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Dominion TRAA: Ballad of the Bardotta | GA Dominion of Bardotta

Kirk Korrado

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Going on a Trip
Monastery of Enlightenment

What kinda fool are you?
Ryv Ryv | Ripley Kühn Ripley Kühn | Ishana Chandra Ishana Chandra

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This was hands down the strangest job Kirk had ever taken. He'd completely forgotten what the job was of course, and how he'd ended up following some blunt-smoking Jedi, but he was okay with it. Taking jobs for the Alliance was usually pretty fun, but this was next-level.

He entered the monastery with swagger, the top three buttons on his shirt left open to reveal the wild jungle on his chest. The monk led them to a room where they sat, and were handed beverages. The monk explained what the beverage was, but Kirk already knew. Or at least he knew enough. This wasn't his first psychedelic rodeo, after all.

Kirk chugged the magic juice and looked the monk that had given it to him dead in the eye.

"See ya later, man." he said to the monk with a large grin on his face and some elixir stuck to his 'stache. The monk did not smile back.

Kirk grabbed a few extra mats from around him to make a little bed, getting ready for the ride. The two Jedi were clearly feeling it. He'd never known a Zeltron, or anyone around them, to have a bad trip.

Just as the walls began to melt, the door swung open and jolted Kirk upright. The film crew in the corner turned all of their cameras towards the newcomer, then towards him for a reaction. He looked straight into the camera and shrugged. The new girl sat down and took her drink like the rest of them. It wasn't long until she started freaking out. How could this be? All Kirk could feel was peace and love. The Jedi seemed to feel it too, and so did the little gnome next to them, evident by his dancing.


"I-I'd like off this ride please."

"Mellow out, little lady. You just bought your mind a ticket to funky town, and the train has left the station." he chuckled as he laid back down on his numerous mats and put his hands behind his head. It probably didn't help her, but it sure was true.
 
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~ F E E D Y O U R H E A D ~
Going on a Trip
Monastery of Enlightenment
Down the Rabbit Hole
Ryv Ryv

As he touched her, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. All physical bounds fell away, his hand absorbing her essence. Pink liquid gave way to olive flesh. After falling for what seemed like ages, she blinked. A zeltron sat before her, a mirror of herself. Looking down, she saw the clothes Ryv adorned. She could feel him to, his presence. Behind her, surrounding her, enmeshed with her own spirit. All his sorrow and suffering, but all of his joy and hope, too.

Can you sense me too? The words never left her mouth, yet she was sure the kiffar heard them.

More than anything, she could feel the force around them. In a peaceful lake, they floated atop the water, the soft waves lulling them back and forth. Whispers filled the breeze that caressed her.

"Yes, you must feel the force. It is everywhere, Ripley, all the time, in all things."

"One with it, you are. Enlightened, you will become."

Yes. I am nothing, yet I am you, yet we are the force. Her disembodied voice spoke to Ryv once more.
Isn't it beautiful?
 
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Seto Du Coutaeu, Master of Fashion
Location
: Bardotta
Objective One: Sacred Power
Action: Espionage, Disguising as Servants and Nobles, undercovering family secrets
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Moving at near ungodly speeds thanks to the Force, Seto dashed into another room he guessed was empty. He hadn’t the time to properly use the Force to sense for any life forms inside, but that was a concern he could worry about later. Taking a few moments to catch his own breath, Seto glanced down to his data-slate and wondered if he should send a copy to his ship or to his office back on Empress Teta. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Seto opted to send it to both places, slowing the upload time considerably, but he figured he had enough time to accomplish it all.

The floor began to quake, the walls and many items rattled as Seto spun around to see what was happening. Whatever it is, it’s affecting the entire mansion. The shaking continued for several seconds before finally quieting. Many things had fallen over, and Seto heard many sounds of glass breaking from the other side of the door. Something was going on, and the young Du Couteau heir intended to find out exactly what.

Sidestepping through a barely opened door, Seto quickly ran through another hallway. Spending a few days within the mansion certainly gave him some idea of where to find the garage. Carefully dodging an incoming Noble, Seto ducked below and ignored the questioning glance his way as he moved with purpose.

While it didn’t take long to reach the garage filled with countless speeders, choosing the right one though was another matter. Not just any speeder will do after all, it needed to not only be the right type, and colour, but it also needed to be in-season. Seto wouldn’t dream of driving something less fashionable than he himself. Spying several before finding one to his liking, Seto jumped in and quickly sped out and to the star-port to his ship. He needed to find out where the source of this shaking was coming from before something drastic happened.
Hopefully the Archbishop isn’t the one responsible.
 
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Location: ~erRrOr~
Objective: Gamer Time

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The shots were pouring over his head as he knelt behind the wall taking shots over his head. He looked out over the field, there were hundreds, no thousands of them in front of him. He wouldn't ever make it, he couldn't make it. No, hew would make it. John stood up, shots bouncing off his aRmOr ARMOR aRrrMor..... was it his armor? Or was it his chest? He looked down to see his exposed chest bouncing off blaster round after blaster round. He looked for his weapons, he didn't have weapons all he had was his hands? His hands? He couldn't fight them with his hands? Or could he? Could he? He pointed at one of the men in front of him, a light began to flare from his fnger as soon he heard a loud whine coming from it, growing louder and louder before it exploded a blast exploding killing a group of shoulders where his finger had been pointing.

What was going on? He didn't do that? Or did he? Did he? He wasn't sure, it looked like he did, but he was no Jedi... what was a Jedi?

 
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A R C H B I S H O P
Come All Ye Faithful
The Grand Cathedral
Tags: Auteme Auteme | Takui Takui


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Hazzriel watched as others approached, a smile on their dainty lips. They stepped down from the podium behind their horde of followers. Takui's arrival surprised the Archbishop. They hadn't expected another of Auteme's J-Fighters to appear at such a moment. Surely, the Jedi of the galaxy had something better to do than appear in the Grand Cathedral and put a halt to their glorious sermon. It appeared that wasn't the case. Hazzriel could feel others clowning about within the cathedral, seeking something, or maybe not. They didn't know. Nor did they care, truth be told. This was the only episode the Archbishop would appear in. Better to make the most of it.

"Who would have thought Taco would come to save you, Chosen One. Beyond acts of eco-terrorism, I believe he may be the weakest of your followers," Hazzriel paced back and forth, a predatory glare locked on the olive-skinned human.

With each crash of their broken bodies, the minions screeched in pain. Rainbow colored blood oozed from their many wounds. Bones pierced through their flesh at odd angles. It all looked grossly uncomfortable.

"You cannot defeat my horde, Chosen One. They are strengthened by my light. None could hope to overcome a living saint such as myself," they continued to monologue. "Imagine standing here, within my cathedral, on my planet, within my sector, among my stars, amidst my galaxy. You are a fool, Auteme Denko-Durren. I had felt sympathy for you once—you who promised to bring peace. Look at you now, power-punching the enlightened. Truly an unfortunate turn of events. Once I am finished peeling back Tycoon's scalp to slurp on his brains, I will force you to sit down and watch an episode of your force-awful show."

The minions caught in her barrier dematerialized completely, wiped from existence in the blink of an eye. More appeared to crawl down pillars erected within the Grand Cathedral. Others fell from the sky, landing with heavy thuds all around the Jedi.

"I welcome you to come and face me, Auteme and Tactic."
 
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THE VERY CONFUSED WARDEN
JAKKU | JEDI ENCLAVE | REC ROOM
Thalia Senn Thalia Senn


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Asmundr had been observing in silence for most of the episode until he wandered over the couch and sank his colossal self into it's cushions. Placing both hands on his knees, he kept his back straight. Even when in a position of supposed comfort, the mountainous man maintained posture.

The entire show was bewildering and too fast-paced for him.

He blinked slowly, and turned to the Padawan on the opposite end of the sofa.

"Is this......" He tilted his head, looking again to the technicoloured screen. "A good show?"
 
Major Faction

Ryv

Paragon of Sacrifice
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H O P E ~ Y O U ~ C A N ~ F E E L ~ T H A T ~ V I B E
Going on a Trip
Monastery of Enlightenment
Vibin'
Ripley Kühn Ripley Kühn


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Once two became one, Ryv found himself returned to the familiar sea. The earlier crash of waves against his body had calmed considerably. Now, those very same waves calmly brushed against his form. Or, no. When he looked down at his hands, they'd been replaced by slender, pink digits. The many callouses built over years of intensive training vanished. When he reached up to touch his PERFECTLY SCULPTED AND BEAUTIFUL FACE, rounded cheeks and robust lips greeted him. Dark blue hair rained down his shoulders, tickling the back of his neck. He wasn't in his body anymore.

Come to think of it, his body now sat in front of him.

"Wow, I'm obscenely handsome," he thought aloud. "Whoa, I'm you now, babe. This is crazy, it's like... We've become one, yeah."

He reached out through her hands and took hold of his own jaw. He felt the stubble running along the sides, interrupted by a faint white scar just beneath his left ear. It took Ryv a moment to realize how obtuse everything looked. The more he stared, the more their bodies began to blend into one. The sea itself took on a deeper pink color than Ripley's skin. It rose around them, enveloping him in the warm, soft substance. Rather than fear the strange occurrence, he welcomed it. His body and his borrowed body swam through the same pleasurable sensations.

"This feels good. It's like I'm just getting warmer and warmer, and I can't really contain it anymore. What are we supposed to do? I don't want it to stop, but I want to know what it's like at the end."
 
Nimdok had somehow wound up in the Monastery of Enlightenment, despite having been in the Archbishop’s inner sanctum only minutes earlier. There was no explanation for how he got there to be found in the entirety of the episode.

“Uh-uh!” The elixir-bearing monk leaped to his feet and pointed at Miri. “No kids allowed!”

Nimdok glanced at his daughter, then shrugged. “Well, where should I put her?

The monk clapped his hands. Two other monks appeared, each of them holding a jump-rope. They headed outside the Monastery, faced each other, then began to skip the ropes. Miri immediately went out and joined them.

Works for me,” Nimdok said. “What’s all this about an Elixir of Enlightenment?

“Here you go.” The monk passed him a bowl. “I’d drink it sitting down if I were you. Possibly side effects include twitching, shaking, and chronic dysentery.”

Sitting on a cushion, Nimdok downed the elixir in a single gulp. “What are the benefits again?

“We rob you blind while you’re too zoned out to notice. Oh, and you get enlightened. Sort of.”

But Nimdok was too far gone to understand his words. The room full of cushions abruptly shifted into a waiting room, the walls replaced by red curtains. Kirk Korrado had been replaced by a white marble statue of a nude woman, Ishana Chandra Ishana Chandra a lamp, while Ryv Ryv and Ripley Kühn Ripley Kühn had become Tom Kovack and Bartych Halcorr, respectively. Nimdok was now clad in a uniform consisting of a blue shirt, black pants, and boots. It looked way too much like pajamas, but then most of his clothes did double duty in that area anyway.

“laeR weN eht ot emocleW—” Bartych began, only for the golden-furred Bothan to break off and shake his head. “Forget this, I don’t have the patience to speak all my dialogue backwards. You know what this is, don’t you? We’re characters from each of our writer’s favorite TV shows, but since she uses them as our playbys anyway, it doesn’t actually count as a crossover and she can get away with it without breaking the rules." He shrugged. "The entire post is full of obnoxious pop culture references. Everyone who reads it will instantly become annoyed. Especially Auteme Auteme .”

Observing the changed surroundings with a cool, impassive air, Nimdok met the Bothan’s gaze, steepled his fingers and remarked, “Fascinating.

While Tom sipped from a cup of hot black coffee (in reality, Ryv was just hitting his blunt again), Bartych went on. “I have something important to tell you. You must go to the planet Chaldea, where you will encounter the real-life woman this stupid show is about. It will be a magical adventure involving mermaids and murder, as a local legend becomes reality.”

I do not believe in legends,” Nimdok said. “There must be a logical explanation.

“There is, but it won’t be easy to figure out. Just remember these four things I’ll tell you…”

Bartych paused, noticing that Nimdok’s gaze had slid over to Tom, who was staring down at his hands. He smelled his fingers, his brow furrowing. Nimdok mimicked him and had the same reaction.

“...as I was saying,” Bartych continued. “Remember these four things. Don’t go into the water. Darkness is absence. The girl loves the boy—”

He broke off. Tom and Nimdok had stopped sniffing their fingers, but were now locked in a staredown with one another.

I am sorry, Ryv,” Nimdok said. Tom mouthed the words along with him as he spoke. “But I am not with you, at least not as far as this is concerned.

They continued to gaze at one another. Bartych shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

What is the fourth thing I must remember?” Nimdok asked coolly, still maintaining eerie eye contact with Tom.

“The fourth thing is, uh…" Bartych fished around for something suitably cryptic yet mildly helpful to say. "‘Do you really deserve to have someone run to the end of the world just for your sake?’

The Snow Queen, Story 7,” Nimdok cross-referenced the quote exactly. “The little robber girl asks that question of Kai after she encounters him and Gerda on their way home from the Snow Queen’s palace.

“How did you know that?”

I read my daughter that story. It is a fairytale.

“So is this, though you won’t remember that.”

Bartych snapped his clawed fingers, and Nimdok was knocked into reality—or rather, the monastery room where he was currently sitting. Everything still looked distorted by the elixir, but it was no red room. His clothes were back to normal, as was his hair and personality. Evidently, his writer had spent her monthly allotment of pop cultural references.

Nimdok looked at Kirk Korrado, blinked, then blurted out, “Burt Reynolds?!

Okay, almost.
 
Thalia felt the cushion expand, sending her a few centimeters into the air and back down, her popcorn erupting violently from her bowl. She looked up in shock at the massive man, confused as to how or when he had gotten there. He wasn't Master Jend-Ro Quill Jend-Ro Quill nor Romi Jade Romi Jade and she hadn't seen any other Jedi roll through the Enclave in weeks.

"Uhhh...." She stammered, "I-I don't think so," she managed. Storms but he was large. She caught herself staring and felt the heat rush to her ears and cheeks. She tucked herself into a deeper ball to hide her embarrassment and turned her gaze back to the holo screen

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We all fall in parallel
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Wait, did he just accidentally say Auteme's line? A shade of pink that would have made a Zeltron jealous took his face for a moment and Taku paused to recover while the other two ran through their parts with a bit more skill. Taku could tell that they were both good in front of people.

"Look man, you don't have to be such a dic-" before he could continue, the Pontificating Priest continued his sinister soliloquy and drowned out Taku's sentiment. He sighed. It was always like this, even in fictional settings. People talked over him or ignored him outright. By the time the Padawan got a chance to put his voice back into the mixer, the Holy Man had already butchered his name twice."

"At least the first one was close," he muttered beneath his breath as all around them, minons succumbed to the man's ambitions of gore porn. Honestly, Taku found it all pretty tasteless, but they'd negotiated that the Archbishop got his big bad guy moment and everyone on Bardotta was pretty jazzed about the whole thing. "You've gotta be doing that on purpose, it's really not that hard. Three syllables, ta-ku-i..."

He was so hung up on the disappointment that his actual line got drowned in the moment. "You know what, screw it, I'm gonna beat your androgynous ass dude. Nevermind Auteme, shit just got real."

Taku blinked, then cast a sidelong glance at the star of the show. "Err, no offense, obviously," he stammered.

"Let's go, boy wonder," Taku taunted, "I'm gonna show you some real eco-terrorism by making this a hostile work environment."

 
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~ F E E D Y O U R H E A D ~
Going on a Trip
Monastery of Enlightenment
Down the Rabbit Hole

Ryv Ryv

"You just gotta let it happen, man. Relax, buttercup. Enjoy the ride."
Ripley reached for her own hand, taking it from the kiffar's face. Their fingers intertwined, the boundaries giving way once more. Their skin fell back and forth in slow waves, meeting and merging. The building warmth peaked as memories were relived once more. The zeltron on his lap in the seat of an x-wing. The two charging forth to battle. Ripley cheering Ryv on from the sidelines as he kicked the kark out of Thurion Heavenshield. A dopey grin on both faces as they laid in bed together.

And before she was ready, it was gone. She was herself again, her body trembling. The disappearance of warmth had left goosebumps on her arms. She glanced around, noticing the monastery for the first time in a minute. Colors shrouded her vision, but they were quickly dulling.

"Man, that was... something. I feel, like, I know things. Things I've never seen happen, things that came before our time. The force is like, different now, dude."
 

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Objective: Going on a Trip
Tags: Kirk Korrado


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Ishana let her mass of brown hair cushion her head as she laid back on the mat she had chosen for this out-of-body experience. It was like laying on a cloud. Less wet, she imagined. The slugs were writhing to her right. She could hear the slimy lapping that reminded her of their presence. To her left, however, a handsome purple man spoke.

"Mellow out, little lady. You just bought your mind a ticket to funky town, and the train has left the station."
Her deep brown eyes grew wide. "Burt Reynolds!" She reached out as if to touch his face, but found herself recoiling. "Wait... who is Burt Reynolds?" The question perplexed her so. Who was Burt Reynolds? Why did she know that name? And why was he talking to her? Ishana let her head fall back again and she closed her eyes tightly. "Not now, Mr. Reynolds, I'm having a moment."

"none of this is real." She was whispering to herself. Her arms felt very heavy. Probably because they were made of stone. Her dark eyes were fixated on her newly formed stone arms as they pinned her to the floor. "None of this is real... right Felipe?" Felipe was the giant bird in a vac suit that she met on the train there. They had been close pals ever since.

"RIGHT!" Felipe replied with an earnest confidence that made her smile.

Ishana looked at her stone hands. They weren't stone anymore. She flipped herself onto her feet and looked around for her pal. Felipe was behind the bar making margaritas. "Come on, Felipe, let's go"
 
Corruption Runs Deep
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Coruscant

These were the most painful moments of all. Kree enjoyed Emersyn's laughter more than he cared to admit. Something about the innocence retained through the harshest of realities made him feel ways he hadn't thought possible. Gray fingers gently brushed the length of her back, finding their way to silken tresses of deep brown hair. Her smile never failed to cut through the pain endured each and every day. In these moments, he felt normal. Like a simple life on the couch after a day's work was more than enough. She made it worthwhile.

"Ah, I hadn't expected them to include the Chancellor's daughter in this week's attempt at entertainment," Kree eyed Ishana as she wandered across the screen, joining the same scene as Karis and his latest trainwreck of a partner. "They managed to get how utterly hopeless she is right, that's for sure. If not for the staff her mother surrounded her with, I believe she'd somehow manage to get lost in the turbolift up to her mother's office."

More images flickered across the screen. Auteme, the proverbial Chosen One, and her sidekick, Tybo, or something engaged the Archbishop. In typical hero fashion, they sported stupid one-liners designed to awe the audience with bravado. Hazzriel's lines were certainly more refined. The way they engaged the New Jedi, with an air of absolute authority, spoke to the umbaran. A good villain needn't be relatable. They need only be what the story demanded. And in this case, the frilly twink did a damn good job at bouncing off the intrepid heroes.

"Who are all these characters?" Kree asked when Okkeus appeared. "Why does 'Not a Zeltron' flash every time this pink-skinned Jedi shows up? He's pink. What the hell else can he be? And who's this old perv," he swept a hand out towards Kirk. "He looks synonymous to a white speeder van on the corner of a playground. Creepy."

Kree crossed his arms, his gaze momentarily dropping back to Emmersyn as she laid her head across his chest.

"Emersyn, I..." he paused. Why couldn't he push himself to say the damn word? Everything in him came to a crashing halt. He could feel the heat rising, anger threatening to boil over and interrupt the one night of peace he'd managed not to ruin with the only person who could stand to see his face. "I'm famished. Do you mind if I step away to order takeout? I believe there's a delivery deal going on right now. Order enough food they waive your delivery fee."

 

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Her thumb drew circles on his chest mindlessly. The appearance of the eccentric archaeologist led Emersyn to think about her own father. While the character was outlandish and one-dimensional, it was the daughter at his side that captured her attention. Many nights of her own childhood were spent similarly, sitting in the passenger seat of her dad's landspeeder, watching the towering spires of Galactic City fly by while he went on his nightly patrols. As dangerous as it was, he didn't have a choice but to take her along when the babysitter flaked.

"Father of the year." She muttered under breath, eyes still trailing Nimdok's form.

As Ishana dived into madness, the Corellian laughed.

"Maybe that's why her investigations are s shoddy, if she's taking information from imaginary birds."

As the overpowered battle built up, Emersyn raised an eyebrow. Eco-terrorism? She pointed to the pale, skinny figure.

"Hey, is that supposed to be the kid who caused the explosion on Xa Fel?"

She raised her head to look at the umbaran as he asked to excuse himself. A small frown formed across her mouth, her eyes wide. A splash of disappointment smothered her good mood.

"Yeah, uh, go ahead. Food sounds good. Get me some space waffles, please? Extra muja sauce?"

Her lips tugged up at the corners in an attempt to smile.
 
Major Faction

Ryv

Paragon of Sacrifice

"Just enjoy it..." Ryv paused, nodding to himself. "Yeah, okay. I can do that, sure."

He nodded a few times, the movement slowgoing, his body not quite as responsive as usual. The world shook before him, coming in and out of focus with each rise and fall of his head. The sea around them rose and fell with their breathing. A world of color greeted him in sporadic splashes across his vision. Only he, or Ripley within his body, remained tangible and still. Everywhere else appeared out of focus, but when he gazed into his eyes, he saw the very same warmth and affection born within her twinned-cerulean orbs.

Both their bodies and mind became one. He felt the coarseness of his scarred flesh give way to the velvety softness of hers. Flashes of honey turned to pink, then back again.

At the zenith of their shared experience, Ryv felt his body stiffen, only to erupt into a trembling mess that saw him sink back into the velvet waters sloshing around them. When he next opened his eyes, he found himself staring up at Ripley's beautiful smile, surrounded by colorful mists and pillows. He reached up, stroking her azure tresses with a smile all his own.

"Yeah, that really was... something," Ryv nodded along. "It was weird, but I liked it a lot. I felt like I got to view the world through your mind, body, and spirit—a most righteous experience."
 
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~ F E E D Y O U R H E A D ~
Going on a Trip
Monastery of Enlightenment
Down the Rabbit Hole

Ryv Ryv Ishana Chandra Ishana Chandra

Laughter bubbled forth from the zeltron, in the most literal sense. The sound filled the air with iridescent circles. She reached out, poking one, a crisp pop sending a hundred tinier ones drifting through the temple.

"Yeah, seeing your mind was so trippy, babe. I feel so much closer to you, and to the force. I see why they say this stuff makes you enlightened."

Her gaze floated across the small room, head cocking to the side as she noticed the new woman talking to a giant bird.

"Hey, hun, it's okay. You just gotta let it happen. If you fight it, it's not as enjoyable."

Ripley patted the pillows next to her, inviting Ishana over.


"Come on, just come chill with us. We don't bite- usually." She stated with a wink.
 
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THE VERY CONFUSED WARDEN
JAKKU | JEDI ENCLAVE | REC ROOM
Thalia Senn Thalia Senn


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"Uhhh...."
"I-I don't think so,"

"Hmmm..." Asmundr drawled thoughtfully, the consideration resonating in the back of his throat. The girl seemed to withdraw from him, her presence attempting to curl away from his. In whatever self-awareness he was able to manifest, he tried to soften his existence.

"But these characters..." he continued, gesturing vaguely. "Do they seem familiar to you?"
 
Thalia felt as if she had been thrust back to Pamarthe four years ago, sequestered away in the Outer Rim on their little farm. Her father, big and burly sailor that he was, with pristine durasteel prosthetic folded over his one remaining real arm. He had a big toothy grin hidden behind a beard of ten years lightly touched by grey but kept youthful by the salt of the air.

"I'm hungry papa!" His eyes flashed, his opportunity secured. From beneath his thick eyebrows, his eyes seemed to glow.

"HI HUNGRY. I'M DAD." His voice thundered like the High Storms of yore.

She was thrust back into reality, the terrible dad joke delivered.

"By the Red Seas of Knores,"
she muttered. "Not again. NEVER AGAIN!" She threw the popcorn at the large man and then thrust a fist like a punch in the large Jedi's direction, concentrating the Force into the blast. Projected fighting, a skill she had been practicing with Master Jend-Ro Quill Jend-Ro Quill

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