Need of Supplies [Jedi]

[Dnarion]

It was mid afternoon on Tython at the Jedi Temple that Dnarion Sy'ektur now called home. He had decided to go for a walk outside to explore the temple's surroundings after spending the majority of the day with Master Raleigh's lightsaber class and learning Shii-Cho. The sky was grey out, but that did not bother the young Hapan at all. He rather preferred clouds to sunshine and bright light. The normal comings and goings of his fellow padawans continued as he wandered outside. His training saber was still clipped to his belt at the left hip. The traditional Jedi robe he had discarded for the moment in favor of wearing the simple cream colored exercise tunic and tan pants. His scarlet hair made him stand out among other Human-like people at the temple. This was a trait of his Hapan heritage...as were the deep emerald eyes he now used to gaze at the horizon towards the mountains in the distance.

A notice had come to his terminal that morning indicating that any young new padawans could help the Order out by seeking supplies outside the temple. These supplies could be medical, food, or other resources the Order could put to use on Tython. Thus, with that purpose in mind, Dnarion now began to walk down the steps of the temple and across the bridge towards the forest. He had his datapad with him on what resources the Jedi needed. As he walked past the speeder station, Dnarion briefly wondered if any other padawans were looking in to this need. If so, he hoped he could help them out.

 

[DhehKappa]

The message on his terminal that morning had been an excellent omen, to follow up the restlessness that haunted him each and every morning. Instead of his regular training sessions, aiding Padawans sounded interesting. Then he remembered HE was a Padawan. There was no shame in that; work was work, and he had spent a great deal of his life working for the Order. And it paid off; for when he read the message, distant bells began ringing about survival, geography and shamanic medicine began to pop into his mind. However, the subject was shady within the Ithorian's mind. Blessed be his presence in Tythos, the only library greater than the one where he worked at in Coruscant. A morning spent among datapads and holocrons and maps and screens had been entretaining; he missed being burried in library duty.

The first thing he'd need to do was assemble a few things; water for the first few hours, an energy bar just in case, his datapad with all info he found to be necessary or that had too much detail to be left asside, just in case. Slugishly, the Ithorian made his way toward the speeder station. He'd need a speeder if he was to get at least one hour away from the temple in a ten minute track instead of taking two hours on foot. One of the few disadvantages of his genetic make up. But he bet his four throats would still prove useful if there were any predators.

Something in the speeder station was off. Not in a bad way, though. Looking around, he found a red-haired Jedi looking at the speeders as he walked. Something told the Ithorian to speak to this one. He waved at him as he went, signaling him to halt. When he spoke, the air travelled through his four throats, allowing him to speak in his mother stereophonic tongue. He hoped the Jedi understood Ithor; most species knew most of these languages, but if he didn't, this might be embarrassing, as he wasn't the most apt Basic speaker. "Good day to you, fellow Jedi. This one's name is Doorna Keye. Busy day ahead?" The slow paced wording in the Ithorian alien language was spoken as he walked, a pace as fast as his words, but by the time he was done, he had reached the Jedi. Hopefully, Mother didn't trick him.

 

[Dnarion]

It was not easy to understand the Ithorian padawan, but Dnarion managed to without too much difficulty. He had never seen an Ithorian before on Hapes, but of course he had known what they looked like. Dnarion bowed respectfully to his fellow padawan with a slight smile.

"I am called Dnarion Sy'ektur, and as far as being busy...I have heard that the Temple is in need of supplies. I was planning on going in to the surrounding forest to search for just such supplies as our comrades have need of," he introduced and explained smoothly. He had no wish to insult the Ithorian by speaking too slowly as if the alien couldn't understand him, but he did do his best to make sure the Force carried his words correctly to the person before him. He had heard the Force could help in such times of difficult communication, but he had never practiced such. The Force connected every living thing together, and with this thought in mind he spoke with purpose. "Perhaps you would like to come with me...together we could both be of service to our companions in the Temple."

 

[Ben]

Orlaan Ghess' long strides carried him quickly towards the speeder bay outside the Jedi Temple on Tython; it had been the first stop on his galaxy wide sojourn, and now it felt right that it was his last stop on his way back to Coruscant and his life. He had originally come back to Tyhon to visit some old friends, but when he had heard the temple was in need of some locally found supplies, he had offered his aid immediately, eager to please the Masters and Knights that had once been so kind and welcoming.

The morning breeze blew through his copper hair as he approached his contemporaries already occupying the speeder bay, guessing they were gathered out by the interplanetary transports at this time in the morning for the same reason he was. Ghess bowed before introducing himself: "Jedi Padawan Orlaan Ghess, I just arrived for a brief visitation on Tython and I heard some fellow apprentices where helping to gather resources and thought I might lend my aid if it is welcome?"

 

[Dnarion]

Dnarion bowed politely to the newest Jedi to arrive at the speeders. There would now be three of them on this little expedition of great importance. Three was better than two, and it would also allow Dnarion to yet know more of his fellow companions among the Order.

"Dnarion Sy'ektur," the young Hapan introduced for the second time in as many minutes. "I have not the training for using a speeder - though I am sure it is not much different than flying a starfighter in some respects. Thus, I suggest it be one of you two. The Temple seems to be in need of several different types of supplies...from medical to food provisions. The forest will provide much of what we need, but this will be my first time away from the Temple since walking here after my arrival from Hapes," Dnarion added as he took in both of his companions with his emerald eyes.

He wondered about his two newly met companions from the Order. Ithorians were peaceful by their very nature, but a Jedi's life was not always one of peace...especially in the recent days it seemed. Would this padawan become a Counselor among the Order...perhaps even a Healer? No, that didn't quite feel right...study...there was a sense of study about Doorna...yes, perhaps a future Archivist. The other Jedi was Human enough and slightly older than Dnarion was. This Jedi had a sense of trouble about him - though there was no outward appearance of this trouble unless it was the small scar. Something had shaken this companion of his, but Dnarion was not nearly attuned enough with the Force to understand what that could possibly be.

It wasn't like he didn't have his own problems that he was dealing with. The death of his family...especially a young lady he loved... still clung to him somewhere inside him. Every day he had to meditate and focus on his future in order to get through the pain of the past. It was becoming easier...slowly, but ever so slowly.

 

[Ben]

Orlaan nodded to the welcoming greeting from what he guessed was the youngest Padawan of the group; his luscious red hair and eyes that matched matched Ghess' own marked him out as Hapan. Orlaan wondered off topic if he had some Hapan himself somewhere down the line; giving his reddish hair and bright green eyes. He felt the Padawan greeting him in another sense also, searching Orlaan in the Force; Orlaan opened himself up to the Jedi's inspections, having nothing to hide. Ghess felt a similar sense of trouble in his companion, although the sense of bereavement was far more profound. He only got the feeling that the Ithorian wasn't entirely committed to being there, not the mission, but something wider.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Dnarion. Don't worry I have flown similar speeders before I should manage it." Orlaan gave a knowing smile as they connected in the Force; albeit a bitter sweet one. "I also have a lot of experience with... venturing outside temple limits. I have seen worse wildernesses than this, we should be fine unless we run into an unusual amount of Fleshraiders." He flashed a dazzling smile and was his own roguish self for a moment.

Orlaan brushed off the brief disturbance in his balance that arose at the Hapan Padawan contacting his emotions concerning his troubled past.

There is no emotion; there is peace.

 

[Dnarion]

The young Hapan padawan smiled slightly and nodded towards the pilot seat of a nearby speeder. The vehicle was a newer version of the XP-38 landspeeder with enough room for all three of the padawans, and even a storage compartment large for supplies. Dnarion climbed in the front passenger seat after signing for the vehicle from a nearby droid. Between the three of them; it would be easier to gather the necessary supplies for the Temple.

"Your greater experience will be helpful to us all. Though, perhaps you should explain as we travel what these Fleshraiders are?" Dnarion spoke up as he buckled himself in.

 

[Ben]

Orlaan vaulted over and into the speeder in front of the Ithorian next to the young Hapan Padawan, I hope they don't expect me to take the lead. He ran the initial pre-flight checks in an absent-minded fashion before hitting the activation switch and buckling in as the speeder rose up on its adaptive repuslorlifts to the standard height for non-urbanized travel, one meter high. Orlaan took the controls and pulled them smoothly out of the bay, over the nearby brook and into the wilderness beyond.

"I assume you have heard a little about the primitive indigenous population of violent sentients. The Fleshraiders are tall, strong and occasionally Force attuned, despite them having no real training regime." Orlaan mulled over the best information he could provide with his limited knowledge of the beings. "They use blasters and primitive bladed weaponry along with stolen training sabers. They have limited tactical ability, usually travelling in groups of no more than five. Nothing we shouldn't be able to handle, or preferably avoid; unless we run into a camp of course!" He chuckled. I'd rather not kill the beasts, but if it comes down the risking the lives of my comrades here I will do what I must.

Orlaan piloted the speeder through grass plains and forests and passed the old Jedi ruins that had originally drawn him to Tython a few years ago, trying to recall where he would find a balance between a good amount of resources and relatively low risk of encountering Fleshraiders.

 

[Dnarion]

"These Flesh Raiders sound like they shouldn't be too much of a threat, but let us hope we don't have to kill any at all. After all, we must learn to respect all forms of life...no matter what form they come in. Or, so I am learning," Dnarion stated as the speeder zoomed off down the path in to the forest. He thought for a moment of the supplies the Temple was in need of, and further thought of the trouble he kept sensing in the Force heading for the Temple. The Sith were coming...soon. Oh, it would not be today...or even in the next couple of months, but it would happen. Of this, there could be no doubt for the young Hapan. He knew enough of such visions that they were often fluent with the way the future could change based on what took place in the past and present. Thus, it was not a guarantee, but it was a high probability.

"The Temple is in need of medical and food supplies. We may be able to find some of the herbs the Temple could use for healing and making medicines," Dnarion began as he studied the datapad he carried. "There have been some of these herbs located about five kilometers from here due northeast. The area is also good for picking some of the various wild fruits that are edible."

Dnarion looked over to see how his companion was piloting the speeder...just in case it became necessary to pilot it himself.

 

[Ben]

"No, you are right, I should be able to handle them; are you sure you are up to protecting yourself? How sufficient is your combat training, or rather, more importantly, your experience?" Orlaan did not want to offend the Padawan or demean his ability, but he really did not want to have to take responsibility for the younger Jedi or their Ithorian friend.

"Also, I think I know the place you are talking about. I should be able to get there..." Orlaan checked the OS map in the speeders mini terminal before proceeding "in about five minutes." Orlaan pushed up the acceleration, speeding up to meet his estimated time. He had his lightsaber equipped if anything were to happen, and he always had the Force... maybe not to the degree he once had, but he was still more than proficient. Besides, he thought hopefully the area isn't exactly known for Fleshraider activity.