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“Packpack. Got it.” Armen motioned toward the object, wondered if his partner meant ‘backpack’, chalked it up to a slip of the tongue and brought up some bacta patches from it. It was sudden, but something within him caused Armen to sigh, like why wasn’t he already a Jedi Knight? His own...

That “Ouch!” had somehow rang around the whole environment, loud as a blaster bolt, or maybe it was just the Force burrowing the message into Armen’s skull. Yes, he had tripped on a rock, fallen on his ass, and that had happened more than once in this shindig, but there was another message...

It seemed to be a good enough idea if a bit of a working theory. Pay the tab. Get out of dodge. Only problem was, as that man began his advance after the bathroom, Armen saw no waiter. Not theirs, anyway. Dang. Where is she? So he simply began trying to wave another one over. He sees me. Right...

Sure, the platform wasn’t terribly too high up to begin with, and maybe halfway there Armen could have cast Force Jump. Sure, he could also Force Pull his lightsaber back to him. Only, in that very moment, as his body fell and his weapon fell from his grip somewhere he did not see, well, he...

Armen, dispassionate, was not immune to fears in the moment. Suppressed, even, perhaps, yet he did his best to listen to the words within his mind that were not at his own behest. They were another’s. His companion's. I will do my best. Armen promised. It was all he could give amid a barrage of...

Armen was equally pleased to see that his companion was quickly on his feet. He did appear to have been given a bit of a beating but he moved in spite of the wounds. He moved like a Jedi, one that sent his enemies flying. “The feeling’s mutual.” Armen spent his attention on the blaster bolts...

Armen had half-expected his companion would have caught up to him after getting separated, banking on their directions not being entirely diverting. So, although the two were not in each other’s presence, he headed through the forest where last Alhazred was expected to be in. It would not have...

Armen caught his companion fall as the beetles swarmed toward both of them. His immediate reaction was to help him, but just then a web of those insects cut in between their feet. Fortunately, Al got up the next instant, and he ran. Armen did the same, if in another direction. Any which way...

Fear. Perhaps, so to speak, that was a Jedi’s worst fear. It was a path to the dark side. It was even an emotion that was otherwise bereft of this Jedi. Yet, here in the darkness of this forest, where the shadows closed in, it gripped him, like death in a fist. Focus, Al told him...

As an insect descended onto Alhazred’s head it was all Armen could do to not move, to not flinch, just standing there like an idiot as his friend was gripped in the same sensation of utter terror. Apparently they both hated bugs to begin with. This was definitely much different. While Al was...

Order 66. Armen of course knew the meaning of it but he couldn’t help but think of some dumb B-movie. Or a cheesy porn flick. The latter was, admittedly, a bit too common even for contemporaries within the Jedi Order these days with unbuttoned jeans and everything. Embarrassing, really. As...

Crap. That Chevin distraction was Armen’s best tactic. So he just stood there staring like an idiot as both servers stared back at him. Shoulda checked the guest list. He caught their looks like ‘what’s up with those other two donuts’ but he could only shrug, more in nonchalance than...

Armen scratched his noggin in thought. The sign had certainly been a bit of a surprise and could easily be a trap that some madman had left for anyone heading in this direction. “I believe I’ve seen crazier things and it’s our only lead at this point, legit or not, so we may as well follow...

Armen squinted a bit at Hiraya’s order of sugar honey iced tea. “I mean…they look like servers but—” His partner just then gestured that they needed to get Heinz out of the machine. Armen sighed. Why did he have to do all the legwork anyway? Wasn’t my idea to jump in and get the dumb Chevin to...

It was fortunate that both men caught each other’s gazes as the younger one among them just stared blankly back. Armen was about to ask how mother loth-cats conduct their fishing to begin with as Al continued with his explanation. Eighty years of study… Maybe Al's species was like the Sephi, he...

The question had caught Armen off guard. He wanted to offer it with a worthy answer, to explain to his partner that this and that had happened and that and this had complicated his training, but the truth was far simpler. “Same as everyone else I guess.” He snapped a twig off the log and began...

Right. Left. Wait. What? Right. Kay. Whatever the case, in either direction, Armen was rather content that he wasn’t the one trapped between four walls of glass and then some. This wasn’t even his idea to begin with but he was committed so whatever. Truthfully he wasn’t really paying much...

Armen had gotten his answer to his question even before his partner had answered. Al certainly looked worse for wear. Evidently the beast had gotten him good. “Now those are the words of a warrior.” Hopefully, however, neither of them would fall in the chaos of today or tomorrow from whatever...

Armen’s lack of combat expertise showed itself in full force as well after crashing backwards onto the surface of the forest floor. Granted, he had this coming. This mission wasn’t punishment or anything but he had a nagging feeling the Jedi Order was tired with him, well, doing nothing. Out...

Al mentioned the plan of making noise. “Gotcha!” Armen spoke aloud. Figured it made no difference whether they whisper if they were about to shout. Yet, he relied on his partner’s judgment for this. Armen kept his lightsaber up, purple light humming amid the growling and unsettling snickering...