, and yet, simply touching it was not enough to satisfy the need that he felt. Before he'd even been aware of what he'd done, the training saber was unclipped and held in his hand.
It's weight felt good. Good in a way that was numbing to the concerns and anxieties that he had been feeling. As he twirled the metal cylinder in his hand, all doubt seemed to melt away.
He just wanted to serve. Youngling, padawan... The titles weren't important to him.
With a distinctive snap the lightsaber was brought to life. The vibrant blue blade reflected in the black eyes of the aquatic youth. The training device sang out in song as the youth idly spun the blade, letting one motion flow naturally into a second, as the speed and intensity of the sound building in the air gradually grew into a masterpiece crescendo.
Maybe that was why Sor-Jan's attitude bothered him. A title was something so trivial, but being a padawan obviously meant so much to Sor-Jan. It was an honor to be a padawan, but a padawan's place was still to learn and to serve. That wasn't much different from the Jedi initiate, except now Sor-Jan would have a personal tutor. So why didn't Zak feel the same?
Except all of the teachers were dead, weren't they? So, even as a youngling, Zak would still need to attention of a particular Jedi to learn. There wasn't a clan. There was only Zak now. So he supposed he was a padawan without the title, because there was no one else to teach him and no one else to be taught.
So if he was a padawan by default, did that make it mean any more? Did it mean any less?
Throwing the live blade behind his back, the young swordsman nimbly caught the blade in his other hand and transitioned seamlessly into a Soresu guard, blending the guard into an orbit, and then letting the motion -- letting the emotion -- flow through his body as he let go and allowed the Force to shape his movements.
No, it still didn't matter. He just wanted to learn and to serve. Particularly now. The galaxy needed Jedi now more than ever.
Zak didn't wear Jedi robes. He knew some aquatic Jedi did, such as Master Fisto, but the loose, flowing fabric garments weren't intended for wear underwater. Instead, he wore Mon Cal, Quarren, or Nautolan tunics which were made of a water-repellant leather and sleeveless, so to leave the arms free for swimming. This allowed him the freedom to move between land and water without need to change clothes. A broad belt cinched the simple garment at the waist, from which the training lightsaber hung. That is, until his hand moved up to touch it.
The cylinder was cool to the touch. The metal inviting, as the crystal inside seemed to bait his subconscious mind. He was like an addict cradling a favorite drug. The presence of the lightsaber was reassuring, and yet, simply touching it was not enough to satisfy the need that he felt. Before he'd even been aware of what he'd done, the training saber was unclipped and held in his hand.
It's weight felt good. Good in a way that was numbing to the concerns and anxieties that he had been feeling. As he twirled the metal cylinder in his hand, all doubt seemed to melt away.
He just wanted to serve. Youngling, padawan... The titles weren't important to him.
With a distinctive snap the lightsaber was brought to life. The vibrant blue blade reflected in the black eyes of the aquatic youth. The training device sang out in song as the youth idly spun the blade, letting one motion flow naturally into a second, as the speed and intensity of the sound building in the air gradually grew into a masterpiece crescendo.
Maybe that was why Sor-Jan's attitude bothered him. A title was something so trivial, but being a padawan obviously meant so much to Sor-Jan. It was an honor to be a padawan, but a padawan's place was still to learn and to serve. That wasn't much different from the Jedi initiate, except now Sor-Jan would have a personal tutor. So why didn't Zak feel the same?
Except all of the teachers were dead, weren't they? So, even as a youngling, Zak would still need to attention of a particular Jedi to learn. There wasn't a clan. There was only Zak now. So he supposed he was a padawan without the title, because there was no one else to teach him and no one else to be taught.
So if he was a padawan by default, did that make it mean any more? Did it mean any less?
Throwing the live blade behind his back, the young swordsman nimbly caught the blade in his other hand and transitioned seamlessly into a Soresu guard, blending the guard into an orbit, and then letting the motion -- letting the emotion -- flow through his body as he let go and allowed the Force to shape his movements.
No, it still didn't matter. He just wanted to learn and to serve. Particularly now. The galaxy needed Jedi now more than ever.
Nar Shada is where most of the PCs will be going. The mostly NPC Sector Rangers and the 9 year old PC (Zak) will be going elsewhere.
So it's up to you, but you'd get more PC interaction in the Nar Shadda group.
Edit: And there's a Zak post. It's not exactly random though. I'll try to be more random next time.
So it's up to you, but you'd get more PC interaction in the Nar Shadda group.
Edit: And there's a Zak post. It's not exactly random though. I'll try to be more random next time.
That's true.
Plus, he really needs the SW equivalent to SeaWorld
Plus, he really needs the SW equivalent to SeaWorld
Are you kidding? Once the Jedi are gone, I'm sure the Sector Rangers will need to make a series of hyperspace jumps to throw off anyone that might be following them.
One such stop could be Disneyplanet Hologram Fun World.
Nar Shadda... Hologram Fun World... yeah, have fun with the Hutts.
^_^
One such stop could be Disneyplanet Hologram Fun World.
Nar Shadda... Hologram Fun World... yeah, have fun with the Hutts.
^_^
Yes to new blood. :)
Also, we said that the younglings weren't going to Nar Shadda right? So they're just hanging out with the Sector Rangers after the group departs? Or would Zak be left by himself since SJ is now technically a Padawan?
Also, we said that the younglings weren't going to Nar Shadda right? So they're just hanging out with the Sector Rangers after the group departs? Or would Zak be left by himself since SJ is now technically a Padawan?
Running up against writer's block at the moment, and apologize for the lack of youngling randomness.
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