Do Not Go Quiet Into That Good Night | Raid on the Silver Rest Kitchen

[Zak Dymo]

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EPISODE MMXIX:​

DO NOT GO QUIET INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT... (WITHOUT COOKIES)​

A STAR WARS STORY​

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RAID ON THE SILVER JEDI KITCHEN!

WHILE JEDI MASTER [member="Wu Yeoh-Mei"] SLAVES FOR THE YOUNGLINGS, WALKING FIFTEEN MILES THROUGH THE SNOW, UPHILL BOTH WAYS, IN ORDER TO BRING THE JEDI THE FRESHEST INGREDIENTS, ASSEMBLED USING THE LOST RECIPE OF MACE WINDU'S GRANDMOTHER'S CHOCOLATE CHIP, NEFARIOUS FORCES PREPARE FOR A FULL SCALE INVASION OF THE SILVER REST KITCHEN.

UNBEKNOWNST TO OUR APRON WEARING PROTAGONIST -- BUT KNOWNST TO US -- EVEN NOW, THE WOULD BE COOKIE SNATCHERS PREPARE TO STRIKE, RIGHT AS THE COOKIES ARE COMING OUT OF THE OVEN...

...OR THIS COULD ALL JUST BE THE PRODUCT OF ONE PANTORAN'S OVER ACTIVE IMAGINATION.

(PROBABLY THE LATTER)

THE SILVER REST | KASHYYYK​

Okay, the smell of those cookies was SERIOUSLY killing him right now!

It hadn't been that bad until about five minutes ago. Honestly, who even knew that Jedi made chocolate chip cookies? Like, not like ever or anything. But, like, right this moment. Had Wu Man Fu... or Fu Man Chu... or Wu Tang Clan, whatever that lady's name was would have done a better job of maintaining proper ventilation, this probably wouldn't have even been a problem.

Instead, the smell of those cookies had permeated just about every room and floor in the temple.

Also, seriously, Jedi Master Chef? This was a thing? I mean, if those cookies tasted half as good as they smelled, then Boo would definitely be of the opinion that Jedi Chef ought to be more of a thing.

The shadows of the Jedi temple seemed to become detached, defying the light as they warped around the young Pantoran's frame. The Primeval youth slid and slithered through the halls toward the kitchen with all the preternatural grace of the Yuuzhan Vong predator that he ordinarily carried with him.

Planting his back against the wall, the boy looked at the entrance to the kitchen. This was zero hour. Already, he could hear the oven being opened. The cookies were hot and they were about to be on the move.

It was now or never.

Turning his head, the violet-haired youth made a series of hand gestures to signal the attack. Honestly, he had no idea who his partner was. Some random dude, bro, guy, jack, or whatever nerf herders were calling themselves these days.

This was what the smell of those cookies did to people. A pair of random dudes about to risk it all for a shot at grabbing something off that cookie sheet.

[member="Tom Taff"] | [member="Wu Yeoh-Mei"]​

 

[Ravenfire]

Location: Silver Rest​

Time: About Midday​

Objective: Cookie Raiders​

Why: Because cookies need love like everything does​

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Tom was in the kitchen ready to assist his new found ally in reclaiming the cookies they deserved. He honestly felt like a kid again attempting to do this which was the whole reason he had agreed to it. Hearing how good these cookies were supposed to be he could barely help himself as he decided to help the Pantoran try and raid them from the jedi master making them.

He tried to remember again when he had heard this with the idea that these would be the best cookies ever and that they needed to be taken. It was most likely when he was in the gardens. Gardening and attending to all the silver rest is much harder than it looks so a cookie was well within order but to take one from someone else, while kind of training as well. How could he say no. He watched the hand signals the Pantoran gave him and cloaked himself within the shadows very quickly suppressing his force signature to the best of his ability. However the smell of the cookies made it so he slipped up a little bit meaning he would still be sensed as the cookies were just to alluring.

[member="Boo Heavenshield"] l [member="Wu Yeoh-Mei"]​

 

[Wu Yeoh-Mei]

THe silver rest had many things, training rooms, meditation chambers, agricultural rooms, medical areas and rooms for padawans or jedi.... but here. The large room had been converted from the older kitchen and a private mess hall no one used. THe walls taken down and tripling the size as the walls had been given different machines. Coolers and freezer but also toasters, mixers, cutting tables, sinks. Ones designated specifically for certain ingredients to prevent cross contamination, others for religions or species that required special preparation. The petite jedi master moved about with a grace while her ponytail bounced with her.

Black bangs lightly sticking to her forehead as she worked and the heat of the oven came across her face. The island in the middle of the kitchen was covered in some of the ingredients for the cookies. Several batches that were being controlled and watched with the force to be perfect before she adjusted the temperature a little to not burn the bottoms of them. The imported butter, sweet and softened but with the slight tinge of refined salt that had been given to it. Making the base, then flour and baking soda with the water. She had taken care with that, purified water from here in the rest, a stone filtration system that had been engineered specifically.

The force stones from the world of Qui-Gon Jinn, black smooth stones with veins of red and blue that filtered and purified the water infusing it with the force as the process could take longer yes but the results as she had mixed in the bowl were perfect. The stool there on the side of the island where other ingredients were set out, vanilla extract from zeltros that was considered euphoric, brown sugar refined and extra sweet from Pantora. White sugar that was brought by independent contractors (IE smugglers in blockade runners) from Csilla. Little was known about the Chiss aside from their military minds but their bakers were just as methodical and talented.

Next was the most important parts, micro chopped nuts a secret items that had been brought in and it was from a thousand different worlds. The chopped almost practically a battlefield as it had broken down and made small slivers of the nuts she had throughout. It would add different flavors to it with every bite. THen the most important part was there, what would give the cookies the name and why they were beloved by her padawans. Akari was always happy to work with her in the kitchen as milk chocolate, white chocolate, dark chocolate and more. The three mini chips were tactically inserted to overlap, intermix and....

She smirked to herself as she looked covering up a part of it. Salted caramel with marshmallow. For puffyness and extra flavor as they were rising when the sugary confection strands expanded. The sense of each of them as she opened one of the ovens and took out the test batch. It had been put in ten minutes earlier to clock it but with enough time she could make adjustments when cooking if they were not perfect. Standing there with the small tray of cookies though the jedi master set them under the warming lights on the island. Drawing a hand out when she slid her fingers around a spatula carefully sliding it under as she lifted to check the bottom.

"Perfect." She had a look on her face and touched the top with her finger feeling the gooey center how it went out. Fingers sliding along the surface to find an edge that was pulled up with little crispiness. No it was warm and meant to be chewy when she took a small part off and observed it. A critical eye was needed to make sure it was not undercooked as the jedi master brought it to her lips passing the visual test and could feel it. THe force on her tongue when she knew how to taste the sum of parts for the whole as opposed to most who might just taste the cookie as a singular entity. It was perfect and the light infusion of the force from the water tingled her taste buds.

 

[Jerek Zenduu]

The kitchen smelled of good things.

Delicious things.

Savory or sweet, it really didn't matter to him. Jerek had longed to be closer to the source of those smells since arriving at Silver Rest, and one day he asked Master Wu if he could help her taste test.

It was a joke, but now the joke was on him.

Literally, the apron looked like a joke on him. It was green, which wasn't so bad, but it was a pastel green. And yellow. No padawan guy in their right mind would get caught in such a humiliating combination. And it was frilly, the skirt —basically, the whole thing was a glorified dress anyway— bore a ruffled fringe and the lone pocket in front had a bow on it. It looked like something out of a housewife catalog of the 750s.

For all the padawan knew, Master Wu —Chef Wu in here— was just that old, she seemed to have some sort of unhealthy attachment to the thing. Weren't attachments supposed to be frowned upon for just that reason? That said, Jerek was finding an unhealthy attachment to the tray of cookies baking in the oven right now, so he was hardly one to talk.

His mouth watered as Chef Wu pulled the tray out and set them on the island, fretting over them like a mother porg. He watched her carefully from his station across the kitchen, sifting flour and mixing the more mundane of the dry ingredients for the next batch. The sugars and spices were something Chef Wu carefully controlled, but at least now Jerek had an inside glimpse at her process.

And if he was lucky, an inside chance at one of those heavenly-smelling cookies.

[member="Boo Heavenshield"] | [member="Tom Taff"] | [member="Wu Yeoh-Mei"]​

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Frankly, if anyone was to get those cookies, it was Allya. See, Jerek had helped make these cookies. Sure, she could probably ask, and get some, but where was the fun in that. Like at all? Even if she had asked Asaraa to train her, even if she had tried to be more good, and to learn morals and all that, she was still a Sith! And everyone knew, cookies belonged to the dark side! Besides, she wanted to bring some to the tiny Akela! She had the prettiest eyes in the galaxy when she was happy after all! Though, it's also possible Akela would be on the front lines to stop her from doing this. The tiny one had a heart of gold after all. So, who could say!


Either way, Allya decided to go all out. Jerek had gotten the upper hand on her last they fought, but this time, she was ready for him....and that pretty face, those gorgeous eyes, that flowing hair. Okay, she had to stop now, or else she would be far to flustered to keep going. The Sithling had donned a special suit for the mission. It would block much of her force presence, her presence through sensors, and honestly, it could make her go invisible. If one robbed a Jedi kitchen of its cookies, they should go all out.

The girl activated the stealth systems and snuck into the kitchen proper, quiet as could be. Then, she saw Jerek. Under the helmet her eyes went wide, and with the camera she took a lot of pictures. He looked like he had worn a dress! Okay, so this is how these kinds of things were created. She now wanted to see him in a dress. She wore boys clothes all the time, fair was fair! Wait, maybe not. But still. She took a deep shuddered breath, as she tried to quiet her emotions down. The suit helped stop her from being spotted, but it didn't block it entirely, especially if her emotions began to spike. The Sith tried to walk over to the cookies, to take some, but her eyes kept on going back to Jerek. So of course, she ran into some type of pan that moved a bit and made a small amount of noise. She took a deep breath and held it, as she moved away from the pan, then stayed still for a bit.

[member="Jerek Zenduu"] [member="Wu Yeoh-Mei"] [member="Tom Taff"] [member="Boo Heavenshield"]

 

[Zak Dymo]

For a moment, a predatory presence seemed to loom from within the child's shadow.

Amber eyes prowled along the peripheral of the kitchen, as the dark areas of the hallways seemed to detach themselves and blend along the Pantoran's slight frame. As one of the Exemplars of the Primeval Bleeding Sun, the former assassin was most adept at making himself invisible. Not even [member="Coci Heavenshield"], a trained Jedi Shadow, had been able to pierce Boo's cloak easily.

Oddly enough, his spell of concealment never seemed to work on [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] anymore. They'd simply spend too much time around each other not to recognize the presence of the other.

Staying low, the boy passed with hardly a sound toward the island where the diminutive Jedi Chef and her aproned lackey were currently bringing the cookies from the oven. Sliding up along a pantry, the boy found what seemed a vantage point from which to coil. And to strike when the time was right.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Extending his arm out, the boy stretched out through the Force. Along the tenuous, ephemeral fibers of the universe, the youngling silently beckoned, calling toward one of cookies on the baking sheet.

Would it answer the call?

[member="Tom Taff"] | [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Jerek Zenduu"] | [member="Wu Yeoh-Mei"]​

 

[Wu Yeoh-Mei]

[member="Boo Heavenshield"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Jerek Zenduu"] [member="Tom Taff"]

She looked over at the one who was helping her, Jerek was talented and better in the kitchen then she had expected. THe smaller jedi master though moved off of her stool when she looked at him. "You are doing good, try some of the first." She held out the tray as two things came to her attention... one of the cookies was starting to rise up off of the tray and was floating... and someone knocked a tray on the island in the center making the bowl slosh some of the ingredients within. The jedi master looked at Jerek and no one would normally attack the kitchen... at least they shouldn't have to. She always made more for those who wanted to come in and have some.

"You know the apron was a joke Jedi Jerek, I was not expecting you to actually wear it." THen suddenly she moved and as her was sifting the flour a cloud appeared. A cookie was suspended in the air while she made a cloud around the other side of the kitchen and stealth technology was great but few things could stop flour clinging to you. Wu was checking it out before she held the cookie out to Jerek and then narrowed her eyes holding the tray as it went up to catch the cookie in the other hand and it spun on her finger tips. "Hmm." She said it but stood there and wasn't going to make this a fight but she couldn't see them unless the flour had clung to them in the cloud.

 

[Jerek Zenduu]

A noise.

A flying cookie.

There were challengers trying to muscle in on his cookie game! This was supposed to be Jerek's side hustle, he had put in the time playing the Good Padawan just to butter up Chef Wu. And now they wanted to steal his handiwork out from under his very nose? This wouldn't stand.

His competitors may have stealth, but Jerek didn't need it. He had only one need here.

The need for speed.

It was easy for Jerek to tap into the Force, the padawan had little trouble with that. It gave him access to all kinds of abilities, but just no cookies. To use the abilities to get the cookies, though, ahh that was the trick. Imbued with the Force, his actions could move fast, faster than normally perceptable, so hopefully fast enough to thwart his would-be opponents.

Tipping the bowl of flour with one hand, he swatted it with another, sending the remaining flour out toward the kitchen at large in a spray to cover what Chef Wu's clouds couldn't. Most of which wound up aimed at Chef Wu herself, unintentional, but a happy coincidence here nonetheless. Jerek was not her ally today, merely the vessel he stood by until the cookies were done.

He had hoped to wait until more than the test batch finished, but they would have to do.

Springing forward and upward, the green-and-yellow-clad teen catapulted over Chef Wu and her tray, reaching down to grab it from her hands as he passed overhead. Between the flour, the other assailants in the kitchen, and his own use of speed, Jerek was expecting that would be enough to wrench the array of cookies from the chef. He twisted as he landed to keep things right-side up, the motion of his body letting him spy the cookie still in the hands of Chef Wu.

The cookie she had offered out to him to begin with.

Whoops?

Too late to repair the damage done, Jerek reached out a hand to pluck the cookie from hers with the Force, and then dashed for the kitchen exit with his potentially purloined sweets.

[member="Boo Heavenshield"] | [member="Tom Taff"] | [member="Wu Yeoh-Mei"] | [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]​

 

[Milla Caranthyr]

Milla ran through the hallways as fast as her small legs could carry her. Sliding around each corner as her bare feet failed to grip the smooth floors. She was in a hurry to reach the kitchens where the smell of fresh baked cookies filled the air.

She had been forced to endure the sweet scent for more than she'd like to have. One of her adventures that afternoon had earned her a bath by one of the caretakers, all the while they complained about all the mud she tracked around. Now she was free, with a new light brown tunic, dark brown cargo shorts and her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. She was on a mission, and no caretaker was going to stop her now.

The small girl slid to a stop right before she reached the kitchen door. She needed to think of a plan and she needed one quick. Taking a deep breath to clear her mind, the smell of the cookies filled her nose. Then the planning changed to improvising. As she rounded the corner, right into the path of a larger teen.

[member="Jerek Zenduu"]

 

[Ravenfire]

Pirating Cookies here we go​

Objective: Figure out what just happened​

Cookie pinoneers: [member="Boo Heavenshield"] l [member="Jerek Zenduu"] l [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]​

Evil Chefs: [member="Wu Yeoh-Mei"]​

Unknown Quantities: [member="Milla Ordo"]​

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Within the few minutes as tom entered the kitchen under his force camouflage several things happened. First his main ally the pantoran force pulled a cookie a rather smart move if he was to judge anything. He knew the boy was under a force cloak but after having to spend several months using force sight out of one eye someone tends to view the world that way continuously without thinking meaning he could still see people's force signatures or the lack of them should they try hiding them properly including when they bent the light around themselves.

While he was still watching this flour was suddenly thrown about the room with a fair bit hitting him as well. So much for stealth he thought as the young jedi who had been assisting the chef suddenly jumped the cookies taking a majority of them with him running for the kitchen door. How many people was he actually helping and what had he gotten himself into begun flashing in his mind as he used a force shield to move the flour off his armour and allow it to settle to the floor so he could continue stealthing as he took several cookies hoping the chef wouldn't react quickly enough.

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

As the flour came at her, the girl thought quickly, a leap up to the ceiling, and the tractor emitters connected to her hands and feet came to rest on the ceiling, a very quick gust of air through the force, caused the flour to settle closer to the ground rather than up here. She watched with pride as Jerek took the cookies. Oh he deserved a kiss for that little deception. How cute.

However, oh he wouldn't get away. See, a chase excited her. Mandalorian, Sith, Echani, and Sandali, those were the cultures that gave Allya her particular sense of understanding of the galaxy. As her scanners tracked Jerek, she smirked. Well, time to go. All pretenses of stealth were gone, the suit became visible. She didn't wear the standard over coat this time.

Instead, the Sith was in a skin type tech suit. She literally ran across the roof now, letting the computer algorithms do the work for her. The Sith used telekinesis to gather all the flour, and let it swirl around Wu, and Boo, trying to trap them in a swirling vortex of flour for a second. She dropped to the floor, as Jerek exited the room, and was quick on his heels. Then, he ran head long into that little adorable Jedi girl from the beach. “Oh? Falling for another girl are we, Cyar'ika?”

Hand held out, and she attempted to pull the cookies and tray to her. If she managed to get them, she would use force speed to run head long down the corridor towards the outside. If she didn't she would keep trying.


[member="Jerek Zenduu"]
[member="Tom Taff"]
[member="Milla Ordo"]
[member="Wu Yeoh-Mei"]
[member="Boo Heavenshield"]

 

[Wu Yeoh-Mei]

[member="Jerek Zenduu"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Milla Ordo"] [member="Tom Taff"]

SO many things seemed to be hapening at once as the jedi master moved. her hands working on the trey itself to see Jerek while she raised an eyebrow... someone else was grabbing at the cookies... Her eyes going around as the force repulsed around her to clear the flour swirling. As it settled the jedi master noticed a few things... her test batch was gone.... her assistant had turned to the blue side.... and become a cookie monster. As she was moving around the kitchen the jedi master allowed her small frame to move towards the doorway and reached out to close it. "What is going on here? Who is stealing from the younglings?"

 

[Jerek Zenduu]

The tray loaded with sweets bounced and rumbled as he dashed for the kitchen exit, but Jerek treasured it like a present on Life Day morning. Its contents were precious, immeasurable in value. Not merely for their ingredients or the skill taken to make them, but also the effort and time Jerek had invested in them. Perhaps the cookies coming under threat was the best thing that could have happened to them, victory could taste as sweet as sugar!

Speaking of sugar, a sweet, young thing was standing in the threshold of the doorway. The very same doorway that Jerek was attempting to get through.

The outcome was inevitable. It was simple physics. Two opposing forces, moving toward the same point in space, with too much density to slip past the other..the only possible result was a collision of bodies.

The blonde-haired girl only came to Jerek’s chest, but that put her smack-dab in the middle of the tray he was holding at arm’s length. The padawan had a single choice to make, only one could be saved, and so he made the only choice that he could have. The tray flew up, hovering with the power of the Force, as Jerek bumped into the younger Jedi girl with a loud ”OOMPH!”

Recoil set him back a few steps, and the boy’s first instinct was to see to the welfare of the girl. Minimal attention was given to the tray of cookies, only enough to keep it hovering above his head through the Force as he looked over the ponytail-adorned youngling. ”Are you okay?”

“Oh? Falling for another girl are we, Cyar'ika?”

The boy whirled, hearing the familiar voice of his girlfriend, but he could see nobody. He spun, looking in all directions, forward, side to side, and finally up, only to see the tray of cookies flying out of his control into the hands of a suited figure, one he recognized as belonging to [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]. Before he could say another word she was out the door, speeding away down the hallway. He let out an audible growl, moving around [member="Milla Ordo"] as best he could. If he ran now, maybe he could still catch up to those cookies!

[member="Boo Heavenshield"] | [member="Tom Taff"] | [member="Wu Yeoh-Mei"]​

 

[Milla Caranthyr]

Milla's eyes widened at the site of Jerek directly in front of her. There was no avoiding what was about to happen, she could only brace for the inevitable. She put her arms up in front of herself a split second before impact.

The small girl was knocked backwards by the larger teen and landed hard on her butt. "Ouch!!! Jerek, that hurt!" She complained as she looked up at [member="Jerek Zenduu"]. Milla didn't even see the tray of cookies until Jerek chased after the floating try of them. They were gone before the young girl ever stood a chance to chase them.

She stood up and rubbed her sore backside before entering the kitchen. This time being a little more cautious. What greeted her wasn't cookies, but kitchen chaos. She hesitated briefly as she took in the site. Then her eyes slowly drifted over to [member="Wu Yeoh-Mei"].