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[member="McKenna Rory"] | Location: CDF Base, Ryloth
It felt as if his head was going to snap off at any moment. The crushing waves of the Force washed over the man as if they were attempting to erode him away, like the waves of an ocean washing against a stone. His hand gripped the side of his temple and his face was contorted in pain, but still they wouldn't stop. This continued for several minutes until finally the pain subsided. Aries found himself on the floor of his bunk's refresher, savoring the cool feeling of the durasteel beneath him. He'd long since pulled his jacket off, hoping to cool himself down during the migraine fits.

These fits of pain were unlike anything the young Prince had ever dealt with. When he was displaced out of his own time period he had expected there to be some side effects, but never did he imagine they would be this bad or last this long. It felt like they were only getting worse. Aries pushed himself to his feet, feeling his energy return to him while still cradling his head in his hands. His face was dripping with sweat and his eyes were weary, it felt as if he'd just ran six miles. He cut the water on so he could wash his face off. Once he'd straightened himself up, he took his jacket from the refresher floor and pulled it back on.

Aries had been spending a lot of time at Confederate Defense Force bases. As a member of the Knight's Obsidian he had limited access to the bases and they were larger than most Knightly outposts. This was done deliberately.

He did not belong here. The man was the son of Adron Malvern and Alessandra Creed, he was also the Prince of Illyria. However, after dark events in the future he was sent back to the past through the power of the Force. It was an incredible and powerful ability, yet it was showing itself to be a double edged sword. As it was, Aries was due to be born in a few months and he wanted to keep his future self as far from his current self as possible. He did not know what would happen if the two met, or father saw him. He favored his mother and that was why he had taken the less popular surname of Creed, as opposed to Malvern. There were a number of Creed's in the galaxy, many of which were not even related to the Noble line that he descended from on his mother's side. However, the title of Malvern was far more rare and at a time when his father sought to seek out all those sharing his blood, it was best to keep the affiliation far.

He turned out of his bunk, making his way into the main hall. He was dressed more like a spacer than anything. With the blue jeans and the dark colored jacket he wore, it would be easy to mistake him for an off-duty soldier. The only thing that set him apart was the silver cylinder that hung from his waist. It was much longer than the standard lightsaber, as this hilt was capable of producing two blades, yet it still revealed him to be a member of the Knight's Obsidian.

His stomach let out a quiet rumble so he decided to make his way down to the cafeteria. Maybe there would be something worth eating there today. Probably not.
 
[SIZE=9pt]Being Stationed on Ryloth was not very interesting to McKenna, the small pilot hardly slept anymore since her first mission to recover a prototype for the confederacy had several lasting effects on the small girl. She had learned of her own force sensitivity though she had been unknowingly using it for years as she moved through the ranks of the CDF. The greater effect on the small girl was that she was unable to sleep, when she tried she saw the man she had killed in her first CQC fight, she was close enough to see the light drain from his eyes as he drew his last breath and his heart had its last contraction, his last thoughts crossing his mind. From time to time she wondered what his last thought was, were they of his family, his wife and children? Or of his men who had just been shot by the small girl seconds before? Or were they cursing the young woman who had just been his undoing?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]This morning in particular had been one for in atmosphere flight exercises. Normally McKenna lead from the front, never one to have someone else lead her men. But on this day in particular McKenna was having a rough day, she had not slept for several days before the exercises, she spent the wee hours of the morning she was in the hangar, here is where she did her thinking, she decided to take care of all of her squad’s fighters maintenance. She worked tirelessly, her hands flying between different parts of the fighters as her mind wandered between subjects but within 2 minutes of it wandering it always finds its way back to the face of that dying man.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As the Sun rose on the horizon the light streamed through the looming hangar doors. McKenna was working on the last fighter when the first of her squadmates arrived, this was no surprise to find their commander in the hangar. The small woman wore her standard flightsuit her face spotted with grease from the starfighters inter components. She was under her own Wraith class fighter. These ships were extremely powerful and fast but also needed constant maintenance to keep them running. At this point had finally finished repairing the final Generator on the ship.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Sliding out from under the ship she greeted her squadmates. She gave the word and they climbed into the cockpit of their fighters and took off. The first 20 minutes of the exercises went smooth. It stopped being smooth when they hit a pocket of turbulence and Mckenna lost one of her stabilizers, this forced the young commander to make an emergency landing back at the hangar. Replacing a stabilizers was no easy task, it was time consuming and a very tedious process, it took a few hours for the young pilot to replace the stabilizer, by the time she was done she was starving.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Walking into the mess hall the people all stared at her, she was the only one there who was somewhat in uniform, it was not only that but the bags under her eyes were so prominent that everyone wondered how she was still functioning.[/SIZE]

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[member="McKenna Rory"]
Aries had found a corner of the mess hall to call his own. It was actually the officer's table but since there were no officers inside, he'd made it his table. He sat with a leather bound book in his hand. It was an odd thing to see, surely. Most people did not put any worth in actual books anymore, instead they carried around the latest datapads and slates. There was something about a book that Aries found brought him some peace, so if he could read something in that format then he would. Every so often Aries' eyes would rise to see just who had entered the mess hall. There were a number of soldiers moving about, getting ready for their morning duty after their physical training sessions. No one to really hold his gaze actually walked in. Though it was only a moment later when a feeling coursed through him.

It was as if the sun had shined on him during a cool day, making his skin warm and embraced. It made the air lighter and he could feel it's pull. As The Force washed over him, Aries closed his eyes, soaking in the feeling that came over him. It was practically blissful, the way The Force waxed and waned, pulling him with it as it surge vibrantly. When his chocolate eyes came open he turned his gaze to the source of that feeling.

She was an absolute mess. Her uniform had the tell tale stains of grease and oils. By the insignia's she sported she was a member of the Confederate Navy, the starfighter corp more specifically.

She's a pilot? Aries mused, before clearing his throat.

That made sense. There were a number of high-stress and reflex jobs that called out to those tightly woven in The Force. The tether to the endless nether of knowledge and premonition was perfect for someone in that line of work.

Aries closed his book. He glanced around before turning back to the woman with a curious gaze. The heavy bags under her eyes made her seem exhausted, as if she had been up for days. Even from here the man could sense the toil that went on in her mind. The man closed his book before tucking it into his jacket pocket. He reached out, forcing his being into the spiritual plane of the Force until it connected him closer with the woman. His eyes closed listlessly, allowing him to truly dip himself into the Force and reach out.

It did not last.

A sharp pain shot into his mind and shocked it's way into his body. He winced, drawing back and exhaling in pain. His own connection to the Force was still shaken from his travels.

He huffed, before looking back to the woman. There was no reason he couldn't go talk to her? Did she even know about her talents? What she could be. He did nothing for a moment. He merely sat there with a contemplative expression before finally rising from his place. He'd had a cup of caffe before him, but now he could use a bit more anyway. He walked over to the woman, glancing down at the ranking insignia on her lapel.

"Excuse me, Commander." He had a voice that held the power of raging inferno wile maintaining the tranquility of a steady stream. Two aspects he gained from both his mother and father. "Sorry, you just look like you could use some caffe." He gestured to the mug in his hands, before pointing to a machine that sat beside the chow line. "Would you like a cup? I think they just brewed some fresh. Not too bad for chow mud." He said, flashing a charming smile. All the while, he was slowly pushing with The Force. Not to invade the woman's mind or influence her decision. No, he was sharing a degree of his energy with her. Using the Force to revitalize her, so she may go through a bit more of the day without passing out.

And so he could learn more of her.

"My name is Aries. I'm temporarily stationed here for a while." He held a hand out to the woman, wondering just how she would take his presence.
 
[SIZE=9pt]Mckenna looked over the mess hall as she made her way toward where most of the officers normally sat, however there were no officers beyond herself there, even if there had been she had always been an outcast among most of the officers. McKenna’s short stature made most of them to look down on the small commander, though her mind was sharper than most. Of all the types of officers in the defense force McKenna was among the most levelheaded, she was one to lead from the front in doing this she had secured the respect of her men, they were willing to follow her into hades if she asked them to. This was the main way she had set herself apart from other officers, the second and more important to the small girl was that she respected everyone she met the same, from civilians to Grand Admirals, for they were all sentient beings and deserved to be treated as such.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As all of these things made their way through the small girls mind like waves cresting on a shore she let them pass as she continued and made her way over to the table where she normally sat, the one in the corner across the mess hall from where the officers normally sat. Sitting down she began to go through her checklist of things to do today, among the top of her priorities was to get in some time in the simulator to make up for her shortened exercises this morning. The small redhead was in her own head thinking until the man approaching caught her eye.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Upon laying eyes on him McKenna knew that he was not an enlisted man around here, his hair was groomed too well and his skin too unblemished, no scars that were the natural for men in the military. Beyond his physical appearance the young commander could tell because of how he carried himself, strong and confident posture paired with gentle steps the way he held is caffe cup, and an almost musical rhythm to his steps further strengthened her conclusion of him not being a soldier. Her last clue came from his glancing at her rank insignia before speaking, most enlisted men would have looked and referred to her as sir or ma’am, not that Commander was disrespectful just different especially coming from someone of a lower rank.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As the man began to speak McKenna turned to look into his chocolate eyes, she did this as a sign of respect as she stood, actually lowering her eye level, standing 4’10 she was the shortest person on the base. As he asked her if she would like some Caffe she thought for a moment, she could use a cup so she would respond “If it’s not too big of a hassle I would love one[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As the man then went on to introduce himself and offer his hand the nymphlike girl took it, her grip firmer than most would assume by looking at her. “Commander McKenna Rory a pleasure to meet you sir” She said in her typical high pitched sing-songy voice[/SIZE]

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The Knight turned to pour a fresh cup of caffe for McKenna. It only took a moment before he turned back to the table where he had left the pilot. Setting the cup down on the table, Aries offered her one more smile before settling down across from her. "You look tired, long shift?" He asked, somewhat curious as to just what the woman did. By her clothing it was obvious that she was a pilot but there was still more to wonder. Did she fly shuttles or was she a fighter pilot? The more dangerous of the piloting positions. There was cream and sugar on the table and the Knight eyed it for a moment before smiling at her.

"Cream?" He asked, willing himself into the Force so that the small cup would slowly levitate into the air before McKenna. "How about sugar?" He continued, as the small bowl of sugar joined the cream in the air. His hand was suspended a few inches off of the table and as he shifted his fingers a bit, the sugar and cream began to lower themselves back to the table below. "You know, with your disposition in The Force you could have joined the Knight's Obsidian," The comment was almost seem to come out of nowhere, however it's not like the Commander would be confused, it was common knowledge that trained Force Users knew how to identify others like them. Although Aries was suffering from some kind of displacement sickness, he was still tuned in enough to sense McKenna's latent ability.

"Can you feel it? Or I guess a better question is did you know?" He flashed her a knowing smile before nodding. "I wonder how that feels....I was really young when my parents found out I was Force Sensitive. They were waiting on it though, they dropped me into classes as soon as they could. I could levitate books before I could even walk."
 
[SIZE=9pt]As the man sat the caf in front of the small woman she smiled, it was not too often that a civilian would be stationed on a military base and it was far less often that they approached a ranking officer and spoke to them freely, she could tell that this man was of noble birth, the way he spoke and moved gave it all away. The small Commander kept her calm. As he asked her if she had a long shift she let out a scoff and gently said “You have no idea.” She had been up for days no end for her dreams were haunted with the face of the man she had killed. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As the man levitated the cream in the air McKenna maintained a pokerface. She had figured that the man knew about her secret force sensitivity so when he brought up the knights obsidian she just nodded. When he then asked her if she knew about her force powers she would respon “Not for a long time, I thought it was just min intuition that allowed me to do all the things I could do, when I found out it was the force it made total sense to me.” She said taking a sip of her drink.[/SIZE]

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This was becoming incredibly interesting. The fact that McKenna was new to such an intimate connection with the Force was practically written all over her. Not in the sense that she seemed like a novice, it was just her presence in the Force that felt so much like an untapped well. The fact that she was readily accepting of the Force meant she must have known a number of people capable of using the Force, or else she would not be so nonchalant. The Force was, in many parts of the galaxy, a myth. Especially in the deepest reaches of the outer-rim. There were many who believed the tales of the ancient Jedi and Sith to be nothing more than dramatizations. After all, it was ridiculous to think such feats would be possible. However, both of the people here knew they were.

"So have you tried to do anything yet? Anything....exceptional?" He asked, showing an amused smile. His smile faded for a moment, while he looked to the cup of sugar. Aries opened it, setting the lid on the table while looking to the woman. "Watch." He said.

"The Force connects all things, living and nonliving. It is a tether that binds us. So by influencing the strings of this tether...then much more is possible than anything even I can imagine."

He looked to the cubes of sugar, eyeing them closely until one after another they began to levitate from the sugar bowl. "You see?" His hand rose, as his fingers began to curl and twist at the rhythm of the sugar. "You can do it too, wanna try?" He asked, with an interested expression.
 
[SIZE=9pt]Taking a large sip of her caf McKenna felt a new surge of energy pulse through her, only enough to keep her awake for the moment being. As the man began to question her McKenna did her best to keep a pokerface, though it was hard as tired as she was and she was thoroughly impressed with the man’s force tricks. As he asked her if she had tried anything the young woman responded “I have not tried anything at all really.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As she said this her eye lids felt heavy once more taking another sip of Caf she began to think about the dream again. It made her break out in a cold sweat with just a single thought. She could still see the young man’s face and it scared her thinking of what she had done. However it was when the man began to float the sugar cubes that McKenna decided to do something crazy. She focused on the table and thought of it floating, it took a few moments but before long the table began to float only a few inches off the ground “[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Like this[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]?”[/SIZE]

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