Dion Kayl
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"Okay, so what do you do? What's your profession?"
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One Man's Trash [seeking a faction]
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Captain Keeli
Captain Keeli, back from the dead.
"I'm just a wanderer. I don't see why interrogation is necessary lad."
Dion Kayl
Member
"It's necessary because you want to take me somewhere to meet someone, and I don't understand why, and I've been tricked before. What the hell do you get out of helping me, 'wanderer?' And don't call me LAD!" He punctuates this by placing both his hands on the DC-17's grip and raising it slightly. "I'm 45 years old. I know that because every single day of my life for the last nineteen years since I was kidnapped was recorded and filed in reports by a PSYCHOPATH who, one time, made me tear out a helpless man's throat with this karking mechanical jaw of mine, and I can still taste his blood!"
Dion cocked his head to one side slightly, his eyes gleaming orange, "What are you after?"
Dion cocked his head to one side slightly, his eyes gleaming orange, "What are you after?"
Captain Keeli
Captain Keeli, back from the dead.
"Okay look, why the hell do you think I'm going to harm you! I'm a good guy, I want to help. Killing me does not help. Drop the gun NOW!"
James Justice
Charting new Paths
James knew many people--in fact he was practically the king of private contractors. He had more people on his call-some as drinking buddies and some as formal business associates. If James hadn't spent his formative years on a junk freighter working where learning and retaining names was a must--he would have no way of knowing all the people who knew him. The spacer stepped out onto the junk planet he found his way to [member="Captain Keeli"]. The man had been useful--in his own right and way. For that he was on hand when the man gave him a call.
Stropping along with his tale-tell cigarette casting a trail of smoke behind him, he found the mate standing with another figure. The second one looked to be quite disfigured--and armored. He was clearly a cyborg. James shrugged, he had seen many before. Super soldiers, most fashioned themselves as. Some were willing, others were not. Judging by the tension he could feel wafing off this fellow, he guessed it was the second. That didn't stop James--after all this was the man who once literally waltzed across a minefield.
"Ah, Captain, good to see ye again, its been too long," James shouted cheerfully, giving him a broad smile. He slapped the fellow on the back and offered his hand to the super soldier. His aura oozed nothing more than charismatic winsomeness and calm. The smell of alcohol on his breath carried the same message: He was harmless. He chuckled, looking at the drawn weapon, "Come along, mate let's put that away so we can all talk civil, like, eh?"
[member="Dion Kayl"]
Stropping along with his tale-tell cigarette casting a trail of smoke behind him, he found the mate standing with another figure. The second one looked to be quite disfigured--and armored. He was clearly a cyborg. James shrugged, he had seen many before. Super soldiers, most fashioned themselves as. Some were willing, others were not. Judging by the tension he could feel wafing off this fellow, he guessed it was the second. That didn't stop James--after all this was the man who once literally waltzed across a minefield.
"Ah, Captain, good to see ye again, its been too long," James shouted cheerfully, giving him a broad smile. He slapped the fellow on the back and offered his hand to the super soldier. His aura oozed nothing more than charismatic winsomeness and calm. The smell of alcohol on his breath carried the same message: He was harmless. He chuckled, looking at the drawn weapon, "Come along, mate let's put that away so we can all talk civil, like, eh?"
[member="Dion Kayl"]
Dion Kayl
Member
Dion looked nervous-- he felt very nervous. Suddenly he was the bad guy, the crazy one with the gun, but didn't everyone understand none of this was his fault? He kept his finger on the trigger and addressed Keeli in a shaky voice: "Was this the plan all along? Did you give me this gun to see what I'd do with it?!" He was horrified-- how could he ever be certain he was no longer the subject of some intricate experiment? He could turn the gun on himself and end things permanently... but what if that was merely proving some twisted hypothesis that the mad scientist had already predicted?
A dark side of him wanted to pull the trigger, first killing Keeli and then every other bystander until someone eventually took him out.
Before anything could happen, however, a new man approached; this one smelled of cigarettes and alcohol, a combination which reminded him of the hand-rolled stogies and whiskey he'd sometimes shared with his father and older brother after a long day in the fields-- but such a memory had no place in the present moment and quickly sizzled away in the fire of Dion's anxiety. The new man was close now and was offering his hand, but Dion refused to take it. "I feel much better holding the gun." He did, however, lower the barrel so that it pointed safely at the ground. "I assume you're the friend 'James' this one mentioned. I told him I needed help with repairs, and I meant it... I want to be civil, but how do I know..." he gulped nervously, "... that this isn't all an experiment?"
[member="James Justice"] , [member="Captain Keeli"]
A dark side of him wanted to pull the trigger, first killing Keeli and then every other bystander until someone eventually took him out.
Before anything could happen, however, a new man approached; this one smelled of cigarettes and alcohol, a combination which reminded him of the hand-rolled stogies and whiskey he'd sometimes shared with his father and older brother after a long day in the fields-- but such a memory had no place in the present moment and quickly sizzled away in the fire of Dion's anxiety. The new man was close now and was offering his hand, but Dion refused to take it. "I feel much better holding the gun." He did, however, lower the barrel so that it pointed safely at the ground. "I assume you're the friend 'James' this one mentioned. I told him I needed help with repairs, and I meant it... I want to be civil, but how do I know..." he gulped nervously, "... that this isn't all an experiment?"
[member="James Justice"] , [member="Captain Keeli"]
Captain Keeli
Captain Keeli, back from the dead.
"For the last time, we're not tricking you. We want to help, James knows a guy that can help. You're not the bad guy, none of us are. You need help, we're here to give it."
Keeli was sensing this cyborg had temper issues. He'd remain more cautious as this chat continued.
Keeli was sensing this cyborg had temper issues. He'd remain more cautious as this chat continued.
Dion Kayl
Member
Dion's gaze shifted from James to Keeli and back, trying to judge their honesty. It was hard. Being in the "real world"-- if that's what this truly was-- introduced a multitude of variables that he hadn't been confronted with in the lab, the most confounding of which was turning out to be basic social interaction. Somehow, one had to trust others to get along in life, or so one part of Dion's brain would have him think, but in a Galaxy so huge, how could one know who was trustworthy and who was deceptive? Right now, the cyborg seemed incapable of distinguishing between the two-- perhaps his mind had been more damaged in that lab than he thought. Nothing made sense anymore.
... although, there was one thing. Suddenly he remembered the being with the lightsabers who had passed by only moments ago, and that shock she'd sent through his system as if he'd just breathed fresh air. There was some invisible presence around her (if Dion could remember the Force, he might have a name for it) that seemed definitive-- her aura spoke more clearly than words. Words you can't trust. That aura though... he felt it was still around, in fact, he felt that a significant amount of energy was swelling from points all around him, though he couldn't quite identify them.
Still nervous, he continued to face James and Keeli with his hands on the blaster, but turned his head momentarily to see if he could spot her in the crowd of onlookers that had formed around his location.
[member="Captain Keeli"] , [member="James Justice"] , [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] , [member="Serenna"]
... although, there was one thing. Suddenly he remembered the being with the lightsabers who had passed by only moments ago, and that shock she'd sent through his system as if he'd just breathed fresh air. There was some invisible presence around her (if Dion could remember the Force, he might have a name for it) that seemed definitive-- her aura spoke more clearly than words. Words you can't trust. That aura though... he felt it was still around, in fact, he felt that a significant amount of energy was swelling from points all around him, though he couldn't quite identify them.
Still nervous, he continued to face James and Keeli with his hands on the blaster, but turned his head momentarily to see if he could spot her in the crowd of onlookers that had formed around his location.
[member="Captain Keeli"] , [member="James Justice"] , [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] , [member="Serenna"]
Seraphina Shel'tah
Kinky Darth Pinky
Seraphina rarely spent much energy on watching folks with blasters shoot each other unless it directly involved the life of a friend, another Jedi, or a child. None of those categories applied here. On the far reaches of space, where government rule was shaky, and order was controlled by those with the most credits, a Jedi really had no place in their primary function, being peacekeepers. So if a group of disgruntled folks decided they'd wanted to blast each other to bits of space dust, she'd pay them no mind. Perhaps that was how things were here. Still, she turned her head, hearing the shouting between each participant, and the waving of blasters back and forth.
The Twi'lek kept her distance from beyond the encircled crowd, but eyed between the mesh of bodies to see the group standing within the radius. She noticed the rather disfigured cyborg staring her down almost immediately, though she couldn't quite understand why. Perhaps it was the lightsabers dancing off either hip like a pair of beacons to those who paid enough attention. It seemed deeper than that, though. He was staring intently, his eyes practically telling the story for him. He knew she was a Jedi. Not many sensitive to the Force would venture their way out here. Her eyes maintained contact as she drew a bit closer, just enough to see his facial features in full, before flicking her gaze to the others. She knew none of them by name or face. Then again, she'd not expect to know anyone this far out.
[member="Dion Kayl"] | [member="Captain Keeli"] | [member="Serenna"] | [member="James Justice"]
OOC Note: I only have time to post 1-2 times per day, so I may get lost with rapid posts.
The Twi'lek kept her distance from beyond the encircled crowd, but eyed between the mesh of bodies to see the group standing within the radius. She noticed the rather disfigured cyborg staring her down almost immediately, though she couldn't quite understand why. Perhaps it was the lightsabers dancing off either hip like a pair of beacons to those who paid enough attention. It seemed deeper than that, though. He was staring intently, his eyes practically telling the story for him. He knew she was a Jedi. Not many sensitive to the Force would venture their way out here. Her eyes maintained contact as she drew a bit closer, just enough to see his facial features in full, before flicking her gaze to the others. She knew none of them by name or face. Then again, she'd not expect to know anyone this far out.
[member="Dion Kayl"] | [member="Captain Keeli"] | [member="Serenna"] | [member="James Justice"]
OOC Note: I only have time to post 1-2 times per day, so I may get lost with rapid posts.
James Justice
Charting new Paths
James leaned back against a ship and chuckled and motioned down to the rest of his body, his leather jacket, leather pants, and gunbelt. Honestly, he hadn't changed tee shirts in two days, and it smelt of his Zeltron pheromones. His gunbelt with his two weapons was in a state of loving disrepair and well-use.
"Do ye see a white lab coat on me? Do I have a clip board on me, or a pen? Datapad? Anything?" He asked playfully tossing his hands up winsomely, "Come now, mate, I ain't gonna hurt you, and I think you know that."
To accentuate it, he used his telepathy to send a subtle wave of trust and comfort. He let the subtle strings pull as the were, to better days before the bad times. Before the hurt, before the psychosis and using of the drugs. He knew this man wanted to be safe again, he would do what he could to give that to him.
James took a step forward and lowered his voice half an octave, "Come on, mate, I know ye want to be free. I am the Liberator. Let me set ye free. Let me bring ye back to peace. Ye know ye want it. I know ye do too; and deep down inside I know ye are wanting to be free. Come on, mate, trust yourself. Trust your instincts."
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
[member="Dion Kayl"]
[member="Captain Keeli"]
"Do ye see a white lab coat on me? Do I have a clip board on me, or a pen? Datapad? Anything?" He asked playfully tossing his hands up winsomely, "Come now, mate, I ain't gonna hurt you, and I think you know that."
To accentuate it, he used his telepathy to send a subtle wave of trust and comfort. He let the subtle strings pull as the were, to better days before the bad times. Before the hurt, before the psychosis and using of the drugs. He knew this man wanted to be safe again, he would do what he could to give that to him.
James took a step forward and lowered his voice half an octave, "Come on, mate, I know ye want to be free. I am the Liberator. Let me set ye free. Let me bring ye back to peace. Ye know ye want it. I know ye do too; and deep down inside I know ye are wanting to be free. Come on, mate, trust yourself. Trust your instincts."
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
[member="Dion Kayl"]
[member="Captain Keeli"]
Dion Kayl
Member
When he locked eyes with the Jedi he realized he knew what she was, not only because he had heard stories of lightsaber-wielding warriors as a child, but more significantly, because her aura stood out amongst the denezins of the junktown like a beacon. Being captive for so long, held on an isolated space station and drugged out of his mind, he'd had no chance to experience the Force in this way, but now his eyes were open to it.
When James spoke, his voice resonated in Dion's mind on a similar wavelength as the Jedi's aura; he realized that he was experiencing a form of telepathy that communicated emotion as well as ideas, and this was all he needed to ease his tension. It was very similar to what the Chiss woman had affected earlier.
He tossed the gun on the ground towards Keeli, backing slightly away. He'd actually never held a gun in his life, that was the first time-- on the farm there had never been any use for such things, and his father was against them on principle.
"I'm sorry." He said honestly to James and Keeli, trying to breathe evenly to remain calm. He swept back his sweaty silver brow, revealing a light-colored barcode centered directly on his forehead with the characters "K3617" barely visible in a tiny, neat font. His eyes ceased glowing orange and became the color of sand.
He turned slightly and looked at the Twi'lek Jedi, whose species he only knew the name for because there had been some of them held captive in the mad scientist's lab, too. He felt like she understood much about his situation just from their brief, unspoken interchange. He tried to reach out in the telekinetic language of the Force for the first time and expressed, to all of those present who could hear him in this way, I am so very lost. I need guidance.
[member="James Justice"] , [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] , [member="Captain Keeli"] , [member="Serenna"]
[OOC: Sorry for the rapid posting yesterday, I know that makes it hard for everyone to participate! I really appreciate everyone who's been a part of this so far. The thread can probably be considered nearly done, once Dion can be taken to a place where he can decide where to undergo Force training. That's what I was aiming for from the start, and you all really helped me explore this character for the first time. Many thanks!]
When James spoke, his voice resonated in Dion's mind on a similar wavelength as the Jedi's aura; he realized that he was experiencing a form of telepathy that communicated emotion as well as ideas, and this was all he needed to ease his tension. It was very similar to what the Chiss woman had affected earlier.
He tossed the gun on the ground towards Keeli, backing slightly away. He'd actually never held a gun in his life, that was the first time-- on the farm there had never been any use for such things, and his father was against them on principle.
"I'm sorry." He said honestly to James and Keeli, trying to breathe evenly to remain calm. He swept back his sweaty silver brow, revealing a light-colored barcode centered directly on his forehead with the characters "K3617" barely visible in a tiny, neat font. His eyes ceased glowing orange and became the color of sand.
He turned slightly and looked at the Twi'lek Jedi, whose species he only knew the name for because there had been some of them held captive in the mad scientist's lab, too. He felt like she understood much about his situation just from their brief, unspoken interchange. He tried to reach out in the telekinetic language of the Force for the first time and expressed, to all of those present who could hear him in this way, I am so very lost. I need guidance.
[member="James Justice"] , [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] , [member="Captain Keeli"] , [member="Serenna"]
[OOC: Sorry for the rapid posting yesterday, I know that makes it hard for everyone to participate! I really appreciate everyone who's been a part of this so far. The thread can probably be considered nearly done, once Dion can be taken to a place where he can decide where to undergo Force training. That's what I was aiming for from the start, and you all really helped me explore this character for the first time. Many thanks!]
Serenna
Character
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Dion Kayl"] [member="Captain Keeli"]
There was a lot of things happening at once and it was almost making her head spin as Seranna watched everything with some of her thoughts going to the more dangerous things of people shooting while she stood there moving more in line with the other jedi and keeping her hands at her side getting herself ready in case of problems or bad things happening. "So I am Serenna from the jedi order and I am lost. Who is shooting whom do you know?" She didn't want violence and was working more towards having it be a calm place but there was a lot that could go wrong with her focus on some of the other things.
ooc note: I am so lost with the rapid posting. I'm just going to sit behind Sera amd speaking in general so just guide it
There was a lot of things happening at once and it was almost making her head spin as Seranna watched everything with some of her thoughts going to the more dangerous things of people shooting while she stood there moving more in line with the other jedi and keeping her hands at her side getting herself ready in case of problems or bad things happening. "So I am Serenna from the jedi order and I am lost. Who is shooting whom do you know?" She didn't want violence and was working more towards having it be a calm place but there was a lot that could go wrong with her focus on some of the other things.
ooc note: I am so lost with the rapid posting. I'm just going to sit behind Sera amd speaking in general so just guide it
Seraphina Shel'tah
Kinky Darth Pinky
Sera maintained her distance in the crowd. The silent words echoed by Dion's mind passed clearly to her. It seemed there were at least two others nearby that would hear his words, as she sensed the Force welling around the Chiss and the human looking male. To what their allegiance was held to was a mystery however. She chose to respond in kind, specifically and solely to Dion.
What is it that you seek? The Twi'lek was not the type to simply rush into taking someone aboard her ship. There were also millions of Force sensitives in the galaxy, many of which would never learn of their own hidden talents, while others might fall victim to the dark side of the Force. She had trained enough Padawans only to watch them betray her teachings, and the Jedi, to be weary of taking on new apprentices.
What is it you hope to find?
[member="Serenna"] | [member="Dion Kayl"] | [member="James Justice"]
What is it that you seek? The Twi'lek was not the type to simply rush into taking someone aboard her ship. There were also millions of Force sensitives in the galaxy, many of which would never learn of their own hidden talents, while others might fall victim to the dark side of the Force. She had trained enough Padawans only to watch them betray her teachings, and the Jedi, to be weary of taking on new apprentices.
What is it you hope to find?
[member="Serenna"] | [member="Dion Kayl"] | [member="James Justice"]
Captain Keeli
Captain Keeli, back from the dead.
"Alright listen. Your non cooperation is leading us no where. Just answer our questions and we'll leave. Will you except our help?"
James Justice
Charting new Paths
James adjusted the slug thrower slung across his shoulder before stuffing one hand in his leather coat pocket and looping another's thumb through his gunbelt. [member="Captain Keeli"] was right, and for James time was money. He looked at the crowd gathering and let out a wreath of smoke.
"Ye get out of 'ere," he shouted, "get out. Ye got things to do, better than watch a poor man loose his minds."
He turned his head back to the poor man. In the corner of his HUD contacts he could see he was getting a call on his Comm. A job. Of course, he needed to call back on a deal to run guns to Soceras from Merc Weapons. He would need to be up and gone in a few minutes. He had to be moving. He sighed and shook his head. His head tickled, picking up on bits of the telepathic messages going back and forth. It felt like someone else was tickling his nasal membranes as he was hearing whispers from other voices, "Mate, I know ye been done wrong. Believe me, I be knowing. I work in," he paused. How could he word this with the present company to make sure he didn't give away any vital intel? Or blow his cover as wealthy business man? "I work to help souls like ye who been done wrong. I work to make ye right. Get ye help. Get ye back on ye feet, and if ye would like--work too. I run security and I be sure that ye could be useful helping keep the good people safe." He paused and let a wreath of smoke from his lips, "What do ye say?"
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
[member="Serenna"]
[member="Dion Kayl"]
"Ye get out of 'ere," he shouted, "get out. Ye got things to do, better than watch a poor man loose his minds."
He turned his head back to the poor man. In the corner of his HUD contacts he could see he was getting a call on his Comm. A job. Of course, he needed to call back on a deal to run guns to Soceras from Merc Weapons. He would need to be up and gone in a few minutes. He had to be moving. He sighed and shook his head. His head tickled, picking up on bits of the telepathic messages going back and forth. It felt like someone else was tickling his nasal membranes as he was hearing whispers from other voices, "Mate, I know ye been done wrong. Believe me, I be knowing. I work in," he paused. How could he word this with the present company to make sure he didn't give away any vital intel? Or blow his cover as wealthy business man? "I work to help souls like ye who been done wrong. I work to make ye right. Get ye help. Get ye back on ye feet, and if ye would like--work too. I run security and I be sure that ye could be useful helping keep the good people safe." He paused and let a wreath of smoke from his lips, "What do ye say?"
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
[member="Serenna"]
[member="Dion Kayl"]
Dion Kayl
Member
Hearing the Jedi's response confirmed that his telepathic communication worked-- what a discovery! With the Jedi's arrival it was like an obscuring layer of haze had been peeled back from reality, revealing what lie underneath to be clear as day.
She asked, What is it that you seek? What is it you hope to find? Rather than think of a response, he immediately let his soul speak as honestly as possible through the Force, not knowing what exactly it would say: I see myself spiraling out of control. I know I am a danger to myself and others, but it's not my fault that I'm this way. I never thought I would be free again, so during my years of torment I gave myself over to the darkest of thoughts. Still, I must claim responsibility for what I am... ah, that sounds like something my father would say... An image of an older man with a strong resemblance to Dion flashed into his telepathic stream of consciousness, followed by a kind-faced woman, his mother, and then a faint echo of laughter from the distant past which represented his three siblings-- all of these things in an instant, and although he hadn't meant to project these thoughts of his family, they made him realize that what he sought was redemption in their eyes. He continued: ... I can't go back to my family, not until I've regained control over myself. What I seek is someone to help me do this, and in doing so I hope they will help me find some degree of inner-peace. I know this is a far from simple request...
His thoughts trailed off. He had nothing to follow that with-- it was an incredibly huge and complex request, and he had nothing to offer in return except for the inherent danger of interaction with a psychologically-unstable cyborg, which he'd just demonstrated to all onlookers.
Luckily, James was dispersing the crowd that had gathered, shooing them away. Indeed, it seemed there was nothing to see here anymore-- the cyborg was just standing there now, looking off into the distance. James was obviously a good man-- Keeli hadn't been lying. When James approached Dion with his offer, the cyborg felt the earnestness of his words; for the first time in decades he experienced the warmth of human kindness. James wasn't afraid of him, and truly wanted to help. Dion looked at him nodded, "Thank you, James. My name's Dion Kayl. Sorry again for the rude introduction we had, I'm not myself today." He chuckled slightly-- a joke! He'd made a little joke about this whole situation. That seemed like progress. "I say I'll gladly accept your offer, it is much appreciated. Whatever I cost you in terms of repairs and resources, I promise to pay you back. Just... one moment before we go..."
He turned to look for the Twi'lek again, unsure if she'd still be there after the crowd had dispersed. He needed to go with James for repairs to his cybernetics, that was for certain, but Dion hoped he might glean some way to contact the Jedi again, if she thought she could help him.
[member="James Justice"] , [member="Captain Keeli"] , [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] , [member="Serenna"]
She asked, What is it that you seek? What is it you hope to find? Rather than think of a response, he immediately let his soul speak as honestly as possible through the Force, not knowing what exactly it would say: I see myself spiraling out of control. I know I am a danger to myself and others, but it's not my fault that I'm this way. I never thought I would be free again, so during my years of torment I gave myself over to the darkest of thoughts. Still, I must claim responsibility for what I am... ah, that sounds like something my father would say... An image of an older man with a strong resemblance to Dion flashed into his telepathic stream of consciousness, followed by a kind-faced woman, his mother, and then a faint echo of laughter from the distant past which represented his three siblings-- all of these things in an instant, and although he hadn't meant to project these thoughts of his family, they made him realize that what he sought was redemption in their eyes. He continued: ... I can't go back to my family, not until I've regained control over myself. What I seek is someone to help me do this, and in doing so I hope they will help me find some degree of inner-peace. I know this is a far from simple request...
His thoughts trailed off. He had nothing to follow that with-- it was an incredibly huge and complex request, and he had nothing to offer in return except for the inherent danger of interaction with a psychologically-unstable cyborg, which he'd just demonstrated to all onlookers.
Luckily, James was dispersing the crowd that had gathered, shooing them away. Indeed, it seemed there was nothing to see here anymore-- the cyborg was just standing there now, looking off into the distance. James was obviously a good man-- Keeli hadn't been lying. When James approached Dion with his offer, the cyborg felt the earnestness of his words; for the first time in decades he experienced the warmth of human kindness. James wasn't afraid of him, and truly wanted to help. Dion looked at him nodded, "Thank you, James. My name's Dion Kayl. Sorry again for the rude introduction we had, I'm not myself today." He chuckled slightly-- a joke! He'd made a little joke about this whole situation. That seemed like progress. "I say I'll gladly accept your offer, it is much appreciated. Whatever I cost you in terms of repairs and resources, I promise to pay you back. Just... one moment before we go..."
He turned to look for the Twi'lek again, unsure if she'd still be there after the crowd had dispersed. He needed to go with James for repairs to his cybernetics, that was for certain, but Dion hoped he might glean some way to contact the Jedi again, if she thought she could help him.
[member="James Justice"] , [member="Captain Keeli"] , [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] , [member="Serenna"]
Seraphina Shel'tah
Kinky Darth Pinky
It looked like things were dying down. She listened to the unspoken words and the visions passed between the man and herself. It seemed as though his interest lay with the man named James. As they spoke she would slowly back away from the crowd, blending in once again and returning to her own search before needing to depart. Fear, hate, anger. These are paths to further darkness. Overcome these feelings, and you will find yourself, friend. The Twi'lek made her way back towards her starship. Nothing was to be found on the planet today. Guidance was her calling, nothing more, nothing less.
As she stepped aboard the ship to leave, she would send an image of her home on Phindar to Dion. He may very well not know the planet, but she was confident that if he followed the Force, he would find her, should he have need of her in the future. Safe travels, Dion. The ramp of the A-Type Stiletto closed as she took her place in the cockpit, thrusters firing, lifting the ship from the landing pad into orbit.
[member="Captain Keeli"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Serenna"] | [member="Dion Kayl"]
As she stepped aboard the ship to leave, she would send an image of her home on Phindar to Dion. He may very well not know the planet, but she was confident that if he followed the Force, he would find her, should he have need of her in the future. Safe travels, Dion. The ramp of the A-Type Stiletto closed as she took her place in the cockpit, thrusters firing, lifting the ship from the landing pad into orbit.
[member="Captain Keeli"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Serenna"] | [member="Dion Kayl"]
Dion Kayl
Member
He looked around, but the Jedi had vanished. Her words of wisdom, however, reached him, and Dion took them to heart. He gazed up at the sky, and as he did so all of space seemed to open, and he saw a place-- a structure standing in the middle of a calm body of water. He focused upon the image until he knew he would not forget it, then turned back to James and Keeli. "Never mind. I'm ready to go."
To the Jedi's final farewell, he responded, unsure if his newfound telepathy would reach her: To you as well.
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] , [member="James Justice"] , [member="Captain Keeli"] , @Serenna
[[ OOC: Folks, you are all welcome to write conclusions for your characters, and I would be glad to respond to further posts in this thread, but I would consider this brief intro thread for my character to be more or less complete. My main objective, to meet a few people and get some direction for my character, was accomplished. I greatly appreciate all of you guys posting-- it means a lot for a newbie like me to have such a stellar cast in his first RP! I think I will make an OOC thread, which I will tag you guys in, to discuss some OOC stuff related to this thread and possible future threads! I definitely hope to RP with all of you further in the future. Again, thanks so much for posting! ]]
To the Jedi's final farewell, he responded, unsure if his newfound telepathy would reach her: To you as well.
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] , [member="James Justice"] , [member="Captain Keeli"] , @Serenna
[[ OOC: Folks, you are all welcome to write conclusions for your characters, and I would be glad to respond to further posts in this thread, but I would consider this brief intro thread for my character to be more or less complete. My main objective, to meet a few people and get some direction for my character, was accomplished. I greatly appreciate all of you guys posting-- it means a lot for a newbie like me to have such a stellar cast in his first RP! I think I will make an OOC thread, which I will tag you guys in, to discuss some OOC stuff related to this thread and possible future threads! I definitely hope to RP with all of you further in the future. Again, thanks so much for posting! ]]
James Justice
Charting new Paths
James saw the man look away at the dispersing crowd, then look up and look back to him. Poor fellow, was so destroyed from the recent turn of events, it looked like he was about ready for another nervous break down. It was best to get him moving before things got worse.
The spacer gave a winning smile as he said, "Well, this way, mate."
Leading him through the retreating crowd, James took the cyborg back to the Lost Angel. In a matter of moments it was up and moving again, into space and to Soceras. He was confident he could find someone on the world who would work for him to get this man better. A doctor and or a shrink. That was clearly what this man needed--and of course lots of ale, but that was James' treatment. And it would come as a reward when the man was better.... Much better.....
[member="Dion Kayl"]
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
[member="Captain Keeli"]
[member="Serenna"]
The spacer gave a winning smile as he said, "Well, this way, mate."
Leading him through the retreating crowd, James took the cyborg back to the Lost Angel. In a matter of moments it was up and moving again, into space and to Soceras. He was confident he could find someone on the world who would work for him to get this man better. A doctor and or a shrink. That was clearly what this man needed--and of course lots of ale, but that was James' treatment. And it would come as a reward when the man was better.... Much better.....
[member="Dion Kayl"]
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
[member="Captain Keeli"]
[member="Serenna"]