Malts at Murrawoorg's

[Trayze Tesar]

Kashyyyk
Garu Village
Murrawoorg’s Shake Ship
18:09hrs
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It was another quiet evening at the establishment. Yet another picturesque sunset was decorated by a few early rising fireflies across the boardwalk. The tourist season had come to a close, and the younglings utilized their powers to either clean up the mess left behind, or to create formidable fortresses of sand, stick and plastic. At least until their supervisors would destroy it.

Garugahawarrovaahasarrgh, or “Garu Village” for short was roughly a klick out, big enough to cater to the occasional Jedi Knight to hang out or brood for a spell, or any number of the non-Force Sensitive staff to trade drinks and complain with the prospect of telepathic employers overhearing them. Other than that, it was a painfully ordinary Wookie Village, or mostly Wookie village, newcomers that the Silver Jedi either hire, or the odd tourist inhabited the “Rootways”. One such establishment was of course, Murrawoorg’s.

Murrawoorg was something of a culinary expert, starting out with the eponymous (and deliberately misspelled) “Shake Ship”, before having his son Mallanik take over the bulk of the entertainment industry. A broad shouldered and grease covered Nautolan would make his way in, before immediately being called out by Murrawoorg. The wizened Wookie would trade barbs in Shyriiwook with the young Nautolan, before the greasy green alien would chuckle and concede defeat. After washing himself up, “the usual” would be served:

Crispy potato wedges, salted and spiced with onion powder, complemented by the rather juicy shrimp-burger, which could be dulled or doused in a very rich gravy. A chocolate-butterscotch malt to be served at the conclusion of the meal, and would be the companion of the Nautolan along with actual reading material. Two years had passed since he, Raj Lono, had joined the Silver Jedi Order...and much was on his mind. For now, he would dissect a book he pretended not to hear recommended to him, regarding an ancient Force-user named “Revan”. The accounts were fascinating to the rough and tumble Nautolan, but he’d be hard pressed to tell you that.

The meal was devoured quickly, but the books referencing Revan and his times were processed more slowly. Sunset had only just begun, and the dinner rush could still be avoided...

 

[Lucius Alexandros]

Floating, a young man approached the doorway....then dropped to his feet.
"Blast...thought I had it this time." He mumbled. He had been working on self-levitation for weeks, hoping to use his telekinetic prowess to boost his dueling abilities, and decided self-levitation was an excellent exercise in control. However, he struggled, and despite the occasional success, would only fall flat on his rear, or accidentally force push himself back, much to the amusement of his Nautolan friend.

Sighing, he entered the establishment, turning on his green lightsaber and doing a little twirling flourish-something he would do when bored.

Lucius was no ordinary Jedi. He was eccentric, bold, even reckless perhaps. Yet he was also strangely cool-headed, despite his recklessness. He was quite... unique, but had quite a lot of potential, with a solid level of skill.

Sitting down next to the Nautolan he asked for the usual.

After a moment, a Burger with Fries and Spicy Sweet Red Pickles were served, and he thanked the cook and eagerly dug in, after thanking the force.

If Jedi could be religious to the force, Lucius was certainly a prime example of it. While he acted different than the Jedi of old, viewing the force as a partner instead of some mysterious unknown entity, he still respected it and honored it, though had no problem making use of it when necessary.

This led to some conflicts with his friend, the Nautolan, but overall in his view, it served him quite well in battle.

He was eagerly wolfing down his meal before the person to his left spoke.

 

[Trayze Tesar]

The sound of his fellow Padawan fumbling after attempting self-levitation amused the young Nautolan.

Lucius and Raj were certainly one of the odder pairs in the Jedi Order, where Lucius wearing practically everything on his sleeve while Raj was more reserved. Or at least, as far as academic potential was concerned. Thankfully, Lucius hadn't caught on that he was delving into the more philosophical aspects of the Force and what it means to be a Jedi.

Nowhere near as "religious" as his compatriot, Raj Lono always has been, and always will be, a pragmatist. This of course didn't mean he wouldn't care about people, on the contrary, he would always attempt to find the most efficient way to help the most people possible. While Lucius prattled on with pie in the sky ideals, the Nautolan focused on overcoming flaws, and how people were forged in the crucible of their times.

Downing the last of his water, Raj could only sigh that Lucius's flowery language was rubbing off on him.

"How high'd you get?" he ventured, waiting patiently for the piece de resistance of his dinner.

 

[Lucius Alexandros]

"2 feet." Lucius replied, somewhere between a mumble and normal word. "It's getting better, but it's still insanely ridiculously difficult." He paused, then took another bite of his burger and swallowed it. "It's not like using the energy to propel yourself. It's trying to keep everything in place, and stable. Telekinesis is not usually used like that. That's what makes it so hard, not just the precision."

He was obsessed with being able to control his force potential, and Raj knew it. Lucius wanted absolute control of his precision and magnitude, so he could use the exact amount of power necessary needed for any situation, so he would not go overboard.

Due to this, he had recently began meditating more intensely. His once mile-a-minute mind had slowed somewhat, which was useful, allowing him to focus more effectively.

He wanted to be able to fight the Sith. In fact, his goal was being versatile enough for any combat situation, and combined with his extra work to ensure he would not fall behind in history and knowledge, nor other necessary components, he was sleeping little these days. He was a prodigy, but refused to rest on his laurels, working day and night to improve himself in every technical way possible.

Raj and him, were oddly close. They would never admit it-not Raj anyway-but they were very in-tune with each other and worked hard to overcome their mutual weaknesses. Their master was quite a effective master, but more often than not Lucius and Raj ended up exploring on their own and getting into a sticky situation, so they often fought back-to-back.

This had led Lucius to realize Raj was more than he let on, but he kept this from the Nautolan. To interfere, might reduce Raj's willingness to further improve, and as such, was not desirable for his teammate.

He shook his head, refocusing.

"How about you? How has your training been? It's been some time since the last mission. I wish they had let us fight in the War..."

 

[Trayze Tesar]

Raj understood. He used the Force more as a continuous rushing pool of water around him. Rather than flashy and decisively timed pushes and bursts, he was methodical, and well rounded.

Sometimes Raj wished Lucius didn't work himself to the bone, a scattered and stressed mind was far more deadly than any weapon.

"Jedi have been peacekeepers first." Raj remarked, flipping idly through the holopages. "Right now, I'm trying to figure out how to keep the peace before I go headfirst into the War."

The two always had been worthy opponents, only scoring narrow victories against one another, but when the two fought together...well, several dismembered training dummies and bruised padawans would be the result.

"Besides, I can flip just about anyone here as easy as I can flip you." the Nautolan teased. "So I'd probably kick a Sith's ass easier, and better than you."

 

[Lucius Alexandros]

Lucius chuckled. "Sure but I'll have a blade in their gullet by the time your kick lands."
He took another bite, then piped up again.
"I've been thinking of heading to Tatooine. That's where the Chosen One was found, so I think it might be worth investigating. There might be a chance that it's the origin of the force. I want to see for myself. What do you think?" He asked Raj, his eyebrows tightened, out of curiosity.

Lucius always had been interested in discovering ancient secrets. For the longest time, he could only read about them, but now that he had gained some more freedom, he hoped to discover the missing pieces that was the cosmic puzzle.

 

[Trayze Tesar]

"Tatooine? That old dustball?" Raj scoffed, and pondered what he knew of it. Sure the legendary homeworld of both Skywalkers was indeed a good place, and it wasn't terribly outside the SJO's own sphere of influence. But Wild Space was still Wild Space.

"There's also...Jedha, Ossus, Lothal, Devaron, Alaris Prime..." the Nautolan listed and furrowed his brow. "And Illum. If you're hitting up all those spots, maybe go to ones...closer to the Jedi? So that way they can bail us out?"

When the milkshake arrived, Raj thanked the elder in Shyriiwook, before resuming. "You paid more attention in history than me, I'm just the pilot." he would also pause. "And...Master Dragonsflame is still recovering. Wouldn't be right if two of his padawans went gallivanting off across the galaxy chasing legends and lore."

Under normal circumstances, Raj would have taken Lucius up on the offer, to get away from the prim, proper, and sickeningly perfect Jedi. But he respected his Master for enduring a great deal of injury for his friends and those he cared about. Such sentiments was how Raj found himself at the Temple in the first place.

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Balance was next to impossible. The former Sith was struggling deeply and had come back to Kashyyyk in a desperate attempt to calm her heart, to return to peace. Arrogance and pride swarmed her. Why shouldn't it? She had led the attack that brought down the city on Tanaab under intense enemy bombardment, then she had personally fought the Mandalorian battlemaster, brought down the enemy EWAR attacks, and destroyed a battlecruiser with just a handful of droids. And those were just the most recent accomplishments. The sixteen year old had done more than anyone could expect, had survived the impossible, and had thrived in some of the most dangerous places in the galaxy. But it had taken its toll on her. Her body had been crushed and destroyed, her mind fractured and was always dangerously close to returning to the hatred. She was passion, and as such, she wanted to let go of the anger, of the fear, the desire to cause others pain.

In this uncertain galaxy, the Silvers were her source of peace, comfort, and understanding. They had accepted her as she was, rather than attempted to change her, gave her a place away from the overbearing hand of her Father, Aunt, Uncles....it was difficult being Darth Metus' daughter, the beloved niece of Cardinal, Srina Talon, Adron Malvern and Darth Tacitus.

However, in this moment, the girl simply decided to spend the time being a teenager again. As she reached for the door, the girl pulled her dark fluffy hooded cloak around her tighter. The fuzziness inside calmed her, and made her feel she could do anything. Her gloved hand pulled open the door and she moved inside the maltshop. The darkside cloaked her, ever present. However, it wasn't the sickening feel of a Sith, but it would be unmistakable.

The dark skinned teen moved up to the counter and slid up, the cloak parting a bit to reveal the Mandalorian armor under. Her large dark eyes looked up at the wookiee and she gave him the toothiest smile ever. Allya's voice was rich, accented, and very teasing. “Hey boss. One Ossberry shake, and a nerf burger....No, I don't want Bantha, I don't know how many times I have to tell you this. Yes, I am aware!” Her tongue poked out at the wookiee in a playful manner.

As she settled into the seat, her mind flashed back to the first time she had come to Kashyyk, the battle there....it had been a village much like this. Dark eyes turned towards the two already present, and her head tilted a bit. Some of her hair fell into her face, quickly brushed out of her face by gauntleted hands. “Good evening.”

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[Trayze Tesar]

Raj Lono already knew who she was, at least through third party gossip and the tittering of "shippers" and other students. Well, he knew the name, and the fact that whoever this "Jerrek" was, he was a lucky guy. Those two years weren't spent under books or a rock like Lucius.

Sure some may be swayed by her well toned physique, or her irrepressibly bubbly nature, but it was the confirmation of something sorely lacking in the Jedi Order. Passion. Flaw. Regret. Amidst the backdrop of the squeaky clean auras and reputations of some of the Jedi, he found a lack of...realness. By no means was he disparaging the Jedi Code, at least, not officially, the Nautolan was honest. People had flaws, at least, people other than the Jedi. But through the Force or through reputation, most of the Jedi were the atypical knights in shining armour.

Raj knew he was an outlier, growing up on a rough and tumble planet, making his living swinging punches and wrenches, but he didn't delude himself into thinking he was kind all the time.

But yes, Jerrek was indeed a lucky guy.

"Evenin'." the Nautolan began "You waitin' for friends or mind sittin' with us?" over the course of his training, Raj learned the difference between acting on intuition and impulse, this was the former. However, he was looking forward to seeing Lucius try and get with the girl. Poor Lucius really was Raj's lil' brother at times, and what family didn't tease and play jokes on one another?

[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Lucius Alexandros"]​

 

[Alaako Maashaa]

It had been just another day for the aspiring Togruta; menial tasks here and there throughout the temple, meditation to assist her focus, and class after class on all things Jedi. It was all interesting, but tiresome, for the normally rambunctious girl.

She had her mind set on this, and was going to accomplish her goals, one way or another.

This evening, she found her way to the village of Garu (the actual name of which she would attempt at a later date). More specifically, Murrawoorg’s. She had heard of the place in passing and decided to finally check it out.

It wasn't to busy when she entered, allowing her to pick her location. Once her seat was taken, nearby another group, she placed an order, something sweet and cool, and splayed out on the table before her.

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