New Faces in a Big World

[Janith Raru Kariton]

[member="Saint Monica"]

The new day dawned. A modified HWK-1000 rested in the Coruscant Spaceport. As moments past a young girl emerges from the vehicle and begins walking. After an hour of walking the girl arrived outside an old abandoned home. Stepping inside, she looked at the old furniture noticing an old framed photo; Picking it up she cried noticing it was of her old family, Moments after Janith finding the picture shuffling was heard in the room right over.

Hearing the shuffling, Janith approaches the room taking her staff out and preparing to breach the room... In her head she counts "One... Two.... Three...!", at three she breaches into the room finding three armed gang members stealing the old objects left behind in the abandoned home. The gang members hold there rifles up and aim them directly at Janith ready to fire. At that moment Janith throws a knife into one thug and shuts the life off.

As one of the thugs fall to the ground the room goes silent, the two remaining thugs begin chattering "Where is she?!"... "Get those lights on!".. As the thug walks back to turn on the light Janith jumps from the shadows taking out one guard yet in the process getting shot by a thugs round. "Stupid girl!.. My boss is gonna kill you..". Janith stands up from the wound and looks the thug in the eyes furiously and the thug simply blacks out from unknown causes, at that moment a massive force power emits from her as she falls to the ground being exhausted. After a few moments the cities police force is alerted for suspicious occurrences in the abandoned house.

 

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[member="Janith Raru Kariton"]

Elsewhere. At Piper's Patio. Monica and Grant are leaning against the balcony railing. Taking in the sights. The happy couple is sharing beer and reminiscing about old times. In the summer air hangs the lofty feathers of a warm summer breeze and the crisp burning smell of the nearby bamboo torches. It is a pleasant retreat from military life for the both of them and a far away haven from Denon or Prosperity. Yet suddenly. That all changes when a disturbance strikes the Force.

Monica and Grant pause to consider the wind. Stillness encapsulates them. Their eyes are drawn slowly to the horizon and the location of a very-much abandoned house. And perhaps, to very unconscious girl as well.

No words need be spoken. As both Monica and Grant are skilled telepaths in the Jedi-bendu ways. Their voice-less conversation is as brief as it is potent. It's time to go. So, with a nod the bartender, they throw their beer in to the trash, and strike open the large exit doors. He'll go get the car. She'll move out on the bike. The Force would do the rest.


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Monica arrived to the abandoned home long before Grant ever would. Her roaring metal motorcycle still churning and rolling underneath her long dark legs. She wore the striking leather outfit of a ninja-black motorcycle rider. The full body suit that protected against dry road and hard falls. Yet still, she preferred to saddle up and ride with no helmet at all. A fatal choice to most. A disturbing lack of caution to others. Yet even so Monica would rather let her short blue-colored hair flash into the wind, then stuff her luscious long locks into another bucket helm of metal. She remained. Wild as the sun.

She could sense the conflict that had happened here even from outside. Already the local police craft had arrived and were calling back to base with in the crime scene. Men with dark helms and long guns stood outside the doorway. Blocking the entry and searching for more trouble with their black digital eyes. Monica paid them no mind. She past between them without them even knowing her. Holding their minds firmly within her Jedi hands.

Monica released them when she saw the girl. A hospital nurse kneeling down nearby to check on her condition. [member="Janith Raru Kariton "]was unconscious on the bloody floor indeed. However. She was soon about to awake. For the Force that made her was stirring. Monica could sense it.

"She's... Healing?" gave the nurse with a gasp.

My my. Moinca folded her arms and stared at the crime scene intently. What a strange strange occurrence indeed.

 

[Janith Raru Kariton]

As the blaster wound on Janith's body finished healing over she began to awake.. Drowsy from the events she rubs her eyes. Finishing that she opens her eyes noticing the new people in the room.. "Oh no.." in her mind she realizes from the look of the scene it looks as she murdered a few people and prepares to make a run for it. As she begins to limp up she looks around studying the room looking [member="Saint Monica"] straight in the eyes then looking away. In her head she analyzes the situation "She must be strong.. Meaning.. I'll be taken down in any fight within a second... Then outside there must be officers.. and my staff is pretty much broken now.. Well.. crap..".

Janith checks her belt as shes looking around at everyone.. she realizes shes out of any smoke grenades or shock grenades.. Coming to the realization that fleeing will not work she puts her hands to her sides and calms her self down. She simply stands there waiting for a response from either the nurse or Jedi Master.

 

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[member="Janith Raru Kariton "]had sensed Monica's rank and file intrinsically. Though Monica wore no robes and colored her hair blue, so the Force had revealed much to the girl. Fascinating.

She was a natural.

Ahem. Well. Anyway. It was time to clean this mess up, I suppose. She gave a wave of her hand to the scowling man in the trenchcoat,

"Lieutenant. I'll be taking the girl to the cars. You've got the scene till forensics shows up."

He seemed puzzled as his brain buzzed from the magics. Then nodded some understanding,

"Alright. Get her out of here. We can question her back at the station."

"Cheers." Monica nodded to the policeman and then returned her gaze to Kariton, "Girl. This way please. ...You're with me."

She motioned back out the door and towards her motorcycle beyond. It was time they left. And, no. They weren't going back to the Police Station. This motorcycle ride was not meant for mere humans. Monica needed to speak with this girl-savant. Alone.

 

[Janith Raru Kariton]

As we approached the motorcycle I began to realize this woman was not a normal person.. this feeling, this tingling feeling.. she was a force user.. maybe a Sith.. hopefully a Jedi. As this dawned and we were finally alone by the motorcycle I felt the need to ask.

"Miss, please I did not mean to hurt those thugs, they attacked me and I tried my hardest not to hurt them" Janith said as she began fearing what this lady was planning on doing to her, Janith truly showed her signs of fear as being so young, her head thought she was either going to prison or.. Well, only the worse could be imaginable.

"Just.. What are you going to do to me.. Please, I'll do anything if you just don't send me to prison"

[member="Saint Monica"]

 

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Monica sent Grant a mental note of what had transpired thus far. He nodded and then turned his car around. Things would be changing now. The police would handle the rest.

The blue-haired woman then turned to [member="Janith Raru Kariton "]as the stood outside. Projecting her voice directly into Janith's mind. Speaking without sound.

~ "It's quite alright dear. You're not going to prison." ~

Monice sat down on her bike and prepped it for a quick start.

~ "However, yes. You are going to tell me what happened back there. And no lies, please. We adepts can sense such trivial matters. Mmm. Especially when you can't seem to control your emotions yet either. No no. Do not fear me girl. We are alike. You and I. ...As such, I may be able to help you." ~

She lifted the kickstand and smiled back at Kariton. A magical Jedi woman indeed. This time however, she spoke with her mouth.

"I am Monica. A friend to women such as yourself. Now. Who are you, and why don't you tell me what happened back in there, hmm?"

It was time to get some answers. For both of them.

 

[Janith Raru Kariton]

Janith would freak as hearing the voice within her head would be something internally new to her. "Whoa.. Did you hear that voice? Was that you!?!" after hearing this she knew running away or anything besides going with the girl would be foolish as.. it would be like paper fighting scissors.

Janith would then move to step upon the motorcycle "and well to answer your question.. I'm Janith R. Kariton.. This was my parents house Miss Monica.. these thugs were trying to steal the old stuff inside and well.. it triggered my emotions and I couldn't control myself and.." Janith would begin freaking out as her own anger would scare herself, showing deep down, she truly is young and mentally feeble. after a moment she would calm herself down before she could cry.

"Hey... what did you mean you can help me? And how would you know I need any help?" Janith would hold herself onto the cycle preparing herself for the trip ahead.

In one side, Janith knew this would be a wild ride for her.

On the other hand, She knew this girl would help her.. and she knew that she needed help..

[member="Saint Monica"]

 

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Monica started the engine and checked that [member="Janith Raru Kariton "]was settled. Good. Now they could begin in earnest. Monica hit the gas and immediately they took to the air like an air-speeder. The wind was tremendous, so Monica continued their conversation mentally. At least. On her part anyway. As buildings wrapped around them on all sides.

~ "I was trained in the Jedi arts from a young age, dear girl. Like you, when I was young I possessed a power I could not control. However, in time. I learned not only to control my new abilities but to help other people cope with theirs as well. Indeed. What you are hearing now within your mind is my very voice. Projected through the Force as telepathy. It allows me to talk to you. To communicate with you. To speak to your heart in a way that words alone and of-themselves could never accomplish. This is a gift of the Force. The energy field created by all life, that even now you can now begin to sense and hear for yourself. This is the source of your power. And, your curse." ~

They took to the skies of Coruscant and then to the clouds. The temperature became cooler and the wind held a hint of moisture against your skin. But the shear force of their speed of travel kept you grounded. A planet passed underneath your fleet. Clouds around your shoulders. The warm heat of an unknown woman pressed against your hands for safety. No. Here you were flying.

Monica slowed the bike among the clouds to a cruising pace. As up here in the sunlight, they had no place to go at all. A sky ocean. Then she began to speak in her own words amongst the wind,

"Girl. Can you reach into my mind? Can you sense my power? Much like your own. Here. Now. Reach out with your feelings. Close your eyes and feel the heat of the sun against your face. High high up. High among the clouds and the sky of Gods own heaven. Can you not touch the Force for yourself? Feel it within your very bones."

She smiled and looked to the sun above.

"It is calling to you Janith. ...Just let it in."

 

[Janith Raru Kariton]

Janith as much as she did not want to creep Monica out she quickly wean't to wrapping her arms fully around her, being scared of the heights. "Miss or um Monica.. I dont have the force and I dont know what you are talking about.." Janith would shrug off what Monica was saying as.. the force was a word which clouded her mind in anger. "Monica.. I cant do all these force abilities you have, the force is a weapon.. and I wont let it control me or be with me either..".. "The force is what in the end made me lose my parents as.. the thugs who murdered my parents came for me saying their boss wanted me to sell on the black market to the so called Sith".. Janith would tear up as thinking of the pass would heavily cloud her mind and truly depress her as she lives a life running from what she really is. "I watched them die and I was too weak to do anything"

As she would continue to talk, the dark side would cloud the inside of her as at the same time the light side thanks to your presence and the sun would be surrounding her, the force emitting from her would then show of a war of her emotions as truly, she cant control what she really is inside.

Janith after a moment of anger, sadness and a flurry of other emotions would calm herself down and ask [member="Saint Monica"] "What did you mean by my curse?"... "And do you know what I am.. If you really think you can help me I want answers.. I'm sorry for being a force but.. I think your the only one who can help me find the answers"

 

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Ah. So that's what it was. Monica nodded to the Force and smiled,

"Not here. ...Come. I have something I want to show you."

She flipped the switch and off they went again. Tearing through the clouds, and sky, and heavenly expanse that was Coruscant's brightest skyline. Monica spoke no words nor carried any thoughts as they traveled. Janith Raru Kariton needed time now. Time to express and to calm her own emotions. Time to be present. Time to be still. Time to look around and see the beauty of the world around her.

And then they saw it. The Jedi Temple of Coruscant. Rebuilt again and consecrated to the Force anew, by the New Jedi Order of Sullust. A white building. A tall building. Who's very foundation was a mountain unto the Force.

Monica tilted the bike and down they went. Passing through the buzzing sky lanes of the upper city. On a path straight towards the tall spires beyond.

"Hold on."

Monica tapped her com and spoke briefly with the clearance officer in the Jedi tower. Landing clearance was awarded on the guest pad. They could arrive with the public transports at any time.

"We're clear. This is our exit."

A flashing sign took them down a level and onward into the sun. Monica slowed on the decent to the Jedi Temples outer gardens and set them down with the rest of the civilian craft. Cars, and buses, and school children too. Aliens and near-humans. Tourists and fair travelers. They landed among the people and parked amongst the crowd.

It was time to go. Yet. Even here. The air smelled different. The wind breathed with a new sigh. The stones beneath your feet felt lighter and warmer than you had ever experienced. Something was different about this place. Something you could feel within your soul.

As [member="Janith Raru Kariton "]struggled within, yet might she be at peace without. For this place was holy to the Jedi for a reason. This mountain could rest the soul.

"We're here."

 

[Janith Raru Kariton]

As they would arrive Janith would have calmed herself to a neutral point.. At the sight of the temple she would also entirely be in shock as she would have never seen anything like it in her life as she lived slums most or all her life to be exact. The temple in sight truly stunned her for its beauty and size or magnitude.

"Monica.. This place is truly beautiful, how was something like this even created? the architecture and skill of a temple like this is something of a legend"

As she continued with Monica into the temple Janith a serenity within herself, something she had not felt since she was young. after a moment, the line on her arm lit with a very light blue shining brightly through even the Mandalorian wrist attachment. yet she was to in shock to even notice.

"Monica.. this place feels... like a home.. the feeling calms my heart and makes me feel safe, like I was mean't to be here" Janith's force presence would let out as she would find a happy-ness with herself, and in the end it would allow Monica to look more into Janith as she would finally let her guard down and relax herself letting her mind flow free.

"Thank you Monica for bringing me here... I apoligies for being so.. rude.." Jane would sit being compleatly at ease with herself.

[member="Saint Monica"]

 

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The blue-haired woman smiled as [member="Janith Raru Kariton "]apologized. Oh how quickly she had forgotton how today began. After all, today had not been like yesterday. Oh no. Today, Monica had found a strange girl, in a strange house, surrounded by dead men, and police forces. That strange girl had not only healed miraculously but had a remarkably strong affinity to the Force. And that girl had a past too. Cloaked in dark shadow. All of these things added together made today far stranger and, indeed, far more wonderful that anybody could simply by being 'rude'. Hehe. They were past that point now. So. Yes. Apology accepted.

"Janith. I brought you here so that we might understand one another. I to understand you, and you to understand me. This is our purpose."

Monica smiled and gestured to a couch nearby. Here, in the Great Hall, there were amenities meant for guests and visitors. For only in the Great Hall could non-Jedi linger. So they two would sit and linger likewise.

"You had some questions of me early that I would be happy to explain. So please. Be at ease and know that this place is holy. You need fear nothing as we talk together like the bright women we are."

She crossed her legs and took a seat across from Janith. Nodding to the vast space and quiet audience of the room.

"Janith. I was once a Jedi Knight. A young woman gifted with exceptional powers and, an exceptional education. I have traveled the universe as you might travel the city. I have lived, dear girl. And I have lost much too. ...Like you, I know hurt, and pain, and suffering. Not only in mind and body but in magic, in love, and in the spiritual realms of the Force itself. We are the same. You and I. In many, many ways."

Monica smiled.

"Will you not share with me your story Janith. For once again I offer my help and the help of the Force. Tell us, dear girl. At the heart of this sacred mountain. ...What troubles you?"

 

[Janith Raru Kariton]

Janith sighed at the question as she was hoping to not have to say anything. "Monica, My life is a dark one but if you very much want to know I will tell you..." Janith would come and sit on the couch and get relaxed close to you.. "My name is Janith Raru Kariton, I am the daughter of Marx and Jiana Kariton who are my.. as I wished to not learn "adopted" parents.. I still loved them though" Janith as she said that would begin crying as she tried her hardest for all her life to repress her feelings.

After a moment of crying Janith would calm herself "I'm sorry for crying.. Well, most of my life I helped my parents restaurant as I worked as a waiter. As time passed my life progressed positively, I lived.. a very peaceful loving life with my parents and some friends and I felt I received a fair education. 3 Months after I turned sixteen some thugs murdered my parents.. thats were I learned of my powers and what I really am.. When I saw the thugs that killed my parents the anger in me took control and all I remember is what I saw after which.. was a bloody mess"

Janith would lay her head back as the thought of her past would trouble her even as she was in the temple

"The gang boss wanted me because I'm some sort of stupid artifact or quote on quote force creation as that slobbering jerk of a man called me!... All I wanted was to be a normal girl living a normal life, not some force weapon, or or.. some unnatural object that makes others scared.. I just wanted to be normal"

"And what troubles me is this power in me.. I sometimes wish I didn't have it as.. it makes me an uncontrollable weapon of destruction and death and if I was not like this Miss [member="Saint Monica"] maybe I would still have my parents.. maybe I'd live an actual happy life where I dont have to scavenge for a living."

Janith groaned as letting this out troubled her

"Wait... Who is us?"

 

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"Us. The Force. The Jedi. This place. All of it is connected. Even the powers that grow inside of you are a part of it. And, my dear Janith. I am so sorry for your loss. For the loss of your parents. For the anxiety of not being in control. I understand dear girl. And I promise you. In time, it will all be alright."

Monica looked sad as [member="Janith Raru Kariton "]recounted her tale. Indeed. A terrible way to go through life. Pivoting everything upon the loss of your parents. Perhaps the events of today were simply too present. The reminders of her sorrows, just too close.

Monica sighed and gave the girl a moment to grieve. Once again. She just needed some time.

"Janith. You do not have to be a weapon. You can be, whatever you want to be. With the help of the Jedi, you can gain control. Indeed. Just like I did with my power. ...If you want. You can let the Jedi teach you how. You can find control."

She tilted her head and placed her hands in her lap,

"Wouldn't that be something worth working towards, yes?"

 

[Janith Raru Kariton]

"Well.. Yeah that really is something something I should look forward too.." Jane groaned and looked down but then looked [member="Saint Monica"] directly in eyes as.. Janith's eyes would appear light blue as the temple and Monica herself would have calmed her.

"Monica, I.. i.. dont know why but I just need to ask, If I am to join this "Jedi order".. who will be my master?" Janith would look Monica in the eyes again giving a look of great comfort and a look she has not given since her parents deaths..

"And.. All I wish is from you is.. I very much want to know what I really am, I dont want to live a life of confusion, I truly want to learn what I am and why some gang leader truly wanted me"

"And..... Thank you Monica, you bringing me here means alot to me.. like alot."

 

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Monica nodded.

"Well. I'm glad to hear that you'll at least consider it. Thank you Janith."

She paused and reflected upon something Kariton had said earlier. A Force Artifact. I mean, up to this point Monica had figured Kariton was simply just another lost Force User. Powerful yes, but not a Force Construct. ...Yet, as her eyes changed. Monica couldn't help but wonder too.

Just what was [member="Janith Raru Kariton "]?

"...Ahem. Anyway. There will be some paperwork first. Heh. The New Jedi Order loves their paperwork. Mm, still. I think this is still for the best."

She brushed her hair and looked around the hall,

"I actually don't know who the NJO will offer to be your Master, Janith. It could be Master Voidstalker or maybe one of the Talith girls. Mm. But? Should you ever need me? For anything. Here's my number. ...Feel free to call me anytime. After all. What are girlfriends for, right? Hehe."

Monica stood up and offered Janith a hug,

"Friends then?"

 

[Janith Raru Kariton]

Janith gratefully took the hug in smiling but right as they fully hugged a small vision of what she is rushed into Monica, nothing long enough to know what really it was though..

"Yeah... Friends.." laughingly she responds again "thanks girlfriend" she would also write down the number and nod to [member="Saint Monica"] smiling happily.

"So where is the paper work?" Janith asked as she truly hated doing anything writing based was truly dreaded to her.

"And.. before we depart.. could you be my master? or like is that possib-" Janith would cut herself of thinking she was being strange and weird looking down from Monica as she feels she was over stepping her boundary

 

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Monica felt the vision and did her best to unravel it's mysteries. Alas. Time was short and Janith was already speaking again. Whatever secrets the vision held? Monica would need to meditate upon them later.

"Um... Yes. Yes I could be your Master. I um... Well. I guess that I will have to resign up with the NJO too then? Hehe. Oh dear. Now we're both signing up. Ha. Look at that."

Monica smiled.

"Come. Let's find one of the Temple Masters and we'll go from there. Just me and you. Two new faces. In a big, big world."


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So it was that [member="Janith Raru Kariton "]and Saint Monica of New Prosperity began a new journey together. Two new faces in a big, big world.