Mariya had been practicing her meditation ever since she joined the Order. She had a restless mind, never someone who could sit still for long. There were too many interesting things to do, thoughts to ponder about and conversations to talk about. But she also learnt the importance of clearing her thoughts. If she could stick to her exercise and gym regime dutifully, she could do the same for her mind. Meditation was the exercise to clear her thoughts, to improve her concentration and clarity of thought.
So it was no surprise when Kyle Katarn asked the two young Je'daii members to start off with meditation, the most basic exercise any Je'daii or Jedi would learn. The blonde was now capable of focusing her thoughts for a short period without drifting off to more interesting topics, but she was unsure if she could successfully locate the right crystal within her limited time frame. She sat down on a piece of rock, making herself comfortable in the usual meditation posture. There was another rock nearby, suitable for [member="Cecilia Wissen"] to meditate as well. Before she could close her eyes, Kyle was already onto her, shaking his head.
"What is the posture that you usually find the most comfortable and focused with?"
The mercenary was startled. Was Kyle telling her to...
"Yes, I'm asking you to meditate in your favourite position."
She looked at the Jedi Master cynically, getting off the rock and adopted a prone position instead just a few meters away. Her rifle butt rested against her cheek, the barrel pointing at an imaginary target. Slow deep breathing, like how she was taught years ago in the sniping course. She continued her improvisation, closing her eyes and scanned the rest of the body mentally with her mind, telling her muscles to relax. The Force Ghost nodded his head in approval. An unorthodox method, but since when did Kyle Katarn ever follow traditional Jedi teachings?
1... 2... 3... 4...
Counting of breaths. Her consciousness expanded outwards, scanning her surroundings for that elusive crystal. The crystals hummed loudly now, singing a lullaby, telling her to rest.
I don't feel any crystal that fits my bill. All I can feel is...
The mist grew thicker, concealing the mercenary completely.
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Velusia.
She recognised those waves anytime. The last time she was here, she was at a
beach party. So were the pirates. The infamous
Captain Marcus Gray and his first mate,
Saede Taggart. The pirate captain was standing there with his hat and golden capped teeth, hugging two trashy looking girls.
Marcus might have been blind, or had been drinking too much, but Mariya certainly noticed the captain when he stepped in with two other girls. She said nothing since her mouth was occupied with her harmonica and her mind was mostly spent on getting the right notes. Her emerald eyes merely narrowed to give Marcus a slight look of disapproval. She kept up with Yalin for Saede's next request, before finally giving in and let him carry on with the rest of the songs. Playing a harmonica was different from strumming a mandoviol, and her mouth was getting pretty tired from all the blowing of notes.
"Been enjoying yourself much, Captain? I see that you have got yourself some company..."
"Now now," Marcus said with a grin, catching Mariya's chin for one moment between his thumb and forefinger,
"This shade of green be unflatterin' fer ya. And I been enjoying meself jus' fine, love! Though of course better for your company." he amended with a small bow,
"What's your poison tonight?"
For a moment, Marcus wondered if Mariya was scented like Velusia because the planet rubbed off on her. Does that actually happen? He eyed her somewhat as he tried to guess.
"And, um, you play the harmonica?!"
The blonde leapt into the pirate's arms.
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Where am I?
The mercenary found herself staring at a skirmish. Gamorrean thugs engaged in battle against a private security force. Screams in the air. Babies crying from inside the convoy. A bounty hunter, presumably the leader of the thugs, cut down the guard protecting the babies and grabbed the nearest wailing infant. The masked hunter gave a triumphant laugh and tried to take the second baby, but he was beaten by the renewed efforts of the security forces.
Mariya gave a shout, but no voice came out of her throat.
She leapt forward. Knuckle plate vibro blade out of her right fist, smashing its way through the visor. The leader screamed, collapsing onto the floor while she grabbed the infant from his arm. Triumphant, she turned her attention back to the convoy and picked up the other baby. Two pairs of tiny emerald eyes stared back at her. The babies had stopped crying.
Twins.
She gasped in surprise and blinked.
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