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[Jasper Kai'el]

Voices from the Void
Refuge
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Tags: Novac Lyrikal , Braze , Starlin Dinn , (CLOSED)

Lightsaber, Refuge, Respite, Jedi Outcasts, Grafted into Stone
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Following a distress call sent out from the ringworld of Refuge, the base of operations for the Jedi Outcasts, Jedi Master Jasper Kai'el was quick to return to his home territory aboard the Grafted into Stone alongside the incumbent Jedi-hopeful Starlin Dinn; a young man eager to prove himself worthy of training. As quickly as he could, Jasper organized an impromptu task force to investigate the area where the distress call had originated from. Jedi Padawan Novac Lyrikal and his former student Knight Braze would answer the call. With very little to go off of but the message that was sent out, they touched down outside what was the location of origin.

To say that the place was strange was an understatement. A thick jungle swamp had engulfed the surrounding area, almost in a way that seemed unnatural. Vines entombed an ancient structure, one that matched what was seen below the village of Respite. A connection back to that place, but what exactly the people who built it were still seemed unclear. Grafted into Stone had done a scan of the location from orbit, and...

"Scans indicate one lone heat signature inside the ruin," Jasper relayed as he trudged through the thicket up to the entrance. "No signs of a struggle from what I can see. For a place that was... "making machines," there isn't really much around to suggest that it's a factory..."

Jasper drew his lightsaber from the scabbard on his hip, the brilliant blue blade shimmering with a wild visage that resembled fire, or the solar storms of a star. It illuminated the dark passageway before them, an endless tunnel into the inky abyss. It was less sterile than the facility where his brother Jalen Kai'el and Shuklaar Kyrdol had lead that brief expedition to find those... things in tubes. They had to be related, but the Jedi Master simply couldn't figure out exactly what that relation was just yet.

Maybe those beings were the ones eating people...

"Stay close together, don't let anyone in the group out of your sight," he stated, making their formation clear. "Keep an eye on the new kid. He's inexperienced and looking to learn. And Starlin, by no means are you to engage in combat, you're just here to observe. Got it? Now, let's get to it."

From there, Jasper would step off first, leading the party of four into the darkness...

 

[Starlin Dinn]

It was an entirely different kind of heat than he was used to which hit him as they stepped into the loamy jungle with its tangle of vines and humid swampland. The air was wet, it clung to his skin and made him feel dirty before he'd even exerted himself at all. His usual robes had been done away with, he wasn't in a desert anymore, nor was he limited to just one set of clothes, though he kept his arms and legs fully covered beneath the thin cloth of the training garments Jasper had rummaged up for him.​

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Olive green utility trousers, and a beige shirt, belted and booted, he still had the shoto saber the Jedi Master had loaned him bouncing against his thigh but otherwise? Very little else.​

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Starlin had come into this Galaxy with nothing but the clothes on his back, and while Leviathan had some useful bits and pieces stowed away there was very little that had jumped out at him.​

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A water canteen, a glow rod, and a utility knife proved the most notable additions.​

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When Jasper spoke, Starlin gave him his full attention; he walked alongside the Jedi, sure, but for all he knew they could have been headed off a cliff with how focused he was on reading the man's lips.​

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"Got it, Sir," he retorted with a sharp nod, squishing down the swirling pit that was forming in his stomach. It was made of nerves, sure, but also a growing sense of uselessness. He wanted to help, he wanted to give his all, but... it was true that he had no experience. This wasn't the time for proving himself, lives were at stake.​

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The lad didn't reach for his glow rod, led on instead by the thrum of Jasper's lightsaber. In no way would he be responsible for drawing attention to them, not if he could help it.​

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Jasper Kai'el Novac Lyrikal Braze ​