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Early years You should have just surrendered, at least then you'd stand a chance of survival. But since you chose war, I will be your death... beware of the shadows.

It was early in 45bby, black flames licked their way across many of the forests and mountains immediately around the Serinan capital city as Sarah Noroga went into labor in the care of the healers of the Eastern Temple. It was safely tucked away in a higher altitude mountain pass where she would labor for nearly twelve hours to give birth to her third child. She’d been tormented with vision of the girl’s future before she’d even become pregnant with her. A child born to harness a dark flame, to lead her people out of this long and bloody civil war that had raged for nearly 2,000 years now, to also walk among outsiders as both a Serinan Guard and a Jedi. Her daughter’s path would hold many accomplishments but also a great deal of pain. For the first three days of her life, she remained nameless in the care of her father as her mother focused on recovering from the birth. During this time the Serinan Guard had been mobilized to help the populace who had panicked due to the fires, as well as to make sure everything was extinguished so anything that had been destroyed could be rebuilt. On the third night Yuway presented the young girl to her mother for the first time, as he gave her the name Kida Noroga. Unlike most in their bloodline she’d been born with the first of their dragon crests, the double black dragons on her upper left shoulder. Normally that crest wouldn’t appear before the age of six with the crest on the back of her shoulder appearing around the age of ten or eleven. The first three years of her life she remained on Serina IV with her family growing, learning from both of her parents as well as from her older brother. It was during her third-year word was sent to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. The Serinan Jedi Healer Arexia was sent to fetch the girl and bring her to the Temple for further testing. She was familiar with Arexia already as the Healer did occasionally return home to the capital visiting the Noroga main branch family when she did. Since Kida was familiar with her, she didn’t feel threatened by her presence like she would with a true outsider that she didn’t know. At this time in her life Kida spoke only the Serinan language in a dialect found mostly in the capital. Arexia would be her translator when she went before the Jedi Council for the first time. She would also be charged with all medical care for Kida as most outsiders didn’t know how to care for Serinans. Arriving on Coruscant she was introduced to Master Qui-Gon Jinn and Jedi Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi. Both would be very important in her life until the age of thirteen for Qui-Gon; and for life for Obi-Wan. Once called before the Council she would be introduced to the man who would become her Master, Mace Windu. She became very close with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan very quickly, watching them anytime she wasn’t busy with her own training. As for her relationship with her own Master… it remained very difficult as he never wanted to take on her training to begin with as he’d recently trained a Padawan. He also found himself unnerved by her dark aura and short temper. She also spent time training and learning from Daria in traditional Serinan martial skills once she reached the age of four. In between her Jedi training he would help teach her all the skills she would need to know for her life as a Serinan Guard. She regularly heard many comments from Jedi of all ages referring to her continued connection to her people and culture… all of them were less than supportive or sometimes insulting in nature. Even her own Master was less than supportive of her continued connection to her home. Often it caused the two to end up in rather heated arguments that occasionally turned violent requiring others to intervene breaking up the fight before anyone got too seriously injured. Shortly after turning six, she found herself kidnapped from the Jedi Temple, severely beaten, and sold as a slave. Serinan’s could fetch a very high price on the slave market, even sometimes being bought within the bounds of the Republic despite the anti-slavery laws. Though she could have been sold for an eye watering amount as a Serinan Princess, the slaver that was charged with selling her wasn’t motivated purely by greed, because of that she found herself in Hutt space on Tatooine. Upon being brought to Tatooine she found herself in the custody of a Hutt for a short time before being sold to the Larrs family. She would remain in their custody until the age of nine. At that point the family found themselves in debt, selling the girl to settle the debt. At this point she found herself in the custody of Watto, alongside Anakin and Shmi Skywalker. It didn’t take long for her to become very close with the Skywalker family. They’d been known to her while she was with the Larrs family. She’d run away from them more than once after being badly abused by them for the smallest infractions. Anakin had helped tend her wounds a few times. Once she belonged to Watto she lived much closer to them and could be seen with the Skywalker’s often when she wasn’t busy doing something for the Toydarian. She’d been just outside Watto’s shop when Qui-Gon arrived looking for parts. He’d run into the girl outside, recognizing her instantly. He took a few moments before entering to stop and communicate with her. They still couldn’t speak the same language, though he’d been learning a bit of Serinan from Arexia since Kida had gone missing just in case he stumbled across her. She was able to tell him a little about her mistreatment. He assured her he would find a way to get her back to the Jedi Temple one way or another. She trusted him enough to be able to believe in his promise. Her growing mistrust of outsiders didn’t extend to him. Within a matter of days Qui-Gon found a way to get his parts as well as free two of the three slaves that he’d hoped he might be able to barter for. He decided not to push his luck too far as to not attract the ire of a Hutt, or to end up losing a bet ending up with all of them trapped on this sandy back water world. He returned to his ship to deliver the parts so Obi-Wan could make the much-needed repairs, then returned to collect Anakin and Kida from Watto’s shop. After giving what was left of the winnings from the Boonta Eve race to Shmi he sent Anakin to collect his few belongings so they could leave. During this time Kida was also gathering what she’d managed to keep with her by chance before returning to the Jedi Master’s side. They departed shortly after for the outskirts where he’d left the Naboo cruiser. Upon reaching the ship the trio were ambushed by Maul. Anakin was told to flee for the ship, but Kida remained to help Qui-Gon. At thirteen years of age with incomplete training both as a Jedi and an assassin Kida was still more than enough of a threat to make Maul weary of the young girl. At no point did he take his eyes off either of them though alone he wouldn’t be enough to prevent their escape. She would be present during the battle of Naboo helping to free them from the Trade Federation’s invasion. Though she wasn’t present for the rematch with Maul, she would sense Master Qui-Gon fall. Her job was to break through the Federation’s defenses around the prison camps, freeing the Naboo and the Gungans who’d been captured. She was also tasked with helping the Gungan army when the time came to fight the battle droids. She’d mourn the loss of her friend later once she was back within the familiar walls of the Jedi Temple. She’d also do her best to try to console Obi-Wan as he needed it… She may have lost a friend, but he’d lost his Master… a father… Within a few weeks of returning to the Temple after the invasion of Naboo had been expelled she returned to her training as a Jedi as well as a Guardsmen. She was more temperamental for a few months after Qui-Gon’s funeral. It took time for her to work through her feelings enough to regain control of them. It was also during this time her crest made its appearance on the back of her left shoulder, marking her as a warrior within her family. If it had appeared on the right shoulder, she would have been seen as a healer. As it emerged, she spent a few days in pain, blocking her from any kind of training. Once it passed, she returned once again to her usual routine, spending the morning meditating, the afternoon training with Windu, and nights training with Daria. It was this routine that helped her to find what little solace she could after everything she’d experienced thus far in her life. The Clone War begins… She was in her early twenties when the first battle of Geonosis occurred, and she saw the Jedi Order shift roles from that of peacekeepers to the leader of a military force. This shift to the battlefield was new to the Order as it stood now, but it wasn’t new to her. She’d already gained experience fighting a war and leading forces due to the war on Serina. She knew she was at home in the chaos of battle, something that would unnerve many within the Order including her Master. In the opening months of the war, she would take her place as a Jedi Commander, after undergoing her Trials of Knighthood she became a Jedi General. Her forces would work closely with Cody’s 212th, Rex’s 501st, and Master Plo Koon’s beloved Wolfpack many times during the war effort. More than once, both she and Anakin helped tip battles that otherwise would have been lost by the Republic forces in their favor due to their tactics and tenacity. Both gained the respect of their men by fighting alongside them, valuing their lives, and never asking of them that they wouldn’t ask of their selves first. It was during this time both Anakin and Kida found themselves assigned their first Padawans. He was to train Ahsoka Tano, she was to train a fellow Serinan Kai Nurin. Kai was a member of Serinan lower nobility, the Nurin family were vassals to the Noroga’s. He’d come to the Order at the age of four, placed with her as a Padawan at the age of twelve. Like Kida he’d also been receiving training from Daria as a Serinan Guardsmen so she didn’t worry about his ability to take care of himself as much as she would others of his age within the Order. She would oversee his Jedi training until the end of the war when she and Anakin would carry out Operation Knightfall at Palpatine’s orders. In the final moments of the Jedi Order, she would give Kai a choice, remain at her side and continue his training though it would be far darker in nature, or flee home to Serina where he wouldn’t easily be hunted. Kai chose to remain at her side though he knew it wouldn’t be easy.

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The rise of Palpatine’s Empire… It would be during her imprisonment in the brig by Tarkin that Palpatine would find out that her Padawan still lived. Tarkin had arrested both due to his dislike of her. Within a matter of days, she would find herself answering to Palpatine directly over the choice she’d made to spare the young man, but she wasn’t afraid of him nor of the price for protecting her apprentice. She would resort to violence if she felt she needed to protect her fellow Serinan and those who knew her best within the emperor’s ranks knew it. Palpatine was annoyed enough by her choice he’d decided to punish her in person for this transgression. He had his guards bring her from the brig to stand before him and answer why the boy still lived. Though her hands were cuffed with binders and her visible weapons were confiscated she was far from harmless. She was all the weapon she needed to continue to infuriate him currently. She knew he feared her abilities, he always had, and now that she wasn’t under the thumb of the Jedi, she was more than willing to resort to her full potential. While in the brig she’d removed the bindings from her right arm that kept the dragons that were wrapped around it slumbering, giving the bindings to Myn for safe keeping. Already she could feel them waking up, eager to lend their power to hers should she ask it. Without taking her eyes off Palpatine she flexed her power slightly, just enough the binders fell from her wrists. Their loud metallic clank as they hit the floor wasn’t lost on him, she was now standing before him unrestricted. She could see a slight twitch of fear cross his face, unperceivable to anyone who couldn’t read body language as well as she could. She was relishing any sign of fear from him as it told her that he realized she was something not easily controlled. Taking a slow deep breath she called to the shadows, darkening the room completely as she’d been brought to one of the few rooms on board with low lighting making it easy for her to snuff it out. She knew the guards could still see due to their masks, but she knew it would limit Palpatine’s sight greatly. It was no secret that she could operate perfectly unimpeded in the dark due to her abilities. Bright light was her enemy, it blinded her in more ways than one as it took away her shadows that also acted as eyes for her. In the now darkened room, she soundlessly circled her prey watching his fear heighten due to his own physical limitations. She wasn’t traceable in the Force as she’d concealed that side of her presence already to further toy with him. What she didn’t know was he’d expected her to lash out, so he’d prepared a counter ahead of time. Because he knew she had managed to make friends within his Red Guard, he’d brought members of his Shadow Guard with him. He knew she did have anyone loyal to her within their ranks, so they were the perfect tool to deploy against her. He’d had them set up several lights around the room so that when switched on, not a single shadow would remain for her to use to her advantage. To prevent her from spotting them they’d made sure the lights blended seamlessly with the room. “You won’t overpower me this easily, child.” With him speaking the lights switched on, flooding the room and blinding her completely. He’d turned the advantage back in his favor leaving her unable to easily fight back. She instantly stopped concealing herself within the Force out of instinct. In her panic she was desperately hunting for Anakin’s familiar presence to draw him to her aide as she’d done so many times before. She found him, but he didn’t answer her call as she could feel the sedatives coursing through his body. She refused to call her apprentice to her as he wasn’t yet ready to face the emperor alone. She… was the one alone right now, alone and at his mercy. It was in that instant she heard the lightning cracking off his fingertips, seconds later she felt it coursing through her body wracking her with pain. She gritted her teeth refusing to scream out, she’d felt worse than this over the years as she was no stranger to both dealing in and receiving torture. It had given her an extremely high tolerance for pain, one that as of now he wasn’t in danger of surpassing… yet. She had no way of knowing what else he’d schemed to try to break her down. She was strong willed and driven… she knew for Anakin’s sake she couldn’t allow herself to be broken by this monster. She knew if that happened there would be no saving either of them in the future.

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Just one young female on her own? What means of respect could she gather from a rough and tough gang? It had been days since she had gone to them with hopes of asylum. Since  then she had been on the run from them after slaying a numerous amount of them once they had turned on her. She and her howler had been on the go with no set destination set in mind. Mainly because she had no idea what else was here. She just knew that staying in one place was dangerous. They were following her. Not only could she feel that, she had been attacked multiple times by now by them.  She wasn't scared, make no mistake on that. It was a nuisance more than anything else. What she needed was a moment to make a plan. She needed a glimmer of something, anything, to help her formulate a plan on what to do next. Maybe where to go. But she was never the one who made plans. She was the one who was told where to go. Told what to do. There was a truth to her matter that she had yet to accept... She was lost without her master's guidance.  When she deemed it safe to stop and as the sun was setting, often she would stand still and listen to the world around her. She would listen with her ears, but also with the force. She was listening for her master to call out to her, to tell her that she could come find him - or even better, he was coming to her.  The silence she heard was deafening. A shallow cave is where Shin and her beast had spent this particular  night. Just a cave to cover her head and to protect her back. A small fire had been made to cook a small native animal she had captured earlier that day. At some point as she looked out over the wilds she had fallen asleep.  What she woke up to was the sound of the bandits hollering with their riffles in the air because they had her surrounded. Shin was quick to get to her feet and quick to access the situation in front of her. There were at least a dozen of them outside of the cave and they seemed to be laughing at their assumption of having her out numbered. Few of them had their blasters pointed but had yet to shoot. Were they trying to savor this moment? Her hands were hidden beneath her worn cloak and by now had already unholistered her lightsaber. She had done that part slowly to not draw attention so that she could make the first move; bringing her arms out in front of her and igniting it. That's when the bandits began to shoot. Even by her standards this was a bit overwhelming, deflecting away each shot she could. If she were lucky she would be able to take down a few of them with their own blasts. The problem was this defensive move would only suffice for so long. Constantly having to knock away blasts for an extended period of time was going to become tiring, she needed to find a way to flip the switch and go on the offense. It was that, or likely die.    Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ Aᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ Feb 18th 2024 - 8:19 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User Anticipation had the former sith’s perceptions honed, focused. His thoughts drifted in a restrictive, disciplined manner. Pondering future machinations, all circling back to what had him so pensive in the first place. The bait had been set for Kenobi… The Duchess got out her desperate call for help before being recaptured. It was only a matter of time. A fact that had Maul’s frenzied obsession with revenge burning brighter than ever, lighting what was almost an edge of crazed fury in his eyes. To have lost so much in his life, and so much of it to Kenobi… 12 years... For 12 years he had waited for this. Soon, he would have revenge. What he was owed. “Lord Maul-” A sharp intake of breath, and the usurper’s gaze lifted from meticulous contemplation. His head craned only the slightest, the piercing stare of a single eye, given the angle, pinning the source of the disturbance. Saxon. He released a gruff, irritable sigh, hands falling from their refined posture clasped behind his back, his bearing falling to something more reflective of his shift in mood. Pensive, anticipatory. “Yes?” he bit through grit teeth, his eyes deadly flames in the dim lighting of the throne room. If Saxon was off put by the harshness of his leader, it was a reaction lost beneath the faceless guise of a Mandalorian t-visor. Maul pried the Force, sensing the eagerness in Saxon’s impending words. His plans were falling perfectly into place. “My lord, Kenobi has taken the bait. He has freed the Duchess and they are attempting their escape as we speak” Saxon reported, lifting his hand to bear the holoprojection of one of the southern landing pads to the prison facility, ablaze with blaster fire, conflict, and death. Yes. He can feel it; the Force is swelling with the violence. Keen like a blade, the dark side is simmering, ever his steadfast ally. He lifted a cool, dark smile. “Good.” He turned to more directly face his lieutenant, hands behind his back once more, a calm, assured certainty in his impending, looming victory easing a regality about his posture once more. “Have a speeder prepared, and summon my brother to meet us there. We would not want to keep our guest waiting, would we?” His presence burgeoned in the Force with an anticipatory thrill at a victory almost within his grasp, long waited for. Long deserved. 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 Feb 10th 2024 - 4:43 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User Little Dragon Dec 12th 2023 - 5:01 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User She had a feeling Kida was not going to be so easily persuaded, which made her huff slightly. It was always like this with the stubborn empress, though she would be damned if she let her get away with being so hard on herself. Crossing her arms defiantly, her expression was a mix of frustration and concern. "You've been at this non-stop, Kida. You can't keep going like this. You're pushing yourself to the edge." Realizing the edge to her voice, Angel sighed and let the frustration exit in that woosh of breath.. "I appreciate you feel like you're abandoning your duties whenever you aren't working, but ou're not alone in this. Anakin and Tierce are here. Let them shoulder some of the burden. You don't have to carry it all." Squatting down, Angel placed a hand on Kida's shoulder, a gesture of sisterly solidarity. "You're not abandoning anyone by taking a breather, Kida. You're ensuring you're in this fight for the long haul. We need you at your best, not running on empty." Silver eyes met emerald ones as she continued. "These fighters aren't the only things that need care," she urged, her voice carrying a mix of concern and determination. "I know you think that you can't, but delegating responsibilities to those you trust may be of use. After all, you may just find yourself able to have more than a power nap," she cooed, trying to coax her sister into compliance. She knew she would have to succeed or risk everyone suffering the empress' irritable mood until she decided to finally take care of herself. It was a challenge and one she was determined to meet head on, if not just for Kida's sake, then for the sake of the military she commanded. 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋. Nov 30th 2023 - 2:32 AM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User   Mace felt an unease about the Padawans; it was a gas, the likes of which, thankfully, the Masters had grown immune to. They had been trained by, and with, Windu himself throughout his years. The unease filtered like a poison, one that would inevitably create weakness in the ranks of the first-responder Jedi in battle. Doubt. Neither Master Beq nor Master Drallig could cleanse the students as they were not its source. Mace was not removed from the rumors of younger Padawans, especially with the smallest bit of effort would take to decipher its probable origin. It could be either Skywalker or Noroga herself that spread the news of the "fight" between Windu and Noroga. The younger, inexperienced Padawans would believe one of their own, a Padawan, before the truth. What was inexcusable, however, was those who would not believe Skywalker but still not fully believe Mace's status as Master of the Order. When the Republic's lives were on the line, there was no room for doubt. Mace shot a glance at the two Masters behind him, they matched his expression with looks in their eyes that could only say "it's out of our hands" as subtly as one could. Mace, himself, would have to change this. First, however, he would offer a mercy. "Attention, Jedi Knights," said Master Windu. He was not one known to stutter or misspeak. His words jolted the few Padawans who allowed doubt to cloud their minds to stiffen. To address them as "knights" was to invoke a sense of confidence that the Force had made no mistakes in its disciples. They were chosen from their birth families to serve its higher calling. They would grow to be knights; it was an inevitability of kindness to the Galaxy. An honor yet to blossom. With three words, they were locked on him, no different than the rumors they'd listened to. "It has come to my attention that there are...inklings of doubt in your hearts and minds." Embarrassment would do nothing to encourage their development. Details were unnecessary. Those that knew, knew. "As Master of the Order, a title, perhaps, not long to stand," he paused and allowed the few who knew to indulge in their childish snickering. It was necessary. It was their last chance.   "It is my duty to address these...rumors as best I can to better prepare us all for the oncoming threat." He paused, again. The laughter died. No student could escape Mace's gaze. The Masters behind him exhaled, assuming to know what would come next. Their assumptions were correct. "So, indulge me: I want all of you to activate your sabers and hit me as hard as you can." Again, no stutters or misspoken words. Mace showed no signs of faltering and, despite all this, the Padawans hesitated to comply. This was intriguing. If the rumors were to be true, and their numbers far outranking that of a lone Mace Windu, the directive should have been no qualm. If they could not handle one mere Jedi Master, one that allegedly sustained injuries from a Padawan, what hope did the galaxy have? "What? Is this...fear, I sense in you all? Have Master Beq and Master Drallig failed you all? Is this truly the best the Jedi Order has to offer?" Mace knew his stance well. They were young, sure, but also were impressionable. The Jedi Code was imprinted so deeply in their minds, that the creases in their brains were practically stained with ink. They knew not to give in to temptations. Good. But he could just as well feel their pulses. Something was hiding just beneath their surfaces. "Okay. Attack me. Come at me with all that you can." The order was simple, but due to its simplicity, everyone, Masters included, swallowed to make sure their ears weren't clogged and misheard him. "As the Master of the Order, it is, now, your primary objective to attack me until I am subdued for the Galactic Republic to exact justice for my crimes. Now..." It was bait. Of course, it was. However, this time, Mace presented them with different odds, more applicable odds. Would they give in to their impulses - fed from the idea of a Padawan being able to injure a Jedi Master - or would they follow the Code? Or, more enticingly, would they indulge, knowing their views aligned with the Code and allow themselves to cut loose? Or, worse, would they disobey a direct order from Master Mace Windu? Mace stepped forward to surround himself with the students as if he were a drop of oil in a cup of water. This was no drill. The Padawans activated their blades, setting their intensities to "lethal". Their orders were to subdue him and using "stun" in war was a luxury the galaxy could no longer afford. If they could remain calm during combat, they would have succeeded. "Begin!" The fight — fight — was over before it began. If Mace were any other Jedi, he would've allowed his ego to strike the Padawans in places that would debilitate them: jugular, pressure points, insecurities in how they held their blades — all were acceptable. However, taking note from when Master Yoda had performed this technique with three other Jedi Masters [1, 2], one being Depa Billaba, his very Padawan, he knew this was to be a lesson. Rather than harm in any way, when the Padawans attempted to strike him, he, too, would become invisible to their attempts and merely tap the parts of their bodies: jugular, pressure points, insecurities in how they held their blades — to serve as lessons in the faults in their attacks. None of them could touch him. At their best, he was never in danger, but, in Mace revealing their weaknesses, the galaxy was. Admittedly, Mace had indulged in one aspect of this exercise: time. It was no large feat to subdue a class of Padawans, but he merely did so to teach a lesson. And to kill time. He knew not what the Council had delegated to Noroga, but in the time she would report to him, he had spare time to remind them of the honor it was to serve the Order and, too, what it meant to face down with Jedi Master Mace Windu. If this righteous fear could be inculcated in them, how much more so would it work on the Separatists? Now unable to stand from their exhaustion, and, perhaps, frustration in overestimating their abilities, Mace towered over them to serve as a lesson and a living ideal: the strength behind Mace Windu and, more importantly, what would remain should they perish in battle. The Order would forever stand. "Class dismissed." Noroga still had not returned. Whatever was taking so long must have been important.   𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋. Nov 20th 2023 - 9:17 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User   Mace did not wait around for her to rebuttal, though he caught her words before the doors could slide closed behind him - the Council should not be kept waiting. Some response or other about a Padawan being his priority; for once, she was right about him. There was hope for her yet. Mace found himself in the infirmary, unfortunately rows were filled with injured Jedi. Bodies were left in various conditions, ranging from chronic to critical with all Knights and Masters suffering all the same. His eyes scanned each Jedi until they stuck on a bacta tank, one occupied by Depa's unconscious body. His Padawan. The pride felt in a Master never leaves when the Padawan becomes Knighted, much less joining the Council. Appropriately bandaged, the way her body floated in the medicinal liquids brought a slight boil to his gut, acid stained his throat. Mace steeled himself with a sigh that fogged the glass. His only solace to so many fallen was the arrival of a friend. Master Windu, said Jedi Master Kit Fisto. It's good to see you above ground. It was easy to see why Fisto was delegated to watching those in the infirmary. His magnetic smile accompanied his dark, vacant eyes that it was easy to get enthralled with his optimism, something everyone could use more of. Present company included. Not even Mace's troubles stood much of a chance against him as his shoulder relaxed as he turned to give him a scoff - it was the closest thing he could give to a smile. As a Nautolan, he was born with an enhanced sense of vision. Through the darkest, murkiest depths, Fisto was able to see clear as day. It helped with espionage and further advantages given to the Jedi not seen in many other species. So, it was no wonder why, through Mace's tough exterior, he could see right through him, too. But years of camaraderie didn't hurt, either.   Ah, the answer's become clear, said Fisto. Master Windu does have a heart. This time, Mace's scoff was joined by a retort. Yeah, I'm nice like that. His troubles never left him, but if anyone could bring levity to Mace, it was Fisto. Still, he could not look away from the tank. I suppose even stones may reveal gems if pressed hard enough. Or break. It was clear his mind was trapped elsewhere, unable to escape the memories of Haruun Kal. Fisto, however, was ever tenacious in his optimism. What, a nice guy like you? Never. Why, you are so nice, in fact, you did me a favor by not adding to bodies I need to supervise. He got him. No stoicism could escape Fisto's smile. Mace had been verbally defeated. Very 'nice' of you to fake needing healing for that Padawan. You're welcome. It was all he could say, though, his mind would not be so restrained. Through her time at the temple, Noroga harbored a sense of arrogance that opposed the Jedi Order. As Master of the Order, he was obliged to keep others in line and was responsible for continuously being that example. Their duel was short, to his recollection. Longer than necessary, but short all the same. He dueled her and knew well enough to hold back against her. Anything more would mean he would have to rescind his kindness to Fisto's patient numbers...or worse. She was a Padawan, no sense of pride would come from his victory, but her emotions, in his eyes, clouded her judgment and were the very thing holding her back from being chosen to undergo the Trials. He indulged her. He feined his injuries to emulate her potential trials, namely The Trial of the Spirit. Trial of the Spirit made Padawans look inward in their own darkness to face it. In allowing her to indulge in her passions and her response to - in her mind - "winning" was her failure. She was looking to win. A Jedi never seeks to win, merely to end the conflict. Only resort to violence when there are no other options. Mace's wounds were meant to emulate the aftermath of battle, the inevitable peace that would follow and the mantra the Jedi lived by "Keepers of the Peace". During times of "peace", the idea of her being strong enough to actually wound The Master of the Order, she showed herself to be prideful. She "won" because she was looking to "win". She was missing the point of what it meant to be a Jedi. She was not ready. Mace pondered a moment who was to blame: herself, her once-Master, or the Order, but just as quickly dismissed the thought. He was to take on a role Yoda gave him, and it was a greater honor to uphold the Order. Now that war was coming, it was his duty to make sure all, on the battlefield or not, would be ready should they be called upon. The past did not matter, not anymore. He could still hear Yoda's wisdom before he departed for Haruun Kal 4 months ago:   “Cling to the past, a Jedi cannot.” Her ways, Mace wagered, were only accentuated when in the company of Skywalker. He shared many of her traits, but he had the security of a Master to guide him away from his impulses. Noroga, after Geonosis and with so many being averse to serving as generals in the oncoming war, no longer did. Her chances of having a direct master dwindled by the day. His training under Yoda's private meeting meant he would have to take on all those who lost Masters and ready them as best he could for the war, that meant her, too. Her petty feelings aside, she would have to learn from him. If she was not ready for the Trials, it meant that the Republic and the galaxy at large had a weakness in its protectors. That was not something Mace would tolerate. Depa's body suddenly became blurry after Mace stared at it for so long. His reflection was all that remained. He knew what he had to do. Where are you going? Fisto asked as he watched Mace turn to leave. To teach my first lesson.   In what felt like seconds, because of his long stride, Mace found himself in the training hall where Jedi Battlemaster Cin Drallig and Jedi Master Kelleran Beq currently had a session. He took everyone's attention, all students halted and deactivated their blades and became statues. I am Master Windu; Master of the Order and as of now your instructional Master alongside Masters Drallig and Beq. Your Masters will resume their roles, but, in addition to your studies, you are to report to me; the Separatists have declared war against the Republic and we, as Jedi, must rise to the call for peace. Prepare yourselves, today...your real training begins. His presence demanded an in-unison bow from all students. Mace nodded to both Masters, knowing all Padawans were under his wing, all the while waiting for Noroga to report back from the Council's request.   Little Dragon Nov 17th 2023 - 6:03 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User In the radiant heart of the Serenan System, where the sun bathed Serena IV in its golden embrace, Kida and Angel held their respective stations within the cosmic ballet. Kida, the resolute empress, exemplified the unwavering dedication of a militaristic force user, her very essence shaped by the unyielding currents of the Force. On the other hand, Angel, the reluctant princess, chose a divergent path, attuning herself to the more delicate harmonies of the Force, seeking solace and restoration. The imperial chambers, adorned with opulence that mirrored the grandeur of the Serenan System, served as a backdrop to the unfolding familial dynamics. Engrossed in the intricate maintenance of starfighters—a symbol of perpetual cosmic strife—Kida's focus remained steadfast, her gaze penetrating the veils of space and time. In this moment, Angel entered, a small hydrospanner cradled in her hands like an offering of peace. Her eyes, shimmering pools of sisterly concern, met Kida's determined and battle-hardened gaze. The hum of machinery seemed to bow to the silent exchange of understanding. "Kida," Angel's voice, softened by the bonds of blood, reverberated within the chamber, "even empresses need respite. Allow the galaxy to navigate its own tempest for a fleeting day. Your strength is indomitable, but your well-being is equally paramount. The star systems will persist, but you, sister, deserve a moment of equilibrium." The hydrospanner, a tangible embodiment of duty and potential strain, found its way into Kida's hands. In this unspoken plea, Angel urged Kida to momentarily relinquish the weight of imperial responsibility and embrace the serenity that awaited within the cosmic symphony. 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋. Nov 16th 2023 - 1:49 AM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User   [the following is an encrypted journal entry of post-operation "Summertime War" from Jedi Master Mace Windu, sent directly to the Jedi Archives and protected under strict code known only to Jedi Masters]   From the private journals of Mace Windu      It has been a few standard days since my return from Haruun Kal, 4 months after Geonosis. I...do not like talking about Geonosis. Too much has happened and I fear a swell of doubt in my soul; Haruun Kal was unforgiving. I, perhaps, allowed my birth planet to mar my objectivity. Perhaps I...thought too much of Depa to propose she go there in the name of the Republic. The darkness that dwelled in those jungles was intoxicating, months later I still feel its pull like a tug on my uvula threatening me with nausea the more I try to process it... Depa still was in her meditative coma, with T'ra Saa watching over her. I feel a sense of foolishness holding out hope that she may awake one day. If for nothing else than to hear me say what she deserved to hear back on Haruun Kal... But, until then, I have a republic to protect.   Mace's brisk pace throughout the halls never broke stride, despite him still housing several unhealed injuries from his previous mission. Since Geonosis, the Republic fell to a Civil War and the number of Jedi lost was merely the beginning. His diligence was to the Republic and as a Senior Member of the Jedi Council, he must obligated to remain as a beacon of inspiration to the Jedi and the Republic at large. Petty, physical injuries would have to wait. Leave it to the Jedi Master to deem several lightsaber wounds to be seen as "petty". If nothing else, he allowed it to serve as penance for Depa's current state. Still, returning to the Temple with a successful mission brought a sliver of solace to Mace; at least he could busy himself with current assignments. To an extent. Since so many Jedi were lost in Geonosis, the Order had to adjust for the loss in numbers. It was a hint of fear Mace wondered would cause the Jedi to spread too thin, a thought he would have to consider in meditation another time. Master Yoda spoke with Mace after his mission and briefed him on the current state of the Order in his absence. It was against the Jedi Code to form attachments, but Yoda understood the ache in Mace's heart. His centuries-long life struck him with tragedy enough to understand that it impacted others differently, especially those with shorter lifespans. His next "order" was one of love, but, more importantly, in service to the Order. He was to take a new Padawan. No, Mace refused. Too many factors pointed to this being an awful idea, namely public perception. Not so much the Republic at large, as the ways of the Order seemed to evade their eye, but of Chancellor Palpatine. Assigning Mace a new Padawan so soon after the loss of so many, and after reading his report on his trip to Haruun Kal, would show how hasty the Jedi needed to move and it would show those who followed Palpatine's office a sign of weakness in those designated to protect the Republic. Not to mention -- It is...too soon, Master. Understand your concerns, I do. The Republic is in grave danger with the rise of the Dark Side. Needs you, the Order does. As do young Padawans. But ignore your wounds, I cannot. Which is why you shall take not one Padawan, but many.   Mace took a moment to ponder what Yoda could mean. For as long as he'd been alive, and most likely longer, Mace had always known Yoda to lead the groups of Younglings in their training. To suggest Mace do the same, especially in times of war, could only mean one thing. It wasn't about a Padawan and Master, it was about succession. Should a day come when Yoda could no longer meet his duties, he was training Mace to take his place. It was not to dismiss Depa's condition, or to force Mace to take on a role unfit for him (especially in his condition) - as Masters always chose their Padawans - it was an honor. An honor in his service as to the Jedi and an honor Yoda ever saw him as worthy. And, lastly, to honor the age-old rule Mace learned as a child, one does not argue with Master Yoda. The circumstances of war and Padawans not being Younglings as Yoda normally taught were unwelcomed, but it was his next task to lead the next generation of Padawans to be war-ready. They all knew him as Master Windu, regardless. Now, they would understand directly why he earned his title. Even if it was reluctant. Kida Noroga was never one to fully bow to him, present company being with Anakin Skywalker, he understood rougeish behaviors tended to rub off on one another. She bowed all the same. She knew her place. It was a small peeve, one impossible to discern from his stoic expression, that respect was namely a reason he felt better about having chosen Depa. Noroga allowed her emotions to cloud her actions, respect to Mace was respect to her Order. So, am I in trouble with the Council again or do they have a new assignment for me? That, he sighed, choosing to let the brashness of her assumption slide. Is for the Council to decide. Go. I have business to attend to elsewhere. Report back to me after the Council has been adjourned; dismissed. Mace did not wait for a response, with war being on the horizon, the time for pleasantries had passed. Mace's next stop was the infirmary to see how many were injured and still able to serve the Order and Republic after Geonosis.   𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋. Nov 9th 2023 - 2:26 AM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User         The Republic has been in turmoil since the Battle of Geonosis, its defenses were raised to match the oncoming threat of Count Dooku and the Separatists. As such, as Senior Member of the Jedi Council, Jedi Master Mace Windu was tasked, along with Cin Drallig, to make sure all Jedi represented the Order and were battle-ready should the task become necessary. Kida Noroga has been particularly problematic since her induction. Most instances were excusable, she was young enough and Yoda was old enough to offer such grace. Now, with the Republic at war, no such misdeeds would be tolerated. Noroga, you are to report to the Council immediately for briefing. Add Comment