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revivalproject2021-03-24 01:42 pm
cannot_flinch) wrote in revivalproject2021-03-24 01:42 pm
One More Stranger
WHO: Ikora Rey & Others
WHERE: Around Coruscant
WHAT: A little temple and a little fighting
WHEN: The Coruscant trip.
WARNINGS: Some violence
I. The Jedi Temple
When she asked the locals where to go for help almost every single person directed her to a place called the Jedi Temple. "It's a beautiful building," she said as she ascended the steps with Ophiuchus floating at her shoulder.
"And heavily guarded," he pointed out with a nod in the direction of the guards at the entrance.
"If it's as important as the people here say it is it makes sense for it to be guarded." Ikora continued up the steps with her hands folded behind her back. "Perhaps you should stay more hidden for the time being."
"... as you wish." With a little hiss of Light Ophiuchus vanished though Ikora could tell he wasn't happy with the suggestion. She would rather her ghost was out of sight if these temple guards didn't turn out to be as friendly as everyone suggested.
When she reached the top the guards asked her what her business was with the Temple. Ikora explained she had recently arrived on the planet and was seeking knowledge of where she was and in what system. The guards exchanged looks and then seemed to have a conversation without speaking. One stepped away with a nod and Ikora watched him pull a communication device from his robes and speak into it.
She waited patiently for them to decide what to do with the stranger at their door Ikora looked out over the endless city. Golden Age Earth might have resembled this place at one point, she imagined. Flying cars, spaceships, and technology as far as the eye could see.
It was beautiful in a way but Ikora couldn't help but wonder what sort of secrets this place hid.
"Come with us," The guard said.
"Of course." She only raised an eyebrow as the two guards flanked her and led her inside the temple.
"Wait here." They left her in some sort of waiting room.
Apparently, her presence had caused some sort of stir. Ikora wondered just what sort of stir that was.
II. Pit Fights
After arriving in the strange seemingly endless city, Ikora found herself exploring the deeper, more dangerous parts. She was drawn to the secrets hidden in the shadows and unlike some other Warlocks she was not afraid to take physical risks as well as mental ones. Ophiuchus was against the plan, of course. He felt they could stay on the surface and find a way to contact home. They could feel the Traveler out there somewhere even though it felt very far away. There had to be a way to get a signal into deep space.
Instead, Ikora found herself in the middle of a pit with shouting voices in seemingly hundreds of different languages. Some cheering for her. Some against her. She tuned them out and focused on her opponent who looked like a large green pig humanoid.
There were no firearms allowed in the ring which suited Ikora fine since she hadn't arrived on this alien planet with any. She held a mid-sized staff with a hook on the end tipped with a sharp pike. Her opponent had a large bladed weapon and his form was awful. So open. So easy to read. He would have never lasted long in the Crucible.
He charged, clearly relying on his size and muscle mass to overpower her. Ikora sidestepped, hooked the staff around the alien's leg and pulled. He landed on his face as Ikora stepped back. When the alien got up a charged her again she threw her hand forward and a blast of Void sent him reeling back. Ikora followed up with a swift drive of the staff into the alien's gut and then a blow to the side of the head.
She put the spiked point of the staff to the alien's throat. "I recommend you don't get up."
III. Wildcard
Want something else? Go for it.
WHERE: Around Coruscant
WHAT: A little temple and a little fighting
WHEN: The Coruscant trip.
WARNINGS: Some violence
I. The Jedi Temple
When she asked the locals where to go for help almost every single person directed her to a place called the Jedi Temple. "It's a beautiful building," she said as she ascended the steps with Ophiuchus floating at her shoulder.
"And heavily guarded," he pointed out with a nod in the direction of the guards at the entrance.
"If it's as important as the people here say it is it makes sense for it to be guarded." Ikora continued up the steps with her hands folded behind her back. "Perhaps you should stay more hidden for the time being."
"... as you wish." With a little hiss of Light Ophiuchus vanished though Ikora could tell he wasn't happy with the suggestion. She would rather her ghost was out of sight if these temple guards didn't turn out to be as friendly as everyone suggested.
When she reached the top the guards asked her what her business was with the Temple. Ikora explained she had recently arrived on the planet and was seeking knowledge of where she was and in what system. The guards exchanged looks and then seemed to have a conversation without speaking. One stepped away with a nod and Ikora watched him pull a communication device from his robes and speak into it.
She waited patiently for them to decide what to do with the stranger at their door Ikora looked out over the endless city. Golden Age Earth might have resembled this place at one point, she imagined. Flying cars, spaceships, and technology as far as the eye could see.
It was beautiful in a way but Ikora couldn't help but wonder what sort of secrets this place hid.
"Come with us," The guard said.
"Of course." She only raised an eyebrow as the two guards flanked her and led her inside the temple.
"Wait here." They left her in some sort of waiting room.
Apparently, her presence had caused some sort of stir. Ikora wondered just what sort of stir that was.
II. Pit Fights
After arriving in the strange seemingly endless city, Ikora found herself exploring the deeper, more dangerous parts. She was drawn to the secrets hidden in the shadows and unlike some other Warlocks she was not afraid to take physical risks as well as mental ones. Ophiuchus was against the plan, of course. He felt they could stay on the surface and find a way to contact home. They could feel the Traveler out there somewhere even though it felt very far away. There had to be a way to get a signal into deep space.
Instead, Ikora found herself in the middle of a pit with shouting voices in seemingly hundreds of different languages. Some cheering for her. Some against her. She tuned them out and focused on her opponent who looked like a large green pig humanoid.
There were no firearms allowed in the ring which suited Ikora fine since she hadn't arrived on this alien planet with any. She held a mid-sized staff with a hook on the end tipped with a sharp pike. Her opponent had a large bladed weapon and his form was awful. So open. So easy to read. He would have never lasted long in the Crucible.
He charged, clearly relying on his size and muscle mass to overpower her. Ikora sidestepped, hooked the staff around the alien's leg and pulled. He landed on his face as Ikora stepped back. When the alien got up a charged her again she threw her hand forward and a blast of Void sent him reeling back. Ikora followed up with a swift drive of the staff into the alien's gut and then a blow to the side of the head.
She put the spiked point of the staff to the alien's throat. "I recommend you don't get up."
III. Wildcard
Want something else? Go for it.
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A rather frustrating and annoying situation to find herself in. She was a talented fighter without weapons but if he wanted to face off she would need a weapon to use.
And she doubted they would let her use a spare.
"I will just have to observe."
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As they made their way to the different sparring rooms, someone caught his eye and he beckoned to them. “Padawan, with me.” The young Rodian stared at him with his glittering eyes before scrambling to join them. “Yes, master.”
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Ikora had high standards. She was considered one of the best to ever fight in the Crucible. Not with a sword but she knew how to handle herself in combat. Obi-Wan seemed confident enough in himself which was a good sign.
While he addressed the young Jedi Ikora tilted her head towards Ophiuchus who darted off to scan things after a little hesitation. She could feel his judgement wanting to have him scout while the Jedi were slightly distracted.
She didn't expect him to go far. She didn't want him to go far but just to get a sense of the training room and the technology here.
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“There’s an observation deck if you would like to have a better view,” Obi-Wan pointed out to Ikora as they paused at the training room’s door. “And this is Padawan Chonda Lar, he will be my opponent today.” The reptilian Padawan dipping his head respectfully to Ikora even as his antennae twitched in anticipation.
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"Hello, Padawan Chonda Lar." Ikora returned the little incline of her head. She looked towards the observation deck and after a second of consideration she shook her head. "I would rather observe from up close, if you don't mind."
Ikora was not worried that she would get caught up in their practice fight. They would be careful and she could move and avoid things if the young padawan lost control of himself. A Blink would be exhausting but she could avoid a lot of danger that way.
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“That will be fine. Come then.” Turning, he walks through the doors of the training room with the Padawan following after him. Obi-Wan putting his cloak aside and unhooking his lightsaber. Chonda Far did the same, with both of them taking positions at opposite sides of the floor. After a courteous bow to each other, both Jedi took they’re opening stances before beginning. Two blue blades whirling through the air as both of them moved in a virtual dance. Their moves fluid, elegant, and precise as their lightsabers clashed against each other.
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Ikora watched with her hands folded behind her back as she paced slightly to stay level with the two of them. She could see the potential in these lightsabers as a Guardian weapon.
It was sacred though and she would respect that.
Her ghost, meanwhile was wandering wherever he felt might have good information. He didn't expect to get hurt in the Temple. People here were nice. He just had to be a little sneaky. Luckily, his black shell let him hide in shadows when he did spot someone.