Enjoying the Night Life

[Telarii]

She wasn't supposed to be away from the temple - not at this time of night, anyway, but the apprentice couldn't help herself. Once the sun had gone down, Telarii had managed to slip out of the temple and borrow one of the Order's speeders. She was sure they wouldn't miss it too much until she was back, anyway.

To the twi'lek, the temple was just too stuffy to stay locked up within it all day hoping to become a padawan. She had grown used to the excitement of Corellia's streets, even if they had been dangerous, and Coruscant promised to be an even greater avenue of excitement.

Stories of bar fights and tales of drunk nobles acting like gamorreans attracted the twi'lek to one particular scene in the entertainment district - the Outlander Club. Heart racing, the apprentice parked the speeder and made her way through the winding crowds of people and into the bar, her sense of smell assailed by the rank scents from both hard liquor and unwashed creatures.

However, the smells nor the bright rave lights and pounding music did nothing to turn away the apprentice. No, for the first time since leaving Corellia, she felt at ease. She didn't have to act differently here. In the temple, she always had to act the way people expected her to - be polite, stand up straight, don't let your emotions run wild.

Perhaps with more experience, she could understand the Jedi's teachings better, but she currently had difficulty with the idea of living without indulging emotion. Ah well, this was a time to let herself unwind and worry about what her instructors would say in the morning. Brushing past a Zabrak, the twi'lek pushed herself up closer to the bar and ordered a simple glass of water while her eyes turned upward toward the large holonet screens, each of which had a different sport playing upon them all.

I wish the temple had more sports, they're way too stuffy there.

 

[Khamari]

Ke'von sat in his usual booth, watching the various sports being broadcast within the bar. The night life was great on this planet. Pleasant music, pleasant drinks, pleasant... women.

Ke'von's eyes drifted from the screens to the bar just in time to see a young twi'lek walk in. She seemed scared but more intrigued than anything. She ordered a water and took it all in.

Ke'von drained his glass, gathered his robes and walked towards the bar. He used force push as the bartender placed the girl's water on the counter. The glass moved a few inches as he approached.

"You're from the temple aren't you?" Ke'von said in a quiet whisper.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Misha was wandering around all day. The shopping in Coruscant was the best. A Jedi shopping like crazy. She didn't hear of many Jedis loving to shop as much as her.
She had spent all day on her feet, on her speeder, and in the shoppes and vendors. Nightfall came and she packed her bags into the BabyBlue. Than threw on her dress and went out...
A tan hour-glass shaped woman dressed in a baby blue sundress that went down to about her knees, and a pair of pretty leather boots stepped into the outlander club. The dress made of the most pure of linen and purest of silk from alderaan, and stitched with golden twine with gold mined straight from the deepest mine in naboo to make a thin contoured floral design. The boots were made with one hundred percent real black zakeg leather and went barely above her ankles. She was wearing her Jedi robes over her dress. And her messenger bag had her single hilt and double hilt lightsabers inside.

She walked in and took a seat nearby a Twi'lek and a Jedi talking. She sensed the force in both of them.
"You're from the temple aren't you?" she didn't usually eavesdrop, but they seemed like people she could possibly befriend.

 

[Telarii]

The twi'lek's eyes remained focused on the vid screens, watching and trying to comprehend some sport she didn't recognize. Several moments passed as the various beings on the screen slammed into one another and vied over some small, glowing ball. When one of the beings - a rodian - managed to get the ball to the other side of the arena, the crowd around her exploded into cheers.

A grin plastered on her face, she reached down to grasp her glass when the object suddenly shifted to the side by several inches. She quickly withdrew her hand, worried slightly. Did she do that? She didn't think she had asked the Force to do that - was this why they told us not to indulge emotion?

Her silent questions however were quickly answered as a hushed voice managed to reach her ears, drawing her attention. Oh..wow. He's...tall, she thought, her eyes falling upon the incredibly tall human. Was it really so obvious that she was from the temple? ...Now that she thought about it, maybe she should have changed before coming out.

"Oh! Um, yes I am. The glass... Are you from the temple as well? I don't think I've seen you before," she responded, wondering if this was a Knight from the temple or not. She hoped that wasn't the case, she'd only just arrived and didn't want to get yelled at again.

With her attention on Ke'von, she didn't take any notice of Misha's arrival and her own aptitude with the force wasn't honed enough to sense the force sensitivity in either of the two jedi.

 

[Khamari]

Ke'von smiled and spoke softly, "Your eyes say it all. The city must seem spectacular to you."

He sat down and leaned forward, "I'm Ke'von Rambu. I train on Ossus. I find time to travel here from time to time just to clear my head. Is your head clear padawan?"

Ke'von sat back and ordered another drink. When he turned back around he noticed that someone else had joined them. He felt her presence through the force before he saw her. Another Jedi.

"Yes, actually. I'm Ke'von Rambu, and you are?"

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Misha heard the conversation so far.
"I'm Ke'von Rambu. I train on Ossus. I find time to travel here from time to time just to clear my head. Is your head clear padawan?" Ossus. Misha had heard of Ossus. It was supposed to be a newer temple to make up for the one lost on yavin 4. Much different than where Misha trained on Tython.
"Is your head clear padawan?"
At that, Misha chuckled. Misha loved to play with hopefuls and padawans. It seemed that all of them, even her when she was one, assumed all Jedi or force users to be cryptic.
She could be cryptic. She thought with a laugh.
She waited and listened, wondering how the padawn would react.

 

[Telarii]

Telarii hadn't realized that she'd let her wonder show so clearly on her features, but now that it was pointed out, it brought out feelings of slight embarrassment. She must look like some outer rim nerf herder out on vacation the way she had apparently been gawking about.

"It truly is a spectacular city though; even Corellia wasn't so spectacular," she began, responding to the tall man's first comment about her. It took her a few seconds and a sip from her glass to come up with a reasonable response to the human's odd inquiry about her head though.

"And I think I've got a clear head... I mean, I haven't been downing juma juice or anything like that," she said, unsure as to how else her head wouldn't be 'clear'. However, a second later she realized how rude she was being - after all, she hadn't even introduced herself yet. "Oh! And I'm Telarii Secara, um... From here, I guess. This is the only place I've trained at."

While the twi'lek spoke, her eyes finally found their way to Misha, but she didn't initiate any meaningful conversation with her. For all she knew, after all, Misha was just someone who enjoyed staring at humans and twi'leks.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Misha noticed now the twi'lek's awkwardness, only after she had started speaking. Misha couldn't yet read the minds of others but she was starting to pick up on others inner emotions. Sometimes she would get words.
"Nerf herder" she got a word. Was it something she imagined? No, she matched the facial expression and emotion, it was possible she just thought those words...

"Coruscant and Ossus. she started... She threw on a cryptic voice.
"Tell me Jedis... You say that your minds are clear. But yet you are, sitting in a bar, in the undercity of one of the most densely populated planets of the galaxy. The lights, the technology, the people. she turned her head to make eye contact with them.
"But listen deeper...." she whispered. "It's nearly impossible to not hear them. The people talking. The holo-screens buzzing. The droids working. she continued...

"And you say your mind is clear? Gah! Once you atune yourself to the force and it's channels you cannot turn off the transceiver... You can only change stations.

She had hoped that she scared them... They were new to the lifestyle after all... and maybe didn't know too much.

((ooc: the cryptic voice she throws on is supposed to sound like Kreia. if you know who that is))

 

[Khamari]

Ke'von raised his glass as the other Jedi spoke. He understood, but before he responded he turned back to Telarii.

"Nice to meet you Telarii. Now as to what I was saying earlier. Is your head clear? Is your head clear to take on the Jedi Code. Is your head clear of emotions? Is your head clear from all other wants? If not then you will find it difficult to live the Jedi way."

Ke'von turned back towards Misha and stared into her eyes. "You can use the force in many profound ways, Telarii. Like our friend here.

The force connects all living things. If you are trained enough to listen as it speaks you can very well hone in to other's thoughts, trick their minds, and even cripple their willpower."

Ke'von caught himself and stopped short. "But such things shouldn't be spoke of."

((OOC: I love Kreia))

 

[Veritas et Lux]

:"Such powers shouldn't be detained!" She laughed, staying true to the fake voice she was using.
The barkeep approached the three.
"So what' you havin, boss." the barkeeper spoke with a rough iridonian voice.
Misha caught the barkeep with a warm chuckle.
In her real voice she said."Just some water..." she paused and looked at the twi'lek and the man.
"Heh... He said boss...." she laughed...
"Er-... I'm misha by the way. I was trained on Tython."
She smiled...

 

[Raider]

As the barkeeper moved to get the order of water he paused by another customer seated at the bar.

"Jedi," the barkeep murmered. Nodding toward a trio off kids with a roll of his eyes. Seger Garon threw back his head and laughed at this, hand slapping the counter.

"Still running into them? They find a stash of weapons in your backroom? You never had any luck," Seger called to the barkeeper's retreating back. Grinning widely as he took another gulp of his drink.

 

[Batty]

Tur'nala strode into the Cantina and walked with her usual demeanor to the bar. She took an eye to a few other females already sitting down and talking, and let out a small smile. She was pleasantly surprised to see more women around, no need to worry about men hitting on her and no need to perform. Maybe this would turn into a girls night after all?

"Hmph. Fat chance of that..."

She thought to herself. Tur was wearing her usual attire. Her skin tight black sleeveless vest, atop her skin tight black leather tights, atop her black leather heeled boots, toped off with black fingerless gloves and black lekku wraps, all complimenting the black tattoo pattern on her red Lethan skin. To further complete her dark ensemble, her standard blaster was fitted on her hip to her belt, and a large vibroblade was in a holder on her opposite hip.

Tur immediately drew her attention to a young woman sitting at the bar. She was human, wearing a blue elegant dress, clearly not the kind of the local life.

"Honey i love your dress, where are you from? Certainly not these parts."

Tur said to the girl as she plopped herself down on the seat beside the girl.

 

[Telarii]

The twi'lek frowned slightly at the two humans, her eyes darting between each of them. One of them spoke of closing one's mind to emotions and wants, and the other of nearly drowning in the noise of life due to being connected to the Force. But how could one live like that? Either way. With Ke'von's reasoning, a Jedi should be an emotionless, ambitionless husk.

With Misha's point of view, however, it would seem that one would go mad simply from the amount of noise. People talking, droids working, holoscreens buzzing. With ears (or the rough equivalent), such things were but a minor inconvenience that one could easily tune out, but if it was through the Force - as Misha implied - and couldn't be shut off... The naive twi'lek wondered how one could keep their sanity.

"Forgive me, Ke'von, but don't the Jedi teach that such emotions are natural, and that one must merely learn to control and master their emotions rather than attempt to eradicate them? How could a Jedi do what they do if they haven't emotion? Or wants? How would the Jedi grow and evolve without the desire to become better than they are?" she asked the tall man.

Then, turning to Misha, she simply took a long thought about what the girl said. She had never encountered anything like that herself, but that did not mean others didn't. She felt a slight pity over the situation, and her argument about destructive Force abilities not being contained worried her somewhat. "Some things are better left alone, I would think. Just because one might have the ability to do something doesn't mean we should. Some knowledge is simply too dangerous."

 

[Veritas et Lux]

The club seemed compacted with the amount of life. This was the rush hours anyways....
A man seated at the bar a couple of feet from Misha. Another woman walked in...

"I love that dress." This was all Misha heard before she had offered the alien all dressed in black to sit next to her. He turned the Jedis' presences into humor for the bartender and his self...

"Oh thank you! It's a custom." she replied with a grin.

"Some things are better left alone, I would think. Just because one might have the ability to do something doesn't mean we should. Some knowledge is simply too dangerous." the Twi'lek spoke as if she was so confused.

"The thing is." Misha started.
"That the force is the force. The "dark" and the "light" aren't really there... There are no sides of the force, only sides of people. And furthermore, one part of the force shouldn't be pushed away or forgotten because of how other people use it." Misha spoke what was in her heart.
"That doesn't mean that you should go around using lethal force in every encounter... That is not the Jedi way.

Than Misha quoted The gardener. "The force isn't the issue. It's the motives and reasoning behind why you use it that counts."

Misha looked at Ke'von. "And your friend is right. Such powers shouldn't be learned and should be left alone.... Misha paused... "For those who aren't ready."

She drew a grin and turned to her alien dressed in all black friend.
"I do love your boots. What's your name, stranger?"

 

[Batty]

"My name is Tur'nala, may i offer you a drink? It's nice to sit and converse with another woman, here and there. It's hard in my line of work."

Tur replied. She meant what she said, women were far and between as a bounty hunter. She spun around in her seat, facing the entrance, and pulls a deathstick out of her sleeve. She lights up, taking a drag and blows the smoke away from her new acquaintances.

"How about you, What do they call you around here?"

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Misha took notice of the woman. Her red skin, her weapons, the deathstick lit up...
"If only it wasn't a deathstick." Misha thought.

"Misha. Misha Ivanovna." She was tempted to say that she was a Jedi, but since she was a bounty-hunter she didn't.
She kept her messenger bag close. The woman didn't seem a threat, but things can happen...

"This is Ke'von, and Telarii. she motioned to her friends...
"We've been discussing the force."

 

[Zen]

Ms.Flowers a wondering 14 year old girl was wearing army pants, boots, Tank top all black, Light yellow Robe, And a Thing very long sword on her back. She seemed to be frightened by all this people here, She clutched the walls as she gasped looking around. A Male human came up to her, She nodded and moved away as quickly as possible, she joined the crowd of The three children, She seemed harmless to say the least and scared being in such a place. Taking her sit she spoke to the bar man."A -- Water please, I'll pay, later I promise."She lied, she did not have money.. SO it was sad for her to say the least. looking up towards the crowd she said."Why, is a bar a scary place?"She had asked from one of them.

 

[Raif]

It had been a long time since Owyn Deak had stepped foot on the planet Coruscant. Even then, it had been a very brief visit; he had returned from a mission, been Knighted, and then almost immediately sent back out on assignment. To be honest, the nature-oriented Jedi didn't really enjoy spending time on the sprawling city-planet. He much preferred the greenery and wild spaces of Ossus....

Thanks to the Hutts, though, Ossus was no longer available to the Jedi. It was the Hutts, actually, which had finally brought Owyn back to the capital of the Republic. Or at least, the Jedi Knight assumed it was the Hutts. He had spent the last four years traveling and studying the Force, but recently he had detected a growing darkness. His time as a padawan had been in the years leading up to and during the Hutt War, when darkness had been prevalent, and this resurgence of darkness could only make Owyn think one thing; another war was afoot.

As such, he felt it was his duty to suspend his own travels and come back into the fold to take a padawan. The Order would need as many able-bodied Jedi as possible once things heated up again, so Owyn had returned and offered his services as teacher to his former teacher, Grandmaster Talzea Keldroma. The leader of the Jedi Order had assigned him his student...one Telarii Secara.

Though it was late in the evening, and Owyn himself was still wearing his travel gear, he had decided to drop in and introduce himself to his new padawan. Walking along the halls of the Temple, with his animal companions Tikk and Ra'ja at his side, Owyn had scanned room numbers until he had finally arrived at his destination.

Only to find that Telarii seemed to have gone for a "night on the town."

Looking down to his side, where his Narglatch Ra'ja stood at his heel, Owyn made a slight frown. Ra'ja growled deep in his throat, telling Owyn that this student was already proving to be a pain in the neck.

"Well, Ra'ja you old stick-in-the-mud, at least she's a lively one. Now see if you can't pick up her trail; if she's out there somewhere alone who knows what kind of trouble she could get into."

And with that, with the big felinoid Narglatch sniffing the ground, the Jedi was off.

~~~

And here was his destination, the oh-so-infamous Outlander Club.

"Great...she couldn't have gone for a holo-flick?"

Shaking his head, Owyn motioned for Ra'ja to stay in the shadows outside the club. The big predator was not happy to be left behind, especially when Tikk stuck out his tongue to rile him up, but Owyn was not about to walk into a packed night club with a Narglatch on his heel. He was here to find his new padawan and leave, not create an uproar.

Walking to the door, Tikk hid inside Owyn's green vest until they were past the bouncer, then crawled back out to his customary position on his friend's shoulder. It did not take the two of them long to find the young red Twi'lek, and of course she seemed to be in deep conversation with a few people at the bar.

Rather than barge right into the fray, Owyn decided to sidle up to the bar a few meters away and observe. As the bartender walked over with an angry look at the site of Tikk, Owyn subtly waved his hand and used the Force to guide the bartender's attention elsewhere.

"Well Tikk my friend, now we wait for our opening."

 

[Veritas et Lux]

"We've been discussing the force."
As she said this, she noticed a girl, rather young for a club, let go of a wall and make her way to the bar.
There was something she felt was... Amiss in the force. And in the bartender. She didn't feel endangered... But there was definitely a force user amidsts. And they were pulling their aura in pretty well.

 

[Zen]

She felt warily, almost incrytic by danger around her. She asked for the water yet again more polity her voice shaken in fear. She looked around saw a Girl, the bartender aiming at each other, She felt lonely.But of course this was simply an act... She was not some innocent 14 year old Girl, She was a Killer, An Assassin, And Terrorist. She was far worst then what this innocent little child everyone thought she was she scanned the room, every bit of information was implanted in her brain, it was if she had some form of Modernity, of getting out of this location if a Fight broke down. She played with her fingers while at most looking around the room, Inside her long robe, inside was a Gun, Unseen by anyone.

She wondered and spoke."I am really scared."She said slowly.