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Var smiled wryly, looking around and pointing at the various features of decay as they paced onwards. "Growing up on Taris? Well, there's plenty out there in the universe who had it worse, I'm sure. It was never a picnic, but..." He let his words trail off, thinking of all the times his family...

Var nodded, then patted his utility belt to make sure everything was still attached. Lightsaber, grappling hook, rebreather, Comlink... all the gizmos and gadgets that helped a Jedi do their job and do it well were on hand. He adjusted his outer robe, frowning. "I don't actually own any armor...

Var's lips curled in slight amusement as he took in what Knight Carrick was saying about alcohol. It's true, he thought to himself, that a good brew does loosen lips. Naturally, someone like Var would want to learn to take advantage of that fact, without the inverse happening. I wonder if...

Var put his fingers to his temples, thinking hard. "All the conventional ways in will be guarded..." He stated, pacing slowly as he spoke. "The man on the other end of the Comlink didn't sound like your average, every-day thug. No, he's clever. He'll have anticipated a strike team from every...

Var looked towards the newcomer, nodding respectfully. No one had answered the instructor's question yet, and the silence was deafening. He thought he knew the answer, but what if he was wrong? Nothing ventured, nothing gained... "Adegan crystals?" Var posited, walking alongside the others as...

Var frowned as he witnessed the exchange. The military on Taris had always been a cesspool of nepotism, favoritism, and most other forms of -ism that contribute to corruption. Obviously this guy hadn't earned his rank by possessing a cunning tactical mind. Var interjected, hoping to minimize the...

As Var entered the tent, he took in the situation at a glance. Being observant was one of the things that had kept him alive thus far, bolstering his skill in combat. There was clearly a sergeant's insignia on a gray-touched man's uniform, and he seemed to be about to say something to the young...

Var took in Khivas' words, internalizing them. Sniffing out darkness, exposing it and then destroying it... sounded like the kind of work he was well suited to. In another life, he mused, I might have been a private investigator. But the Jedi need agents who can ferret out injustice. He sat back...

Var knew what a Jawa was, of course. He had seen and traded with some when he and Master Polis had hitchhiked their way across the galaxy for a year, ending up on Tattooine for a stint. The diminutive Padawan was gesturing up at his necklace, with the Ankarres Sapphire gleaming in the reflected...

Var was greeted by figure with white hair, who greeted him with a nod. Checking to make sure that his heating gloves were still functioning correctly, he nodded back, conversation being a bit inconvenient over the winter wind. Patting the pack at the back of his belt with all of his parts and...

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As usual, Var was running late. Unable to join the others on the main ship, he'd had to get creative. He'd traded a few favors for a spot on a smuggler's ship. Var had grown accustomed to the cold of space. The void wasn't so monstrous when you didn't think about it too much, but the cold of...

Taris. The poor man's Coruscant, they used to call it. Its massive grid spanned most of the planet, the rich living like kings, and the poor living like animals. There was a middle class, of course, but life on Taris being hard was a given. At least, for those not born into a governing family...

Var ran at breakneck pace through the halls of the Capitol ship. He'd just gotten back from a mission not a day before, and his chronometer hadn't woken him up when it was supposed to. Dodging maintenance droids and using the Force to propel him, he bolted towards the classroom door. He stopped...

Heya, would it be possible for me to get my Padawan in on that trip to Ilum? He needs to build his saber. =)

Var's lips curled upward in a small smile as Sylvaria successfully levitated her robes into her waiting hand. He hadn't been wearing his cloak when they'd dueled, so he made a mental note to gather his belongings before they departed. He nodded at Knight Carrick, and brushed the dust of battle...

Sylvaria appeared to be lost in thought as she pondered his and Knight Carrick's words. He didn't know if anything he'd said had many any semblance of sense to her, but he hoped that it had helped. Var extended his senses in the Force, taking a breath and seeing the world through the eyes of...

Var was pleased to see that she wasn't too upset at him, and he considered Knight Carrick's question. What did he feel when he used the Force to grasp objects? He spoke slowly, trying to find something to compare it to. "When I was first learning how to lift objects, I could barely lift a tin...

Var was just about to engage with his dueling partner when the Force lit up like a beacon from Knight Khivas. An energy wave cleared the sand from the air, and he stumbled backwards, his focus lost. As Knight Khivas spoke, Var deactivated his training saber. Sylvaria was clearly in a huff as...

Var hadn't counted on her ability to see through the Force. As she charged, he backpedaled, but lost his balance when her leg hit his. He went down hard, barely bringing his saber up to block her strike to his left. He started to plan a counterattack when her other spinning foot caught him in...