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anakin. 

It was because she was younger, he decided. She was younger and shorter and his best friend and he didn’t want to hurt her. It wasn’t because he liked holding onto her hand or liked her more then as his best friend. It couldn’t be that, he thought. Second Nature?No way was he that bad.‘Tahiri.’ He echoed, ‘I give my all. Just not in sparring. ’

She knew he didn’t treat her like everyone else around, but she simply chooses to ignore it. It didn’t bother her, mostly because he was her best friend, the great and valiant Solo, and him even offering to spar with her was enough for her. On the other hand...  “You know sparring is supposed to help you? If you don’t give it your all then you’re only going to get worse and then the rest of us are going to swoop right under you and be better swordsman than you. But okay, whatever you say.” She concedes with a short nod. 

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sheepishly just waltzing back over here as if i haven't been gone for two weeks..

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sariah.

Seeing the older woman she stopped in her place her scarlet locks that were held up in a ponytail swayed side to side. Every part of her wanted to attack but internally her heart said not to. That attacking one immediately without being threatened was not the Jedi way.

“Of course it’s unexpected. I’m here on my own accord. I’m not here on behalf of the council.” She stated crossing her own arms across her chest. Still she could not lose her temper in this situation. “I didn’t exactly let anyone know where I was heading either.”

✰ —— "Well.." Tahiri replies, with a tilt of her head. “Why would that be?” She questions, though fairly certain she already knew the answer. Jedi typically didn’t stroll off on their own because they wanted to tour the planet. Sariah probably had bigger ideas in mind, and she was going to find out what they were, stop those silly ideas running around in her head, and convince her that it’s in her best interest to help her. She keeps her tone soft, as if showing concern.  “In my experience, running off on your own isn’t exactly the best of plans, especially if you don’t tell anyone where you’re going. What if you got into trouble? No one would be there to help you.” 

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ben.

‘Now don’t go giving away all of Dad’s secrets. ’ He’s smiling then, and he honestly couldn’t see it possible. He knew Luke Skywalker was a great fighter,one of the best, but that seemed such an odd picture to imagine. He couldn’t help finding it amusing. He tries to keep his voice straight as he speaks again. ‘It’s a secret for a reason.’

She chuckles, a matching smile as she does so. “Fear not, young Ben.” She says in a mock serious tone, though any level of seriousness was difficult to be spoken with such an image being pushed into her mind. She had seen Master Skywalker in action, he didn’t need to resort to average attacks to win a battle, but the thought was enough to bring a light mood to hand. “I’m pretty good with secrets.” She nods twice, a reassurance attempt.

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There’s a nod of acknowledgement, as she isn’t sure what reply to give the girl. The presence of her father was unmistakable. Jacen’s daughter shone much like her parents, Tahiri was certain that what she knew of them would be swimming with pride, only based on her limited knowledge of Allana.  Prior to this, she had never had the courage to meet with her, not since the end of the war so long ago. She remains silent for far too long, only offering a smile in return. “Of course, but you have no reason to thank me.” 

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‘Thank you. ’ She felt a lot of guilt when she thought of him, the people had he screwed over..—Ben was another story. Ben had helped her out in training, he was like a brother to her, Tahiri on the other hand,—was almost a stranger, and her father’s old apprentice. 

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jaina.

“I’m glad something I’m doing is at least helping a little,” she said with a soft chuckle. She just hoped she deserved Tahiri’s confidence and that she could actually manage to do something to help her. There was always Jag. He could probably have some influence. Jaina made a face at the thought. She didn’t want him to hold it over her head though, which he no doubt would. She sighed softly and ran a hand through her dark hair. But if that was the only way to help her friend, then she’d do it and damn the consequences. “I know someone who might have some influence over the council,” she commented.

She offers a smile in return to Jaina's words, a vocal response not seeming to do justice for how much she truly appreciated the support; there was still a flicker in the back of her mind that made her think she didn't deserve it, at least not from Jaina, who had lost so much. Listening curiously to her words, she chews the side of her thumbnail, and the pondering of her statement began. She needed help, the more beings that were her side of the line was going to be better, the more likely it would be for her to make things right. But was Jaina’s comment soaked with a dubious feeling, or was it something the blonde had imagined? She wondered momentarily if she shouldn’t press it, though her curiosity ended getting the better of her. “Really?” She drops her hand to her lap, straightening herself slightly, as if the way she was holding herself would improve her hearing. “Who would that be?” 

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‘And how would you put it?’ She reminds him of Ventress, in a way. Dooku’s old apprentice that he had tossed away like she was nothing. Maybe, Anakin thought, he had found the new one. She seemed younger and a lot easier to hide then a dathomirian like His old apprentices. Although older then he was, he had a sinking feeling she would hold the same challenge Assajj had.

Not that it mattered,in the end.

Anakin Skywalker tilted his head to the side, watching her,his lightsaber held activated in his hand. The dark presence was reminiscent of Ventress as well, though there was something else. Something that made him hesitate. She hadn’t been this way for long, evident by the eyes and the complete lack of degradation.

What was the best way to phrase it? He posed an excellent question. Saying ‘yep, i’m out to locate the jedi’s secret base for Lord Caedus' just didn’t seem to be right, however accurate it was. Instead,  she simply asks “Do I seem hard to find? If the Jedi are looking for me, they aren’t doing a good job. At least they’re a lot better at hiding than they are finding.” She adds her last words with a vaguely amused chuckle, but stops talking long enough to shrug and catch a breath. 

“Besides, I highly doubt they would be foolish enough to just waltz in here from wherever they are to find me. Though I wouldn’t complain if they did. Maybe they sent you.”  She nods to his lightsaber, still keeping her hand hesitantly in place to draw her weapon if needed. “You know where they are?”

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✰ —— She watched from a safe distance as the familiar girl descented from her ship, towards the very place Tahiri stood, arms crossed her chest with a curious expression on her features. She turns abruptly on her heel, full intentions to greet the ( unwanted ) visitor.  Sariah had no business being here, at least no good business, as far as she was concerned.  But as she walks, her blonde hair bounce just slightly, away from her face and framing it to perfectly showcase the devious smirk that begins to take form in place of the confusion wearing only moments ago. A plan had begun to form, an almost too perfect plan. This new visitor seemed like the perfect place to start — After all, Sariah is the daughter of Skywaker.  “Sariah.” She greets, curtly. “What an....” She licks her lip, likely a notion of pondering the proper words to address the situation. “Unexpected pleasure.” 

The little girl you knew is gone (closed RP)

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She knew that this had to be the third maybe even fourth planet she had been to. She was a woman desperate for answers. She needed answers, needed the forbidden knowledge. Dourmond Kaas didn’t have all the answers or knowledge she desperate sought after for. Neither did Koribban, which she went behind her father’s back to obtain those cordinates. Exhaling she landed after gaining permission to land. A sharp exhale escaped her lips.

Once she had landed she grabbed her saber placing it inside the inner folds of her ribbed leather jacket. For one she didn’t dress like the average Jedi. She dressed in clothing that snug tight to her skin for a less restricted movement like the traditional robes had done so with her in the past. Just because she wasn’t dressed like a Jedi it didn’t mean she wasn’t going to watch her back. She was especially being on a planet like this.

Her azure irises glanced around taking in her surroundings after she had walked down the boarding ramp and stepped foot on to the planet’s surface. Her scarlet locks were pushed back into a tight ponytail as she moved forward toward the structure she saw ahead. Still what was she to expect? Even if there was a potential for sith to be here she was more knowledgeable of their tactics. Still she was desperate to stop Caedus. Even if she was told by the council to let go of her anger and grief , she couldn’t not yet at least.

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anakin.

And then she was laughing at him, and he guessed he deserved it. The sound caused him to smile; standing up fully and offering his hand to pull her up. At least he wouldn’t have to go through another embarrassing sparring session with the twins again. Not that he didn’t love them, but honestly.

‘Easy?when have I gone easy on you?’ He supposed he did, a little more then he should,  but that was completely accidental. He knew she could handle herself and a lot of times people got hurt in sparring sessions, he just put a little extra care behind not hurting her and focusing mainly on the blade on blade part.

She takes his hand, grateful for the assistance to help pull herself off the ground; After all sitting for extended periods of time ( in this instance she thinks it was a few hours ), one would inevitably become stiff legged. Her free hand is pushed to the ground to offer further support as she pulls herself into a standing position, her eyes rolling at his words while she does so. “Anakin,” she makes sure to put an emphasis on his name, and her head shakes once. “It almost seems like your seconds nature is to not give it your all. I know you can do better than what you show me, and you don’t fool me one bit.” 

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A quick and easy plotting guide

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   ✰   —— STARTER CALL    !! go ahead and like this post for a random (medium length ?) starter type thing

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✰ —— Her eyes drop to the ignited blade in his hand, and hand hangs loosely over where her own weapon rests. His words ring vaguely true to her ears in an odd sense. Surely the Jedi want her, or rather, they want to rid her and Caedus of their power, but Tahiri wasn’t hiding from them. She was looking for them.And their location. That was her goal, her mission. 

She doesn’t answer right away, she allows herself a moment to look over her visitor. His presence is familiar, like she’d passed him in a hallway once or twice, but she isn’t able to place it. Her time at the academy seemed like ages ago, and the way he spoke and the way he held himself (  and the lightsaber was a dead give away  ), she was sure he was a Jedi himself, and he seemed DETERMINED. She smirks, flat toned and comes up with a reply. “That isn’t exactly how I would put it.” 

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He doesn’t know what makes him do it, but the lightsaber he had sheathed at his waist is in his hand, and he can tell, tell that shadow around her was something dark. Something that reminded him of the Sith the Jedi had been looking for. If he could get to her and anyone like her, then maybe, just maybe they would see his worth,maybe, his wife would finally be safe.The future was a stream of maybes and all he knew was he couldn’t let her out of his sight.

‘It’s you the Jedi have been looking for,isn’t it?’