Children of The Force: Misadventures On Ossus [Paddy Pack]

[Briana Sal-Soren]

Early Morning | Ossus ​

She'd found it earlier on that week and Briana could hardly believe her luck.

Cutting away vines of thick foliage and plant growth had uncovered a black and metallic wreckage with a tarnished triangular cabin that was large enough to fit at least three passengers comfortably. There were two out of three wings, with one of them found a little less than a mile out, but even before she'd found the last wing, Briana knew exactly what she was looking at. A crashed T-23 skyhopper with unmistakable Sith Empire markings on its hull. After checking for any remains and not finding any bones, Briana decided she was going to salvage it.

Restoring the hopper had been a pet project for the young Sal-Soren, spending many nights, and several hours, pouring all her energy into mending the engines, checking its integrity, running numerous diagnostics, and delving into her stash of spare parts to replace the rotted fuel lines and fix the wing panel. Fondly she remembered the hours spent with her father, tinkering away with the Set to keep the subsystems running in peak-condition - or as close to peak-condition as they could get.

The memory prompted a contented smile to ghost across her rosebud lips.

Today was the day she hoped the restored hopper might take her maiden flight and she wanted to share that experience with those she'd begun to consider good friends.

| Hey nerds, there's something I've been working on that I think you guys are going to like. Follow the coordinates I'm sending to your datapads. If someone can, wrangle up Teru and help him get out here, too. And Iris? Bring your paints. |
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Once the message and the directions on how to find her were sent, the commlink was carefully tucked into the back pocket of her denim shorts.

Running her calloused, blistered hands along the side of the hopper, Briana sighed happily through her nose and leaned back, proudly beaming at the fruit of her labors.

Justice Lesan | Iris Arani | Arlo Renard | Teru Challo | Cybelle Elyance ​

 

[Teru Challo]

His room was near dark, comfortably so as the harp sang in his hands. Eye cover set aside for the moment as pale gold orbs watched the fuzzy and dim world in front of him. Barely able to tell apart the pale blue of his hands against the shimmering silver of the harp in his lap.

The sharp colors of the world through the Force were nothing compared to the soft tones when he could actually let his eyes see.

Music would fill the hallway and reach out to whoever was coming to get him as he quietly plucked strings and swayed to the tune that came naturally in the moment. The message sent by Bri had been heard, a smile finding its way to his features as he sat and gathered his thoughts before leaving the room.

The earthy tone of his robe blended with the Spacer Leather attire he had on beneath them, shoes already slipped on in preparation for the coming trip. It felt nice to be included, and he was excited for whatever was to be shared.

Even if he didn't understand where he had picked up being a nerd.

Briana Sal-Soren Iris Arani Arlo Renard Justice Lesan (can't tag cybelle for some reason on mobile)

 

[Iris Arani]

Painting had never been more difficult. Iris slowly flexed her fingers, staring at the missing section of her left hand with a deep, deep frown. The cracked skin looked like it should hurt, but it didn't. Not any more at least. The issue now was she liked to use both hands to paint. Be it with can, brush, or pencil she swapped hands. It was amazing how much she actually needed her pinky to keep it steady.

Once more she'd ruined the flow she was in. The painting before her was a mismatch of different colors, swirling and flowing as ever. But a harshness from where her brush had fallen from her grasp interrupted it all. It was.. Disheartening. She gripped over the scar, closing her eyes.

| Hey nerds, there's something I've been working on that I think you guys are going to like. Follow the coordinates I'm sending to your datapads. If someone can, wrangle up Teru and help him get out here, too. And Iris? Bring your paints. |

Iris blinked, turning her gaze towards her datapad as the message came through. Well. That sounded better than fretting over what was lost. The padawan got up and snatched her datapand, her pack of spray paints, and Domxite before heading to the door to go meet up with Briana Sal-Soren . Maybe this was the distraction she needed.

Teru Challo | Arlo Renard | Justice Lesan | @Cybelle (Weird can't either)

 

[Justice Lesan]

Hey nerds…

Justice did not need to read the rest of the message to know that Briana had just sent something on the group chat. It was frequent enough that the young Lesan decided she needed a custom chime in his datapad. The girl was always on the go. There was always something she was finding, deciphering, a puzzle or mystery she was solving. In this case it seemed to be a project she’d been working on for some time. Naturally Justice knew nothing about it and had to find out when everyone else did. He was quick in his attempts to slow her down, but she was far too Corellian for her own good.

|Nerds… really!?! Share your location… still out on my run.|

Justice tucked the personal device back into the elastic band he used to keep the device in place while out and about. Jedi had been around for millennia and they still did not have pockets. That was going to change if he ever was in charge.

When he got Bri’s location, the brown haired padawan started for her direction.

“This had better be good,” he muttered under his breath.

He really hoped it was worth the detour and change of his morning routine.

 

[Vizion Trozky]

LOCATION: Ossus - The Jedi Praxeum - Living Quarters
TIME: Sunrise
TAGS: Briana Sal-Soren | Justice Lesan | Teru Challo | Iris Arani | Arlo Renard

He usually kept the group chat muted, such that the notifications were visual, only, and he wouldn't have seen this morning's missive if not for the fact that this was a day off... insofar as Jedi had those. No classes, early morning or otherwise, for him to sit in on today since they had to allow for his own continued training and development, which Merrick provided for via holomessages, or fresh data packets for the high-capacity datacron when they weren't in the same area for extended periods of time.

Sometimes this was an actual lesson, sometimes instructions, or directing him to another Jedi as a resource where Merrick's knowledge didn't cover in areas that Viz appeared to have aptitude for.

| Hey nerds, there's something I've been working on that I think you guys are going to like. Follow the coordinates I'm sending to your datapads. If someone can, wrangle up Teru and help him get out here, too. And Iris? Bring your paints. |

"Nerds...?" he mouthed, an amused smile stretching over his lips, "What have you been up to, Bri?"

There was a lot she told him, and a lot they discussed, but it wasn't like he got a detailed account of her life or that she spilled all her secrets. That went both ways, so when he read the message, there was nothing he could think of as to what it might be that she had waiting for them. A brief glance at the holomessage he'd been taking notes on had him deciding that he could pick that back up later, as it was largely comprised of philosophical questions and presented him with a reading list that he would need to split up over the course of several days and weeks.

He didn't need to start that right away, so after tidying up and getting himself ready, Vizion was out the door with both of his own lightsaber hilts clipped to his belt.... and unlike Justice he wasn't wearing classical Jedi robes, so he had pockets while wandering with his hands in them, down his corridor, and turning down the one that would lead him to Teru's door, noticing the floating tones of plucked strings growing stronger the closer he came to half-Miralukan's quarters.

He took one hand out to knock, although he paused briefly, not wanting to immediately interrupt the playing, "Teru?" came his words after the sharp three raps he gave the door, "you ready to go, man?"

 

[Teru Challo]

He heard the footsteps in the hall when they drew closer to his doorway. Memory letting him draw the conclusion of distance by tone and depth as he plucked a final string. His right hand drawing away from the harp as the cord reverberated a deep tone through the room.

His left hand slid along the base until he felt the floor and pushed himself up at three knocks and the voice. "Yeah. Just gotta get my shoes on." Came the return to his words. His shoulder brushed the back of the harp as he pulled himself back, left hand finding the bed behind him.

Bracing, he slid around the harp and oriented himself against the bed. The blue tones of thin lines guiding him along the way as he opened the doorway sans eye cover.

There was a split second for Viz to see Teru without his visor. Pale gold staring into the hallway and switching to the blurry form of his before he made a sharp sound of disapproval and stumbled back into his room. Like staring into the sun, Teru squeezed his eyes shut and stepped backwards.

"Ah feth!" He snapped, hand dropping to his side and fumbling against the hem of his pocket. Half bent, he finally drew out the eye cover and gingerly placed it on his face.

A few calming breaths and he straightened up.

"Sorry bout that. Let's try that again." He chuckled, checking the cover before feeling for the door again and letting Viz lead the way.

Briana Sal-Soren Iris Arani Justice Lesan Arlo Renard Vizion Trozky

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Ossus
Equipment: Weighted Training Robes, Concealed Sling Bag
Tags: Briana Sal-Soren | Justice Lesan | Vizion Trozky | Iris Arani | Arlo Renard

The zeltron had caught the invite of something to show off from Briana. A happy surprise as she dashed around her room and prepared. A spare water bottle in her bag, checking to make sure she had everything for a day out as she pulled her datapad and checked her alarms.

She threw it on the bed, nodding as she brushed her hair and

She hopped back and forth briefly, pressed fingers against her wrist and counted. Content with the results, she rubbed her hands together slowly before sitting on her bed and doing the same for her feet. Nodding to that she slipped on her socks and boots, securing the weights inside their wraps around her shins before doing the same for her forearms and belt.

All the while making random noises in a steady but unremarkable rhythm.

Slipping the bag on, her outermost robe covered it before ensuring it wouldn't catch, slowly wheeled her arm around in circles. Finalizing her preparations by rolling the other arm. Happy with that, she popped the small device into her left ear and tossed her head back and forth.

Blip chirped, making her frown and whirl to face the little droid.

"It'll be fine." Informing the little worry wart as she popped her fingers and sighed as it warbled at her. "I'll be careful. I have my alarms set."

It gave her a sad sound as she set out the model ship Blip had been working on while she was away.

"Don't worry so much. You'll blow a motivator. I'm kind of surprised this ones lasted since I did it." She sung to the little droid as she left with a wave.

Playing a singular game of hide and seek, she danced along the path, mindful of sticks and rocks while keeping her pace comfortable. Breathing not yet ragged as she spied a strange shape pointing skyward between the brush and trees.

She slowed down, pressing fingers to her wrist again as she came to a slow walk out of sight. In through the nose and out through the mouth to regulate her breathing as she pondered a water break.

She was already excited by the idea of seeing something new, and she didn't want to mess up the display.

 

[Vizion Trozky]

TAGS: Briana Sal-Soren | Justice Lesan | Teru Challo | Iris Arani | Arlo Renard | Lossa Darcuhl

He tried not to laugh before Teru himself chuckled, letting out a small laugh along with the blue-skinned guy. When Teru emerged from his quarters and the door closed behind him, Viz stepped off with him in tow.

"You play that harp pretty good," at least, as far as he could tell. Viz could sing, could carry a tune, but he otherwise had no musical inclinations, "how long have you been playing," and the obvious question, "and, uh... how did you learn?"

As they left through the nearest exit and out into the open air, with Viz helping the younger padawan as needed, Viz began to put a feel out for where Briana was. When it came to her, he didn't need directions, even if she had provided them.

"This way" he declared after a moment, leading in the direction that he should go, that others were already traversing, and that... yeah, that was Justice already there, he could feel the guy, "So, how long have you been on Ossus?"

He didn't know most of the current crop of padawans very well; he was offworld, more often than not.