It pools, it flows through, it drifts on...

[Sangga]

Do not think, as one foot is placed the other begins to rise, one constant movement... like the flow of the Force.
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As light rose, so did Jakpo. The dawn light was soon beginning to brighten as he exited the Temple, obtained use of a speeder bike and raced the star. A trail of sand streaking out behind him, the wind making his long fur whip back. An exhilarating speed, Jakpo did not know why this ruin was abandoned. The City had the Jedi Temple, was this even due to Jedi? Maybe it was some older civilisation. Nevertheless, it was here. The noise of Life was not, all the better for meditation.

The Bothan dismounted, making his pilgrimage to the entrance of the stage like keep. Built into the base of one of Jedha's mesa, the 'stage' stood proud. It provided cool shade, and most important of all, he'd sensed the Force in this place. Taking of his outer robe, Jakpo opened into a stance akin to the Soresu opening. He did not have his saber in hand, it remained at his belt. Both palms were open, his left facing forward, and his right had the palm facing down by his face. The weight of his form rested on the right foot, placed backward. The left was straight and on the ground as the right leg was bent.

He breathed the air that had already warmed, even in the shade cast by the stages back, it was beginning to heat. A few more deep breaths and he could feel the flow of the Force. It pushed into him, it pooled on the stage and then filtered away out of his sense's range. Rising as his right leg straightened he turned, the left knee rising. The warding hand moved as if scooping some unseen essence and then moving to his chest. His form now facing behind him. His right palm faced the sky as he stood on one leg. The next motion placed his left foot before him, the 'essence' pushed forward. His right hand was now stretched to his right. The whole measure done, he turned both extended arms trailing an orbit around him. Halting as he returned to the Soresu opening.

"You're arrival, was not quiet, in the least."

Spoiler: Who's there?

Any Jedi, Initiate or otherwise, it'd be nice for a heads up before you post.

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[Pippa]

"Some of us don't spend all our time hiding." Ado Seshi remarked as she stepped across the threshold out into the ruins. The fractured arch way she walked under gave way to an ancient seating area. Rows of cracked and crumbling stone semi-circles as rudimentary benches echoing a ponds ripple towards the raised "stage" area. Ado observed the Bothan slowly posing in his attempts at tranquil meditation. She was sure that if she didn't say anything else he'd probably ignore her until she left, at least that was what she'd heard at the temple. As he continued to pose, she decided to take this opportunity to critique his form.

His motions were steady and deliberate. It was hard to tell if this was because slow movements better aided him meditative musings or if this was the speed at which he could run a sequence and have maintain a precise form. The poses were clear and distinct but apart form resembling some of the stances of Soresu here did not seem to be a driving theme of style that informed her of the sequence he was practising. In fact some of the poses and movements seemed to serve no practical application what so ever. The more she watched the more she found this irritating. Squashing down the irritation as it welled within her she decided to see if she could break his concentration long enough for what she'd come for.

"I was told I might find you here, My name is Ado Seshi. I was recently assigned to the Temple here on Jedha as an instructor and you are the last of the teachers at the temple that I've to meet. I was told it'd be good to meet everyone so that I'd have a good grasp and framing for where the initiates are in their training. Though it would appear that more than the initiates need guidance, tell me what pattern are you practising? If you tell me I can help correct your form so that you can run through it with efficiency, I could even partner for you in a spar so you can feel for the practical application of the technique." She strode elegantly towards the stage, her footfalls light and springy, each step making almost no sound. There was an economy to her walk, almost no energy wasted with each stride, nearly no sway whatsoever in her gait belying a balance that could steer her along the edge of a knife without so much as a wobble.

 

[Sangga]

His palm was pointing straight at her. The Soresu opening facing her, the force had flowed, he had drifted... and it ended up here. Who was this Pau'an? He did not even had to ask the female, it was readily provided. He dropped the stance, and placed theback of his right hand into his left palm, his hand held down infornt of him. Such presumption! To critique him on... she thought it was a routine of set moves... a sequence. The Bothan's golden yellow eyes stared as his mind wheeled, trying to figure out a response. "Well met Ado, I am Jak'po... I am merely meditating... there is no form, only the Force."

As she alighted the platform, he took a few steps back to turn and face her, his hands still before him. The wind blew a few dust particles between them, and he chose to circumvent the conversation. "Conflict should rarely be sought out, I am fine with my understanding of Soresu. As you may or may not know, I instruct student on the Force, and its flow. Meditative techniques, and in advance cases, some have asked me to help them perceive things as I can." Not an ounce of pride, an eery, consonant heavy accent was kept level and calm.

If she approached more after his turn, he'd let her closer. Ensuring to keep some space between them. Many people have tried to test his foresight capability... thinking it was a natural state.

 

[Pippa]

Ado was very aware of this distance Jakpo left between them. Her duelling instincts constantly noting steps and reach as well as the stability of the footing underneath. He definitely put up a good front. Outwardly he was completely calm and neutral but just below the surface Ado could sense minor irritation, discomfort and the active effort he was putting into avoiding both those emotions and the conversation at large. She felt she was beginning to understand why some of the other teachers had said he was difficult to talk to. She smiled cheerfully at the Bothan. Placing one leg in front of the other crossed at the ankle she descended smoothly into a cross legged position with what seemed like no real thought or effort.

"That's interesting, It would make sense that I wouldn't recognise it then." She gently rested her hands in her lap and continued to observe the Bothan from the floor. "I find it very difficult to meditate while moving. Bringing myself and the area around me to as still and as silent as I can manage is the only way I've found to reach a true trance like state and even that will take me hours. I'm not sure I was built to stay so still for so long." She took a deep long breath and closed her eyes, taking a moment to explore the feeling of the ruins around her. She allowed a silence to play around the area for a few moments as she gathered her thoughts together. She did not want to offend this Bothan. They would likely be working together for a great many years. The students that received training from them both would likely go on to become prodigious members of the Holy Army but there were many conflicting emotions blasting around inside her already.

Part of her wanted to challenge him to a duel, just to get a feel for the differences and strengths between them. Part of her already adored the Bothan for his brusqueness and adherence to a part of the force that she had little to no understanding of, especially since, to her, it appeared that such adherence may have come at a detriment to his other skills as a Jedi. She wanted to debate the Bothan until he went blue in the face about the nature and inevitability of conflict in the universe, in ourselves and even in the force. But she didn't. She felt the emotions building too fast as they always did. Patience, she thought to herself, there will be time. She opened her eyes once more and nodded slightly to Jakpo, bidding the Bothan to make himself comfortable.

"So, the initiates. How are they faring do you feel at this point in their training?"

 

[Sangga]

"That's interesting, It would make sense that I wouldn't recognise it then." She gently rested her hands in her lap and continued to observe the Bothan from the floor. "I find it very difficult to meditate while moving. Bringing myself and the area around me to as still and as silent as I can manage is the only way I've found to reach a true trance like state and even that will take me hours. I'm not sure I was built to stay so still for so long." She took a deep long breath and closed her eyes.

After a while he noticed she was meditating, her mind was open to the flow of the Force. He used this transition to see her ripples in the flow. He saw the hours of tutelage, how her mind worked. He saw a focus, as keen as the blades she carried. The unconventional... everything. Her weapons, her fighting style, her tuition. She opened her eyes once more and nodded slightly to Jakpo, he saw her pitch eyes with his own golden orbs. "So, the initiates. How are they faring do you feel at this point in their training?"

"They are ill-disciplined... that is to say, they are young." He stretched his back, and flexed. "Some are unable to see the risk of enjoyment of battle. They see themselves walking in the footsteps of our warriors. Some will join the flow of the Force in the same month they are sconded." He paced to the centre of the stage. His thumb in his belt. "Some do not have the focus they need, they are lost to whatever they drift into. They do not know that the flow of the Force is a guide, not something you can let lead you through life. It is our interpretation that is necessary." He unhooked his saber from his belt. "Now. You wanted to know me more." He ignited the blade, and swung it around into a Soresu opening, his stance solid. A base to build upon. he let the flow show him what he could do... and it was his interpretation that would see him through the spar.

 

[Pippa]

She nodded at the words, "The young are often impetuous and prone to thinking with their hearts, however that amongst many reasons is why we are here. To help them see that there are many ways to see the world and very rarely is a viewpoint entirely right wrong or even in any way quantifiable. But mostly, we are here to make them think for themselves." A friendly smile played across her features, Jakpo wasn't half as grumpy as he projected himself to be. Though he was definitely more of a scholar than a teacher, his focus heavily on the subject more than the students, ah well. There are much worse things to be. As Jakpo began to pace towards the centre of the stage Ado's senses tingled. She could feel the shift in his tone and stance and when he drew his sabre she couldn't help but feel a well of excitement, she did so love a challenge.

"Fascinating" Ado whispered, half to her self. She drew herself up to her feet like a bubble rising through liquid. She measured the distance between them with her eyes and drew back one step, keeping her weight on the balls of her feet."Very well, until the first Jedi concedes." She then drew her saber with the basket hilt. Igniting the blade she swung up to her face in the Traditional Makashi salute and then performed a cross flourish to stance one. Leaning her other hand on her hip she stood still and allowed time to drift across the stage between them. Several heavy moments passed. The sound of dust dancing in the breeze competed with the soft hum of the two field-sheathed plasma blades for dominance over what would otherwise be total silence. As they stood and observed each other, Ado readied her self. Shifting her weight almost imperceptibly between her from and back leg, she coiled energy through her long toned muscles. At the very moment the tension began to feel like it was lasting too long Ado sprang forward. Using the force concentrated through her body to accelerate to ridiculous speeds she was within reach before you could blink. As she lunged she swung her blade across in front of her to come down as a back-handed overhead strike towards Jakpo's head.

 

[Sangga]

The sound of dust dancing in the breeze competed with the soft hum of the two field-sheathed plasma blades for dominance over what would otherwise be total silence. He focused on the hum, his senses now pressing on to take in the flow once more. We were all in its pull, whether we wanted to or not. Their ripples moved like they would, and just before Ado pushed off a bow wave of intent sent several images out before the image his eyes could see. As she followed on course after another, some of the ripples vanished. She would go high.

With little effort, and what appeared to be at just the right time. The Bothan took a pace back, his blade swiped at the blade as it came nearer. A simple retreat, that would save the need for a block. All the while, the Bothan watched the ripples, open to the possibilities; waiting for any sign of danger and acting on it. He returned to his opening stance. Silent, focus was not in the here and now. Not fully, it relied on the few fractions of a second before the now. At least when they were disengaged like this. When the fight, or movement began... that was when he hoped he'd gleamed enough from the flow.

Soresu, the Resilience form, often eschewed by Jedi that are keen to finish fights. It relies on stamina, and maintaining a defense above all else. Conservation of movement, and blocks and parries. There was no flashy swishes to the style. Jak'po had spent decades on his technique, his footing was solid; as solid as a Bothan could get. Yet if he needed he could move with the flow of combat, he was becalmed in the middle of a duel. A stone amidst the stream of conscious and movements.

He returned to the Soresu opening. Rotating as need be, facing Ado all times his palm open to her. He had not said a word since they began, he had not grunted, his face had not twitched. A facade, or visage of an elightened mind?

 

[Pippa]

Ado allowed the Bothan to stand still once more in his defensive opening stance. The duel once more adopted an almost immobile pace. Staring intently at the hairy Jedi Ado mused to herself. He'd not moved correctly. It didn't quite feel like reflex, or even experience. His movements were not as polished as they should be for something like that and it would have been impossible to tell which of the many blows she could have made from her position before she had made it. She had rained her form so very precisely that different blows form the same position had indistinguishable body language from one another and again, he didn't seem quite skilled enough to have been able to read her movement.

As she mused she began to circle the Bothan. Instinctively she began to probe his defences. She maintained an equal distance from Jakpo as she paced but would occasionally alter her stride forward or back half a step. Inching in and out. While he stoically pivoted to face her she began to piece together a few things about his style. He was entirely defensive. He left few openings from a strong a stable stance. Ordinarily this would be too inflexible a tactic to fend off sudden assaults, not without ridiculous resolve, unwavering concentration and possibly godlike reflexes. It was definitely not something she could practically employ in battle, not without at least a good half-century of practice.

Ado smiled coyly and sprang into action again. This time literally. Keeping her weight on her back foot as she made one of her slight half steps forward she gather herself for an acrobatic manouver. The moment the ball of her front foot touched the ground she pitched her full mass forward, curling her leg beneath her she rapidly extended the long limb catapulting her into a complex somersaulting leap. The gap between her and Jakpo vanished like the money in a smuggler's wallet at a seedy cantina. The arc of her jump brought her above the defensive Bothan. The graceful spiral of her flight allowed er to bring her humming blade down towards him like a scything guillotine. However split seconds before the swing fully completed a deep instinct within her urged her to turn the swipe into a faint, turning it aside at the last possible moment so that she could land behind him with favourable positioning.

 

[Sangga]

She was good, the juddering of her pace caused overaps in the overlay of future images making it hard to see. Yet all peeled away as her limb tucked under her. As she sprang forward, the other images peeled away, his reaction was all that was between him and her. His blade inclined as she approached, was horizontal as she was above, and chand to a reverse of the incline as she landed. His form stayed in the shell that his blade created, only a change of where Jakpo was was different; the blade rising from the hilt now, instead of declining. He saw her land and in turn was in a position to change the flow of the battle. He took a step, then a half-step before a thrust was attempted; hesitant as he was not comfortable with aggression.

He knew she was good, he could not rely on his vision. The images were failing him, so he fell out of his meditative stance, and focused on the now. Soon this would be over, and if he continued the fight he would lose. He acutally made the thrust a feint and swept with his feet and the Force. The dust of Jedha did the rest, he jumped away, and made for the back of the 'stage'. The shadows would hide him from sight... his understanding of the Flow of the Force would hide him from the Mind. He extinguished his lightsaber and hid, meditated in the darknes and let the flow conceal him, like a stone at the bottom of a river.

 

[Pippa]

He ignored her feint.

Ado could feel irritation bubbling up inside her. As she swooped over head all he did was pivot on heel to face her, like he had been since the beginning. There was something very off about how this Bothan duelled. He didn't engage, he seemed to know things before they happen and he hadn't made a single offensive manouver. She landed with her back to him. Inviting a strike, something, anything other than this protracted stalling. She heard him adjust his sabre position and the shuffle of a step. She braced. Keeping her body in front of her sabre to conceal its position she listened carefully to his approach. One step became two, the second step spread, sliding along the dusty sand. The back-foot rested, pressing back, the blade hummed closer. A thrust. She began to move in kind, twisting at the waist to prepare a beat against his sabre. An inside bat would swing his arm out wide and she'd step in with the twisting momentum. A light flick from that position would bring the tip of her sabre to the side of his neck faster than anyone should be able to react. She began to relish the thrill of the manouver that she was about to perform. Ready for it to be a stunning moment in the duel. But the sliding foot stopped.

The hitch in the step was small but telling. At that moment even though the sabre was still approaching she new it wouldn't hit.

Irritation was becoming frustration.

She swung herself around to meet the hesitant strike, watching as it turned into a near pointless feint. The look on her face could be nothing short of abject disappointment. She closed her eyes as the cloud of dust erupted into her face and the area at large. She heard Jakpo's Lightsaber extinguish. She heard a few hurried footsteps disappear into silence and the wind. She felt him wink out of existence, the very force seeming to be in on his attempts to thwart all of the fun out of what should be a pleasant duel. She waited for the dust to settle once more or for the breeze to carry it away. Wiping off her face she opened her eyes to see the lack of Jakpo in the area ahead of her.

She was growing weary of this.

Extinguishing her own sabre she spoke to the now empty ruins. "It's a terrible game this, hide and seek. It's not very practical." She began to walk slowly and effortlessly around the space, moving to marshal her thoughts. "You know I played it myself, in the last war. For almost twenty galactic standard years. But it didn't work." Ado drew her second lightsaber. "No matter how well I hid, no matter how fast I ran, there always came a time where it wasn't enough. There would come a time where I had to fight, for the order, for my mission, but mostly just to survive." She stared at the second lightsaber in her hand, allowed her eyes to play over the intricate carvings and patterns on the hilt. "I do not like this game." She allowed the words to echo in the dust as she stared at the hilt. She remembered the beautiful willowy fingers of its original owner. "This game killed too much that I loved."

An aeon passed in the agonising silence that fell all around. Ado could still remember every line of her face. Her smile. Her tears. Her terror. Her eyes filled with the influence of the dark side of the force. Her eyes as that influence bled away. Her eyes as her life drained from them. Her dull, dead eyes.

"The best you can hope for with this tactic is a temporary stalemate." Her voice was low and raspy. It pierced through the quiet like shard of glass. "If you continue not to respond I will take your silence as admittance of defeat." She allowed a long gap before speaking again. "So are you done playing Jakpo?"

 

[Sangga]

He could sense her emotion, the anger, the saddness. Her influence on the flow was clear, and he used this to mask his presence. A fish could use he ripples in brook, a bird using the sun to blind its prey. He moved around the room, his instinctive Bothan grace lending aid to his stelthy movements. Around the room, he could move at a reasonable pace, ensuring he was not in the arc of her vision.

He began to ascend to another level over-looking the central ground floor, he leaned over at the back, his muzzle still in the ground floor. "A lack of response, is never a defeat... you know the value of survival." He then rose and moved around the gallery, halfway to the opposite side he spoke out. "We are the Force, it will guide us. Playing? I am merely evening the field." He ducked into an alcove, his sabre ready to be activated should it be needed. He leaned ever so slightly to peer down the corridor, his ears straining to hear her approach; his mind aching from the effort of hiding his presence.

 

[Pippa]

Ado to a deep ragged breath in and released it. With the breath she dispelled her passions and irritations, allowing them to flow out into the world where they could be free. His philosophy was flawed. Not at it's core but in levels that he'd wrapped around it. Somewhere his musings had turned into worship and it was clouding his thoughts. He would not be able to passively win this contest, not in the way he was trying. "Okay, if you want to be hunted, I'll be a predator."

She found a few stones with her feet and cast them into a circle around her. Setting the in her mind as a fixed border she stepped within the circle and raised her two lightsabers. Keeping them unignited she began to slowly and precisely walk through the steps of a routine. It looked nothing like the normal forms associated with lightsaber combat. All arcs and spirals. Her feet traced beautiful coiling patterns in the sand that lasted mere moments before the Jedha winds erased them again. Each step absolute, each pace with utter specificity. Every movement she took she slowed and slowed until finally she came to rest at the dead centre of the circle. Arms loosely by her sides, eyes gently closed, the very picture of poise. And like this, fully calmed and at peace, utterly focused on the sounds of the arena around her, she began to wait.

 

[Sangga]

He padded out, he had to find her. He could hear the clamour of pebbles. So slow, so careful. He was on the edge of a wall, an opening giving him vision of her in the centre. He reached down and picked up a pebble, with a swift motion. It sailed out into the arena, rattling along the floor. He stood in the opening, how good was her dark vision? He was ready for her, his saber in hand. He projected his voice to the roof of the building. "So then predator, what happens when the prey stands? What happens when the mighty warrior meets someone stronger, or something stronger?" he ignited his blade. They were colleagues, not enemies, and now they were wasting time. "Violence is never the correct answer, it only displaces violnce and hatred to another. History tells us this, our present tells us this." He entered the Soresu opening once more.

 

[Pippa]

Her eyes still closed she cocked her head to one side "If they are weaker they die. If they are slower they die. If they aren't as clever they die. If not then the same thing happens regardless because eventually everything dies." She turned in the circle to face towards Jakpo at the sound of his lightsaber's ignition. "I've never said that violence is the answer because it isn't. It cannot be the answer for it exists outside of the question. Violence is a constant in the galaxy, as ever present as gravity. It is a deeply embedded aspect of nature and consumption, to live is to destroy other life. But it is our duty as Jedi to face violence and all that it brings with every intention of stopping it, with every intention of reducing it's effects and saving the galaxy from wanton and unnecessary destruction." Still eyes closed she tossed both her lightsabers to the ground on either side of the circle. Standing arms out she continued to speak, "Conflict is unavoidable. Violent conflict cannot always be evaded or dissuaded. There are somethings in this world that refuse to stop while they are alive. This is something that I have seen and have to believe. Violence is never an answer, but sometimes it is the only conclusion. Now how will you resolve this conflict that you began?" Ado stood still and silent in the circle once more, arms outstretched, eyes closed and completely disarmed.

 

[Sangga]

"Now how will you resolve this conflict that you began?" Ado stood still and silent in the circle once more, arms outstretched, eyes closed and completely disarmed. Her voice rolled around the chamber, and he halted. His blade extinguished, thank goodness the conflict halted. He bowed in acknowledgement of the Knight's actions. Then he righted up and cliped his sabre to his belt.

"With the bout over, you see the reasoning behind my actions. Survival. Outlasting. If we Jedi, we few survivors do just that, then the Jedi will be preserved. If we go head long into conflict, bring conflict... then we will be ousted over time. There will be nobody to instruct the Order in the future, then there will be no noble warriors of Utapau, to fight the good fight." He began to pace forward, his age showing a little with a slight roll in his gate, the ache of such heightened action gnawing at his limbs. His hand jutted out in greeting. "I am sorry that it seemed like a threat, or an initiation of conflict... your reputation proceeds you."

 

[Pippa]

Ado grabbed the hand firmly and smiled at the Bothan. Pulling suddenly and sharply she dragged him into a one armed hug, their handshake trapped between them. "A predator is always dangerous" she teased "and the best ones lay traps." Letting Jakpo free of the surprise embrace she stretched back and flexed her limbs once more. The vigorous activity seemingly having left her neither out of breath nor particularly sore. "I don't disagree that we need to survive going forward, my whole goal at this time and at this temple is to train the new initiates so that they have the skills they need to not add more senseless young deaths to the never ending pile of soldiers lost to wars against the Sith empire." She sighed a little, "Don't worry about it, I like a good challenge and here you were sword drawn and raring to go, I'm just not a fan of being blue-balled like that, I like to see at least one good exchange of parries. Oh well, I'm sorry on my part for my reputation. I did technically earn it but some of it is based on things that no one else is alive to have seen, I have deeds from over a century ago that bitter fools talk about in hushed tones as if to imply I am unworthy of the Jedi name. I know it's why they try to keep me to the sidelines, they want my skills but don't want my personalty to 'infect' the younglings." There was a genuine pain attached to the end of her words, a betrayed sting to them. "Anyway, it'll be getting late soon, what say we hike back to the temple, I'll treat you to dinner at the canteen if you like?"

 

[Sangga]

Jakpo's eyes went wide as he was pulled into such an emotional display. She was solid, it was akin to being embraced by a wall. As he was released, and he was very aware that he had been released, he shook out his sleeves and listened, and took in the sadness of Ado. Then watched as this spectrum of emotions washed away, no wonder some of the more rigid member's of the Order had viewed her with some contempt. Jakpo clapped at her offer for food, his solemnity cascaded out of him, his age seemed to meld into an eagerness at the offer of some food. He'd been fasting for almost a day, so some food would be welcome. "Excellent, most excellent. That being said, a hike would seem redundant..." he walked deep into the cave like hall, further and further still in the relative dark. The light from the entrance had abandoned them. His eyes seemed to close as he began to imagine what awaited them. Guiding himself with more than just a touch of the wall on occasion. "... ha-ha, eggs and succulent meats... fresh brewed tea and some soft thick wheat husks... maybe something sweet after... maybe something more richer and indulgent... oh yes, something like that." His mind was certainly drifting into the future, his stomach grumbled at the imagery he was bringing to the forefront of his mind. His mutterings echoed of the wall, his hands then found their place natural place in the small of his back and he continued to mutter to himself. Finally centre, and outwardly a lot calmer. His walking pace became a little more uniform and it increased to a near march.


"Long, so very long, your journey has taken you so far..." he kept trudging, taken a turn here or there. ”... and to find me at this point in your journey. What think you of that?" He halted with no intent as if he had always meant to stop there. He was muttering something about the route, the journey. Many ‘turns’ were mentioned, and many ‘conjoining paths’. "To have found someone so different to you; yet someone as devoted to their discipline as you." With that he moved on down one spar, and after a while the darkness began to pale, as a crack became a great rent in the rock of the mesa. The tunnel opening pooled out and Jakpo's eyes, still closed until now slowly opened, his eyes aching at the brightness, his pupils shrinking swiftly. As the image blended from blinding light to scorching desert with many a blinks worth of reprieve, he saw the speeder. "No sense in waiting for the meal, well waiting any longer than we have to."

 

[Pippa]

Ado cheerfully followed on after the stooped Bothan. "Yes, meats are always my go-to, not that I have much choice in the matter. I find it strange how few sentient species seem to be carnivorous, especially amongst the Jedi. Vegetarianism seems to be the popular choice among Jedi who can survive that way. I can understand why. Though you strike me as a cured meat sort of fellow. I can just see the amount of patience required to develop the subtle often smokey flavours appealing to you." Ado continued to keep after him as he sped into a march. She kept pace by slightly elongating her strides. She was a little surprised by his first question. "Uh, well honestly i hadn't thought about it. I've met a great number of people in my lifetime each one distinct and vibrant in their own ways." She almost walked into the back of him as he stopped suddenly, lost in the trail of her own memories as she was. "Oop!" She managed to catch herself before she ploughed through him. "Well the differences are what make us people. If we were all the same there'd be no point in anything. That said I do always enjoy meeting with other devoted people, I feel like that kind of passion is necessary to finding completion within one's self and within the context of one's life. Without it you are just surviving, but the goal is to live." She fell into step behind the Bothan as he set off once more. Her elegant fluid paces allowing her to keep behind him with very little effort or sound. As they stepped out into the light Ado spotted the speeder and grinned with delight. She hopped past gracefully a spring of joy in her step. She span around at Jakpo's words, a fiendish smile dancing on her face. "Well, just how little time would you like to wait?" she asked, hand outstretched towards him for the ignition rod.