Private The Way of the Bokken

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Vikksen Sharrd​

Jonyna hadn't taken on any new padawans since starting the Bokken Order. She was so busy establishing herself, prepping for what came next. She didn't have time.

That was, until one came to her.

She walked through the temple on Hurikane, towards the landing pad. She'd been told he would be arriving soon, but she kept her expectations tempered for the moment. She had so little info on this one...

 

[Vikksen Sharrd]

Tag: Jonyna Si


The shuttle's ramp hissed open, releasing a pressurized cloud of steam that smelled nothing like the oily, recycled filth of the Coruscant underworld. Vikksen stepped out, squinting against the natural light of Hurikane. The purple tint of this landscape was alien and beautiful, but to a kid who grew up in the underbelly of Coruscant that is Level 1313, the lack of a ceiling was almost terrifying. He loosens up his feet, noticing that his eyes were itching for a better view. He just wanted to try and see Master Si before she sees him.

He didn’t stay on the ground anymore; he scrambled up a stack of nearby cargo containers, seeking the comfort of a high vantage point. After he scrambles upwards with his unpolished but working acrobatic manuevers, From the top of the durasteel crates, he caught his first glimpse of Master Si in the distance.


She looked formidable. Even from a afar, the Bokken Master carried an aura that made Vikksen’s skin prickle. He felt like a stray tooka facing down a Nexu.


Suddenly, panic flared in his chest as he remembered the weight in his rucksack: a stolen bottle of Alderaanian Toniray. He’d kept it as a "rainy day" insurance policy, but now it felt like a thermal detonator. He remembered a Cathar enforcer back on Level 1313 who could sniff out a spice-runner through three levels of smog; if Master Si was anything like that, the faint, floral scent of the wine would give him away before he even said hello.


He runs a hand through his grease-filled, dirty hair, His other hand shook as he scrambled to pull the bottle from his bag. Moving with a desperate, jittery speed, As he reached for a nearby ledge, his hand caught a jagged, obsidian-sharp branch snagged in just where his hands found purchase. He grits his teeth, noticing the gash on his left palm, but he has no option, he must try his best to make a good first impression. He hauled his bodyweight upwards with both arms, not minding the fact that this would be worsening the gash and make it even more bindingly painful; he navigates the area for a place where he can stash this bottle, he manages to find a durasteel box, he shoves the Toniray deep into a narrow gap between two heavy crates, praying the shadows would hide the glass and the mountain air would mask the smell. He hopped down to the landing pad floor, stumbling slightly as he tried to smooth his grimy clothes.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Vikksen Sharrd​

Standing next to a durasteel box was not how she expected. But honestly? She respected it more. the Cathar Master stood tall, her height giving her an imposing visage as she walked over to him.

"We'll need to get you some new clothes."

The first thing that came out of her mouth, her eyes picking apart the padawan with every new moment. "And a shower, yeesh."

She paused, then smiled. "Welcome to the Bokken Order, kiddo. What drives you to become a jedi?"

All of a sudden, her posture shifted. Loosened. She was no longer picking him apart, as much as amused by his stature.

 

[Vikksen Sharrd]

Tag: Jonyna Si

Vikksen hopped down from the crate, his landing as silent and fluid as a shadow—a remnant of the circus life that felt like a lifetime ago. As he stood before Master Si, He notices her gaze. It made him feel something like a.. piece of faulty tech on a scavenger's workbench. He nods when Master Si said he'll be needing new clothes. He nods his head once again and pulls his torn shirt's collar up to his nose to smell the familiar stench of grease, ozone and spice when she said he needs a shower. When she asked about his drive, Vikksen’s eyebrows subtly raised, his eyes shifting to his own boots for a moment, and looking up, When Vikksen finally spoke, his voice didn't carry the shaky weight of a sob, nor the forced gravel of a street-tough trying to look big. It was a flat, dry sound—hollow as a spent power cell, his throat was dry and his voice was raspy. "Master, I didn't want to turn into the kind of bastard who'd slit dozens of throats for a credit chit and a big name, only to end up dead in a gutter with a bolt between his eyes. That person... that was my father. He was a wise man, Master. He taught me how to see the world for what it is. But he died in the dark anyway. I'm here because I don't want to die like him, or live like him."

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Vikksen Sharrd​

"Then don't be." Jonyna said it like it was easy. To her, it was. "First things first, follow me."

Without so much as a motion, she turned and started walking to the other side of the hanger. Without looking back, she spoke again. "And bring that bottle you stashed. We'll share that later."

Jonyna knew better than to act like he had hidden it. If he kept it there, it'd be found by some other rebel. Best to keep it in her own ship for now. It'd be Vikksen's new home, after all.

 

[Vikksen Sharrd]

Tag: Jonyna Si


He squeezed his bleeding hand into a fist, tucking it behind his back, feeling the warm stickiness of blood against his skin. He looked like a disaster: hair windswept, clothes smelling of cheap transport fuel and the faint, floral tang of the Toniray he’d just stashed.

His jaw dropped subtly in complete surprise, not because of the fact that the Toniray was found, hiding anything from Master Si had been a fool’s errand from the start. But the fact that a Master, sharing a drink with a Padawan like him, made his mind spin. It was.. different for him. But he felt that this was for the good. He was optimistic about things this time, not always cynical and suspicious.


He made his way over to the spot where he had stashed the Alderaanian Toniray, grasping it with his left palm which wasn't injured from climbing. He shoves the bottle into his rucksack.

He lands down with his usual acrobatic grace, falling down from a small height and breaking the fall with a simple roll, before he fell into step behind Master Si. He kept his head lowered and keeps a respectful distance as Master Si leads the way, his heart hammering at his ribs in the quiet of the mountain air as he follows.