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Surrender? Really. Sithspit on a karking stick, what is this kid thinking? She doesn't even have a blaster.

"Really, kid? If we fought, you wouldn't even stand a chance. Come on, try and hit me. I won't even hit back." At this point, he's mostly just exasperated, and though he worries a little about the 'troopers, he's relatively sure he can just lose them again.

With a stutter in his heart, he remembers being on the other end of this exact scenario with his ori'vod; well, not exactly- little Kal'tra had tried to steal one of Atin's blasters, and it hadn't worked out- but Atin had said the exact same thing to him when he'd threatened to fight the vod for the weapon.

It's a strange thing to remember, especially now, especially here, but he remembers it all the same, and he sighs internally as he realizes he really won't be able to hurt the kid now. Sure she's made some shit choices, joining up with the FO of all things, but she's still just a kid.

And if he were to hurt a kid, he'd be dar'Manda. And nothing is worth that, not after his Clan took him in. He'd die before failing the resol'nare so badly.

Fuck, he realizes, things just got so much more complicated.

Karking stupid di'kut of an officer. Couldn't have picked literally any other time to come to this planet...

The man known as Beroya is, by all accounts, not that interesting.

Aside from the inherent mystique to being a Mandalorian in the galaxy of the time, when Mandalorians are rarely seen and mostly thought to be all but extinct, anyone who has worked with Beroya before will tell you that he is a man of few words, simple tastes, and generally indifferent to both the First Order and the Resistance.

He is a bounty hunter much like any other bounty hunter, and his knowledge of Jedi and the Force extends entirely to 'monk wizards that died, right?' and 'Force osik'.

So the lightsaber that hangs at his belt always, hidden beneath the cloak he wears, does not get much use, and remains unremarked upon by anyone who would care.

If you were to ask Kal'tra, because if you were close enough to get an actual answer you would have to be close enough to know his name, he would admit that he doesn't use it often.

This is one of the rare occasions that he has had to; there are some times that a 'saber is simply more effective than his beskad, such as when fighting off a trio of Besalisks that thought they'd put his armor to better use. He disagreed, and a fight broke out.

Now, Kal'tra is very good with a sword, but the Besalisks had been going for his helmet first, and that was absolutely not going to happen. A more efficient weapon was required.

And, he muses, staring at white plastoid armor, there are downsides to the 'saber as well, which is why he doesn't use it much; with the First Order around, it draws far too much attention, which he can hardly afford.

He barely hears the words 'Jedi! Blast him!' as he flees, using the side alleys and maze-like architecture of the mid-rim planet to his advantage. He can move much faster than most of his Clan; he has no doubt he can outrun a few Stormtroopers. Then he just has to lay low for a while.

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The first and second flails miss anything important, but the third nails him right on the hipbone, which hurts quite a bit. He hisses several uncomplimentary things about the officer's lineage and choice of career in Mando'a, half-hopping and half-stumbling back. This is why there aren't any sharp corners on the Shereshoy.

Ouch.

Okay. He'd intended to be as gentle and nonviolent as he could, because he has no idea if this kid has even held a blaster before, but now-

.... no, he still can't bring himself to actually hit her. Karking sith hells, when he was her age he'd have decked her and been done with it, maybe clobbered her with one of the many planks of wood laying around. He's getting soft in his old age.

It's a good thing Atin isn't here to see this. The vod would be so disappointed. He'd make that face and he wouldn't scold Kal'tra, no, but he'd sigh and do this little head shake and- and he's getting distracted.

Maybe he can just let her try and hit him until her 'troopers arrive, and then throw her at them? She's small enough he could probably do it. And unless she has a holdout blaster in her boot, which given her inexperience he doubts, then he doesn't think she's actually armed... ugh. Sith lord's saggy left testicle, why does his conscience have to be so damn loud at the worst times?

The man known as Beroya is, by all accounts, not that interesting.

Aside from the inherent mystique to being a Mandalorian in the galaxy of the time, when Mandalorians are rarely seen and mostly thought to be all but extinct, anyone who has worked with Beroya before will tell you that he is a man of few words, simple tastes, and generally indifferent to both the First Order and the Resistance.

He is a bounty hunter much like any other bounty hunter, and his knowledge of Jedi and the Force extends entirely to 'monk wizards that died, right?' and 'Force osik'.

So the lightsaber that hangs at his belt always, hidden beneath the cloak he wears, does not get much use, and remains unremarked upon by anyone who would care.

If you were to ask Kal'tra, because if you were close enough to get an actual answer you would have to be close enough to know his name, he would admit that he doesn't use it often.

This is one of the rare occasions that he has had to; there are some times that a 'saber is simply more effective than his beskad, such as when fighting off a trio of Besalisks that thought they'd put his armor to better use. He disagreed, and a fight broke out.

Now, Kal'tra is very good with a sword, but the Besalisks had been going for his helmet first, and that was absolutely not going to happen. A more efficient weapon was required.

And, he muses, staring at white plastoid armor, there are downsides to the 'saber as well, which is why he doesn't use it much; with the First Order around, it draws far too much attention, which he can hardly afford.

He barely hears the words 'Jedi! Blast him!' as he flees, using the side alleys and maze-like architecture of the mid-rim planet to his advantage. He can move much faster than most of his Clan; he has no doubt he can outrun a few Stormtroopers. Then he just has to lay low for a while.

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Once the officer is dealt with, he'll have to find some way of getting back to the Shereshoy and getting off-surface; he's pretty sure he can get the ship away from the planet and the system, she's a maneuverable little thing and he hadn't seen the imposing shadow of a Star Destroyer during his mad dash through the city, so there probably isn't any major deterrent to his escape once he's off the ground.

He just has to get to the ship first, which could be... interesting, now that the 'troopers are beginning to close in on his temporary hiding place. But he'll manage.

Footsteps.

Beroya is patient. He waits in his hiding place, listening closely to track where the officer moves. He'd already been very still, but he goes even more so when he hears another voice. How did someone else get in without- oh. Comm.

Well that's handy, he decides, and tilts onto the balls of his feet in anticipation as he hears her draw closer. She passes his hiding place, and he launches himself out, wrapping an arm around her throat. He feels momentarily bad about it- she's so damn young- but then he remembers the sorts of atrocities the First Order commits and doesn't feel particularly bad anymore.

Still; he does his best to choke her out quickly. No need to hurt her more than necessary, after all.

The man known as Beroya is, by all accounts, not that interesting.

Aside from the inherent mystique to being a Mandalorian in the galaxy of the time, when Mandalorians are rarely seen and mostly thought to be all but extinct, anyone who has worked with Beroya before will tell you that he is a man of few words, simple tastes, and generally indifferent to both the First Order and the Resistance.

He is a bounty hunter much like any other bounty hunter, and his knowledge of Jedi and the Force extends entirely to 'monk wizards that died, right?' and 'Force osik'.

So the lightsaber that hangs at his belt always, hidden beneath the cloak he wears, does not get much use, and remains unremarked upon by anyone who would care.

If you were to ask Kal'tra, because if you were close enough to get an actual answer you would have to be close enough to know his name, he would admit that he doesn't use it often.

This is one of the rare occasions that he has had to; there are some times that a 'saber is simply more effective than his beskad, such as when fighting off a trio of Besalisks that thought they'd put his armor to better use. He disagreed, and a fight broke out.

Now, Kal'tra is very good with a sword, but the Besalisks had been going for his helmet first, and that was absolutely not going to happen. A more efficient weapon was required.

And, he muses, staring at white plastoid armor, there are downsides to the 'saber as well, which is why he doesn't use it much; with the First Order around, it draws far too much attention, which he can hardly afford.

He barely hears the words 'Jedi! Blast him!' as he flees, using the side alleys and maze-like architecture of the mid-rim planet to his advantage. He can move much faster than most of his Clan; he has no doubt he can outrun a few Stormtroopers. Then he just has to lay low for a while.

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Now that he's been waiting for a minute or two with no sign of the young officer or the 'troopers, things besides 'danger danger danger' have started to filter in. Things like; his shoulder really karking hurts! It's more than likely just a bruise, but he rolls it with a muttered '...ow' all the same, just to check. It moves fine. Good; it won't impede his fighting.

Kal'tra doesn't really have a plan. He probably should have started with that, making the plan, but in fairness things were a little bit chaotic. Now he has a minute to breathe, he can start to analyze.

The officer didn't seem experienced, haring off after him like that, but she also seemed important, judging by the marks of rank the 'troopers had- at least, he thinks they had; he didn't get a good look- and how long they kept up for. He's not sure what that means, but it's almost definitely nothing he wants to mess with. (He's not actually entirely certain the officer is a woman, but the voice he heard yelling after him sounded feminine. He'll go with that until he's corrected.)

So, best bet is a distraction; if she has a comm or something, he can knock her out and leave her to be collected by her men. He can tell her 'troopers that he's waiting for a hand-off, their superior in exchange for a deal or something, but actually sneak past while they're headed to get her...

If she doesn't have a comm, well, that's trickier, but still workable. He'll just have to hack the in-bucket- helmet, in-helmet frequency that he knows most 'troopers use.

The door creaks open, and he stays very still behind the pile of crates he's chosen as cover. He'll wait for her to get closer before attacking, he decides, to try and catch her off-guard.

The man known as Beroya is, by all accounts, not that interesting.

Aside from the inherent mystique to being a Mandalorian in the galaxy of the time, when Mandalorians are rarely seen and mostly thought to be all but extinct, anyone who has worked with Beroya before will tell you that he is a man of few words, simple tastes, and generally indifferent to both the First Order and the Resistance.

He is a bounty hunter much like any other bounty hunter, and his knowledge of Jedi and the Force extends entirely to 'monk wizards that died, right?' and 'Force osik'.

So the lightsaber that hangs at his belt always, hidden beneath the cloak he wears, does not get much use, and remains unremarked upon by anyone who would care.

If you were to ask Kal'tra, because if you were close enough to get an actual answer you would have to be close enough to know his name, he would admit that he doesn't use it often.

This is one of the rare occasions that he has had to; there are some times that a 'saber is simply more effective than his beskad, such as when fighting off a trio of Besalisks that thought they'd put his armor to better use. He disagreed, and a fight broke out.

Now, Kal'tra is very good with a sword, but the Besalisks had been going for his helmet first, and that was absolutely not going to happen. A more efficient weapon was required.

And, he muses, staring at white plastoid armor, there are downsides to the 'saber as well, which is why he doesn't use it much; with the First Order around, it draws far too much attention, which he can hardly afford.

He barely hears the words 'Jedi! Blast him!' as he flees, using the side alleys and maze-like architecture of the mid-rim planet to his advantage. He can move much faster than most of his Clan; he has no doubt he can outrun a few Stormtroopers. Then he just has to lay low for a while.

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A glance behind him revealed that the stormtroopers had peeled off, no doubt to try and lock down the city. It wouldn't work, not with how few they were, but it's a passable effort.

His heart trips a little in his chest. Atin would be disappointed in the stromtrooper's training. He and his vod'e had always had very exacting standards for all manner of skirmishes... but this isn't the time to be thinking about his ori'vod. Not if he wants to keep focused.

The little officer is very determined, and he's starting to tire; there's only so long he can run before his armor becomes detrimental to his continued efforts. He's already losing height on his jumps, when he goes over an obstacle. Maybe it's time to turn this situation around instead?

He ducks around a corner and starts to look for ideal hunting grounds; there are a few likely candidates, but one massive building catches his eye. A warehouse?

When he tries the door, the inside is packed with rows upon rows of shipping crates, and the lighting is poor and patchy. Excellent.

Oya, he thinks to himself, and disappears inside, leaving the door temptingly open behind him.

The man known as Beroya is, by all accounts, not that interesting.

Aside from the inherent mystique to being a Mandalorian in the galaxy of the time, when Mandalorians are rarely seen and mostly thought to be all but extinct, anyone who has worked with Beroya before will tell you that he is a man of few words, simple tastes, and generally indifferent to both the First Order and the Resistance.

He is a bounty hunter much like any other bounty hunter, and his knowledge of Jedi and the Force extends entirely to 'monk wizards that died, right?' and 'Force osik'.

So the lightsaber that hangs at his belt always, hidden beneath the cloak he wears, does not get much use, and remains unremarked upon by anyone who would care.

If you were to ask Kal'tra, because if you were close enough to get an actual answer you would have to be close enough to know his name, he would admit that he doesn't use it often.

This is one of the rare occasions that he has had to; there are some times that a 'saber is simply more effective than his beskad, such as when fighting off a trio of Besalisks that thought they'd put his armor to better use. He disagreed, and a fight broke out.

Now, Kal'tra is very good with a sword, but the Besalisks had been going for his helmet first, and that was absolutely not going to happen. A more efficient weapon was required.

And, he muses, staring at white plastoid armor, there are downsides to the 'saber as well, which is why he doesn't use it much; with the First Order around, it draws far too much attention, which he can hardly afford.

He barely hears the words 'Jedi! Blast him!' as he flees, using the side alleys and maze-like architecture of the mid-rim planet to his advantage. He can move much faster than most of his Clan; he has no doubt he can outrun a few Stormtroopers. Then he just has to lay low for a while.

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This, Beroya thinks, is not ideal.

It's also not the worst situation he'd been in- the thing with the slime swamp and the massive, gooey tookas was pretty hard to beat, in terms of 'bad' and 'awful' and 'disgusting'- but it's definitely. Hm.

Not ideal. He'll leave it at that.

Left, left, right, left, down, under that bridge, left, up-and-right, oops that's a closed door-

He collides shoulder-first with a solid durasteel door, because much as he had tried to skid to a stop it hadn't really worked. Something in his shoulder crunches, but it's not dislocated and no bones are broken so it can wait. He keeps running. There's probably a dent in the door now, he'll go back and apologize later, maybe, if there's time.

For now he pauses in an intersection, secure enough in his head start to take a moment to get his bearings. Most of the troopers have fallen back, but there's a single woman in officer's dress that's almost keeping up with him, so he can't head for the Shereshoy yet; he has to lose his pursuers first.

Kal'tra breathes, and he has a few seconds before he'll need to move again, and it might be better to head for the inner city- no, something in the back of his mind says, city outskirts.

So he turns right and keeps running, even as the streets become less busy and the buildings gradually further apart.

The man known as Beroya is, by all accounts, not that interesting.

Aside from the inherent mystique to being a Mandalorian in the galaxy of the time, when Mandalorians are rarely seen and mostly thought to be all but extinct, anyone who has worked with Beroya before will tell you that he is a man of few words, simple tastes, and generally indifferent to both the First Order and the Resistance.

He is a bounty hunter much like any other bounty hunter, and his knowledge of Jedi and the Force extends entirely to 'monk wizards that died, right?' and 'Force osik'.

So the lightsaber that hangs at his belt always, hidden beneath the cloak he wears, does not get much use, and remains unremarked upon by anyone who would care.

If you were to ask Kal'tra, because if you were close enough to get an actual answer you would have to be close enough to know his name, he would admit that he doesn't use it often.

This is one of the rare occasions that he has had to; there are some times that a 'saber is simply more effective than his beskad, such as when fighting off a trio of Besalisks that thought they'd put his armor to better use. He disagreed, and a fight broke out.

Now, Kal'tra is very good with a sword, but the Besalisks had been going for his helmet first, and that was absolutely not going to happen. A more efficient weapon was required.

And, he muses, staring at white plastoid armor, there are downsides to the 'saber as well, which is why he doesn't use it much; with the First Order around, it draws far too much attention, which he can hardly afford.

He barely hears the words 'Jedi! Blast him!' as he flees, using the side alleys and maze-like architecture of the mid-rim planet to his advantage. He can move much faster than most of his Clan; he has no doubt he can outrun a few Stormtroopers. Then he just has to lay low for a while.

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The man known as Beroya is, by all accounts, not that interesting.

Aside from the inherent mystique to being a Mandalorian in the galaxy of the time, when Mandalorians are rarely seen and mostly thought to be all but extinct, anyone who has worked with Beroya before will tell you that he is a man of few words, simple tastes, and generally indifferent to both the First Order and the Resistance.

He is a bounty hunter much like any other bounty hunter, and his knowledge of Jedi and the Force extends entirely to 'monk wizards that died, right?' and 'Force osik'.

So the lightsaber that hangs at his belt always, hidden beneath the cloak he wears, does not get much use, and remains unremarked upon by anyone who would care.

If you were to ask Kal'tra, because if you were close enough to get an actual answer you would have to be close enough to know his name, he would admit that he doesn't use it often.

This is one of the rare occasions that he has had to; there are some times that a 'saber is simply more effective than his beskad, such as when fighting off a trio of Besalisks that thought they'd put his armor to better use. He disagreed, and a fight broke out.

Now, Kal'tra is very good with a sword, but the Besalisks had been going for his helmet first, and that was absolutely not going to happen. A more efficient weapon was required.

And, he muses, staring at white plastoid armor, there are downsides to the 'saber as well, which is why he doesn't use it much; with the First Order around, it draws far too much attention, which he can hardly afford.

He barely hears the words 'Jedi! Blast him!' as he flees, using the side alleys and maze-like architecture of the mid-rim planet to his advantage. He can move much faster than most of his Clan; he has no doubt he can outrun a few Stormtroopers. Then he just has to lay low for a while.

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Kal'tra Norac

Basics

Species; Human Gender; Male, he/him Age; 51 (ish) Force Sensitive? Yes

Appearance

Height; 6'0" Skin Tone; Faded tan Tattoos/Scars; Being a Mandalorian, he has his share of scars. The most prominent one is the massive burn across his ribs. Many of the others are noteworthy in either size or prominence, but none share the depth of trauma that one does. As for tattoos, he has a few, but no big ones; a small star on the side of his neck, a ring around his bicep of the Resol'nare, and a little mythosaur skull on the back of his left hand. Eyes; Very dark brown. Hair; Also dark brown, slowly going grey. Posture; You know those old-timey Westerns with the sheriffs that stand with one hip cocked and one hand on their holster? It's like that. Think 'cowboy'. Dress; Mandalorian armor. The chest and backplates, helmet, left pauldron, and bracers are all beskar. The rest is plain metal. It's painted primarily black (for justice), with the beskar pauldron left silver/grey (for mourning), a dark forest green as a secondary color (for duty), and gold accents (for vengeance). Also, a short cloak of faded grey fabric, with a hood. Weapons/Tools; Aside from a pair of blasters and his inherited(?) saber, he also has a grappling hook, bracer-mounted crossbow, a solid dozen knives (not including throwing knives), an extendable sword in his boot, two different backup blasters, a bracer-mounted tazer, and a jetpack. Plus a dozen more details in his armor and undersuit that could make decent shivs in a pinch.

Attitude

Personality; As long as you're sticking to the topic of hiring him, he's calm and direct. He doesn't take shit but he won't give it either, usually. In casual conversation, he's pretty chill, if a man of few words. If he's pissed off, he turns into ice; very still, very quiet, very cold. Generally, he tries to be a decent sort, but the long and short of it is his Clan needs to be fed, and he'll do what he needs to do in order to get the credits he needs to do that. Likes; Animals, especially tookas. Would have one if they didn't cost credits he can give to his Clan. Enjoys word games- not the ones where you talk, but like. Space Scrabble. If he's home, sometimes he'll sit down for a while and end up in a pile of foundlings, and this is his most favorite thing ever because it reassures him his Clan is happy and safe, which is all he wants out of life. Dislikes; The Empire, the First Order, the Jedi, the Republic- basically any authority. A little fond of the Rebellion, but mostly because several of his Clan were involved in it in some way, and ends up disliking them when they become/merge with the New Republic. Hates, hates, hates the paperwork that comes with having a registered ship, and a bounty-hunting license, and a 'religious exemption' for having his weapons in most cities, and, and, and.... the stuff is endless. Give him an entire krayt dragon over paperwork, any day. Strengths; Excellent at keeping secrets. He's a very good shot and very skilled in improvised weaponry and hand to hand. Basically, he's best in a fight. He knows how to make the battlefield work for him, and uses it to his advantage frequently. Weaknesses; Excellent at keeping secrets. This includes from people that probably actually should know them. While he's great in a fight, his social skills are... somewhat lacking, and he has about as much charm as a dented left pauldron. He also tends to be brutally honest. If kids are in danger, he will drop whatever else he was doing to help them, which means, unfortunately, that several rivals have used kids as bait. They get what's coming to them.

Other

Ship; The Shereshoy Crew; None Droid(s); 3T-T3, "Ettie", a pit droid head with thrusters attached so she can float. He rescued her from the junk heap on some backwater planet. Color(s); Charcoal and gold.

Force

Rank; N/A Force Side; Light? Saber(s); One, yellow single-blade, Oracle hilt. When the Jedi that was supposed to take him to the Temple was killed, Kal'tra took the saber from his body, like the Force said he should. He's kept it ever since. It's not his, not really, but he can't let it go, either. Master; N/A Padawan; N/A Company; N/A Company Color(s); N/A Commander; N/A Troops; N/A

Skills

Force Skills; Minimal to none. Mostly it just gives him faster reaction time, better instincts, a hint of trouble before trouble happens. Sometimes, very rarely, a vision. Saber Skills; Uhhh. Poor? He's not very practiced with it. He keeps expecting it to have weight that it doesn't have, because he's more used to swords. It takes him a few swings, but usually he can get used to it enough to defend himself in a fight. Can't deflect blaster bolts or anything fancy, though. Other Skills; He's actually a very good cook. Years of working with what he had, making things that should taste like shit taste at least bearable, and using things that are probably only just safe for consumption means that he's very experienced in getting the best flavors out of what he's making. Just don't ask him to bake. He's not great at that.

Kal'tra Norac, as created in artbreeder.

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// what the fuck am i supposed to do with this. i- 

His surroundings blur past, only glimpses as he runs, dodging blaster fire and the occasional falling boulder. These are some very determined droids; he’s already run the full way around this city twice.  He doesn’t understand why they’re still after him. He’s already told them he’s no Jedi. 

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Turning back to her, he tilts his head, and considers his next move. His men have packed up as many crystals as they can carry, and he quietly asks them to help the other troopers up. 

“You’ve a ship, haven’t you? You must have, to get here. Where is it?” He’s tempted to mention that she looks cold, but he refrains; if necessary he can point it out if she refuses to point him towards it. There’s no point in them freezing to death here, after all. 

Ilum is cold, always. It’s a frozen planet, practically all the way to the core, and even when the sun is up it’s far too easy to become one of the many frozen corpses in the icy landscape. 

In the ruins of the ancient Jedi Temple that once called the planet home, there are many hidden secrets. The deceptively sparse caves hide thousands upon thousands upon thousands of shimmering Kyber crystals, to say nothing of whatever Jedi secrets may hide within them. 

And, in one cave, long-forgotten, a relic of the ages, stand eleven carbon-frozen figures, watching over the caves of Ilum in an eternal, unseeing vigil. 

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Shrugging, he glances to the side. “Any of you ever been to Tatooine? There’s entire cities carved out of the rock faces. Our lightsabers are just the sort of tool that might allow us to do something similar for the refugees. The caves around here aren’t stable, but we could make our own, if we’re careful.” 

He’s so busy thinking about how it would work, considering the logistics of it, that he doesn’t notice his slip of the tongue. He’s usually more alert, but in fairness to him, he’s never been around so many other Jedi- baby Jedi, at that- at once. 

The children, the same two that have really attached themselves to him, creep up behind him and cling to his legs. One of them wanders around him, poking at anything that seems interesting nearby, whether that be crates, tents, or supplies. 

Aya and Depa Billaba stood outside the spaceport a little shuttle with several Jedi was ready to depart. The newly knighted Aya was off to Ryloth to help the planet's people. Aya was nervous regardless she'd never been so far away from her mother before. Depa sensed that Aya was nervous and hugged her daughter ignoring Aya's protests.

Aya stopped protesting and hugged her mother back "I'm going to miss you so much." Depa smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind Aya's ear "I am so proud of you my dear. I know you're nervous I was when I first left the temple but you will be fine we will keep in touch." A light honk sounded from the shuttle that meant it was time to leave.

Aya started to head towards the shuttle but soon turned around to give her mother one more hug. Depa kissed Aya's head "I love you" she whispered "I love you too mother" Aya whispered back. She climbed onto the shuttle and looked out the viewport to see her mother wave. Aya waved back and put her hood up taking a seat next to the other jedi.

They all chattered excitedly while she remained quiet, she closed her eyes to take a nap. After several restless cycles she could finally see the planet Ryloth finally they were here. Aya nearly jumped off the shuttle to look around this was going to be her home for a while.

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Raising an eyebrow, he blinks, reaching for his inner calm and only partially succeeding. “They are alive. I can’t-” he has to stop, breathe, suppress the tremor that wants to make it’s way into his voice. “I can’t kill them. I suppose I could kill you, but I won’t. It isn’t the Jedi way.” 

Turning away from her- he’s not really worried about what she could do to him, not with his vod’e around him and how her anxiety is still almost palpable in the air. He sighs. “Everything I knew is gone. I don’t know what happened, but I do know that the Jedi were no traitors. I intend to find out the truth.” And topple this First Order, but she doesn’t need to know that. 

Ilum is cold, always. It’s a frozen planet, practically all the way to the core, and even when the sun is up it’s far too easy to become one of the many frozen corpses in the icy landscape. 

In the ruins of the ancient Jedi Temple that once called the planet home, there are many hidden secrets. The deceptively sparse caves hide thousands upon thousands upon thousands of shimmering Kyber crystals, to say nothing of whatever Jedi secrets may hide within them. 

And, in one cave, long-forgotten, a relic of the ages, stand eleven carbon-frozen figures, watching over the caves of Ilum in an eternal, unseeing vigil. 

Starter for @ayanarjus-astanerthus

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Corran Tsebate

Basics

Species; Human? He was born in Wild Space and nobody really knows and he doesn’t remember, so Gender; Male, he/him Age; 30 Force-sensitive? No

Appearance

Height; 6′0″ Skin Tone; Tan Tattoos/Scars; A tattoo of some sort of unknown writing that runs from his temple over his eye and stops at his mouth Eyes; Brown, almost black Hair; Black, wavy Posture; Slouched, sometimes with a stiff spine and shoulders back (usually when he’s angry) Dress; Simple shirt, spacer’s pants, leather jacket and a set of podracer goggles. Also really fancy combat boots.  Weapons/Tools; A blaster and some flashbangs; he’s not super focused on weapons. Most of his tinkering goes to his ship. 

Attitude

Personality; He’s pretty calm, and tends to want to see both sides of something before giving his opinion on it. He prefers to act confident and laid-back but there’s always a vaguely hunted air underneath, like he’s running from something.  Likes/Dislikes; He enjoys adding to and tending his collection of books- the kind made of actual flimsi- that he keeps in his cabin. He also makes a hobby out of growing plants, and he loves the life they bring to an otherwise gloomy ship. He hates swimming, mostly because he can’t, and he doesn’t like people being right behind him.  Strengths/Weaknesses; While he’s good at nurturing things, plants, animals, and people alike, and would have made a better healer than a smuggler, there’s something deep in his mind that refuses to let him stay in one place for too long, and drives him to be constantly on the move. Not a great thing for someone that would do better setting down roots someplace. 

Other

Droid(s); Baska, an old R2 unit that doesn’t remember anything before Corran found her buried in the sand on Tatooine Ship; the Dancing Star Crew; None Color(s); Earth tones, with some vivid turquoise thrown in

Occupation; Smuggler Side of the war; Tries to stay neutral

[ Massimiliano Neri ]

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He listens to her stomp off, and shrugs. The kids give him a weird look, but when he smiles at them they smile back, and he doesn’t sense any distress, so he figures they’re fine. 

He’s.... surprisingly fine, too. The ball of emotions-he-doesn’t-understand is gone, and all he feels is surprisingly aloof. Concerned for the baby Jedi, yes, and her peers, and for the refugees, but the guilt that’s been plagueing him is gone. And good riddance to it, he thinks. 

Now all he has to do is figure out how to provide more stable housing for the refugees.  Well, now’s as good a time as any to talk to the Jedi about carving into the cliffs, he supposes. It’s not like there’s much more to do in regards to healing the refugees. With this in mind, he goes and- lucky him- finds them already in a huddle discussing what to do. 

“I might have an idea,” he comments in a pause of their conversation, leaning against the pole of one of the sturdier tents and crossing his arms. 

Aya and Depa Billaba stood outside the spaceport a little shuttle with several Jedi was ready to depart. The newly knighted Aya was off to Ryloth to help the planet's people. Aya was nervous regardless she'd never been so far away from her mother before. Depa sensed that Aya was nervous and hugged her daughter ignoring Aya's protests.

Aya stopped protesting and hugged her mother back "I'm going to miss you so much." Depa smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind Aya's ear "I am so proud of you my dear. I know you're nervous I was when I first left the temple but you will be fine we will keep in touch." A light honk sounded from the shuttle that meant it was time to leave.

Aya started to head towards the shuttle but soon turned around to give her mother one more hug. Depa kissed Aya's head "I love you" she whispered "I love you too mother" Aya whispered back. She climbed onto the shuttle and looked out the viewport to see her mother wave. Aya waved back and put her hood up taking a seat next to the other jedi.

They all chattered excitedly while she remained quiet, she closed her eyes to take a nap. After several restless cycles she could finally see the planet Ryloth finally they were here. Aya nearly jumped off the shuttle to look around this was going to be her home for a while.

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Watching the other Jedi leave and go about their business, he shrugs. “Suit yourself. But healing is a lot easier on a full stomach, whether you’re hungry or not.” He continues to eat leisurely, apparently unconcerned with the distinctly irritable air that Aya was projecting. 

Both children look uncertainly between him and the Jedi. He pats one’s head uncertainly, because he doesn’t want them to be afraid, and gets bit for the trouble. Gently, yes, but he takes the hint and returns to his food. 

The refugees will need more than their tents and ramshackle huts to survive for long out here. It’s not safe to go back to their villages yet, so that’s not an option. And the caves aren’t, either, that’s for certain. Perhaps he should explore a little further down the canyon. If nothing else, he vaguely remembers that a settlement on Tatooine that carved homes out of canyon walls. It’ll take longer, but hopefully easier with the Jedi’s lightsabers, if he can get them to agree...

Aya and Depa Billaba stood outside the spaceport a little shuttle with several Jedi was ready to depart. The newly knighted Aya was off to Ryloth to help the planet's people. Aya was nervous regardless she'd never been so far away from her mother before. Depa sensed that Aya was nervous and hugged her daughter ignoring Aya's protests.

Aya stopped protesting and hugged her mother back "I'm going to miss you so much." Depa smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind Aya's ear "I am so proud of you my dear. I know you're nervous I was when I first left the temple but you will be fine we will keep in touch." A light honk sounded from the shuttle that meant it was time to leave.

Aya started to head towards the shuttle but soon turned around to give her mother one more hug. Depa kissed Aya's head "I love you" she whispered "I love you too mother" Aya whispered back. She climbed onto the shuttle and looked out the viewport to see her mother wave. Aya waved back and put her hood up taking a seat next to the other jedi.

They all chattered excitedly while she remained quiet, she closed her eyes to take a nap. After several restless cycles she could finally see the planet Ryloth finally they were here. Aya nearly jumped off the shuttle to look around this was going to be her home for a while.

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Soralan hadn’t exactly slept, but he’d meditated for a good few hours, so he’s feeling better than he had been yesterday. Technically it isn’t proper sleep, but he knows if he tried that he’d just have nightmares, and then he wouldn’t even be a little rested. 

He’s passing by with a group of children that are chattering excitedly about something that he can’t follow- he thinks something to do with rocks and catapults?- when he sees the baby Jedi picking at her food. He frowns. 

It doesn’t take long to gather some more, two bowls of stew that he doesn’t want to know the contents of but tastes excellent. He slides into a seat across from Aya and sets one of the bowls down in front of her, ignoring the two little ones that settle against his legs, eating their own food. 

“You should eat,” he says simply, beginning to do just that himself. 

Aya and Depa Billaba stood outside the spaceport a little shuttle with several Jedi was ready to depart. The newly knighted Aya was off to Ryloth to help the planet's people. Aya was nervous regardless she'd never been so far away from her mother before. Depa sensed that Aya was nervous and hugged her daughter ignoring Aya's protests.

Aya stopped protesting and hugged her mother back "I'm going to miss you so much." Depa smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind Aya's ear "I am so proud of you my dear. I know you're nervous I was when I first left the temple but you will be fine we will keep in touch." A light honk sounded from the shuttle that meant it was time to leave.

Aya started to head towards the shuttle but soon turned around to give her mother one more hug. Depa kissed Aya's head "I love you" she whispered "I love you too mother" Aya whispered back. She climbed onto the shuttle and looked out the viewport to see her mother wave. Aya waved back and put her hood up taking a seat next to the other jedi.

They all chattered excitedly while she remained quiet, she closed her eyes to take a nap. After several restless cycles she could finally see the planet Ryloth finally they were here. Aya nearly jumped off the shuttle to look around this was going to be her home for a while.

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“I’m not one of you!” he yells after her, and then shakes his head. Baby Jedi. This is why he stays away from their Order; they tend to focus on helping so much that they forget it’s not always the best thing to do. Sometimes people need to help themselves, and sometimes they really don’t need help, and any attempts to help are just making things worse. 

But that’s just him stewing in a bad mood. He would feel bad about upsetting the Jedi, but he believes that it’s something she needs to hear- and better to hear it now, from someone she doesn’t know and won’t destroy a friendship with, than further along in the war, when it might get people killed.  He hates that it’s necessary. He wishes that she could live in peacetime, when she would be sent on missions where that intense drive to help would be actually helpful. But those are just wishes, and there’s a war for him to clean up after. He can’t just sit in the dirt and daydream. 

Nodding firmly to himself, he stands up, and makes his way back to the camp. 

Aya and Depa Billaba stood outside the spaceport a little shuttle with several Jedi was ready to depart. The newly knighted Aya was off to Ryloth to help the planet's people. Aya was nervous regardless she'd never been so far away from her mother before. Depa sensed that Aya was nervous and hugged her daughter ignoring Aya's protests.

Aya stopped protesting and hugged her mother back "I'm going to miss you so much." Depa smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind Aya's ear "I am so proud of you my dear. I know you're nervous I was when I first left the temple but you will be fine we will keep in touch." A light honk sounded from the shuttle that meant it was time to leave.

Aya started to head towards the shuttle but soon turned around to give her mother one more hug. Depa kissed Aya's head "I love you" she whispered "I love you too mother" Aya whispered back. She climbed onto the shuttle and looked out the viewport to see her mother wave. Aya waved back and put her hood up taking a seat next to the other jedi.

They all chattered excitedly while she remained quiet, she closed her eyes to take a nap. After several restless cycles she could finally see the planet Ryloth finally they were here. Aya nearly jumped off the shuttle to look around this was going to be her home for a while.

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