Travels of a youth

[Jericho]

ZELTROS​

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Age: 16
Rank: Knight

Jericho let out a sigh as he nervously moved towards the city in Zeltros. This wasn't his first time traveling to the planet but this was his first time he was traveling alone. He was on a personal quest, something he needed to do. Relax. Since the internal war in the republic the branches of jedi dispersed from the order, constant battle with rogue "inquisitors" and the death of his master. The young man needed to rest his mind and body and the planet of Zeltros was known for that. It was a spa day at a familiar planet, needless to say he had to credits needed for such a venture thanks to the Sanctum.

But that wasn't the only thing in his mind there was a feeling within him. A coursing, vibrating feeling whenever he meditated it made him feel angry and alone. He understood emotions, but this feeling was a mixture of physical and emotional; it made his head spin. It was as though there was a voice in the back of mind telling him to jump on impulse. He knew not of it nor a way to combat it, some days the silent young man just wanted to scream but he contained it. When he entered the city through transport he felt those feelings slowly slip away. The city and it's people they gave him that since of relaxation and calm.

Must be the pheromones.

Jericho walked quietly out of his transport, he adjusted his brown mask on his face that covered from his nose down. The mask matched the color of his brown jedi robes. Though he didn't wear his combat gear, his robes were outfitted with heavy weight so his body would be constantly training. His double-bladed saber clipped on his hip, hidden by his robes and so he quietly took his stroll down the crowd sidewalk in the city looking for a place to go.

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[Joza Perl]

As usual, the city streets of Zeltros were blanketed in an almost too natural feeling of calm. The Zeltrons went about their business, laughter and friendly chatter filling the air in the bustling city. Clubs and spas were aplenty here, and one could not walk a block in the city without encountering at least one or two. The Zeltrons had indeed put a large amount of effort into more hedonistic approaches, and as such the planet was often a destination for those looking to relax.

A young native girl not yet past the age of twelve sprinted through the crowded streets, dodging people with ease. She wasn’t exactly graceful, but had done this often enough to avoid many unexpected collisions. The people around her paid her little mind, a few making startled noises a head of red hair zipped past them in a hurry, but otherwise returned to their business. It was somewhat of a contrast to see someone moving with such haste on the normally placid streets of Zeltros.

“Damnit, she made me late again…” The pink-toned girl would grumble under her breath, her jaw clenching in frustration. Her mother knew that she wanted to train, and she did so at the same time each day. But the woman had doted on her too long this time, insisting that she stay and help her mother with her work at the spa. Once her mother had finally given her permission to leave, Joza took off for the city limits as quickly as she could.

Weaving her way through the crowd, Joza could feel her anger begin to melt away. Maybe it was the pheromones—even she was not immune to it—or maybe it was the fact that she was finally free from her coddling mother’s grasp. Either way, that anger came simmering back when she slammed face first into a cloaked figure that seemed to come out of nowhere. Joza stumbled back, holding her nose and glared up at the hooded figure.

“Hey, watch where you’re going!”

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[Jericho]

He jumped at the sound of a voice. "What should I do first?" The young man thought himself, normally his guard was up but with each step it felt like he was getting lighter and lighter still. He closed his eyes and retreated into his mind, he could not train openly so what he would do was envelop and mental think of what he would do in situations. Random situations.

The first thing he looked for was the stranger's weapon. He found it resting almost leisurely around the man's neck. Interesting choice of weaponry. It doesn't seem too different from my own, so that should make it fairly predictable. But the reverse holds true as well if he gets a good enough look at mine. A fight could prove... interesting.

A thought occurred to Jericho. "I didn't realize anyone else was around here. Sorry for any trouble I caused." This man looked dangerous. A fighter then. Different from those chumps he usually faced. He quickly began analyzing the distance between them. How long would it take him to get here? The answer was intimidating. Not long enough. Jericho could get most of the chain untangled in time, but not all. It'd be hard to fight when tied to a tree. I have to keep him talking long enough to get my weapon. Besides, maybe he isn't looking for a fight. That thought shocked Jericho. Am I... afraid? No. No, that can't be. I've faced guys like him before. It's not easy, but I've always won. That's how I've survived until now. If he attacks, I'll cut him down. His tongue played across his lips slowly. Simple as that. Anyways, keep him talking. That's the key here.

He lowered his guard for moment and in the moment felt a presence hit his person and his body reacted without a second thought. It was then he heard the voice of a young girl echo into his ear and her scuffed face into his vision. But it was to late his body was faster than his mind and unleashed a chop on her forehead and mid face. "...." The young man remained silent for a moment staring down at the emerald eyed girl.

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[Joza Perl]

Whatever Joza expected the shrouded figure to do, getting chopped in the face was not high on the list. She stared up at the man for another moment or so, the anger gone from her face and replaced with an expression of shock and confusion. It was as if time slowed down for a brief second, but she could feel some sort of…presence emanating from him.

And then the splitting pain arrived, searing through her forehead and face. The force of the chop was enough to cause her skull to throb and her nose to bleed. Losing her balance from the force of the attack and the pain in her face, Joza stumbled to the ground this time, landing ungracefully on her behind.

After the initial surprise had worn away, Joza took her hands away from her face and glared up at the cloaked figure, blood rushing to her face and making it appear an even deeper shade of pink as her anger flared once more. Her right hand scrambled to her left side, and she clumsily drew a short blade, dull and battered. Even though the weapon was a poor choice, the young Zeltron felt the need to stand her ground.

“What’s your problem?!”

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[Jericho]

Jericho's eye twitched suddenly as the young girl fell backward onto the ground. He slowly took a few more steps forward and the signed that he was sorry. The young man was silent and didn't like to use words as they caused more trouble for him and stuck to his first language. Like a trapped beast with nowhere else to go. The silence was accompanied by a gentle breeze broken by the sound of a blade, he did not know whether or not he was battered, broken or even new. He just heard the sound of the blade pierce the air and quickly made his move and grabbed her wrist and twisted until she would let the blade go. The young man looked at her and felt an urge to break her wrist and quickly shook his head then move her hand and placed a hand on her nose and began to use the force to heal it. He then emitted a calm sensation of the force to help sooth her.

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[Joza Perl]

The red haired girl kept a careful eye on the man’s movements, but unfortunately he outclassed her in speed and technique. Shortly after she had drawn her weapon, she had found her wrist in his grip as he began to twist the limb. The young Zeltron cried out in pain as the twisting action forced her to release the blade, metal clattering against the ground. When he finally let go of her wrist, Joza cradled her hurt arm with her other hand, rubbing at the joint gently in an attempt to soothe the pain from it. She sniffled lightly, the pain and adrenaline from the situation causing tears to prick the corners of her eyes.

She nearly jumped back when the mysterious figure placed his hand on her nose. But before anything bad could happen, she felt a tingling sensation on the skin where he was touching. Gradually she felt the bones settle back into place and the pain ebb away from her face. At the same time she felt a little calmer, her temper simmering back down as she wiped a thin trail of blood from her nose with her sleeve.

Still wary, Joza took a step back and looked the hooded man up and down. She didn’t think that him hitting her for running into him was an entirely appropriate response, but it was possible that she did startle him. And she did pull a blade out on him, so…who could blame him for that, really? He didn’t seem hostile, just defensive. He even healed her, so she guessed it was just a misunderstanding. Curiously, the pink skinned girl rubbed at her nose to find that it no longer hurt. “How did you do that? And who are you, anyway? Do they prefer to use fists instead of words where you come from?”

As she stared up at the silent figure, a strange feeling came over her. It was as if he had a presence, and not in the normal sense. She didn’t feel it being around most other people, in fact she had only felt it once or twice in a large crowd, but could never attribute it to a certain person. But here, it was clear to her that there was something distinct about the man who had chopped her in the face.

“Are you....a jedi?” Her voice was barely above a whisper and her eyes had widened in surprise at the very idea that the figure before her could be the very thing she aspired to be someday.

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[Jericho]

The young man had healed her nose and wiped that blood from her upper lip thinking that was more than enough for an apology The young man turned around and attempted to walk away but he stopped in his tracks when the young girl began to bombard him with several questions. He turn his head slightly and gave her no response to her first question. Despite knowing little of his lorrdian background he held it dear and felt somewhat offended by her question. But when ask if he was a jedi, he questioned himself, he was no longer part of the Jedi order within the republic nor was his a darksider. Was just a rogue force-user? Was there even a name for them? He didn't know what to honestly say so the young man merely nodded yes to that question, pressing a finger on his lips to tell her to keep it quiet.

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[Joza Perl]

The young girl nearly felt herself burst with excitement as the cloaked figure nodded in affirmation to her question. A spark of admiration and wonder glinted in her emerald eyes, their rough meeting forgotten in and instant. She opened her mouth to bombard him with more questions, but the man put a finger to his lips, signifying that she was to keep the matter under wraps. Her expression of excitement faded for a moment, replaced with a more somber face as she nodded in understanding.

However, she was still a curious child. Despite wearing a more serious expression, Joza’s eyes still reflected her enthusiasm. Clearing her throat, the girl steered herself away from any jedi related questions for the time being. “Well, I guess you must be a tourist because Zeltrons don’t dress like that.” She arched a brow and looked him up and down, noting how his muted attire was out of place among the Zeltrons and their brightly colored clothing. “Are you on vacation? I can show you where all of the best places to relax are. C’mon!”

The eager girl grabbed the man’s hand, attempting to tug him along with her. Normally she wouldn’t care about another visitor, but she wanted to keep the jedi around for as long as she could. Even though he didn’t like to talk, maybe she could somehow work some more information out of him?

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[Jericho]

The young man analyzed the girl from head to toe confused slightly by her reaction. Though her face remained serious as thought still angered by the action he made to her earlier. She spoke to him as though someone befriended another, it was a strange act to him but the young man merely nodded to her question. Indeed he was a tourist, he though that would be at least obvious from his skin tone then he remember he did have his mask on. That lead him think of yet another question, why did the young wish to continue this? Was it because she was interest in the fact that he was a Jedi? Did that thought alone out weigh the potential that he was a dangerous criminal and could be lying to her? Where was her mother? Jericho pondered to himself for a moment questioning everything that was going on in this setting right now and how it looked. Before he could retort however, the young Zeltron tugged on his hand and a light blush came onto his face. The young man wasn't much was a touchy feeling type of person and touch showed intimacy to his people. But the young Zeltron did not know that; he grasped her hand and his body followed heavily after her. "I....She touched me..." He thought to himself. Were all Zeltrons so open as this? Now where was she going to lead him?

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Spoiler

TL;DR: Baka, hentai!

 

[Joza Perl]

The red headed girl was slightly surprised when the mysterious man seemed to give in and follow her without much resistance. She half thought that he would stay rooted to his spot or would pull his hand from her grasp, but she supposed that he was a tourist looking for a good place to relax. The pink-toned girl moved hurriedly through the crowds, pulling her captive along with her as she went. They only traveled a few blocks before Joza came to a halt, facing a storefront decorated as brightly as everything else on the street.

“This is the spa that my mom works at. I kind of work there too, sometimes. It’s the best in the city!” With that brief explanation, the girl bolted inside. The interior of the building was decorated with soft pinks, blues and purples, and the area itself seemed to emanate a more concentrated feeling of calm than the city streets. It would be difficult for nearly anyone to ignore the effects of the heavy pheromones here. Joza herself inhaled deeply, her shoulders relaxing as she let go of the man’s hand as a Zeltron woman approached the pair.

“Joza, where did you run off to in such a hurry?” The woman quirked a brow as she flipped her dark violet hair behind her shoulder. Her eyes traveled over to the cloaked man her daughter had brought with her, an apologetic smile crossing her lips. “I’m sorry for any trouble my daughter has caused you, sir. Will you be partaking in our services today?”

 

[Jericho]

A confused looked made way too Jericho masked face, an eyebrow raised as the teenager looked up to the sign to where they stopped. "A spa?" He wondered for a moment. The young man let out a sigh as he figured that this would be a place of relaxation though he hasn't ever been to one in his lifetime. As they entered the spa, it was so frilly so bundled with life, filled with noise and with personal interactions that he wasn't even close to familiar to. Jericho became a shade of red that he wasn't aware that he could become lucky the look was hidden under his brown mask. When Joza's mother approached him, he shook a bit caught of guard and with the wave of his hand and the shake of his head. The young man declined the accusation of her stating that there was no trouble made or harm done. If anything he was more confused than anything else.

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[Joza Perl]

The well-endowed Zeltron woman arched a brow at Jericho’s wordless response, her eyes glossing over her daughter before turning back to the man with a disarming smile. While she didn’t approve of her daughter interacting with random, potentially dangerous men, the thick layer of pheromones coating the spa seemed to be doing its job. “Come now, are you sure you wouldn’t like to stay? You’ve had a long journey, it would do you some good to relax. We offer a wide variety of services—“

“Mom! Is it alright if I give him a massage?” Joza announced suddenly, interrupting the woman as she spoke. Joza’s mother blinked in surprise at her daughter’s apparent enthusiasm, her outburst drawing the attention of a few other women who looked startled before giggling amongst themselves.

“Well, I…if it’s okay with this man…” The violet haired Zeltron was still a bit taken aback, especially since her daughter never seemed to be interested in studying the art of pleasure and relaxation. As she trailed off, Joza didn’t give the masked man a chance to respond before grabbing his hand and tugging him along, much to her mother’s amusement. "You're gonna have to take off your shirt, okay?"

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[Jericho]

The young man remained confused at the series of awkward events that led to this. It was then the young girl asked to give him a massage, but before he could refused the six foot tall man was dragged into a private room with the young Zeltron. Leaving him even more speechless than he already was. He grew an even darker shade of red as she asked him to remove an article of clothing to reveal his body, he looked to the girl and as calmly as he could shook his head in refusal of her demand.

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[Joza Perl]

Joza frowned as the man shook his head, eyeing his heavily clothed body. “A massage won’t work through all those clothes. C’mon, nothing to be embarrassed about!” The pink-skinned girl placed her hands on her hips, trying to look more adult than she really was. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, flabby customers come in all the time from other planets!” With that, the girl made a rather aggressive grab at his cloak, trying to tug it off.

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[Jericho]

The young man continued to resist though it seemed completely futile to do so. He continued to ignore the little pink thing until she mentioned the other flabby customers as she so eloquently put it. For whatever reason it hit a nerve and his eye brow twitched followed by a slight turn of his head resisting the urge to use the force to pick her up and toss her out of the room. Panicked, he slapped her hand away and began to remove his Jedi robes and fitted heavy armor leave a loud THUD as it hit the ground, the young man shook his head as he body was cover from scars from training and dealing with inquisitors but at least he wasn't flabby. He went over the to table and laid down quietly, letting the litte girl take over.

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[Joza Perl]

Joza scowled and jumped back reflexively as her hand was slapped away, not understanding why the secretive man wouldn’t let her strip him. She was about to give up when he made a move to remove his robes himself, and she stared with wide eyes, startled. She didn’t think that would work, but apparently insinuations about his appearance were his trigger. Either way, she was pleased.

Joza hadn’t seen that many scars on one body, but she had enough tact not to comment on it at this point. Instead, she marched over to the massage table and cracked her knuckles. She had a job to do.

Staring at the man’s back for a moment, the pink girl wondered where she should start. She’d seen massages being performed before, but she’d never actually administered one. Figuring that the best way to learn was to practice (with no prior instruction whatsoever), the girl simply began to press her finger tips into the man’s back, mimicking the motions she had seen before. After roughly a minute of this, Joza figured that she should switch it up and try something else. And so, she administered a well-placed chop to the center of his back with as much force as she could muster.

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[Jericho]

The tension on his body was so rough as her untrained hands worked on his back still felt as if it was a relaxing professional massage. The warrior did what he could to relax and keep from reacting inappropriately to her touch. After a minute of her doing what she could she proceeded to chop at his back, thinking it was part of the massage he didn't put a thought to it. Merely he remained where he laid and let her continue to work on his back.

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