Private Way Of The Fist

[Alina Tremiru]

Matukai were a force using order known for their sense of self balance and harmony that made them stronger than anyone around them. They refused to touch upon the Dark of the Force to keep their bodies pure. In truth they were a good fit with any Jedi Order. Alina didn't care about that though. No, their ability to change a diminutive connection to the force to hours of inhuman strength and speed was what she needed. This disruptive connection of hers could be turned into a strength, if given the chance to learn.

There came the issue. Learning this style of using the Force. No Matukai would just willingly teach a Sith. So not so willingly would have to do. The issue was of course, finding them. They were nomadic and kept few together in one spot. No locations. Just their robes as a possible way to find them. That'd have to do. Sides, if she could convince Quinn Varanin it was a good idea, she'd have the Varanin's resources to try and scour the galaxy. Hopefully. Maybe. Glancing at the datapad Alina wasn't too sure she could convince her fellow apprentice. At least Darth Strosius would be easier to convince.

He was just as curious as she was.

She sent them both the same message. 'Meet me at hanger 3 tomorrow at noon if you want to learn more of how to control the Force in your own body.' Cause that'd be enough to get them both to come along. With a frustrated sigh the young woman tossed the datapad away and fell onto her bed. It was weird having a room to herself that was an actual room. With her own stuff. A closet. Bureau. A comfortable bed. Even with the little money she had as an acolyte of the Sith she had more in her life than ever before. It was.. Nice.

Oh. Right. She picked up her datapad again (And ignored any reply in a hopes to spare herself anymore embarrassment) to send a message to someone else. Melydia Gold . From a brief interaction the woman had shown to be pretty kind. And maybe she had a ship. Hopefully she had a ship. This was all pointless if there wasn't a ship. 'Hey, uh. Do you have a ship? I plan to hunt down some secret force techniques but it's kinda pointless without a ship. If you have one, that'd be a great help! And of course you can join me, if you want. Don't have to. Just uh. Meet up at hanger three tomorrow at noon if ya want.'

Once more Alina hit enter and immediately threw the datapad across the room. Thankfully it was more durable than her embarrassment. Refusing to get up the young woman just curled up on her bed and hoped sleep would rid her of the red hue her cheeks had taken.

The next day was easier. She left the datapad where it'd crashed in her room. Refused to even look it's direction as she went about her morning regiment. Not that she wasn't tempted to see if anyone agreed. She hoped for that. But the chance she'd only be met with some kind of saucy stinger from her fellow acolyte brought any curiosity right back down to dread. Alina didn't spare any time. Soon as she was ready, she practically ran from her room to the hanger in question.

It was eight. In the morning. Alina froze as she glanced up to the clock and realized her error of making it for noon. No chance she'd leave here now. She could at least keep it empty if Melydia came by. Oh she certainly hoped at least Melydia would show up. Mostly because it'd be nice to have someone nice to talk to. Also because yeah. Ship.

She found a corner within the hanger and sat down, hands in her lap. Now was the time for the waiting game.

 

[Darth Strosius]

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It had been the better part of a few days since Alisteri had...acquired a new right hand after his duel on Jedha. Truth be told, he was still getting used to the new thing. It was a bit lighter and more dexterous than his old hand had been, not to mention the fact that it was a mechanical replacement that he managed to hide using a spare glove to replace his old one still on his other hand, but he was adjusting to it.

That was of course, until he received a late-night message from Alina Tremiru to go on another hunt for knowledge.

He wasn't at the academy at the time of course, he wasn't exactly a registered Sith to his knowledge, but he wasn't going to turn down the offer of adventure and glory. Oh, and knowledge as well of course. Can't forget about the sweet allure of knowledge.

So, with a quick call to ask for a favor, the masked acolyte was on his way to the Sith Academy without too much fuss.

To be fair though, his seating in the back of a cargo ship amidst the cargo in the ship was far from first-class transportation.

Soon enough, he had arrived and left his transport just in time to reach Hangar 3 after a few minutes of sprinting through the halls and other hangars in the academy. The masked man stumbled into the hangar area, trying to catch his breath and stay out of the way of various people as he did so. The boy really needed to work on his cardio more.

A few moments of heavy breathing later and Alisteri was back on his hunt for his friend. Who he quickly spotted off in one of the corners not too far from the entrance he had just stumbled through.

With a small sigh he made his way over to said corner and tried to compose himself properly.

"Okay, now I don't mean to be picky, but please tell me that we aren't going in another infernal swamp."

 

[Melydia Gold]

It was a rarity for Melydia to have her datapad on her, much less keep it charged. A sketchpad, a canteen, and a few snacks for her and the friends she made along the way were about the only things she kept in her bag regularly, with the datapad just thrown in whenever she remembered. It was a bad habit, or so she'd been told. Granted, whoever had told her almost assuredly did not hold the same appreciation for nature that Melydia did. Nevertheless, it was rare for the creature to have her datapad nearby, and even more rare for someone to try and contact her by it. ​

<Hey, uh. Do you have a ship? I plan to hunt down some secret force techniques but it's kinda pointless without a ship. If you have one, that'd be a great help! And of course you can join me, if you want. Don't have to. Just uh. Meet up at hanger three tomorrow at noon if ya want.>​

She'd been at a loss for several moments, trying to place the name and give a mental face to the words on the screen. She blinked once, maybe twice, before memory kicked in and the call to adventure could even be considered. Regardless, once that connection hit, her fingers were fast at work typing up a response. ​

<UhhHhHhHHh we don't but we can find one! And we'd love to join, see you then!!!>​

Several tiny faces and gestures followed the words, all to further emphasize just how enthusiastic Melydia was at the prospect of adventure. She quickly set off to work on procuring a ship - people came and went so quickly, surely someone wouldn't mind if she borrowed their vessel for a little bit (It also helped when she left a bug friend behind to keep the vessel's owner nice and 'comfortable'). By 2:48 the next day, she (meaning actually a droid) was pulling the ship into a hanger, with the woman all but fluttering around in time to make the fast-approaching meeting time. ​

"Hiya, uh, sorry we're late. Or nearly late, we lost track of time."​

Alina Tremiru | Darth Strosius | Quinn Varanin ​