Vonar Loran had been assigned as the leader of the search through the ruins of the Jedi temple. He was an older human, and very experienced member of the Republic's SIS(Strategic Information Service) who had dealt with the Jedi several times before, and knew quite a lot about the temple. He always remained slightly skeptical of them, as he was with many groups, but for the most part, he was quite supportive of the order.
Over the course of several days, the search seemed to be finally wrapping up. The other SIS members involved had given Vonar as much information as they could find, and he looked through it repeatedly, having very mixed feelings on some of the results. Many Jedi were confirmed dead, but several bodies were hard to fully identify. Even with that, the numbers didn't match either. They had run a very thorough search, but there should have been more Jedi dead than there were. It gave an odd kind of comfort that they might still be alive, but brought up questions of what exactly their fate was, or would be.
Vonar reported all the information that had been found then made sure to meet up with some of the other members of the SIS looking into information that could be relevant to the situation. There were several ships seen on Coruscant that seemed like potential choices for where the Jedi would be if they had been taken, which is what most of the information was leading to. One of them, the Hâsk, had been spotted heading toward Tatooine. The information had also been confirmed by an Imperial soldier who was connected to the Navy after several days of torture. He had given some other information, but most of the rest didn't seem like it was connected to any captured Jedi, which was Vonar's focus at the moment.
The SIS members in the area would be told to keep an eye out for the ship, though the chance of them learning much wasn't particularly high at the moment, but they also knew that the sight of at least one Jedi would be enough to confirm several suspicions. It seemed very unlikely that the Empire were going to offer them in some kind of trade, especially considering that none of the Jedi were very high ranking, at least of the ones believed to have been captured. Vonar also knew it meant the Republic had less interest in them, but it certainly wasn't going to hurt if they found out more about what had happened to them, and what exactly the Sith had planned. There was also the possibility that the Jedi had obtained some useful information on the Empire, even if it wasn't the most likely.
For the moment, Vonar would look into everything that could get him more information without jeopardizing any other plans. He knew only so much could, and would be done with what they had obtained, but a lack of effort from him wouldn't be the reason for them not accomplishing something with it.
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Gorik felt incredibly strange as he moved around the college. There were many people near him, and he made sure to be incredibly vigilant of anything that could be a threat to him. He did his best not to be noticed, something that wasn't particularly easy with his height, and overall size.
After a little while he made his way toward the Dining Hall as had been suggested. Some of the other students made attempts to speak to him, but realised relatively quickly that it may not have been the best idea, his nervousness being quite obvious. He had felt quite hungry for a while, but the fear had caused his stomach to hurt quite a lot, and he wasn't sure how much he could trust the food either, causing him to only take a few bites.
Later on he watched as the Headmaster spoke, doing his best to be away from it, knowing that most of the other students would likely want to move toward the speaking. Not long after, two of the teachers moved forward, and shortly after, he saw the display of electromancy. He cringed at the sound of it, causing him to shake before his eyes focused on the energy that had been placed at the roof, a feeling of awe coming over him, but causing his fear to grow even further. It was clear that the teachers, and likely several of the students could be far bigger threats to him than anyone he had ever met before.
It took Gorik a moment to realise that all the metal in the room had been raised slightly, and he looked around frantically, making sure not to be near any of it. He was quite glad about his lack of metal gear for a moment, but also very quickly realised how common weaponry seemed to be among the students, something that was far from comforting. Once everything fell back down, he continued to look around, especially at anyone nearby, though doing his best to seem very focused on the Headmaster, and teachers, not that he did a very good job of it.
After a little while he made his way toward the Dining Hall as had been suggested. Some of the other students made attempts to speak to him, but realised relatively quickly that it may not have been the best idea, his nervousness being quite obvious. He had felt quite hungry for a while, but the fear had caused his stomach to hurt quite a lot, and he wasn't sure how much he could trust the food either, causing him to only take a few bites.
Later on he watched as the Headmaster spoke, doing his best to be away from it, knowing that most of the other students would likely want to move toward the speaking. Not long after, two of the teachers moved forward, and shortly after, he saw the display of electromancy. He cringed at the sound of it, causing him to shake before his eyes focused on the energy that had been placed at the roof, a feeling of awe coming over him, but causing his fear to grow even further. It was clear that the teachers, and likely several of the students could be far bigger threats to him than anyone he had ever met before.
It took Gorik a moment to realise that all the metal in the room had been raised slightly, and he looked around frantically, making sure not to be near any of it. He was quite glad about his lack of metal gear for a moment, but also very quickly realised how common weaponry seemed to be among the students, something that was far from comforting. Once everything fell back down, he continued to look around, especially at anyone nearby, though doing his best to seem very focused on the Headmaster, and teachers, not that he did a very good job of it.
UserName: Ultimate523
Character name: Gorik Zornoth
Age: 25
Mageblood type: Lux
Favoured Magic Class: Pyromancy
Previous Magic training: None
Race: Half Naerse human, half orc
Appearance: Gorik stands at 6'4", and is naturally quite broadly, and strongly built, but is currently more lanky due to his diet, and frequent physical work. Overall he looks more human than orc, but both are quite noticeable. His skin is mostly white, but with a green touch it that from a distance it would look more human, though he's also relatively tanned which makes it darker, and look slightly more orc-like. His underbite isn't as prominent as a full orc, but is still noticeable with very slight tusks. His eyes are dark brown in colour, and his hair is black. He has many scars of various sorts all over his body, the most noticeable ones being the three on his face(one above his right eyebrow, one going from his left cheek to down under his jaw, and another on the inside of his right eye along his nose), and a very long one across the outside of the bicep, and upper forearm of his right arm.
Short Bio:
Gorik was born as one of many children to parents of mixed blood in an area of Eania that wasn't very highly populated. It was an area of mostly orcs, and humans, though there were other races as well. The people there mostly did farm work, and other basic things for survival. Many of the older people were quite experienced in warfare, which also lead many of the boys to want to become warriors, and such, something Gorik also found appealing. His father had also been a soldier who had fought for Eania against Djarkel, and made sure to teach all his sons how to fight, doing so much more aggressively than many teachers.
There was a school where many of the young children went to to learn some useful things like reading, and writing. It wasn't anything fancy, but still gave some basic knowledge of enough things to be useful. However, due to the atmosphere of it, many of the children would fight each other, even from quite a young age, despite the teacher's disapproval. Most of the time things ended before anything became too bad, but occasionally situations would get very out of hand, something Gorik had managed to avoid being directly part of himself, but had seen.
Over time he ended up making a few close friends, and spent most of his time with them, occasionally going on short trips around the area with them, wanting to learn more about it. His parents didn't approve of how much time he spent away, and frequently punished him for it, but it only made him spend more time away, sometimes days at a time, which also made the parents of his friends less willing to let them spend time with him. The more it happened, the more his friends also began to find him more odd, and didn't support him as much, sometimes leading to fights, and violence.
At the age of 14, Gorik decided that he would join the army of Eania, something that his parents supported, and gladly allowed him to do. He had decided to take the trip on his own to the nearest city, not realising how rough it would be, but not regretting it. He was put into training, which he did quite well with thanks to what he had learnt from home.
After a few weeks, he was sent to battle, very afraid, but also ready. He fought in several battles for Eania, always lucky enough to survive without any very serious injuries. He had gotten closer to some of the others in the army, and also spent some time with others he had met outside of it, especially when he was able to visit cities during more peaceful times.
During his years in the army he had gotten very close to a human woman named Larana Nurian who lived in one of the cities not too far from the border of Djarkel. She was a year older than him, which made some others not approve of it entirely, but for the most part, no one cared that much. The two were quite happy together, and made sure that they got to see each other as frequently as possible. However, when Larana was 19, someone had attacked her, the rush of emotions during the event causing her to summon an imp that ended up scaring off the attacker. Soon after, the authorities in Eania had found out about it, and made sure she left because of it, realising that she was a demonomancer.
She immediately told Gorik about what was happening, and they made plans to meet up in a small town south east of Eania. Gorik was forced to desert the army to do so, but he felt like he couldn't just let her leave, and not see her any more. Once he finally arrived where they had agreed it didn't take him long to find her. The two discussed their plans of what they would do, deciding that heading eastward would be the best choice, but wanting to avoid Djarkel.
They did some odd jobs to make money to travel, and to be able to travel with someone occasionally, trying to find a place that seemed logical to finally stay in. Gorik realised that the thing that would likely give him the most ability to do something would be to become some kind of soldier again, potentially a mercenary.
On their journey they had found a town in eastern Tidehome where they got along well with some of the people. Larana had become much more useful to keeping things running than anyone had expected, and they asked her to stay because of it. She spoke to Gorik about it, and they both agreed to stay despite several of the people not liking that he was part orc due to some bad experiences with them in the past.
Over several weeks, some of the townspeople began to like Gorik, but others began to hate him more, especially after someone had been attacked by what was apparently some kind of orc bandit. Gorik wondered if they just made up the story, but it made many of them want him to leave, causing both him, and Larana to decide to leave.
They decided to continue eastward, hoping that Gorik's orc blood would help him manage to do something in Oelik Hold. On the way there, they saw fewer places to stop, and had to do so just in random places. One day as he woke up, Gorik didn't see Larana next to him like she had normally been, and saw some blood not far away, quickly moving toward it, and seeing even more. He immediately began to search for her in the area, taking several days to do so, and began asking people in nearby towns if they had seen her. Eventually, he realised he wasn't going to find her, and continued on toward Oelik Hold.
Many of the orcs were very aggressive, and several seemed to hate that he was only half orc, while others were more accepting of it. He got into some fights despite doing his best to avoid them as he travelled around more before finally finding a tribe that he felt comfortable in called the Zurrak. They weren't as religious as some others, and were willing to accept a half orc if he earned his place.
The Zurrak took care of Gorik quite well, but made sure he knew that he would be fighting for them, which he gladly did. They fought against several other tribes in his time with them. The whole situation was very chaotic, but Gorik could see that he was earning their respect over time. He always made sure to stick by his word, knowing it meant far more to them than the people in Eania, something that he respected about them in return.
During the many battles with the Zurrak over the course of three years, Gorik had gained many scars. Oddly, the times when he was badly injured were the ones that allowed him to think most, something that he enjoyed for the most part, even when his thoughts didn't always go to the best things. He also made sure to help out with the things inside the clan that he could, both work, and fixing any problems that happened, often trying to solve issues more diplomatically than some of the orcs were used to, which was met with mixed feelings.
One day Gorik was sent out with around 30 other orcs into a heavily forested area after having been lead to believe that some members of an enemy tribe of theirs had gone there. Deciding it would be faster, the group split into two, and decided to meet back at the entrance of the forest. After several hours in the forest, they were ambushed by a group of Foreas, and did their best to fight them off, but eventually lost, and those who remained alive were taken as prisoners by them, then brought further into the forest.
Gorik had never seen the Foreas before, and had no idea what would follow. He saw that there were several other non-Foreas who seemed to be slaves doing work around the area. Unexpectedly, the first thing they did was begin to talk about how the Foreas were superior to the "meat bags", something that the orcs, and Gorik couldn't find themselves to take seriously at all at the time, becoming quite rowdy, and rebellious quickly because of it, which lead to them being given some kind of sap. Gorik felt incredibly strange from it mentally, realising he was seeing things that weren't there, and feeling very different than he normally would have. Physically he also felt a lot more sick, and overall unpleasant as well because of it.
Soon after, he, and the other orcs began to do a lot more physical labour like all the other slaves. They would talk, though the Foreas were careful to not let anyone be too close. The lack of trust that many of the older prisoners had for the orcs made it clear that what they had done had worked in the past.
Due to the sap, limited food, very repetitive work, and the strange brainwashing of the Foreas, much of Gorik's time with them was a blur. He had been part of some attempts to escape, but never succeeded. During one attempt, they had found out that he had magic abilities as he summoned some fire on one of the Foreas stopping him. After he was punished for it, they began to have him give memories to their Great Tree that they were attempting to grow, feeling that it would be good to have a mage do so.
Over time, he became more, and more obedient to them, and far less trustworthy of the other slaves, especially when some tried to take some of his food. Their brainwashing worked far better than he had expected when it first began. They put even more effort into making him obedient once they found out he was a mage, doing so successfully, for the most part.
Once they were satisfied with how they had made Gorik think, they decided to send him to Twilight College, feeling that he would become an even more useful slave, and ally if he was more powerful along with being able to give their Great Tree even more memories.
Good Attributes: (Any knacks, skills, etc. That could benefit the Character.)
Due to his size, orc blood, and experience with physical labour, and fighting, he is quite strong while still being very capable of carrying his weight around smoothly, being faster, and more flexible than most his size. It also has made him much more durable than many.
The combat experience itself has obviously taught him quite a lot about how to fight, however that knowledge is mostly limited to armed, and unarmed melee combat.
Bad Attributes: (At least one Phobia, cripple, or quirk that could hinder your character.)
His time with the Foreas has made him very paranoid, brainwashed, and crazy in certain ways. Along with that, he wasn't fed all that much during his time with them, so he's not nearly as strong as he could be.
Secret Word: Rebirth
Character name: Gorik Zornoth
Age: 25
Mageblood type: Lux
Favoured Magic Class: Pyromancy
Previous Magic training: None
Race: Half Naerse human, half orc
Appearance: Gorik stands at 6'4", and is naturally quite broadly, and strongly built, but is currently more lanky due to his diet, and frequent physical work. Overall he looks more human than orc, but both are quite noticeable. His skin is mostly white, but with a green touch it that from a distance it would look more human, though he's also relatively tanned which makes it darker, and look slightly more orc-like. His underbite isn't as prominent as a full orc, but is still noticeable with very slight tusks. His eyes are dark brown in colour, and his hair is black. He has many scars of various sorts all over his body, the most noticeable ones being the three on his face(one above his right eyebrow, one going from his left cheek to down under his jaw, and another on the inside of his right eye along his nose), and a very long one across the outside of the bicep, and upper forearm of his right arm.
Short Bio:
Gorik was born as one of many children to parents of mixed blood in an area of Eania that wasn't very highly populated. It was an area of mostly orcs, and humans, though there were other races as well. The people there mostly did farm work, and other basic things for survival. Many of the older people were quite experienced in warfare, which also lead many of the boys to want to become warriors, and such, something Gorik also found appealing. His father had also been a soldier who had fought for Eania against Djarkel, and made sure to teach all his sons how to fight, doing so much more aggressively than many teachers.
There was a school where many of the young children went to to learn some useful things like reading, and writing. It wasn't anything fancy, but still gave some basic knowledge of enough things to be useful. However, due to the atmosphere of it, many of the children would fight each other, even from quite a young age, despite the teacher's disapproval. Most of the time things ended before anything became too bad, but occasionally situations would get very out of hand, something Gorik had managed to avoid being directly part of himself, but had seen.
Over time he ended up making a few close friends, and spent most of his time with them, occasionally going on short trips around the area with them, wanting to learn more about it. His parents didn't approve of how much time he spent away, and frequently punished him for it, but it only made him spend more time away, sometimes days at a time, which also made the parents of his friends less willing to let them spend time with him. The more it happened, the more his friends also began to find him more odd, and didn't support him as much, sometimes leading to fights, and violence.
At the age of 14, Gorik decided that he would join the army of Eania, something that his parents supported, and gladly allowed him to do. He had decided to take the trip on his own to the nearest city, not realising how rough it would be, but not regretting it. He was put into training, which he did quite well with thanks to what he had learnt from home.
After a few weeks, he was sent to battle, very afraid, but also ready. He fought in several battles for Eania, always lucky enough to survive without any very serious injuries. He had gotten closer to some of the others in the army, and also spent some time with others he had met outside of it, especially when he was able to visit cities during more peaceful times.
During his years in the army he had gotten very close to a human woman named Larana Nurian who lived in one of the cities not too far from the border of Djarkel. She was a year older than him, which made some others not approve of it entirely, but for the most part, no one cared that much. The two were quite happy together, and made sure that they got to see each other as frequently as possible. However, when Larana was 19, someone had attacked her, the rush of emotions during the event causing her to summon an imp that ended up scaring off the attacker. Soon after, the authorities in Eania had found out about it, and made sure she left because of it, realising that she was a demonomancer.
She immediately told Gorik about what was happening, and they made plans to meet up in a small town south east of Eania. Gorik was forced to desert the army to do so, but he felt like he couldn't just let her leave, and not see her any more. Once he finally arrived where they had agreed it didn't take him long to find her. The two discussed their plans of what they would do, deciding that heading eastward would be the best choice, but wanting to avoid Djarkel.
They did some odd jobs to make money to travel, and to be able to travel with someone occasionally, trying to find a place that seemed logical to finally stay in. Gorik realised that the thing that would likely give him the most ability to do something would be to become some kind of soldier again, potentially a mercenary.
On their journey they had found a town in eastern Tidehome where they got along well with some of the people. Larana had become much more useful to keeping things running than anyone had expected, and they asked her to stay because of it. She spoke to Gorik about it, and they both agreed to stay despite several of the people not liking that he was part orc due to some bad experiences with them in the past.
Over several weeks, some of the townspeople began to like Gorik, but others began to hate him more, especially after someone had been attacked by what was apparently some kind of orc bandit. Gorik wondered if they just made up the story, but it made many of them want him to leave, causing both him, and Larana to decide to leave.
They decided to continue eastward, hoping that Gorik's orc blood would help him manage to do something in Oelik Hold. On the way there, they saw fewer places to stop, and had to do so just in random places. One day as he woke up, Gorik didn't see Larana next to him like she had normally been, and saw some blood not far away, quickly moving toward it, and seeing even more. He immediately began to search for her in the area, taking several days to do so, and began asking people in nearby towns if they had seen her. Eventually, he realised he wasn't going to find her, and continued on toward Oelik Hold.
Many of the orcs were very aggressive, and several seemed to hate that he was only half orc, while others were more accepting of it. He got into some fights despite doing his best to avoid them as he travelled around more before finally finding a tribe that he felt comfortable in called the Zurrak. They weren't as religious as some others, and were willing to accept a half orc if he earned his place.
The Zurrak took care of Gorik quite well, but made sure he knew that he would be fighting for them, which he gladly did. They fought against several other tribes in his time with them. The whole situation was very chaotic, but Gorik could see that he was earning their respect over time. He always made sure to stick by his word, knowing it meant far more to them than the people in Eania, something that he respected about them in return.
During the many battles with the Zurrak over the course of three years, Gorik had gained many scars. Oddly, the times when he was badly injured were the ones that allowed him to think most, something that he enjoyed for the most part, even when his thoughts didn't always go to the best things. He also made sure to help out with the things inside the clan that he could, both work, and fixing any problems that happened, often trying to solve issues more diplomatically than some of the orcs were used to, which was met with mixed feelings.
One day Gorik was sent out with around 30 other orcs into a heavily forested area after having been lead to believe that some members of an enemy tribe of theirs had gone there. Deciding it would be faster, the group split into two, and decided to meet back at the entrance of the forest. After several hours in the forest, they were ambushed by a group of Foreas, and did their best to fight them off, but eventually lost, and those who remained alive were taken as prisoners by them, then brought further into the forest.
Gorik had never seen the Foreas before, and had no idea what would follow. He saw that there were several other non-Foreas who seemed to be slaves doing work around the area. Unexpectedly, the first thing they did was begin to talk about how the Foreas were superior to the "meat bags", something that the orcs, and Gorik couldn't find themselves to take seriously at all at the time, becoming quite rowdy, and rebellious quickly because of it, which lead to them being given some kind of sap. Gorik felt incredibly strange from it mentally, realising he was seeing things that weren't there, and feeling very different than he normally would have. Physically he also felt a lot more sick, and overall unpleasant as well because of it.
Soon after, he, and the other orcs began to do a lot more physical labour like all the other slaves. They would talk, though the Foreas were careful to not let anyone be too close. The lack of trust that many of the older prisoners had for the orcs made it clear that what they had done had worked in the past.
Due to the sap, limited food, very repetitive work, and the strange brainwashing of the Foreas, much of Gorik's time with them was a blur. He had been part of some attempts to escape, but never succeeded. During one attempt, they had found out that he had magic abilities as he summoned some fire on one of the Foreas stopping him. After he was punished for it, they began to have him give memories to their Great Tree that they were attempting to grow, feeling that it would be good to have a mage do so.
Over time, he became more, and more obedient to them, and far less trustworthy of the other slaves, especially when some tried to take some of his food. Their brainwashing worked far better than he had expected when it first began. They put even more effort into making him obedient once they found out he was a mage, doing so successfully, for the most part.
Once they were satisfied with how they had made Gorik think, they decided to send him to Twilight College, feeling that he would become an even more useful slave, and ally if he was more powerful along with being able to give their Great Tree even more memories.
Good Attributes: (Any knacks, skills, etc. That could benefit the Character.)
Due to his size, orc blood, and experience with physical labour, and fighting, he is quite strong while still being very capable of carrying his weight around smoothly, being faster, and more flexible than most his size. It also has made him much more durable than many.
The combat experience itself has obviously taught him quite a lot about how to fight, however that knowledge is mostly limited to armed, and unarmed melee combat.
Bad Attributes: (At least one Phobia, cripple, or quirk that could hinder your character.)
His time with the Foreas has made him very paranoid, brainwashed, and crazy in certain ways. Along with that, he wasn't fed all that much during his time with them, so he's not nearly as strong as he could be.
Secret Word: Rebirth
My CS. I kind of feel like it's still missing something, but any comments/opinions/approval/whatever would be appreciated.
UserName: Ultimate523
Character name: Gorik Zornoth
Age: 25
Mageblood type: Lux
Favoured Magic Class: Pyromancy
Previous Magic training: None
Race: Half Naerse human, half orc
Appearance: Gorik stands at 6'4", and is naturally quite broadly, and strongly built, but is currently more lanky due to his diet, and frequent physical work. Overall he looks more human than orc, but both are quite noticeable. His skin is mostly white, but with a green touch it that from a distance it would look more human, though he's also relatively tanned which makes it darker, and look slightly more orc-like. His underbite isn't as prominent as a full orc, but is still noticeable with very slight tusks. His eyes are dark brown in colour, and his hair is black. He has many scars of various sorts all over his body, the most noticeable ones being the three on his face(one above his right eyebrow, one going from his left cheek to down under his jaw, and another on the inside of his right eye along his nose), and a very long one across the outside of the bicep, and upper forearm of his right arm.
Short Bio:
Gorik was born as one of many children to parents of mixed blood in an area of Eania that wasn't very highly populated. It was an area of mostly orcs, and humans, though there were other races as well. The people there mostly did farm work, and other basic things for survival. Many of the older people were quite experienced in warfare, which also lead many of the boys to want to become warriors, and such, something Gorik also found appealing. His father had also been a soldier who had fought for Eania against Djarkel, and made sure to teach all his sons how to fight, doing so much more aggressively than many teachers.
There was a school where many of the young children went to to learn some useful things like reading, and writing. It wasn't anything fancy, but still gave some basic knowledge of enough things to be useful. However, due to the atmosphere of it, many of the children would fight each other, even from quite a young age, despite the teacher's disapproval. Most of the time things ended before anything became too bad, but occasionally situations would get very out of hand, something Gorik had managed to avoid being directly part of himself, but had seen.
Over time he ended up making a few close friends, and spent most of his time with them, occasionally going on short trips around the area with them, wanting to learn more about it. His parents didn't approve of how much time he spent away, and frequently punished him for it, but it only made him spend more time away, sometimes days at a time, which also made the parents of his friends less willing to let them spend time with him. The more it happened, the more his friends also began to find him more odd, and didn't support him as much, sometimes leading to fights, and violence.
At the age of 14, Gorik decided that he would join the army of Eania, something that his parents supported, and gladly allowed him to do. He had decided to take the trip on his own to the nearest city, not realising how rough it would be, but not regretting it. He was put into training, which he did quite well with thanks to what he had learnt from home.
After a few weeks, he was sent to battle, very afraid, but also ready. He fought in several battles for Eania, always lucky enough to survive without any very serious injuries. He had gotten closer to some of the others in the army, and also spent some time with others he had met outside of it, especially when he was able to visit cities during more peaceful times.
During his years in the army he had gotten very close to a human woman named Larana Nurian who lived in one of the cities not too far from the border of Djarkel. She was a year older than him, which made some others not approve of it entirely, but for the most part, no one cared that much. The two were quite happy together, and made sure that they got to see each other as frequently as possible. However, when Larana was 19, someone had attacked her, the rush of emotions during the event causing her to summon an imp that ended up scaring off the attacker. Soon after, the authorities in Eania had found out about it, and made sure she left because of it, realising that she was a demonomancer.
She immediately told Gorik about what was happening, and they made plans to meet up in a small town south east of Eania. Gorik was forced to desert the army to do so, but he felt like he couldn't just let her leave, and not see her any more. Once he finally arrived where they had agreed it didn't take him long to find her. The two discussed their plans of what they would do, deciding that heading eastward would be the best choice, but wanting to avoid Djarkel.
They did some odd jobs to make money to travel, and to be able to travel with someone occasionally, trying to find a place that seemed logical to finally stay in. Gorik realised that the thing that would likely give him the most ability to do something would be to become some kind of soldier again, potentially a mercenary.
On their journey they had found a town in eastern Tidehome where they got along well with some of the people. Larana had become much more useful to keeping things running than anyone had expected, and they asked her to stay because of it. She spoke to Gorik about it, and they both agreed to stay despite several of the people not liking that he was part orc due to some bad experiences with them in the past.
Over several weeks, some of the townspeople began to like Gorik, but others began to hate him more, especially after someone had been attacked by what was apparently some kind of orc bandit. Gorik wondered if they just made up the story, but it made many of them want him to leave, causing both him, and Larana to decide to leave.
They decided to continue eastward, hoping that Gorik's orc blood would help him manage to do something in Oelik Hold. On the way there, they saw fewer places to stop, and had to do so just in random places. One day as he woke up, Gorik didn't see Larana next to him like she had normally been, and saw some blood not far away, quickly moving toward it, and seeing even more. He immediately began to search for her in the area, taking several days to do so, and began asking people in nearby towns if they had seen her. Eventually, he realised he wasn't going to find her, and continued on toward Oelik Hold.
Many of the orcs were very aggressive, and several seemed to hate that he was only half orc, while others were more accepting of it. He got into some fights despite doing his best to avoid them as he travelled around more before finally finding a tribe that he felt comfortable in called the Zurrak. They weren't as religious as some others, and were willing to accept a half orc if he earned his place.
The Zurrak took care of Gorik quite well, but made sure he knew that he would be fighting for them, which he gladly did. They fought against several other tribes in his time with them. The whole situation was very chaotic, but Gorik could see that he was earning their respect over time. He always made sure to stick by his word, knowing it meant far more to them than the people in Eania, something that he respected about them in return.
During the many battles with the Zurrak over the course of three years, Gorik had gained many scars. Oddly, the times when he was badly injured were the ones that allowed him to think most, something that he enjoyed for the most part, even when his thoughts didn't always go to the best things. He also made sure to help out with the things inside the clan that he could, both work, and fixing any problems that happened, often trying to solve issues more diplomatically than some of the orcs were used to, which was met with mixed feelings.
One day Gorik was sent out with around 30 other orcs into a heavily forested area after having been lead to believe that some members of an enemy tribe of theirs had gone there. Deciding it would be faster, the group split into two, and decided to meet back at the entrance of the forest. After several hours in the forest, they were ambushed by a group of Foreas, and did their best to fight them off, but eventually lost, and those who remained alive were taken as prisoners by them, then brought further into the forest.
Gorik had never seen the Foreas before, and had no idea what would follow. He saw that there were several other non-Foreas who seemed to be slaves doing work around the area. Unexpectedly, the first thing they did was begin to talk about how the Foreas were superior to the "meat bags", something that the orcs, and Gorik couldn't find themselves to take seriously at all at the time, becoming quite rowdy, and rebellious quickly because of it, which lead to them being given some kind of sap. Gorik felt incredibly strange from it mentally, realising he was seeing things that weren't there, and feeling very different than he normally would have. Physically he also felt a lot more sick, and overall unpleasant as well because of it.
Soon after, he, and the other orcs began to do a lot more physical labour like all the other slaves. They would talk, though the Foreas were careful to not let anyone be too close. The lack of trust that many of the older prisoners had for the orcs made it clear that what they had done had worked in the past.
Due to the sap, limited food, very repetitive work, and the strange brainwashing of the Foreas, much of Gorik's time with them was a blur. He had been part of some attempts to escape, but never succeeded. During one attempt, they had found out that he had magic abilities as he summoned some fire on one of the Foreas stopping him. After he was punished for it, they began to have him give memories to their Great Tree that they were attempting to grow, feeling that it would be good to have a mage do so.
Over time, he became more, and more obedient to them, and far less trustworthy of the other slaves, especially when some tried to take some of his food. Their brainwashing worked far better than he had expected when it first began. They put even more effort into making him obedient once they found out he was a mage, doing so successfully, for the most part.
Once they were satisfied with how they had made Gorik think, they decided to send him to Twilight College, feeling that he would become an even more useful slave, and ally if he was more powerful along with being able to give their Great Tree even more memories.
Good Attributes: (Any knacks, skills, etc. That could benefit the Character.)
Due to his size, orc blood, and experience with physical labour, and fighting, he is quite strong while still being very capable of carrying his weight around smoothly, being faster, and more flexible than most his size. It also has made him much more durable than many.
The combat experience itself has obviously taught him quite a lot about how to fight, however that knowledge is mostly limited to armed, and unarmed melee combat.
Bad Attributes: (At least one Phobia, cripple, or quirk that could hinder your character.)
His time with the Foreas has made him very paranoid, brainwashed, and crazy in certain ways. Along with that, he wasn't fed all that much during his time with them, so he's not nearly as strong as he could be.
Secret Word: Rebirth
Character name: Gorik Zornoth
Age: 25
Mageblood type: Lux
Favoured Magic Class: Pyromancy
Previous Magic training: None
Race: Half Naerse human, half orc
Appearance: Gorik stands at 6'4", and is naturally quite broadly, and strongly built, but is currently more lanky due to his diet, and frequent physical work. Overall he looks more human than orc, but both are quite noticeable. His skin is mostly white, but with a green touch it that from a distance it would look more human, though he's also relatively tanned which makes it darker, and look slightly more orc-like. His underbite isn't as prominent as a full orc, but is still noticeable with very slight tusks. His eyes are dark brown in colour, and his hair is black. He has many scars of various sorts all over his body, the most noticeable ones being the three on his face(one above his right eyebrow, one going from his left cheek to down under his jaw, and another on the inside of his right eye along his nose), and a very long one across the outside of the bicep, and upper forearm of his right arm.
Short Bio:
Gorik was born as one of many children to parents of mixed blood in an area of Eania that wasn't very highly populated. It was an area of mostly orcs, and humans, though there were other races as well. The people there mostly did farm work, and other basic things for survival. Many of the older people were quite experienced in warfare, which also lead many of the boys to want to become warriors, and such, something Gorik also found appealing. His father had also been a soldier who had fought for Eania against Djarkel, and made sure to teach all his sons how to fight, doing so much more aggressively than many teachers.
There was a school where many of the young children went to to learn some useful things like reading, and writing. It wasn't anything fancy, but still gave some basic knowledge of enough things to be useful. However, due to the atmosphere of it, many of the children would fight each other, even from quite a young age, despite the teacher's disapproval. Most of the time things ended before anything became too bad, but occasionally situations would get very out of hand, something Gorik had managed to avoid being directly part of himself, but had seen.
Over time he ended up making a few close friends, and spent most of his time with them, occasionally going on short trips around the area with them, wanting to learn more about it. His parents didn't approve of how much time he spent away, and frequently punished him for it, but it only made him spend more time away, sometimes days at a time, which also made the parents of his friends less willing to let them spend time with him. The more it happened, the more his friends also began to find him more odd, and didn't support him as much, sometimes leading to fights, and violence.
At the age of 14, Gorik decided that he would join the army of Eania, something that his parents supported, and gladly allowed him to do. He had decided to take the trip on his own to the nearest city, not realising how rough it would be, but not regretting it. He was put into training, which he did quite well with thanks to what he had learnt from home.
After a few weeks, he was sent to battle, very afraid, but also ready. He fought in several battles for Eania, always lucky enough to survive without any very serious injuries. He had gotten closer to some of the others in the army, and also spent some time with others he had met outside of it, especially when he was able to visit cities during more peaceful times.
During his years in the army he had gotten very close to a human woman named Larana Nurian who lived in one of the cities not too far from the border of Djarkel. She was a year older than him, which made some others not approve of it entirely, but for the most part, no one cared that much. The two were quite happy together, and made sure that they got to see each other as frequently as possible. However, when Larana was 19, someone had attacked her, the rush of emotions during the event causing her to summon an imp that ended up scaring off the attacker. Soon after, the authorities in Eania had found out about it, and made sure she left because of it, realising that she was a demonomancer.
She immediately told Gorik about what was happening, and they made plans to meet up in a small town south east of Eania. Gorik was forced to desert the army to do so, but he felt like he couldn't just let her leave, and not see her any more. Once he finally arrived where they had agreed it didn't take him long to find her. The two discussed their plans of what they would do, deciding that heading eastward would be the best choice, but wanting to avoid Djarkel.
They did some odd jobs to make money to travel, and to be able to travel with someone occasionally, trying to find a place that seemed logical to finally stay in. Gorik realised that the thing that would likely give him the most ability to do something would be to become some kind of soldier again, potentially a mercenary.
On their journey they had found a town in eastern Tidehome where they got along well with some of the people. Larana had become much more useful to keeping things running than anyone had expected, and they asked her to stay because of it. She spoke to Gorik about it, and they both agreed to stay despite several of the people not liking that he was part orc due to some bad experiences with them in the past.
Over several weeks, some of the townspeople began to like Gorik, but others began to hate him more, especially after someone had been attacked by what was apparently some kind of orc bandit. Gorik wondered if they just made up the story, but it made many of them want him to leave, causing both him, and Larana to decide to leave.
They decided to continue eastward, hoping that Gorik's orc blood would help him manage to do something in Oelik Hold. On the way there, they saw fewer places to stop, and had to do so just in random places. One day as he woke up, Gorik didn't see Larana next to him like she had normally been, and saw some blood not far away, quickly moving toward it, and seeing even more. He immediately began to search for her in the area, taking several days to do so, and began asking people in nearby towns if they had seen her. Eventually, he realised he wasn't going to find her, and continued on toward Oelik Hold.
Many of the orcs were very aggressive, and several seemed to hate that he was only half orc, while others were more accepting of it. He got into some fights despite doing his best to avoid them as he travelled around more before finally finding a tribe that he felt comfortable in called the Zurrak. They weren't as religious as some others, and were willing to accept a half orc if he earned his place.
The Zurrak took care of Gorik quite well, but made sure he knew that he would be fighting for them, which he gladly did. They fought against several other tribes in his time with them. The whole situation was very chaotic, but Gorik could see that he was earning their respect over time. He always made sure to stick by his word, knowing it meant far more to them than the people in Eania, something that he respected about them in return.
During the many battles with the Zurrak over the course of three years, Gorik had gained many scars. Oddly, the times when he was badly injured were the ones that allowed him to think most, something that he enjoyed for the most part, even when his thoughts didn't always go to the best things. He also made sure to help out with the things inside the clan that he could, both work, and fixing any problems that happened, often trying to solve issues more diplomatically than some of the orcs were used to, which was met with mixed feelings.
One day Gorik was sent out with around 30 other orcs into a heavily forested area after having been lead to believe that some members of an enemy tribe of theirs had gone there. Deciding it would be faster, the group split into two, and decided to meet back at the entrance of the forest. After several hours in the forest, they were ambushed by a group of Foreas, and did their best to fight them off, but eventually lost, and those who remained alive were taken as prisoners by them, then brought further into the forest.
Gorik had never seen the Foreas before, and had no idea what would follow. He saw that there were several other non-Foreas who seemed to be slaves doing work around the area. Unexpectedly, the first thing they did was begin to talk about how the Foreas were superior to the "meat bags", something that the orcs, and Gorik couldn't find themselves to take seriously at all at the time, becoming quite rowdy, and rebellious quickly because of it, which lead to them being given some kind of sap. Gorik felt incredibly strange from it mentally, realising he was seeing things that weren't there, and feeling very different than he normally would have. Physically he also felt a lot more sick, and overall unpleasant as well because of it.
Soon after, he, and the other orcs began to do a lot more physical labour like all the other slaves. They would talk, though the Foreas were careful to not let anyone be too close. The lack of trust that many of the older prisoners had for the orcs made it clear that what they had done had worked in the past.
Due to the sap, limited food, very repetitive work, and the strange brainwashing of the Foreas, much of Gorik's time with them was a blur. He had been part of some attempts to escape, but never succeeded. During one attempt, they had found out that he had magic abilities as he summoned some fire on one of the Foreas stopping him. After he was punished for it, they began to have him give memories to their Great Tree that they were attempting to grow, feeling that it would be good to have a mage do so.
Over time, he became more, and more obedient to them, and far less trustworthy of the other slaves, especially when some tried to take some of his food. Their brainwashing worked far better than he had expected when it first began. They put even more effort into making him obedient once they found out he was a mage, doing so successfully, for the most part.
Once they were satisfied with how they had made Gorik think, they decided to send him to Twilight College, feeling that he would become an even more useful slave, and ally if he was more powerful along with being able to give their Great Tree even more memories.
Good Attributes: (Any knacks, skills, etc. That could benefit the Character.)
Due to his size, orc blood, and experience with physical labour, and fighting, he is quite strong while still being very capable of carrying his weight around smoothly, being faster, and more flexible than most his size. It also has made him much more durable than many.
The combat experience itself has obviously taught him quite a lot about how to fight, however that knowledge is mostly limited to armed, and unarmed melee combat.
Bad Attributes: (At least one Phobia, cripple, or quirk that could hinder your character.)
His time with the Foreas has made him very paranoid, brainwashed, and crazy in certain ways. Along with that, he wasn't fed all that much during his time with them, so he's not nearly as strong as he could be.
Secret Word: Rebirth
Fallenreaper/Ultimate523 - Jayda/Strago
Jayda felt the Kolto level sudden drop, the liquid drained from the tank and soon vanished. Her skin bumped from the wave of chill that licked up her figure, barely noticable among the scarring and damage. She pulle her head forward, removed it from her mouth as her eyes cautiously watched the glass shift down signaling for her to come out. Placed the mask at her side, Jayda started to pull out. Her skimpy shorts and tank darkened and suctioned to her figure but she didn't care. Her only thoughts were to get dress and find Sish. Only the Gods knew what trouble his appetite for mayhem, suffering and brutality had caused in her absence. It was harder then normal to remember his cunning shown in the past yet she knew it was still there, just hidden under the surface even if others thought the Zabrak gave him too much credit. Paranoid is what most would've called her. Then again, they didn't know her Master like she did.
Her body leaned against the Kolto's machine while she waited for her robes, partly hated the sensation of being exposed and almost naked during the lengthy time she waited. Arms crossed over her chest, her legs pushed outright, her wet hair hung loosely about her shoulders. Her mind was a buzz of activity though none positive. Mostly frustration at Sish that mixed with worry, rarely drifted to who might've wanted her dead. Movement caught her eyes in time to jerk up and see a familiar Jedi hobble towards her recently vacanted tank.
Strago woke up on some sort of operating table. He looked around slightly, and saw some droids along with what seemed to be the medical staff. Once he felt somewhat safe, his mind went back to what had happened with Thalia. He couldn't feel his lower body much, and slowly sat up, moving his hands along it slowly to make sure it was all there as he looked at it. His left leg felt strange at an upper part of his shin, and he realised it was the prosthetic put where the lightsaber had cut through. He then laid back down, occasionally looking around, but mostly resting.
Several minutes later one of the staff came, and said something about putting him in a Kolto tank. Strago felt quite skeptical about just letting them do so, but the anesthetic hadn't fully faded, and his body also hadn't fully recovered. Plus, they had helped him get his leg back, so they at least appeared more well intentioned than the Sith.
They got him to put on some strange, tight clothing that didn't cover very much, then aided him slightly in standing, and walking, but he still struggled with it. On his way there he saw Jayda, and stared at her for several seconds, observing her more than really feeling a lot about it, though his mind did briefly go back to what had happened with her before his focus returned to the moment, not expecting to see so many scars on her body, but not nearly as surprised as if it had been many others. He considered saying something, but decided against it, not seeing any benefit to doing so at the moment, but making sure to remain aware if she did, or said anything herself.
"I wouldn't stare too hard Jedi," Jayda spoke to the eyeing Jedi, "One scar tends to turn in many, inside or out."
She watched the Jedi struggle to walk right causing a flicker of confusion to dart across her exprssion then tilt downward, her sight brushed along his leg. Her eyebrow rose in question, slightly expected Strago to say the attacker yet remained silent. It only took her a few seconds to note the white of the artifactical bit in his leg that seemed to slice it all the way through. The look only lasted a moment as her patience had drawn rather thin during the waiting for the Jedi to move into the tank. Mainly cause she spotted a medic, her clothes in hands, just enter behind the the wounded man. He currently stood in the way. She gritted her teeth to displaydisplay her irittation then reached out her hand, aimed to take hold his of his arm. Not too gentle or overly rough, Jayda planned to shift the Jedi easily towards the tank...or at least she hoped to.
It didn't quite end that way. His hand whipped out, the fingers took hold and with whatever strength he had left tightened. His eyebrow lifted in question slightly that almost had Jayda chuckle at the resisence. Almost, depite her Master's claims she was nothing like him and would never allow it.
"You're in the way Jedi and since it'll take you forever to get to the Kolto, I figured I would speed you along. I know my orders and maiming you now would likely farther your way to death. The light doesn't forbade you from accepting another's help... or have the Jedi Code changed since I read it?" Jayda kept her voice steady and rather calm, her eyes however seemed to dare Strago to continue struggling.
Strago laughed very slightly, and smirked a bit, "I may be moving slow, but I'm also certainly in no rush." He said, looking into her eyes to try to read her as best as he could, "Though if you truly wish to help, my arm isn't the place to be grabbing." He added, not changing his stance at all, and still holding onto her arm for the moment, trying to be as prepared as possible despite knowing it possibly wouldn't matter if she actually wanted to do something to him.
Jayda's look narrowed on the Jedi in question, her face showed something near curiousity as her mind wandered into places it had no place being in. He was prisoner and she the jailer. Any mingling of the two would end up either one or both dead, possibly worse. A slightly relucancy started in her eyes only to empty out like the Kolto Tank. This was her choice, something she would see through to the end. Even if it ended in death itself and not a Jedi would alter that, kindness meant little here and weakness show would set the wolves upon her.
"Not the best offer Jedi. Now, you might want to move quicker or I will move you." Her voice held a firmer tone this time, her hand tightened a bit to prove she wasn't afraid to force him aside. "Or are you still intending on facing the light so blindly again?"
Strago's slight smirk remained despite Jayda's threat. He took the threat seriously, but something between the anesthetics, and having had nearly half his leg chopped off not all that long ago made him feel practically no fear at the moment. Despite that, logic still prevailed to some degree as he moved toward the side, giving Jayda more space to move, though still holding onto her arm, but ready to let go, "Now I'm not in your way. Your crew can handle the rest." He said, knowing it would possibly come off as a challenge of some form, but also not wanting to just rush into the Kolto tank while he still felt weak.
Jayda merely rolled her eyes and spoke, "It seems you do, Jedi...just beware of the shadow you cast because of it. Let's hope it doesn't swallow you up."
She moved past him without another word, her hands reached for her cloths and then shifted to put them on without farther delay. She had shown enough of her skin for the day and any longer made her unsettled at her vunerablity. She didn't want to dwell any longer here then needed as her clothes were hastily shoved on, hera slightly relief to feel herself once more covered and donned the outfit she became so use to. She was about to leave when a medic stopped her. The Zabrak almost snarled when it seemed the staff had wanted her to stall her leave for a little longer, at least until the Jedi had been placed into the tank and secure.
Feeling the frustration edge in her voice, she snapped at the Jedi again. "Might want to hurry up. If they wanted you dead then you would be already."
Strago watched as Jayda walked away at first, keeping a lot focus on her even as she started to change, but slowly moving toward the tank again as well. Not long after, she was quickly back, and Strago laughed slightly at her comment, "You make it sound like that's not obvious." He said, not moving any faster because of her returned presence, still keeping a lot of his focus on her, both because he wanted to be ready to defend himself, but also to try to understand her way of acting as much as possible for whenever it became relevant, assuming it ever would.
"The way you're acting it's hard to tell if you know this then at some point, I'm sure that will change. A Jedi is not worth much alive nowadays." Jayda commented casually, her mind attempted to rein in her tempt as her her eyes shifted to the Jedi female in the other tank. Her eyes dart between and started to wonder, her mind shifted back to the man's reaction to the Padawan, if he would act the same. Would he hurry if she threaten another? Part of her loath this low tactic, wished the Jedi would just listen instead of pointlessly stalling this situation out. Then she wouldn't have to hint at her intentions. "There's other ways to make you speed up Jedi..."
Her head turned clearly hinted at her other solution. She would do it if needed, though she hated to stoop so low.
Strago somehow hadn't noticed the other tank until Jayda looked at it. His focus moved to it, his face showing no expression as he stared at Calista inside of it for several moments, looking as if he had become suddenly drained of much of his energy.
As Jayda spoke again, he quickly clenched his jaw, and began staring her right in the eyes, more anger showing in his own than he hoped any of the Sith would get the chance to see, "Very well, Sith." He said, practically spitting out the last word as he did his best to walk normally without any help toward the Kolto tank, but still feeling weak, and not used to his new leg, causing him to limp. He ignored the pain of it, and began staring into Jayda's eyes once more as the staff prepared him, and the tank.
Once the tank went up, he couldn't hear her last words and unlkely he couldn't the dislike of what it took to make him listen. "If you just do what you're told Jedi... then I needn't threaten others. I've been long gone instead."
With those words behind her, the Apprentice left.
Jayda felt the Kolto level sudden drop, the liquid drained from the tank and soon vanished. Her skin bumped from the wave of chill that licked up her figure, barely noticable among the scarring and damage. She pulle her head forward, removed it from her mouth as her eyes cautiously watched the glass shift down signaling for her to come out. Placed the mask at her side, Jayda started to pull out. Her skimpy shorts and tank darkened and suctioned to her figure but she didn't care. Her only thoughts were to get dress and find Sish. Only the Gods knew what trouble his appetite for mayhem, suffering and brutality had caused in her absence. It was harder then normal to remember his cunning shown in the past yet she knew it was still there, just hidden under the surface even if others thought the Zabrak gave him too much credit. Paranoid is what most would've called her. Then again, they didn't know her Master like she did.
Her body leaned against the Kolto's machine while she waited for her robes, partly hated the sensation of being exposed and almost naked during the lengthy time she waited. Arms crossed over her chest, her legs pushed outright, her wet hair hung loosely about her shoulders. Her mind was a buzz of activity though none positive. Mostly frustration at Sish that mixed with worry, rarely drifted to who might've wanted her dead. Movement caught her eyes in time to jerk up and see a familiar Jedi hobble towards her recently vacanted tank.
Strago woke up on some sort of operating table. He looked around slightly, and saw some droids along with what seemed to be the medical staff. Once he felt somewhat safe, his mind went back to what had happened with Thalia. He couldn't feel his lower body much, and slowly sat up, moving his hands along it slowly to make sure it was all there as he looked at it. His left leg felt strange at an upper part of his shin, and he realised it was the prosthetic put where the lightsaber had cut through. He then laid back down, occasionally looking around, but mostly resting.
Several minutes later one of the staff came, and said something about putting him in a Kolto tank. Strago felt quite skeptical about just letting them do so, but the anesthetic hadn't fully faded, and his body also hadn't fully recovered. Plus, they had helped him get his leg back, so they at least appeared more well intentioned than the Sith.
They got him to put on some strange, tight clothing that didn't cover very much, then aided him slightly in standing, and walking, but he still struggled with it. On his way there he saw Jayda, and stared at her for several seconds, observing her more than really feeling a lot about it, though his mind did briefly go back to what had happened with her before his focus returned to the moment, not expecting to see so many scars on her body, but not nearly as surprised as if it had been many others. He considered saying something, but decided against it, not seeing any benefit to doing so at the moment, but making sure to remain aware if she did, or said anything herself.
"I wouldn't stare too hard Jedi," Jayda spoke to the eyeing Jedi, "One scar tends to turn in many, inside or out."
She watched the Jedi struggle to walk right causing a flicker of confusion to dart across her exprssion then tilt downward, her sight brushed along his leg. Her eyebrow rose in question, slightly expected Strago to say the attacker yet remained silent. It only took her a few seconds to note the white of the artifactical bit in his leg that seemed to slice it all the way through. The look only lasted a moment as her patience had drawn rather thin during the waiting for the Jedi to move into the tank. Mainly cause she spotted a medic, her clothes in hands, just enter behind the the wounded man. He currently stood in the way. She gritted her teeth to displaydisplay her irittation then reached out her hand, aimed to take hold his of his arm. Not too gentle or overly rough, Jayda planned to shift the Jedi easily towards the tank...or at least she hoped to.
It didn't quite end that way. His hand whipped out, the fingers took hold and with whatever strength he had left tightened. His eyebrow lifted in question slightly that almost had Jayda chuckle at the resisence. Almost, depite her Master's claims she was nothing like him and would never allow it.
"You're in the way Jedi and since it'll take you forever to get to the Kolto, I figured I would speed you along. I know my orders and maiming you now would likely farther your way to death. The light doesn't forbade you from accepting another's help... or have the Jedi Code changed since I read it?" Jayda kept her voice steady and rather calm, her eyes however seemed to dare Strago to continue struggling.
Strago laughed very slightly, and smirked a bit, "I may be moving slow, but I'm also certainly in no rush." He said, looking into her eyes to try to read her as best as he could, "Though if you truly wish to help, my arm isn't the place to be grabbing." He added, not changing his stance at all, and still holding onto her arm for the moment, trying to be as prepared as possible despite knowing it possibly wouldn't matter if she actually wanted to do something to him.
Jayda's look narrowed on the Jedi in question, her face showed something near curiousity as her mind wandered into places it had no place being in. He was prisoner and she the jailer. Any mingling of the two would end up either one or both dead, possibly worse. A slightly relucancy started in her eyes only to empty out like the Kolto Tank. This was her choice, something she would see through to the end. Even if it ended in death itself and not a Jedi would alter that, kindness meant little here and weakness show would set the wolves upon her.
"Not the best offer Jedi. Now, you might want to move quicker or I will move you." Her voice held a firmer tone this time, her hand tightened a bit to prove she wasn't afraid to force him aside. "Or are you still intending on facing the light so blindly again?"
Strago's slight smirk remained despite Jayda's threat. He took the threat seriously, but something between the anesthetics, and having had nearly half his leg chopped off not all that long ago made him feel practically no fear at the moment. Despite that, logic still prevailed to some degree as he moved toward the side, giving Jayda more space to move, though still holding onto her arm, but ready to let go, "Now I'm not in your way. Your crew can handle the rest." He said, knowing it would possibly come off as a challenge of some form, but also not wanting to just rush into the Kolto tank while he still felt weak.
Jayda merely rolled her eyes and spoke, "It seems you do, Jedi...just beware of the shadow you cast because of it. Let's hope it doesn't swallow you up."
She moved past him without another word, her hands reached for her cloths and then shifted to put them on without farther delay. She had shown enough of her skin for the day and any longer made her unsettled at her vunerablity. She didn't want to dwell any longer here then needed as her clothes were hastily shoved on, hera slightly relief to feel herself once more covered and donned the outfit she became so use to. She was about to leave when a medic stopped her. The Zabrak almost snarled when it seemed the staff had wanted her to stall her leave for a little longer, at least until the Jedi had been placed into the tank and secure.
Feeling the frustration edge in her voice, she snapped at the Jedi again. "Might want to hurry up. If they wanted you dead then you would be already."
Strago watched as Jayda walked away at first, keeping a lot focus on her even as she started to change, but slowly moving toward the tank again as well. Not long after, she was quickly back, and Strago laughed slightly at her comment, "You make it sound like that's not obvious." He said, not moving any faster because of her returned presence, still keeping a lot of his focus on her, both because he wanted to be ready to defend himself, but also to try to understand her way of acting as much as possible for whenever it became relevant, assuming it ever would.
"The way you're acting it's hard to tell if you know this then at some point, I'm sure that will change. A Jedi is not worth much alive nowadays." Jayda commented casually, her mind attempted to rein in her tempt as her her eyes shifted to the Jedi female in the other tank. Her eyes dart between and started to wonder, her mind shifted back to the man's reaction to the Padawan, if he would act the same. Would he hurry if she threaten another? Part of her loath this low tactic, wished the Jedi would just listen instead of pointlessly stalling this situation out. Then she wouldn't have to hint at her intentions. "There's other ways to make you speed up Jedi..."
Her head turned clearly hinted at her other solution. She would do it if needed, though she hated to stoop so low.
Strago somehow hadn't noticed the other tank until Jayda looked at it. His focus moved to it, his face showing no expression as he stared at Calista inside of it for several moments, looking as if he had become suddenly drained of much of his energy.
As Jayda spoke again, he quickly clenched his jaw, and began staring her right in the eyes, more anger showing in his own than he hoped any of the Sith would get the chance to see, "Very well, Sith." He said, practically spitting out the last word as he did his best to walk normally without any help toward the Kolto tank, but still feeling weak, and not used to his new leg, causing him to limp. He ignored the pain of it, and began staring into Jayda's eyes once more as the staff prepared him, and the tank.
Once the tank went up, he couldn't hear her last words and unlkely he couldn't the dislike of what it took to make him listen. "If you just do what you're told Jedi... then I needn't threaten others. I've been long gone instead."
With those words behind her, the Apprentice left.
Who and what are you?
I am Strago Kelrune, a human Jedi Knight.
You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?
My primary allegiance is to the Jedi, leaving the only option of those two to be the Republic.
What do you look like, and how are you dressed?
I am a human who stands at 6'1". My body is well proportioned to it, and shows that I am capable of both strength, and agility when needed. I allow my facial hair to grow, but not by too much, leaving it at what feels to be a good balance between nature, and order. All I wear, with no exception for many years, is the basic jedi apparel, (Obi Wan style).
Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?
Much of my fighting is done with words, and non-violent action, done to achieve peace, and unity in whatever small ways they can. However, when it is absolutely necessary to defend myself, or especially others, I have taken out my lightsaber.
Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?
I spend a large amount of my time training my body, teaching it to endure much more than most can while also making sure it is very capable of doing whatever I must as a jedi. I also spend large amounts of my time meditating, and working on my mind, which I feel has allowed my connection to the Force to grow far more than it would have otherwise.
How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?
Friends with Calista Praxon, and Kinsakwi'teksa.
What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?
My life before becoming a Jedi feels like it had happened as an entirely different person. It was not unpleasant, but also not spectacular. My parents did what they could to care for me, and I still view them positively. However, I was quite young when I, and my family realised that I had a connection to the Force, and they allowed the Jedi to train me once they had found out about me. I was 6 years old at the time.
My mentor was an interesting Caamasi named Gilad Kallos. He showed me the value of pacifism, and using the Force to help people as much as possible. He also greatly expanded my knowledge of politics, being quite involved in it himself. I am very happy with the person he has helped me become.
After I became a Jedi Knight, I continued with much of his teachings, but also felt a need to train my body, and my skills with a lightsaber far more. I knew that combat would be inevitable, and wanted to be prepared, while also being able to teach others what they would need to know about it. Ever since then, I have put a large amount of effort into mastering Soresu, and improving it to my own liking where possible.
Everyone has flaw(s)... What is/are yours?
I often struggle to decide what is truly the right choice, causing hesitation in situations where a decision is needed. I'm very emotional in certain circumstances, yet nearly entirely apathetic in others, which, combined with my general way of carrying myself, causes many to have issues understanding me. I also question many things, even if I may appear very sure of them to others. I also tend to value honesty, and truth above many other things, which has worked both for, and against me.
Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?
My lightsaber has a relatively large hilt, due to my preference for using it two handed, but it is quite light for its size, allowing me to last longer at the expense of some raw power gained from extra weight. It is very plain, and the blade is yellow.
If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
I have trained almost entirely in form III, Soresu, putting a large focus on simply wearing down my enemies while taking the least damage possible. Due to my dedication to it, I am highly skilled in it compared to many, particularly of those like me who avoid combat as much as possible.
Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?
A large amount of my strength in regards to the Force is in defensive capabilities, and ones to strengthen myself, or others, both in combat, and in resisting others trying to use the Force for evil. I can heal both myself, and others very efficiently, and also make my own body temporarily much better in a variety of ways. Like many Force users, I am capable of telekinesis, but am only average at it. I am weak at nearly everything else relating to the Force.
Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?
Not that I can think of.
If you are a Jedi, have you given thought above as to how your character got captured, and why he/she/it is still alive? (answer to this can be reflected above)
I am Strago Kelrune, a human Jedi Knight.
You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?
My primary allegiance is to the Jedi, leaving the only option of those two to be the Republic.
What do you look like, and how are you dressed?
I am a human who stands at 6'1". My body is well proportioned to it, and shows that I am capable of both strength, and agility when needed. I allow my facial hair to grow, but not by too much, leaving it at what feels to be a good balance between nature, and order. All I wear, with no exception for many years, is the basic jedi apparel, (Obi Wan style).
Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?
Much of my fighting is done with words, and non-violent action, done to achieve peace, and unity in whatever small ways they can. However, when it is absolutely necessary to defend myself, or especially others, I have taken out my lightsaber.
Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?
I spend a large amount of my time training my body, teaching it to endure much more than most can while also making sure it is very capable of doing whatever I must as a jedi. I also spend large amounts of my time meditating, and working on my mind, which I feel has allowed my connection to the Force to grow far more than it would have otherwise.
How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?
Friends with Calista Praxon, and Kinsakwi'teksa.
What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?
My life before becoming a Jedi feels like it had happened as an entirely different person. It was not unpleasant, but also not spectacular. My parents did what they could to care for me, and I still view them positively. However, I was quite young when I, and my family realised that I had a connection to the Force, and they allowed the Jedi to train me once they had found out about me. I was 6 years old at the time.
My mentor was an interesting Caamasi named Gilad Kallos. He showed me the value of pacifism, and using the Force to help people as much as possible. He also greatly expanded my knowledge of politics, being quite involved in it himself. I am very happy with the person he has helped me become.
After I became a Jedi Knight, I continued with much of his teachings, but also felt a need to train my body, and my skills with a lightsaber far more. I knew that combat would be inevitable, and wanted to be prepared, while also being able to teach others what they would need to know about it. Ever since then, I have put a large amount of effort into mastering Soresu, and improving it to my own liking where possible.
Everyone has flaw(s)... What is/are yours?
I often struggle to decide what is truly the right choice, causing hesitation in situations where a decision is needed. I'm very emotional in certain circumstances, yet nearly entirely apathetic in others, which, combined with my general way of carrying myself, causes many to have issues understanding me. I also question many things, even if I may appear very sure of them to others. I also tend to value honesty, and truth above many other things, which has worked both for, and against me.
Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?
My lightsaber has a relatively large hilt, due to my preference for using it two handed, but it is quite light for its size, allowing me to last longer at the expense of some raw power gained from extra weight. It is very plain, and the blade is yellow.
If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?
I have trained almost entirely in form III, Soresu, putting a large focus on simply wearing down my enemies while taking the least damage possible. Due to my dedication to it, I am highly skilled in it compared to many, particularly of those like me who avoid combat as much as possible.
Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?
A large amount of my strength in regards to the Force is in defensive capabilities, and ones to strengthen myself, or others, both in combat, and in resisting others trying to use the Force for evil. I can heal both myself, and others very efficiently, and also make my own body temporarily much better in a variety of ways. Like many Force users, I am capable of telekinesis, but am only average at it. I am weak at nearly everything else relating to the Force.
Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?
Not that I can think of.
If you are a Jedi, have you given thought above as to how your character got captured, and why he/she/it is still alive? (answer to this can be reflected above)
Sep/Ultimate523 - Guide/Strago
Guide walked down the row of cells, occasionally peering in at their occupants. Too many lesser species for his liking. He took extra care to look at the Kaminoan, he had heard of such foul things but he had never seen one before. Truly they were even more hideous than what he had been told about them. However he had to respect that such an obviously, fragile being managing to become a Jedi and prove itself worthy of being captured rather than killed. However if he had been assaulting the temple he would have made sure to get less hideous specimens. He walked out of that block and into the last one he had not inspected yet. The first Jedi he inspected was a perfect specimen, damaged however but still the prime candidate. No missing limbs as he would of expected from a prisoner, tall and strong build. He pointed in the cell to the two guards he had accompany him. ”This one.” “But, M’lord. This one recently escaped, Mistress Jayda was wounded in the exchange. He is to stay here.””I grow tired of people not doing as commanded.”
He grabbed hold of the Guards body, allowing him his mind and raised the mans hand towards the force field. ”Open the door, and bring the prisoner. Whether you open the door or not you are going through.” The other guard hit the switch and the field went down, for the two guards to go in and grab the Jedi. One of the guards went to inject the Jedi with a sedative. ”Not necessary, he won’t escape.””M’lord, it is-” The guards sentence was cut off as he was flung into the far wall, slumping to a heap on the floor. ”Looks like you will have to lift him yourself.” They walked out, the guard working hard to carry the Jedi. As they left the cell Guide re-activated the Force field trapping the guard until someone decided to come and free him.
He took the prisoner to the Combat room, having the prisoner placed in the centre and the guard ordered outside. Everything had been removed from the room, and the door had been tampered with so that the keypad buttons did not work. Requiring one to put in a numerical code with the use of the Force. Once he had ensured everything was secure Guide moved over to the prisoner, two injectors in hand. Inserting the first, a combative agent to counteract any drugs in the mans systems. He inspected the mans visible wounds and checked for bruising that could indicate internal ones. He would have to speak to his niece about the treatment of the specimens, while the Sith had been right to not dismember any of them this was intolerable and he could of died from wounds alone had he been weaker. He held his hand over the cuts and focused on the Force to close them…
It took several minutes to finish, at least the man wouldn’t break open any old wounds however he was still heavily scarred, Guide wasn’t one to spare the time making flesh picture perfect and if this man was successfully turned to the Dark Side, these scars would remind him of the pain that would be brought upon him if he ever turned back to the light. He injected the man with a second drug, to wake him up as he walked to back to the door and waited for the man to wake up.
Strago woke up slightly for a moment as he felt someone grabbing him, his eyes only opening for about half a second, realising he wasn’t in his bed, and hearing some sounds around him, but
quickly passing out again. Once again he awoke for just a moment for only about a second longer this time, able to nudge his head slightly to look around. He could see the metal of the ship, and could tell he was being moved, but couldn’t do anything about it as he passed out yet again.
Finally, Strago woke up once more, this time not passing out after being awake for just a moment. He moved around slightly, feeling much better than he expected to, but then quickly darted his head around the room to make sure there was no immediate threat, his focus quickly turning toward the older male Sith in the room.
Strago decided not to say anything as he looked at the Sith, his eyes showing a slight curiosity, thinking quite a lot at the moment, not sure of what to do. He made sure to put up a mental barrier in case the man tried anything, and made sure to be aware of anything that might happen physically as well, starting to move slowly now to get used to how he felt. There was still some pain, and soreness, but it was nothing compared to what he had felt before.
Deciding it would likely be a good decision, Strago began to stand up slowly, not taking his eyes from the Sith man, but showing no signs that he would attempt anything aggressive, mostly waiting for something to happen to react to, whether it was an attack, or simply speaking, remaining as aware as he could at the moment.
Guide looked at the man as he stood, visibly cautious. Obviously any Sith who had been attacked by this man had shown some sign of weakness and deserved whatever fate had been assigned to them. The man, as well, was visibly playing the logic game. Checking what was in the room, testing out his body and indeed he felt slight shift in his mental demeanour as he obviously put up a mental barrier. He checked his chrono on his wrist. “Ah, you’re awake. Well from the local time I feel as if I should bid you a good morning. However I presume you are still on Coruscanti time on which case I am afraid I cannot bid you the proper greeting. I am Guide, there is nothing else you should call me or think of calling me for it is the only name of mine that still exists today, who might you be?”
Strago was surprised at how friendly the man seemed to be, unsure of if it was simply how he was, or some kind of trick, but deciding to act as if it was the former, not wanting to create any conflict if it could be avoided, but keeping in mind not to trust the Sith too easily, if at all, “I’ve been asleep a little while, so morning fits.” Strago said, hoping to keep the mood lighter, “As for who I am, my name is Strago. You likely know enough of the rest.” He said, knowing there wasn’t much point to talking about being a Jedi, or any of that like he occasionally would when certain people asked him who he was.
“Well, I know that you’re a Jedi and were skilled enough to be taken prisoner in the siege but not skilled enough to be exceedingly dangerous. You are also a cut above the rest of the other, prisoners-” He had to avoid using the word specimen. “-On the ship in the fact that you are at least somewhat compatible with the Sith geno. Anyway, let us pass these formalities shall we? You no doubt hate me being your evil captor and such or even fear me. Know this, you need only fear torture on two conditions. If you try to withhold important information from me, I won’t be asking you for all your Jidai Secrets that isn’t exactly my department. Pain will also be the punishment for not doing something I order you to do or for doing something I order you not to do. It is a simple system really.” He opened his heavy coat that was over his robes slightly, taking out what was obviously a lightsaber hilt. “The best thing about training Lightsabers, is they cannot kill. They cannot decapitate, cut through doors and can only inflict enough pain to teach younglings their lessons. In the Sith Empire many see these as little but toys and real weapons are sometimes used especially in certain families wasting useful limbs and reducing the potential of many a Sith or Jen’jidai. However I keep one for these situations.” He tossed the weapon over to the prisoner. “Do not fret, you will not be fighting me, and is merely a test if you will. Non fatal.”
Strago listened to the man as he spoke, taking in all the words, obviously understanding the situation. There was a lot he could say, though he wondered if there was much point for a lot of it. He caught the lightsaber as it was thrown to him, not turning it on yet, feeling reluctant to do so, not sure what the Sith had planned. However, he made sure to get used to how it felt in his hands, looking at it just to see if there was anything on it to take a mental note of, but deciding there wasn’t, “I won’t pretend that I’ll follow all your orders without a doubt, but I am aware that there will be consequences for that.” He said, wanting to make it clear, and remaining quite calm in many ways, but also alert, and ready.
“If you were willing to take the orders of a Sith willingly you wouldn’t be a very good Jidai now would you? So no I do not expect you to go without doubts or try and refuse me now and then. I just want to ensure that you realize that in these situations pain will be your reward.” He pressed a button on his wrist and several seconds later the door opened making it seem as if the button was what opened the door, to see if the Jedi would attempt to take it however that was not the purpose of the test. A War Droid MKI walked into the room, its weapons currently deactivated. The door instantly closed behind the droid. “I hope you have strength to defend yourself, I would be disappointed if you could not hold off a mere droid.” The droid was programmed to begin firing as soon as the lightsaber was lit.
Strago continued to look at the man as he spoke, obviously not surprised at all by the response. He then pressed something on his wrist, and a door began to open, a droid coming out. Strago just watched it, staying at a distance for now, but not moving farther away either, knowing he would need to get in close if it attacked him.
It wasn’t often that Strago had been in a situation like this with a droid. It wasn’t a living creature, which made him less reluctant to do something, but he was also not used to being the aggressor, even after being forced to earlier on in his attempt to escape. After a moment more, a thought occurred to him, a slight curiosity making him decide to follow the decision, “Do you speak, droid?” He asked, assuming it probably didn’t, but wanting to be sure. For a reason he didn’t know, it hadn’t attacked him yet, and he felt the need to give it some respect because of that. He also didn’t like the idea of yet another Sith learning how he fought if it could be avoided.
Guide smirked, the man was still a man of faith to the Jedi order and did not become the aggressor, even confused about the droids reluctance to attack asked it if it could talk. Guide simply nodded his head slightly and the droid raised its weapons arm and the lasers could be heard charging, however it instead fired a concussion grenade, the only warning that it had fired a grenade was a small -thut- as the grenade launched out the tube towards the Jedi. Of course Guide could and would save the Jedis life if he had to, solely for the fact that the Jedi was of more use to him alive than dead.
Strago watched as the droid began to react after Guide’s nod, hearing the weapons charging, quickly followed by a slight sound. Instinctively, he turned on the lightsaber, and jumped toward the side, using the Force slightly push it even further away from him, mostly upward, then quickly facing the droid with his lightsaber in front of him in his usual defensive stance. It began to fire at him now, and he deflected several of the shots, making sure to occasionally send one right back to the droid before jumping forward, and slightly to the side, quickly slicing the droid two, then another time at its arm with the gun, wanting to detach it from its body just in case before moving back slightly in case there was some kind of trap, or explosive of some sort on it.
Guide pressed the button on his wrist again and two guards came into pull away the remnants of the droid. It appeared that while this Jedis record indicated he was the most common at escaping that he was a bit more calculated in planning it. He was admittedly disappointed that the Jedi did not bat a single bolt at him in trial however these things happened. Now, for the next part. He held out his right hand. “I will be having the training sabre back now Strago. You won’t be needing it again.”
Strago held the lightsaber in front of him toward the guards as they took the droid away, taking in as much information as he could from them, and the direction they went in. It was almost tempting to try to escape again, but Strago still had no idea what this Sith was capable of, and also knew he wasn’t in the best shape, which wouldn’t help the situation at all. The thought of it also reminded him to begin healing himself slightly now, wanting to be stronger for whatever might come next.
He looked over at Guide as he asked for the lightsaber back, and turned it off quickly, but continued to hold it in his hand firmly for a few seconds, looking over the older Sith quickly, almost turning the lightsaber around the other way out of habit, but deciding against it, not wanting to open himself up to any tricks. He kept the part where the blade would come out face toward Guide, but rather than throwing it, he moved his grip lower on it to give Guide room to grip it, walking toward him slowly, knowing that moving close to a Sith was a risk, but feeling like it might be worth it to see what he would do.
Guide took the lightsaber, before placing it back behind his jacket, whenever Guide went into his jacket both his sabre and the training saber were visible. “Very good Strago, you’re learning your place and not even attempting to escape. That is very good, the better you behave the better you are treated. Though do not think that this means we will be lax in your security at any rate. You will still live in your cell and still do as we command, you will just face far less punishment and be treated slightly better, fed better and left to rest for far longer between these little sessions, do you understand me, if so I shall be taking a sample of blood.” He moved his arm inside his jacket to remove a needle while Strago answered him.
“And if I don’t understand I don’t have to get my blood taken?” He asked, intending it more as a joke than anything else, but not liking the idea of another needle in him either, not sure if it would really just be a blood sample, or not, though for the moment he seemed to be telling the truth. Strago didn’t move at all for the moment to try make it easier, but knew it would likely be wise to if Guide asked him to do so, trying to judge what the best decision was at the moment.
Guide removed the needle and jabbed it into the mans arm as it drew blood, filling a small vial. “Very good, I just need to perform some tests. I don’t want any other Sith to off been poisoning you, not to mention I have never tested the drugs I used on you on humans before. It shall make an interesting read for me. However let us not bore you to death with these details. Now I shall have some questions-” He raised the vial up to the light focusing on the vial. “Now, I do have a question. Were your parents Force Users? It often helps strong Force Users when their parents were powerful wielders.”
Strago looked at the needle as it took blood from him, not seeing anything suspicious about it, but still remaining skeptical as he continued to listen to Guide speak, “I don’t believe either of them were.” He replied, feeling it was likely best to give a short reply for the moment, being honest about it as well.
“Strange how the Force always tries to restore the Balance, the Sith are too few so it allows new breeds to use the Force in strength. While the Sith and the Jedi may never find balance in the Force it itself shall always restore it, I do not even seek it and while the Jedi claim they do this is a lie. We are two sides of the same Coin and together we create it. Thankfully I do not claim to strive for balance. However, this is all I require of you for now.” Without warning Guide came crashing down on Stragos mind, assaulting it and binding it, separating his conscious thought from his body. It was more of a challenge to do so on a Jedi especially one who was awake however he still had the advantage in being a more powerful Force User and his opponent being weak. While he was now in control of the mans body, Stagos mind remained free. “Let us simply call this a demonstration.”
He walked out of the room, followed by his Jedi Prisoner. It would be torture for him he was sure, he was essentially free but could not run, could not speak or shout. He could will his body to act all he wanted but it wouldn’t work. They soon came back to his cell where Guide released control over Strago while at the other side of the Forcefield, the guard bowed at Guide with a hurried apology before leaving. “I shall speak to you again. If any Sith attempts to drug you other than Darth Nyiss, send them to me.” He then simply turned and walked away.
Strago listened to Guide as he spoke, agreeing with him more than he expected to with a Sith. He had been far more used to Sith who viewed the Force as a tool than in that way. Very quickly after Guide had finished speaking, Strago felt something manage to go through his mental barrier surprisingly quickly. His body then began to move without him wanting to. He had never felt this before, and was very confused at first, doing his best to start moving it on his own, but quickly realising he couldn’t, and that Guide was doing this. He wanted to speak, but he couldn’t at all, which caused him to feel much more frustrated than he normally did. He did what he could to try to resist Guide, using as much of the Force as he could muster, but failing to do so as they moved back toward the cells.
Once they finally got to the cell block, he could finally move on his own again, and just stared at Guide quite coldly, looking at the doors after he left. The feeling of someone else controlling his body was far worse than all the pain he had felt from the other Sith who tortured, and fought him. It took him another moment of staring before he finally turned back, and headed toward his cell to lay down on his bed, quickly beginning to meditate, healing himself as much as he could, but also reaching to the Force, hoping to find some sort of guidance from it.
Guide walked down the row of cells, occasionally peering in at their occupants. Too many lesser species for his liking. He took extra care to look at the Kaminoan, he had heard of such foul things but he had never seen one before. Truly they were even more hideous than what he had been told about them. However he had to respect that such an obviously, fragile being managing to become a Jedi and prove itself worthy of being captured rather than killed. However if he had been assaulting the temple he would have made sure to get less hideous specimens. He walked out of that block and into the last one he had not inspected yet. The first Jedi he inspected was a perfect specimen, damaged however but still the prime candidate. No missing limbs as he would of expected from a prisoner, tall and strong build. He pointed in the cell to the two guards he had accompany him. ”This one.” “But, M’lord. This one recently escaped, Mistress Jayda was wounded in the exchange. He is to stay here.””I grow tired of people not doing as commanded.”
He grabbed hold of the Guards body, allowing him his mind and raised the mans hand towards the force field. ”Open the door, and bring the prisoner. Whether you open the door or not you are going through.” The other guard hit the switch and the field went down, for the two guards to go in and grab the Jedi. One of the guards went to inject the Jedi with a sedative. ”Not necessary, he won’t escape.””M’lord, it is-” The guards sentence was cut off as he was flung into the far wall, slumping to a heap on the floor. ”Looks like you will have to lift him yourself.” They walked out, the guard working hard to carry the Jedi. As they left the cell Guide re-activated the Force field trapping the guard until someone decided to come and free him.
He took the prisoner to the Combat room, having the prisoner placed in the centre and the guard ordered outside. Everything had been removed from the room, and the door had been tampered with so that the keypad buttons did not work. Requiring one to put in a numerical code with the use of the Force. Once he had ensured everything was secure Guide moved over to the prisoner, two injectors in hand. Inserting the first, a combative agent to counteract any drugs in the mans systems. He inspected the mans visible wounds and checked for bruising that could indicate internal ones. He would have to speak to his niece about the treatment of the specimens, while the Sith had been right to not dismember any of them this was intolerable and he could of died from wounds alone had he been weaker. He held his hand over the cuts and focused on the Force to close them…
It took several minutes to finish, at least the man wouldn’t break open any old wounds however he was still heavily scarred, Guide wasn’t one to spare the time making flesh picture perfect and if this man was successfully turned to the Dark Side, these scars would remind him of the pain that would be brought upon him if he ever turned back to the light. He injected the man with a second drug, to wake him up as he walked to back to the door and waited for the man to wake up.
Strago woke up slightly for a moment as he felt someone grabbing him, his eyes only opening for about half a second, realising he wasn’t in his bed, and hearing some sounds around him, but
quickly passing out again. Once again he awoke for just a moment for only about a second longer this time, able to nudge his head slightly to look around. He could see the metal of the ship, and could tell he was being moved, but couldn’t do anything about it as he passed out yet again.
Finally, Strago woke up once more, this time not passing out after being awake for just a moment. He moved around slightly, feeling much better than he expected to, but then quickly darted his head around the room to make sure there was no immediate threat, his focus quickly turning toward the older male Sith in the room.
Strago decided not to say anything as he looked at the Sith, his eyes showing a slight curiosity, thinking quite a lot at the moment, not sure of what to do. He made sure to put up a mental barrier in case the man tried anything, and made sure to be aware of anything that might happen physically as well, starting to move slowly now to get used to how he felt. There was still some pain, and soreness, but it was nothing compared to what he had felt before.
Deciding it would likely be a good decision, Strago began to stand up slowly, not taking his eyes from the Sith man, but showing no signs that he would attempt anything aggressive, mostly waiting for something to happen to react to, whether it was an attack, or simply speaking, remaining as aware as he could at the moment.
Guide looked at the man as he stood, visibly cautious. Obviously any Sith who had been attacked by this man had shown some sign of weakness and deserved whatever fate had been assigned to them. The man, as well, was visibly playing the logic game. Checking what was in the room, testing out his body and indeed he felt slight shift in his mental demeanour as he obviously put up a mental barrier. He checked his chrono on his wrist. “Ah, you’re awake. Well from the local time I feel as if I should bid you a good morning. However I presume you are still on Coruscanti time on which case I am afraid I cannot bid you the proper greeting. I am Guide, there is nothing else you should call me or think of calling me for it is the only name of mine that still exists today, who might you be?”
Strago was surprised at how friendly the man seemed to be, unsure of if it was simply how he was, or some kind of trick, but deciding to act as if it was the former, not wanting to create any conflict if it could be avoided, but keeping in mind not to trust the Sith too easily, if at all, “I’ve been asleep a little while, so morning fits.” Strago said, hoping to keep the mood lighter, “As for who I am, my name is Strago. You likely know enough of the rest.” He said, knowing there wasn’t much point to talking about being a Jedi, or any of that like he occasionally would when certain people asked him who he was.
“Well, I know that you’re a Jedi and were skilled enough to be taken prisoner in the siege but not skilled enough to be exceedingly dangerous. You are also a cut above the rest of the other, prisoners-” He had to avoid using the word specimen. “-On the ship in the fact that you are at least somewhat compatible with the Sith geno. Anyway, let us pass these formalities shall we? You no doubt hate me being your evil captor and such or even fear me. Know this, you need only fear torture on two conditions. If you try to withhold important information from me, I won’t be asking you for all your Jidai Secrets that isn’t exactly my department. Pain will also be the punishment for not doing something I order you to do or for doing something I order you not to do. It is a simple system really.” He opened his heavy coat that was over his robes slightly, taking out what was obviously a lightsaber hilt. “The best thing about training Lightsabers, is they cannot kill. They cannot decapitate, cut through doors and can only inflict enough pain to teach younglings their lessons. In the Sith Empire many see these as little but toys and real weapons are sometimes used especially in certain families wasting useful limbs and reducing the potential of many a Sith or Jen’jidai. However I keep one for these situations.” He tossed the weapon over to the prisoner. “Do not fret, you will not be fighting me, and is merely a test if you will. Non fatal.”
Strago listened to the man as he spoke, taking in all the words, obviously understanding the situation. There was a lot he could say, though he wondered if there was much point for a lot of it. He caught the lightsaber as it was thrown to him, not turning it on yet, feeling reluctant to do so, not sure what the Sith had planned. However, he made sure to get used to how it felt in his hands, looking at it just to see if there was anything on it to take a mental note of, but deciding there wasn’t, “I won’t pretend that I’ll follow all your orders without a doubt, but I am aware that there will be consequences for that.” He said, wanting to make it clear, and remaining quite calm in many ways, but also alert, and ready.
“If you were willing to take the orders of a Sith willingly you wouldn’t be a very good Jidai now would you? So no I do not expect you to go without doubts or try and refuse me now and then. I just want to ensure that you realize that in these situations pain will be your reward.” He pressed a button on his wrist and several seconds later the door opened making it seem as if the button was what opened the door, to see if the Jedi would attempt to take it however that was not the purpose of the test. A War Droid MKI walked into the room, its weapons currently deactivated. The door instantly closed behind the droid. “I hope you have strength to defend yourself, I would be disappointed if you could not hold off a mere droid.” The droid was programmed to begin firing as soon as the lightsaber was lit.
Strago continued to look at the man as he spoke, obviously not surprised at all by the response. He then pressed something on his wrist, and a door began to open, a droid coming out. Strago just watched it, staying at a distance for now, but not moving farther away either, knowing he would need to get in close if it attacked him.
It wasn’t often that Strago had been in a situation like this with a droid. It wasn’t a living creature, which made him less reluctant to do something, but he was also not used to being the aggressor, even after being forced to earlier on in his attempt to escape. After a moment more, a thought occurred to him, a slight curiosity making him decide to follow the decision, “Do you speak, droid?” He asked, assuming it probably didn’t, but wanting to be sure. For a reason he didn’t know, it hadn’t attacked him yet, and he felt the need to give it some respect because of that. He also didn’t like the idea of yet another Sith learning how he fought if it could be avoided.
Guide smirked, the man was still a man of faith to the Jedi order and did not become the aggressor, even confused about the droids reluctance to attack asked it if it could talk. Guide simply nodded his head slightly and the droid raised its weapons arm and the lasers could be heard charging, however it instead fired a concussion grenade, the only warning that it had fired a grenade was a small -thut- as the grenade launched out the tube towards the Jedi. Of course Guide could and would save the Jedis life if he had to, solely for the fact that the Jedi was of more use to him alive than dead.
Strago watched as the droid began to react after Guide’s nod, hearing the weapons charging, quickly followed by a slight sound. Instinctively, he turned on the lightsaber, and jumped toward the side, using the Force slightly push it even further away from him, mostly upward, then quickly facing the droid with his lightsaber in front of him in his usual defensive stance. It began to fire at him now, and he deflected several of the shots, making sure to occasionally send one right back to the droid before jumping forward, and slightly to the side, quickly slicing the droid two, then another time at its arm with the gun, wanting to detach it from its body just in case before moving back slightly in case there was some kind of trap, or explosive of some sort on it.
Guide pressed the button on his wrist again and two guards came into pull away the remnants of the droid. It appeared that while this Jedis record indicated he was the most common at escaping that he was a bit more calculated in planning it. He was admittedly disappointed that the Jedi did not bat a single bolt at him in trial however these things happened. Now, for the next part. He held out his right hand. “I will be having the training sabre back now Strago. You won’t be needing it again.”
Strago held the lightsaber in front of him toward the guards as they took the droid away, taking in as much information as he could from them, and the direction they went in. It was almost tempting to try to escape again, but Strago still had no idea what this Sith was capable of, and also knew he wasn’t in the best shape, which wouldn’t help the situation at all. The thought of it also reminded him to begin healing himself slightly now, wanting to be stronger for whatever might come next.
He looked over at Guide as he asked for the lightsaber back, and turned it off quickly, but continued to hold it in his hand firmly for a few seconds, looking over the older Sith quickly, almost turning the lightsaber around the other way out of habit, but deciding against it, not wanting to open himself up to any tricks. He kept the part where the blade would come out face toward Guide, but rather than throwing it, he moved his grip lower on it to give Guide room to grip it, walking toward him slowly, knowing that moving close to a Sith was a risk, but feeling like it might be worth it to see what he would do.
Guide took the lightsaber, before placing it back behind his jacket, whenever Guide went into his jacket both his sabre and the training saber were visible. “Very good Strago, you’re learning your place and not even attempting to escape. That is very good, the better you behave the better you are treated. Though do not think that this means we will be lax in your security at any rate. You will still live in your cell and still do as we command, you will just face far less punishment and be treated slightly better, fed better and left to rest for far longer between these little sessions, do you understand me, if so I shall be taking a sample of blood.” He moved his arm inside his jacket to remove a needle while Strago answered him.
“And if I don’t understand I don’t have to get my blood taken?” He asked, intending it more as a joke than anything else, but not liking the idea of another needle in him either, not sure if it would really just be a blood sample, or not, though for the moment he seemed to be telling the truth. Strago didn’t move at all for the moment to try make it easier, but knew it would likely be wise to if Guide asked him to do so, trying to judge what the best decision was at the moment.
Guide removed the needle and jabbed it into the mans arm as it drew blood, filling a small vial. “Very good, I just need to perform some tests. I don’t want any other Sith to off been poisoning you, not to mention I have never tested the drugs I used on you on humans before. It shall make an interesting read for me. However let us not bore you to death with these details. Now I shall have some questions-” He raised the vial up to the light focusing on the vial. “Now, I do have a question. Were your parents Force Users? It often helps strong Force Users when their parents were powerful wielders.”
Strago looked at the needle as it took blood from him, not seeing anything suspicious about it, but still remaining skeptical as he continued to listen to Guide speak, “I don’t believe either of them were.” He replied, feeling it was likely best to give a short reply for the moment, being honest about it as well.
“Strange how the Force always tries to restore the Balance, the Sith are too few so it allows new breeds to use the Force in strength. While the Sith and the Jedi may never find balance in the Force it itself shall always restore it, I do not even seek it and while the Jedi claim they do this is a lie. We are two sides of the same Coin and together we create it. Thankfully I do not claim to strive for balance. However, this is all I require of you for now.” Without warning Guide came crashing down on Stragos mind, assaulting it and binding it, separating his conscious thought from his body. It was more of a challenge to do so on a Jedi especially one who was awake however he still had the advantage in being a more powerful Force User and his opponent being weak. While he was now in control of the mans body, Stagos mind remained free. “Let us simply call this a demonstration.”
He walked out of the room, followed by his Jedi Prisoner. It would be torture for him he was sure, he was essentially free but could not run, could not speak or shout. He could will his body to act all he wanted but it wouldn’t work. They soon came back to his cell where Guide released control over Strago while at the other side of the Forcefield, the guard bowed at Guide with a hurried apology before leaving. “I shall speak to you again. If any Sith attempts to drug you other than Darth Nyiss, send them to me.” He then simply turned and walked away.
Strago listened to Guide as he spoke, agreeing with him more than he expected to with a Sith. He had been far more used to Sith who viewed the Force as a tool than in that way. Very quickly after Guide had finished speaking, Strago felt something manage to go through his mental barrier surprisingly quickly. His body then began to move without him wanting to. He had never felt this before, and was very confused at first, doing his best to start moving it on his own, but quickly realising he couldn’t, and that Guide was doing this. He wanted to speak, but he couldn’t at all, which caused him to feel much more frustrated than he normally did. He did what he could to try to resist Guide, using as much of the Force as he could muster, but failing to do so as they moved back toward the cells.
Once they finally got to the cell block, he could finally move on his own again, and just stared at Guide quite coldly, looking at the doors after he left. The feeling of someone else controlling his body was far worse than all the pain he had felt from the other Sith who tortured, and fought him. It took him another moment of staring before he finally turned back, and headed toward his cell to lay down on his bed, quickly beginning to meditate, healing himself as much as he could, but also reaching to the Force, hoping to find some sort of guidance from it.
That is all. Thank you.
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