Ghost Latitudes

[Syn]

[member="Tempest Yore"]

He spared a moment to look at her. "Where would be the fun in that, the great mystery is in the unknown Tempest. Approach everything like a new day, a new challenge to overcome and you will be able to grow stronger. If we just felt and saw everything within what would you learn?" THe jedi master said it while going through the halls of the ship. He did reach out with the force though and sense to make her feel better but wanted her to feel excitement... maybe or perhaps he wanted to test her capabilities as he came to one fo the lifts and it wouldn't work. The lift shaft though had him looking up as he spoke and pointed towards the padawan. "Come we'll go up and search, the ship should have quarters for their higher officials. Never know what you might find." He said it while waiting there before he lept up grabbing a piece of metal and hanging there before he pulled himself up with ease before kicking off to another level and gripping the interiopr fo the shaft as it bent a little under his grip.

 

[Tempest Yore]

"You are forgetting one thing, Master [member='Syn']. I for one, am not going to live forever. I kind of like the idea of self preservation first and foremost. Unless you regenerate a new limb, I think you should play it safe too." She looked up at him and a queer expression gave away her thoughts. She just bets he does grow a new limb after it should get cut off, accidentally, or worse...on purpose! "Better yet, here is one you cannot deny. What if you get cut in half at your torso? You grow a new head, only this time, you are stupider than ever? The other half of you grows a bottom, but you can only squirm. You are now two people indebted to one another. This can happen! I would not want that to be me. I have enough trouble, in every sense, just being average!"

She crouched and readied herself before jumping with the aid of the force to follow up the side of the ship after her Master. Holding on and not slipping down the metal, now that is the hard part.

 

[Syn]

[member="Tempest Yore"]

"If such a thing happened it would be quite a sight I imagine but I cannot regenerate like that as far as I know. I prefer the old methods of not getting hit and smashing it before it attacks me." He moved seeing her able to get up and the jedi master made some room as he landed and started to pry at one of the doors to get it opened and he sat on the ledge for a moment. Sliding from a thin pocket one of the ration cubes before he was looking over at some of the things. "We shall have plenty to discuss though, you are doing well, if there is anything that might happen we'll deal with it and you won't have to live forever just longer then those that might consider you an enemy."

 

[Tempest Yore]

Tempest always appreciated Master [member="Syn"] 's direct insight. She giggled to herself hearing him rationally comment on what she had mentioned. "You just want me to out live the bad guys so you don't have to deal with every one of them yourself." She thought how his looks are totally deceiving. She did not see him as some incredibly ancient blind guy, which he absolutely is! But she often times marveled at how friggin' awesome he truly is! "Master Syn? I luh you, man!" she declared with an air of humor and feigned happy tears, while she patted him atop his head as he sat before her, nibbling his tiny ration cube.

"You know those are flavored with animal anal expressions?" she said matter of factly. "Well, don't look at me like that. No woman is ever going to kiss you, once she sees you eating those. I am only trying to help you." She stood at the opening he had made and studied the shadows inside. "You ought stay away from too many of those cubes anyhow...aside from the...expressions thing, sometimes I hear your thighs swish in those pants when you walk."

 

[Syn]

[member="Tempest Yore"]

He listened to her and raised an eyebrow before she patted his head and speaking the way she did well. At least he could count on one thing she was honest and she cared in her own way. He rose up though finishing the cube while speaking to her. "Perhaps with the standard one, the jedi make these ones so it should be safer." There was a look on his face though while he walked into the shadows of the ship leading the way for the two of them and stopped motioning with a hand to her going forward. "We'll test your senses first, proceed and if you feel anything coming at you we'll handle it padawan." A little revenge maybe but he could feel what was around here and used a saber to illuminate the way going forward.

 

[Tempest Yore]

Unsafe and plain repulsive were two different things regarding food additives. Tempest got a feeling that he has absolutely no idea about what she is referring. "I can understand how living 900 years you might become set in your ways some point along the way. But, Master [member="Syn"] , you must remember that everyone around you is changing...every day! Legislators always follow the money, that I have been told is a constant in any era. What is valuable, as much as what is cheap might fluctuate, but at the end of a civilization a diamond is still a diamond, gold still doesn't rust, and I assure you anal expressions do not bring home the bacon to any dirt farmer. I imagine its far worse trouble gathering than it earns." 'On second thought, maybe he is better off not understanding.' Regardless Tempest thought him lucky, as ignorance in this is absolutely bliss! 'You just enjoy your imitation vanilla biscuits!' She would not bring up the topic again.

When she found herself ushered out front, she pursed her lips. Tempest took all of five steps forward when she jokingly uttered, "Come and get it. The genuine article. Organic raised human. No imitation additives ever."

Two more steps, and she was standing in the dark. Three seconds later and she was out of Syn's shadow, when the sun hit her. She turned. Her whole body is covered in bugs...

 

[Syn]

[member="Tempest Yore"]

He was listening to her and he continued to walk. Taking in the sight of the ship itself in the force and he could smell most of it. Old death, old decay and a wrongness from creatures. WHatever had happened here had happened a long time ago and that was helpful to them. He was walking down with her and she moved forward coming itno the light of one fo the holes in the ship. First signs of an attack that he was able to see as the skittering sounds of insects on her brought his attention towards her. "Ahhhh maybe you should be careful Tempest and not panic." He said it while he was moving and staying to the side to look at her now. Using the force as it crackled in his hand and less to scare or harm her. He was giving as much reassuring energy as he could to her. He moved his hand out lightly shocking them to get them away from her while making static electricity around her hair. He was glad that his hair was short and wouldn't look crazy. "JUst breathe and don't think that these are the babies and there are larger ones in the lower levels of the ship below the damaged lift we used to get up here."

 

[Tempest Yore]

Tempest did not know she got covered with bugs, big putrid baby bugs. She first whined. Secondly, her mind went back to Alema. She chose this planet, and Tempest had a mind to bring some of these disgusting creatures on board and let them loose on her sentient being! She frowned all the more, frozen in her form while [member="Syn"] eradicated them from her. ​"Why couldn't they be the type that swarm into the light?" She hoped they would commit suicide by heading into his lightsaber.

Master Syn got them all for her, she made sure of that, pointing them out one at a time if he missed them! It is fleeting moments like this...which always seem more than any other time when they are occurring...she just wanted to be a normal teenager, go to the movies, rollerskating, bumper cars, listen to record albums, anything but this!

"I bet you don't realize, I just have bad luck such as this when I am with you."

 

[Syn]

[member="Tempest Yore"]

He looked at her. "Perhaps but if we stayed around the temple all day wouldn't you be claiming it is boring?" He was curious and at the same time he wasn't. He stayed there though and offered his side again for her. "I won't apologize for it but you work hard in the field with me." He was walking again and this time held a hand up to make a small barrier around the pair of them. THe cathedral style ship was built to impress and there were statues, paintings and even more revealed all around them. He could feel the breeze and warmth on his skin but there was also the smell from outside as something roared. The smell of hair, sweat, swamp water and everything not really being washed for months at a time. Swamp wampa's that were coming towards them and he moved encircling but also being careful.

 

[Tempest Yore]

"Something being boring is far different than it being plain icky, Master [member="Syn"]!"

Tempest stuck next to her Master as he raised a shield, she itched her face where she had been bit by one of the bugs. Her cheek started to swell a little. She watched his shield through Force Sight, and marveled at its uniformity. She just knows she can do that! She smiled as she imagined how.

Then she saw the Swamp Wampas through the Force too. "Boring, no matter. Icky, however, not on my list of favorite things," she whispered to him. She almost gagged on the increasing smell of ammonia. Her eyes started to burn.

"Please, let's not kill them, but scare them off. They smell too bad, and then something else will only come to eat them!"

 

[Syn]

[member="Tempest Yore"]

He was listening to her and wanting to not kill the wampas who could be dangerous was well he wasn't going to upset her more then she already was as the jedi master stood there. He looked at her for a moment and then shrugged as one of them charged and struck the barrier letting it shimmer with a blue energy. Before repulsing it backwards to stumble them as he moved forward and rolled his shoulders as one came at him. The jedi master bringing his hand up to meet the paw of it with claws coming out. Her moved his arm and wrist up just to avoid them but stop the strike as he moved in closer and the swamp wampa's weren't as hairy but still enough for moss, algae and whtever else they had in the swamps to cling to them and make them smell ripe when he inhaled through his mouth to avoid the stench. Grabbing it and flipping it over with a suplex. He was moving quickly and kicked at the other one sending it back into a wall while motining for Tempest to join in.

 

[Tempest Yore]

'What to do? What to do? There are SO MANY things I can do!' and Master [member="Syn"] was doing all the cool stuff already. She let's him cause he likes to!

Tempest raised a palm and generated a blinding white light. She closed her eyes, and figured Syn would have no issue with it, while the Wampas followed the sight like they saw it as an amazement. It stole their interest long enough that when she extinguished it, they could not see Syn nor Tempest, only the form momentarily burned into their Retinas.

"There you go!" she said happily to her Master, for they both really needed a breath of fresh air. Tempest joined Syn in pushing the Wampas with the Force, back out through the whole in the hanger and down into the swamp.

"There! Wait!" she paused. "What if they only wanted to eat the bugs?" she said, feeling bad that maybe she actually could have needed the Wampas afterall.

 

[Syn]

[member="Tempest Yore"]

"I think to them you would have been one of the bugs." He said it and standing there help push them out while the jedi master crouched down and pulled at some fo the debris itself to block the way that they might be able to get back in and up to be behind them. THe jedi master rose up and he was looking at Tempest with a look on his face though there was some amusement before he was walking. "You have skills and you have paid attention. I am glad to see that despite your protests you do follow your lessons and didn't just rush in to fight them... you used your head and distractged the," He would be the one charging in to smash things.. it was a lot easier as he went and there was stil so much of the ship that they hadn't been exploring just yet.

 

[Tempest Yore]

”How could I not pay attention to you? You love to talk! It’s not who would do that to you, it’s who could?” Tempest laughed. ”Let me guess, you’ve never thought of it that way? Until I am a Master too, I am only your captive audience, fine Sir.” Tempest curtsied to him respectively, although comically. She skipped off to one direction before halting.

She spotted something glowing in the darkness. She cautiously inched towards the direction, only to find a computer console button glowing in the dark. ”Could the vessel’s power cells still be generating after all these years, Master [member="Syn"]?” She really couldn’t wait to see what would be revealed in the ship now! ”Maybe there is an operable data base we can still hack. Something interesting to take back to this historians for deciphering.” Tempest recently discovered a great interest in the base Library. She thought it would be great to contribute something for the archives. Maybe become famous for it!

 

[Syn]

[member="Tempest Yore"]

"Well if it works." He said it in answer to her first comments with a shrug of his shoulders... then was moving and hearing that the power might still be on if only weakly he spoke. "Most ships use solar reactors, making a miniture sun that could burn and power something for centuries isn't unheard of.... I doubt it would be beyond possible for tens of thousands of years given how long a sun can burn for." He said that while moving around though with a new idea of what they could and would be able to do from here. A smirk on his face though had all of his interest as Tempest could try and see if there was anything of note in the records...blind men didn't need a computer screen as much as they needed verbal commands. So he would just work to protect her and have some ideas of what might be. "We'll see though, if you can get any information out of it or a datacore I can carry it back."

 

[Tempest Yore]

If she never flew a ship, she would never have known how to do any of this stripping stuff. She hated electronic classes. She always got cuts on her fingertips. And Master Syn had assigned her to loads of courses she never would have considered taking on her own, as they were characteristically Men’s Work. Tempest presses one key after another on the console. One happened to initiate a low glowing light where she could better look them over carefully. A few keys were worn far more than others. She invested her time in pressing those particular keys in differing series of order until anything would prove beneficial.

She heard a ticking sound emanate from a near panel. A thin slide fell ajar which she discovered it stopped prematurely and became stuck. Tempest saw something spinning inside and tugged on the tray to get to its contents. She had no idea why she had found, but she removed the cylinder from inside and carefully presented it to Master Syn.

”I have never seen anything like it; have you?” He has lived forever. He should know everything that has ever existed. ”It’s round and hollow, possibly plastic, with what feels like very fine grooves along the outside of it. Do you think it could have been used to record data? Should I try to rip out the device I found it laying in too?”

 

[Syn]

[member="Tempest Yore"]

He looked at her at the mention of seeing such a thing before. Where she was looking though her could see with the force emitted from her before. He looked at the datarod and Tempest. "It sounds like a datarod, an older recording device used before they really worked on some fo the computers. It could last a lot longer as it was self contained for its power source to keep its information there." He said it and stood up. "A good find for you and never know what might be on the computer." He was looking around though and walked around. "There are more things coming, moving around the bottom of the ship. we should be careful."

 

[Tempest Yore]

He knew what it was, just as she suspected!! Tempest broke out in another smile. She hopes he doesn’t have to inform the Jedi historians what it is. That would seems sad really. She watched as Master [member="Syn"] put the datarod away in his pack. She had started looking over the console again when he mentioned something approaching.

”Not bugs again!” she whined. Big or tiny she hates bugs. Her face is still red from the last batch. ”My kingdom for a can of Bug Off.” She would not even care if it came with the Nightsister who concocted the poison. She just wants them gone. ”Maybe we should have kept a souvenir of the smelly Wompass to ward off everything else,” she sighed.

”And why is it always bug slaying with you? If at any time in my life, I ever hear any story about you, as a young boy or even now, collecting bug specimens for a hobby, I am going to get even with you for all this. I truly think there is nothing here...and you, Master, have a problem.” She feels that he is obsessed with monster slaying! ”Do you mean to give me the impression that Jedi are just galactic exterminators?”

She was still quiet enough that they would not hear her; right?

 

[Syn]

[member="Tempest Yore"]

He looked at her and there was a look on his face at how she seeme dto be upset or raging or something.... the jedi master himself was standing there for the moment until he moved quickly. ""It will be okay padawan.... I don't think they are bugs... maybe something bigger or slugs.... slugs aren't technically bugs and some women I have heard pay obscene amounts of credits for the slime they produce to have some sort of beauty treatment." He said it while walking and touching the floor of the ship while he looked up the walls. "Come on, we can climb and get to the higher levels. We might be able to find a way back down into the swamp along the outside and be able to avoid them."

 

[Tempest Yore]

Tempest’s jaw dropped open. Then her face scrunched as she blurt, ”Eeew! I bet you would know of, or intentionally seek out information about women who would like that. You just need to understand that...I...am...not...one...of...them, Master Syn. I need you to understand that. I would be exceedingly happy if you would ever even hint to understanding my feelings.” She was brooding although she felt she would simply never win this one. ”At thousands of years old, you ought be ashamed of yourself for having no clue about everyday women. It’s like you are not even trying.” She chose a corridor to travel down. ”Unlike myself, as I am practically forced to try and psychoanalze you 100% of the time I spend with you.”

She smiled a fiendish smile as she walked on ahead of him, choking back her laughter. Praying he would not notice.