13. The Unforgiven III (open)
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Jacob
Old 05-03-2015, 11:12 AM
Tattooine
A place that Jacob knew very well. Like the back of his hand in fact. It was here that Jacob had traveled to. His former home. Well, it still was a home to the Templar. Maybe not permanently, but, it was where he grew up. The ol' family home still resided here. True, it was mostly empty save for his parents spirits every so often. Sometimes they would be here trying to get their son to come back to the Jedi. The prophecy had been fulfilled. It was him who'd turned away from the Light. That was what Jacob had done.
Now sitting inside his family home his voice had rang out....
Forgive me.....
Then he said something else, ...Forgive me not...
Sitting inside the living room, he was in meditation. Although his voice from within his thoughts had rang out, it was through the Force more or less. Not caring who or what heard it. There was that notion of what he was that he told his students of why he was The Unforgiven. The notion that he was wanted by the Jedi to be locked up, and, killed by the Sith for betraying them. Though he told his students that, he wondered if he was truely Unforgiven by both. Seemed plausible enough. His son hated him...his daughter had left Yavin VIII to lord knows where.
Jacob just needed a quiet place to meditate...
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Syravari Van-Derveld
Old 05-06-2015, 08:26 AM
Sparks flew throughout the freighter, lights flickered as the pilot and copilot did their best to keep the ship from crashing. Firing from the turret, Syravari fingers nearly went numb as he tried to keep these pirates off them, the enemy pilot's maneuvering irritating as he dipped below the plane of the ship's back end. Glancing down as the power to his weapon flickered offline once again, "You going to shoot this guy or what," he yelled at the other gunner.
"Get off his back," the pilot's voice bellowed in his ear, then continued trying to work with his copilot to reroute power. A series of obscenities then filled the vessel's interior which prompted the Lupine smuggler to glanced back out of the viewscreen in the turret and notice another missile hitting the engines, the blast of bent metal and sparks filling his view. That was it, he knew. Yanking the headset off, he scrambled down the ladder to the main deck, leaving these aliens to their fate. Rounding the gently angling hallway, he punched the button to the access hatch and then slid into the escape pod, then reached for the ignition switch as he got settled.
The burst of movement pulled him back into his seat as the inertial compensators tried to equate for the sudden loss of pressure. Buckling himself in, the older pilot and rogue glanced beyond the control panel to see the dust ball he was now headed toward thankful that they had made it this far at least before the ship was destroyed by a rival. Had he known how this trip would go, the gambler would have placed his money elsewhere. But, that was the chance you took, he mused.
Like a meteor, the pod kept the engine side behind to protect the vehicle against entry into the atmosphere, the plating now glowing as the shields enshrouded it, forming a protective layer against the building heat. Slowing, the escape pod banked as the repulsor engines ignited, slowing the descent until soon coming to a rest in the middle of an expansive desert. Blowing a sigh of relief, Syravari unbuckled himself and pushed through the narrow tube to the escape hatch and pushed the button to open it. Dry hot air bellowed in as he pulled himself out, then booted feet rested on the sand. Scanning the area, spine-like vaporators dotted the landscape and gave him hope that at least someone lived nearby.
Tapping a latch on the interior of the pod, he claimed the survival pack and shouldered it, then turned and began walking toward a nearby farm, it's round-topped building denoting the entryway to the underground home.
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Jacob
Old 05-07-2015, 07:17 AM
It twas at that moment Jacob tried to find the calm...his center. A swirl of emotion running through him it was overwhelming. Almost to the brink of total consumption by them. No! He couldn't run down that road again! Not the way of the Sith! Trying to find the calm in this 'hurricane' he was in.
The eye of the storm! He said to himself.
Trying to keep calm, the Templar kept his eyes closed. He let his Senses reach out beyond the room...to the outside of the house. There he meditated quietly keeping his eyes closed as the room around him faded away. He had reached complete meditation...utter zen as it were. He was one with the Force...standing in the eye of the storm he wished himself to remain in. He'd found peace...yet...chaos.
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One hour later
There was something odd. Within the Force he was reaching out towards the surrounding area. Not moving one muscle the Templar quietly meditated his senses stretching as far as he wished. It was centered around his home, and the immediate alert by the Force as he felt something crash. Felt some sense of life die above him. Where exactly he couldn't sense. He wouldn't stretch his usage of the Force that far. In case there were other Force users about who he'd not wanna meet. But there was something happening alright.
What is going on? He thought to himself opening his eyes.
Eyes darting around the room he found nothing of importance yet. But, something had occurred and he couldn't pinpoint where. Maybe it was nothing. Then again it might. He didn't know what to think of it yet, so he just sat there for a while. Breathing deeply the Templar then reached out with the Force pulling his aura into himself. Masking his Force aura just in case. He couldn't be lax in his use of Force Masking. The reason most didn't know about the Dark Jedi is because they could hide in plain sight.
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Syravari
Old 05-07-2015, 08:38 AM
Walking toward the quiet entryway, steel-blue eyes noted the raised earthen embankment encircling a wide open area. Diverting toward it's edge, he peered down into the sunken home whose courtyard sported another water vaporator in it's center. Whitewashed entryways to various rooms and doors lined the inner walls with stairs rising to some higher up. He guessed it fell twenty-five to thirty feet at least.
"Hello," he called out, his voice now echoing below. Just then, the meteor-like trails caught his attention in the distance, the remains of the freighter that he was on now cutting a burning path to the surface. He seriously doubted that the remaining ventral gunner killed the pirates that were on their tail.
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Jacob
Old 05-07-2015, 03:30 PM
A voice! He then heard a voice ring out as his home was now invaded. More then likely it was someone who was traveling along or maybe one of the neighbors. Who knows? Standing to his feet, Jacob then walked outside his former room although it was still the same as it was a year ago. The same before that. He'd never really done much with the place since he'd left. Kept it the way his parents had before their untimely death. At the hands of the Sith no less.
Jacob walked into the entryway, as he then saw someone standing there. Reaching out with the Force, Jacob felt no Force presence from this man. Though he wasn't sure what to expect and had his blade concealed under his cloak. Even though it was a hot desert here, the home was rather comfortable. That was why he wore his cloak. It was light and it's color was white. Which reflected the heat. Thankfully it did or else he'd die of heat exhaustion.
"Hello." Jacob simply said, "What are you doing in my house?"
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Syravari
Old 05-08-2015, 05:20 AM
Glancing around him at the expansive, sandy plateau and then back down into the courtyard as his eyes met the man who apparently lived here. "Didn't think all this up here was considered within your home, but okay. Name's Sy and the ship I was on just crashed. Got hit by pirates that weren't interested in taking the ship. Not mine by the way," his right hand raised defensively. He may never get that whole story, he mused. Not that it mattered now.
"Guess I was hoping to either get directions and borrow a bike to the nearest settlement, or a ride if you're heading that way."
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Jacob
Old 05-08-2015, 10:01 AM
Jacob looked at Sy with orange colored eyes closely. When the man mentioned his situation and then wondered if all of this was his he then nodded. It was, and the few acres stretching beyond just the house was his as well. The ol' family farm. So as the pirate held his hand up defensively he then relaxed. If only a little. Jacob was most of the time kind to strangers. This one was rather odd. Then again all the people in Mos Eisley were rather odd.
"The few acres that stretch beyond this home are mine as well." Jacob said pulling off the cloak, throwing it over a railing.
As Sy mentioned his ship crashing he then raised his eyebrow, "That explains the loud noise I heard a while ago. Must have been you. Escape pod?"
Jacob did have a bike. Two actually. They were still in good shape, but, just hadn't been run for a long long while. Probably more then likely his fault. Unless Junior had been here in the last year or two. Then he'd have used one for himself. He then motioned for Sy to follow him to the small garage where the bikes were held.
Stepping inside he then raised the door to the opening as the small door to get inside wouldn't fit two bikes, let alone one. Smiling he then pulled the cloth cover off of them. Luckily there wasn't any dust on them. Thanks to the cover he had on them both.
"Well, you can use one of these. Might need to start 'em up and let it run for a while. I've not used them in quite some time." Jacob said honestly.
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Syravari
Old 05-08-2015, 10:08 AM
Understanding the clarification, Syravari knew that someone living on a farm didn't necessarily mean that it was his, especially on Tatooine. Motioning toward the northeast, "Yeah, landed a few hundred yards from here. Lucky that the pirates didn't decide to shoot me down on the way." That would've been unfortunate, he still had a lot to accomplish before calling it quits.
Following the farmer, he moved to the above ground entryway and through the door, then descended the stair until soon finding the garage. A bit cooler down here, he began to see the benefit of living underground on this hot world. Setting the survival pack atop a droid wash basin, he took in the other equipment and noticed a lot of dust. "You just return to your home," he queried, deeper voice filling the room. "Looks like this place has been empty for a while. Or at least the garage anyway."
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Jacob
Old 05-09-2015, 10:34 PM
Jacob nodded as Syravari spoke of landing quite a bit of distance away, "Lucky they didn't. Glad your alright though. It's never good to be shot at. Trust me."
He'd been shot at...had Force powers used on him. Hell, he'd even died once. Although his memory of dying had been faint. Everything before and after that he remembered. He's had lightsabers drawn on him, knives almost stab him. Swords raised up at him. You name it. Being a Force user there were all kinds of situations he'd been in. If he could say it freely, he'd tell Syravari that he's lucky he wasn't able to use the Force.
When the man mentioned him returning home, he shook his head, "Nope, just on business for a month or so at a time. Usually I have a maid come in every week to clean up. Usually just the house though, the garage I let go. Half the time don't even come in here. My son comes here time to time. But his bike is already gone."
Which was a total lie. His son had been here once. He knew because the crystal he left for him was gone. It was one Jacob had purchased from one of the Jawas here. Which he had the young Jawa look out for his son while he was here. And thankfully his son didn't know the exact truth either. Which his friend, N'yssa told him that she knew he wasn't a Jedi anymore. It was sad, yes, but, he knew it would come crashing down at some point.
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Syravari
Old 05-10-2015, 05:56 AM
Steel-blue eyes took in the garage and everything became a bit clearer now knowing that the owner wasn't around much. Though being more streetwise that would be one of the same excuses that he would use if some stranger came around and he had just "appropriated" a new residence. But, he would give the man the benefit of the doubt.
"I got a ride from a group of troublemakers who had owed a debt they apparently couldn't repay in a timely manner, but none of that came out until we were getting shot at," he admitted, though in hindsight he should've found a way to leave them a lot sooner. "What do you do, if you don't mind me asking?"
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Jacob
Old 05-10-2015, 03:47 PM
When Sy mentioned he hitched a ride from a group of troublemakers he then nodded. Well, drastic times call for drastic measures sometimes. He could understand that. At times he did drastic things in certain situations. Then again he'd not had one recently which was good. So, he then turned to Sy when he asked him what he did. He then made a joke with a grin.
"Well, they say it's all fun and games till your getting shot at."
Chuckling at his own joke he then finally said which was a total lie, "I'm an investor. I work for IGBC. I'm one of their investors who travels around. Trying to get new clients for them and all. I think they really hate me since I'm not one of them."
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Syravari
Old 05-10-2015, 07:25 PM
Grinning, Syravari leaned on the long diagnostic station and crossed his arms. "Depends on how much you enjoy pain, I guess. Personally, I've seen enough trouble that I usually try and avoid it, but when others get you into it that usually sucks all the fun out of it." When Jacob talked about what he did for a living, steel-blue eyes narrowed a bit, knowing that some salesmen dealing with money typically had a different demeanor and few would bother living in a hole like this out in the middle of nowhere.
"Did you inherit this place then?"
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Jacob
Old 06-02-2015, 04:17 PM
Jacob chuckled, "Does anyone REALLY like pain?"
Although the comment about people sucking the fun outta things made him chuckle more. He looked down at one of the bikes and noticed there was a scratch on it. Probably Junior more then likely. Sometimes he could be a daredevil at times. Thinking that he was showing off to someone maybe. Well, like father like son. Jacob had his fair share of showing off. Especially to his ex-wife when they first met.
When asked if he inherited the place, Jacob nodded trying to rub out the scratch, "Yep. I used to live here. Grew up here too. Good thing I got outta this desert when I did. Or else I'd probably be in an insane asylum. Gets a little dry around here."
He made a pun and laughed at it. Well, he thought it was funny.
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Syravari
Old 06-02-2015, 05:00 PM
Chuckling lightly, Syravari knew this man had a lot to hide, but didn't they all? The smuggler had made a life out of lies and deceit which had kept him alive in most cases. At least he was still breathing. "How far is the nearest town from here? Didn't see much on the way down. Tatooine isn't known for a lot of touristy locales either, so." Flashing a wry grin himself, the comment that his host made proved that he had a sense of humor which was good. Though to live out in this wasteland, one had to.
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Nisa
Old 06-02-2015, 05:18 PM
Niesara was heading back to Jacob's place when she heard the boob of something large entering the atmosphere and glanced up to see a ship, blazing down like a falling star, off on the horizon. Reaching up to pull back her hair and bind it tighter in its tie, she took off at a slightly faster jog towards the house.
Jacob hadn't said much when he asked her to join him. Merely told her to take a couple days and go off to practice, meditate and find a center she could latch on to in a moment's notice. It had been three days and she was heading back towards the coordinates he had given her. He had merely said it was his childhood home, and nothing more. She didn't know who or what to expect as she came to the door.
She reached out with the Force to see if she could sense where he was. He would probably be cloaked, but she had to try. "Only way to learn," she murmured to herself.
She didn't sense him, but she did sense someone else. Biting her lip, she fingered the crystal she had in her pocket that he had given her and felt a sense of warmth cover her that let her know her Force Shield was hiding her from anyone else who would sense her... she hoped.
Unsure what she was coming up on, she made sure her small dagger was handy and ready at her hip, fingers lightly hovering over it as she called coming towards the door. "I'm back...." She didn't call his name, unsure what or who was there. No sense being foolish and announcing who they were.
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Jacob
Old 06-02-2015, 06:36 PM
Jacob chuckled even though inside he was struggling with himself. Struggling with his emotions as of late. His children were growing up and he wasn't there to see it. His son, Jacob Jr was now a Jedi Apprentice, and, nearly following every footstep of his. Even down to the anger problems. Which Jacob had in his youth as well. Renee, his daughter, had gone to lord knows where. So, Jacob had a lot on his mind...and his plate.
"Well, Mos Eisley ain't too far from here. It's towards the Southeast." Jacob said as he felt the presence of someone.
When Niesara walked into the garage he then nodded towards her. Looking up at Syravari he then nodded towards Niesara. He'd have to make up a lie at that moment and since he said he was an investor, Jacob figured she'd play along just because.
"This is my assistant...Niesara." Jacob said with a calm demeanor.
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Syravari
Old 06-03-2015, 12:17 PM
Still needing a ride, the confirmation of a city being to the southeast was at least a direction and as he was about to expound on his thoughts, the presence of a cute female prompted the smuggler to turn. Jacob's introduction gave Syravari the girl's relationship to him, but there was still something that didn't add up. Though it was hard to judge a book by it's cover, neither one of these struck him so far as being masters of capital, though most would probably say the same thing about him.
"Pleasure," he greeted, deep voice unsettling most as he nodded to her. "Syravari Van-Derveld." Steel-blue eyes judged her through his dark shades as she walked into the garage and joined them.
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Nisa
Old 06-05-2015, 01:40 AM
Nisa came into the room and stopped short. She had expected a lot of things, but the one before her wasn't one of them. Smiling brightly she nodded in respect and greeting. "Mr. Van-Derveld? A pleasure." She was raised in a society that made her pretend who she was all the time. She had no idea it would come in handy like her other trainings. Walking into an unknown situation, she merely smiled, put on the societal charm she had grown up with and played along.
She didn't miss a beat as she spoke. She had the feeling her Master hadn't divulged their true reason for being there, so she didn't offer anything more. Instead, she headed for the other room beating a hasty retreat in order to learn more of what was transpiring. "Forgive me, I will be right back. Just need to clean up a bit. Excuse me, gentlemen. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Van-Derveld.." She smiled brightly and moved towards the bathroom.
As she stepped away, she was grateful for the masking pendant Jacob had given her. No one would sense her Jedi trainings and hopefully she could play the assistant well enough to not make this man want to search any deeper than that. She closed the bathroom door, turned the water on and stretched her senses to listen to what was happening in the other room.
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Jacob
Old 07-05-2015, 06:34 PM
OOC: Long overdue post lol
Jacob then quirked his brow, "No need to apologize, Niesara."
When she headed into the bathroom he knew she was listening. Who wouldn't right? So turning back to Syravari he then figured he'd tell him about a lot of the people in Mos Eisley. They weren't usually the friendly types. Unless you personally know them.
"Just watch some of the places here. They'll steal you stuff if you don't watch. Usually you can tell who's what. Most of the smugglers and other sort don't wanna bother nobody. Especially here. Don't know what they'd do otherwise but usually it's the swoop track racers and all those types are the one's who start trouble. Most just wanna get in...get out..and stay alive doing it."
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Nisa
Old 07-11-2015, 05:13 AM
Nodding to the young brunette, Syravari turned his attention back to Jacob who seemed rather eager to change the subject as she walked back out again. Oddly enough he knew that this atmosphere kept everyone that wasn't used to the climate, rather hot all the time. The short walk from his downed escape pod to here had nearly soaked his shirt. Probably bad that he had drank those beers earlier, he mused as his host then expounded on the situation of the world.
"The reputation of this place kindof precedes it. Everyone talks about the crime rate here, so that's why I came packing," he grinned, not motioning to where his shoulder holstered pistols were. "Worlds governed by Hutts usually are that way, from my understanding."
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Nisa
Old 07-16-2015, 05:15 PM
Nisa had spent as much time as was acceptable in the bathroom. Coming out, she took a couple extra moments to go to her room and change into clean slacks and a top with a slightly higher collar. Coming back downstairs she headed for the kitchen, bypassing the men talking, and began to work on slowly putting dinner together.
From her vantage, she would still be able to listen, but wouldn't be hovering. She knew if the man was important, Jacob would tell her something to that affect. Without his say so, this was a passerby and someone she didn't need to concern herself with.
But that didn't mean from her occasional glances into the other room as she moved about the kitchen, that she wasn't studying the man. She wouldn't put it past her Master to quiz her on the man's mannerisms, clothing, weapon placement, and attitude. She didn't catch the shoulder holster, but something told her from the man's comment that he was definitely packing enough to feel he could take care of himself.
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Old 05-03-2015, 11:12 AM
Tattooine
A place that Jacob knew very well. Like the back of his hand in fact. It was here that Jacob had traveled to. His former home. Well, it still was a home to the Templar. Maybe not permanently, but, it was where he grew up. The ol' family home still resided here. True, it was mostly empty save for his parents spirits every so often. Sometimes they would be here trying to get their son to come back to the Jedi. The prophecy had been fulfilled. It was him who'd turned away from the Light. That was what Jacob had done.
Now sitting inside his family home his voice had rang out....
Forgive me.....
Then he said something else, ...Forgive me not...
Sitting inside the living room, he was in meditation. Although his voice from within his thoughts had rang out, it was through the Force more or less. Not caring who or what heard it. There was that notion of what he was that he told his students of why he was The Unforgiven. The notion that he was wanted by the Jedi to be locked up, and, killed by the Sith for betraying them. Though he told his students that, he wondered if he was truely Unforgiven by both. Seemed plausible enough. His son hated him...his daughter had left Yavin VIII to lord knows where.
Jacob just needed a quiet place to meditate...
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Syravari Van-Derveld
Old 05-06-2015, 08:26 AM
Sparks flew throughout the freighter, lights flickered as the pilot and copilot did their best to keep the ship from crashing. Firing from the turret, Syravari fingers nearly went numb as he tried to keep these pirates off them, the enemy pilot's maneuvering irritating as he dipped below the plane of the ship's back end. Glancing down as the power to his weapon flickered offline once again, "You going to shoot this guy or what," he yelled at the other gunner.
"Get off his back," the pilot's voice bellowed in his ear, then continued trying to work with his copilot to reroute power. A series of obscenities then filled the vessel's interior which prompted the Lupine smuggler to glanced back out of the viewscreen in the turret and notice another missile hitting the engines, the blast of bent metal and sparks filling his view. That was it, he knew. Yanking the headset off, he scrambled down the ladder to the main deck, leaving these aliens to their fate. Rounding the gently angling hallway, he punched the button to the access hatch and then slid into the escape pod, then reached for the ignition switch as he got settled.
The burst of movement pulled him back into his seat as the inertial compensators tried to equate for the sudden loss of pressure. Buckling himself in, the older pilot and rogue glanced beyond the control panel to see the dust ball he was now headed toward thankful that they had made it this far at least before the ship was destroyed by a rival. Had he known how this trip would go, the gambler would have placed his money elsewhere. But, that was the chance you took, he mused.
Like a meteor, the pod kept the engine side behind to protect the vehicle against entry into the atmosphere, the plating now glowing as the shields enshrouded it, forming a protective layer against the building heat. Slowing, the escape pod banked as the repulsor engines ignited, slowing the descent until soon coming to a rest in the middle of an expansive desert. Blowing a sigh of relief, Syravari unbuckled himself and pushed through the narrow tube to the escape hatch and pushed the button to open it. Dry hot air bellowed in as he pulled himself out, then booted feet rested on the sand. Scanning the area, spine-like vaporators dotted the landscape and gave him hope that at least someone lived nearby.
Tapping a latch on the interior of the pod, he claimed the survival pack and shouldered it, then turned and began walking toward a nearby farm, it's round-topped building denoting the entryway to the underground home.
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Jacob
Old 05-07-2015, 07:17 AM
It twas at that moment Jacob tried to find the calm...his center. A swirl of emotion running through him it was overwhelming. Almost to the brink of total consumption by them. No! He couldn't run down that road again! Not the way of the Sith! Trying to find the calm in this 'hurricane' he was in.
The eye of the storm! He said to himself.
Trying to keep calm, the Templar kept his eyes closed. He let his Senses reach out beyond the room...to the outside of the house. There he meditated quietly keeping his eyes closed as the room around him faded away. He had reached complete meditation...utter zen as it were. He was one with the Force...standing in the eye of the storm he wished himself to remain in. He'd found peace...yet...chaos.
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One hour later
There was something odd. Within the Force he was reaching out towards the surrounding area. Not moving one muscle the Templar quietly meditated his senses stretching as far as he wished. It was centered around his home, and the immediate alert by the Force as he felt something crash. Felt some sense of life die above him. Where exactly he couldn't sense. He wouldn't stretch his usage of the Force that far. In case there were other Force users about who he'd not wanna meet. But there was something happening alright.
What is going on? He thought to himself opening his eyes.
Eyes darting around the room he found nothing of importance yet. But, something had occurred and he couldn't pinpoint where. Maybe it was nothing. Then again it might. He didn't know what to think of it yet, so he just sat there for a while. Breathing deeply the Templar then reached out with the Force pulling his aura into himself. Masking his Force aura just in case. He couldn't be lax in his use of Force Masking. The reason most didn't know about the Dark Jedi is because they could hide in plain sight.
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Syravari
Old 05-07-2015, 08:38 AM
Walking toward the quiet entryway, steel-blue eyes noted the raised earthen embankment encircling a wide open area. Diverting toward it's edge, he peered down into the sunken home whose courtyard sported another water vaporator in it's center. Whitewashed entryways to various rooms and doors lined the inner walls with stairs rising to some higher up. He guessed it fell twenty-five to thirty feet at least.
"Hello," he called out, his voice now echoing below. Just then, the meteor-like trails caught his attention in the distance, the remains of the freighter that he was on now cutting a burning path to the surface. He seriously doubted that the remaining ventral gunner killed the pirates that were on their tail.
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Jacob
Old 05-07-2015, 03:30 PM
A voice! He then heard a voice ring out as his home was now invaded. More then likely it was someone who was traveling along or maybe one of the neighbors. Who knows? Standing to his feet, Jacob then walked outside his former room although it was still the same as it was a year ago. The same before that. He'd never really done much with the place since he'd left. Kept it the way his parents had before their untimely death. At the hands of the Sith no less.
Jacob walked into the entryway, as he then saw someone standing there. Reaching out with the Force, Jacob felt no Force presence from this man. Though he wasn't sure what to expect and had his blade concealed under his cloak. Even though it was a hot desert here, the home was rather comfortable. That was why he wore his cloak. It was light and it's color was white. Which reflected the heat. Thankfully it did or else he'd die of heat exhaustion.
"Hello." Jacob simply said, "What are you doing in my house?"
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Syravari
Old 05-08-2015, 05:20 AM
Glancing around him at the expansive, sandy plateau and then back down into the courtyard as his eyes met the man who apparently lived here. "Didn't think all this up here was considered within your home, but okay. Name's Sy and the ship I was on just crashed. Got hit by pirates that weren't interested in taking the ship. Not mine by the way," his right hand raised defensively. He may never get that whole story, he mused. Not that it mattered now.
"Guess I was hoping to either get directions and borrow a bike to the nearest settlement, or a ride if you're heading that way."
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Jacob
Old 05-08-2015, 10:01 AM
Jacob looked at Sy with orange colored eyes closely. When the man mentioned his situation and then wondered if all of this was his he then nodded. It was, and the few acres stretching beyond just the house was his as well. The ol' family farm. So as the pirate held his hand up defensively he then relaxed. If only a little. Jacob was most of the time kind to strangers. This one was rather odd. Then again all the people in Mos Eisley were rather odd.
"The few acres that stretch beyond this home are mine as well." Jacob said pulling off the cloak, throwing it over a railing.
As Sy mentioned his ship crashing he then raised his eyebrow, "That explains the loud noise I heard a while ago. Must have been you. Escape pod?"
Jacob did have a bike. Two actually. They were still in good shape, but, just hadn't been run for a long long while. Probably more then likely his fault. Unless Junior had been here in the last year or two. Then he'd have used one for himself. He then motioned for Sy to follow him to the small garage where the bikes were held.
Stepping inside he then raised the door to the opening as the small door to get inside wouldn't fit two bikes, let alone one. Smiling he then pulled the cloth cover off of them. Luckily there wasn't any dust on them. Thanks to the cover he had on them both.
"Well, you can use one of these. Might need to start 'em up and let it run for a while. I've not used them in quite some time." Jacob said honestly.
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Syravari
Old 05-08-2015, 10:08 AM
Understanding the clarification, Syravari knew that someone living on a farm didn't necessarily mean that it was his, especially on Tatooine. Motioning toward the northeast, "Yeah, landed a few hundred yards from here. Lucky that the pirates didn't decide to shoot me down on the way." That would've been unfortunate, he still had a lot to accomplish before calling it quits.
Following the farmer, he moved to the above ground entryway and through the door, then descended the stair until soon finding the garage. A bit cooler down here, he began to see the benefit of living underground on this hot world. Setting the survival pack atop a droid wash basin, he took in the other equipment and noticed a lot of dust. "You just return to your home," he queried, deeper voice filling the room. "Looks like this place has been empty for a while. Or at least the garage anyway."
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Jacob
Old 05-09-2015, 10:34 PM
Jacob nodded as Syravari spoke of landing quite a bit of distance away, "Lucky they didn't. Glad your alright though. It's never good to be shot at. Trust me."
He'd been shot at...had Force powers used on him. Hell, he'd even died once. Although his memory of dying had been faint. Everything before and after that he remembered. He's had lightsabers drawn on him, knives almost stab him. Swords raised up at him. You name it. Being a Force user there were all kinds of situations he'd been in. If he could say it freely, he'd tell Syravari that he's lucky he wasn't able to use the Force.
When the man mentioned him returning home, he shook his head, "Nope, just on business for a month or so at a time. Usually I have a maid come in every week to clean up. Usually just the house though, the garage I let go. Half the time don't even come in here. My son comes here time to time. But his bike is already gone."
Which was a total lie. His son had been here once. He knew because the crystal he left for him was gone. It was one Jacob had purchased from one of the Jawas here. Which he had the young Jawa look out for his son while he was here. And thankfully his son didn't know the exact truth either. Which his friend, N'yssa told him that she knew he wasn't a Jedi anymore. It was sad, yes, but, he knew it would come crashing down at some point.
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Syravari
Old 05-10-2015, 05:56 AM
Steel-blue eyes took in the garage and everything became a bit clearer now knowing that the owner wasn't around much. Though being more streetwise that would be one of the same excuses that he would use if some stranger came around and he had just "appropriated" a new residence. But, he would give the man the benefit of the doubt.
"I got a ride from a group of troublemakers who had owed a debt they apparently couldn't repay in a timely manner, but none of that came out until we were getting shot at," he admitted, though in hindsight he should've found a way to leave them a lot sooner. "What do you do, if you don't mind me asking?"
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Jacob
Old 05-10-2015, 03:47 PM
When Sy mentioned he hitched a ride from a group of troublemakers he then nodded. Well, drastic times call for drastic measures sometimes. He could understand that. At times he did drastic things in certain situations. Then again he'd not had one recently which was good. So, he then turned to Sy when he asked him what he did. He then made a joke with a grin.
"Well, they say it's all fun and games till your getting shot at."
Chuckling at his own joke he then finally said which was a total lie, "I'm an investor. I work for IGBC. I'm one of their investors who travels around. Trying to get new clients for them and all. I think they really hate me since I'm not one of them."
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Syravari
Old 05-10-2015, 07:25 PM
Grinning, Syravari leaned on the long diagnostic station and crossed his arms. "Depends on how much you enjoy pain, I guess. Personally, I've seen enough trouble that I usually try and avoid it, but when others get you into it that usually sucks all the fun out of it." When Jacob talked about what he did for a living, steel-blue eyes narrowed a bit, knowing that some salesmen dealing with money typically had a different demeanor and few would bother living in a hole like this out in the middle of nowhere.
"Did you inherit this place then?"
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Jacob
Old 06-02-2015, 04:17 PM
Jacob chuckled, "Does anyone REALLY like pain?"
Although the comment about people sucking the fun outta things made him chuckle more. He looked down at one of the bikes and noticed there was a scratch on it. Probably Junior more then likely. Sometimes he could be a daredevil at times. Thinking that he was showing off to someone maybe. Well, like father like son. Jacob had his fair share of showing off. Especially to his ex-wife when they first met.
When asked if he inherited the place, Jacob nodded trying to rub out the scratch, "Yep. I used to live here. Grew up here too. Good thing I got outta this desert when I did. Or else I'd probably be in an insane asylum. Gets a little dry around here."
He made a pun and laughed at it. Well, he thought it was funny.
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Syravari
Old 06-02-2015, 05:00 PM
Chuckling lightly, Syravari knew this man had a lot to hide, but didn't they all? The smuggler had made a life out of lies and deceit which had kept him alive in most cases. At least he was still breathing. "How far is the nearest town from here? Didn't see much on the way down. Tatooine isn't known for a lot of touristy locales either, so." Flashing a wry grin himself, the comment that his host made proved that he had a sense of humor which was good. Though to live out in this wasteland, one had to.
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Nisa
Old 06-02-2015, 05:18 PM
Niesara was heading back to Jacob's place when she heard the boob of something large entering the atmosphere and glanced up to see a ship, blazing down like a falling star, off on the horizon. Reaching up to pull back her hair and bind it tighter in its tie, she took off at a slightly faster jog towards the house.
Jacob hadn't said much when he asked her to join him. Merely told her to take a couple days and go off to practice, meditate and find a center she could latch on to in a moment's notice. It had been three days and she was heading back towards the coordinates he had given her. He had merely said it was his childhood home, and nothing more. She didn't know who or what to expect as she came to the door.
She reached out with the Force to see if she could sense where he was. He would probably be cloaked, but she had to try. "Only way to learn," she murmured to herself.
She didn't sense him, but she did sense someone else. Biting her lip, she fingered the crystal she had in her pocket that he had given her and felt a sense of warmth cover her that let her know her Force Shield was hiding her from anyone else who would sense her... she hoped.
Unsure what she was coming up on, she made sure her small dagger was handy and ready at her hip, fingers lightly hovering over it as she called coming towards the door. "I'm back...." She didn't call his name, unsure what or who was there. No sense being foolish and announcing who they were.
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Jacob
Old 06-02-2015, 06:36 PM
Jacob chuckled even though inside he was struggling with himself. Struggling with his emotions as of late. His children were growing up and he wasn't there to see it. His son, Jacob Jr was now a Jedi Apprentice, and, nearly following every footstep of his. Even down to the anger problems. Which Jacob had in his youth as well. Renee, his daughter, had gone to lord knows where. So, Jacob had a lot on his mind...and his plate.
"Well, Mos Eisley ain't too far from here. It's towards the Southeast." Jacob said as he felt the presence of someone.
When Niesara walked into the garage he then nodded towards her. Looking up at Syravari he then nodded towards Niesara. He'd have to make up a lie at that moment and since he said he was an investor, Jacob figured she'd play along just because.
"This is my assistant...Niesara." Jacob said with a calm demeanor.
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Syravari
Old 06-03-2015, 12:17 PM
Still needing a ride, the confirmation of a city being to the southeast was at least a direction and as he was about to expound on his thoughts, the presence of a cute female prompted the smuggler to turn. Jacob's introduction gave Syravari the girl's relationship to him, but there was still something that didn't add up. Though it was hard to judge a book by it's cover, neither one of these struck him so far as being masters of capital, though most would probably say the same thing about him.
"Pleasure," he greeted, deep voice unsettling most as he nodded to her. "Syravari Van-Derveld." Steel-blue eyes judged her through his dark shades as she walked into the garage and joined them.
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Nisa
Old 06-05-2015, 01:40 AM
Nisa came into the room and stopped short. She had expected a lot of things, but the one before her wasn't one of them. Smiling brightly she nodded in respect and greeting. "Mr. Van-Derveld? A pleasure." She was raised in a society that made her pretend who she was all the time. She had no idea it would come in handy like her other trainings. Walking into an unknown situation, she merely smiled, put on the societal charm she had grown up with and played along.
She didn't miss a beat as she spoke. She had the feeling her Master hadn't divulged their true reason for being there, so she didn't offer anything more. Instead, she headed for the other room beating a hasty retreat in order to learn more of what was transpiring. "Forgive me, I will be right back. Just need to clean up a bit. Excuse me, gentlemen. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Van-Derveld.." She smiled brightly and moved towards the bathroom.
As she stepped away, she was grateful for the masking pendant Jacob had given her. No one would sense her Jedi trainings and hopefully she could play the assistant well enough to not make this man want to search any deeper than that. She closed the bathroom door, turned the water on and stretched her senses to listen to what was happening in the other room.
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Jacob
Old 07-05-2015, 06:34 PM
OOC: Long overdue post lol
Jacob then quirked his brow, "No need to apologize, Niesara."
When she headed into the bathroom he knew she was listening. Who wouldn't right? So turning back to Syravari he then figured he'd tell him about a lot of the people in Mos Eisley. They weren't usually the friendly types. Unless you personally know them.
"Just watch some of the places here. They'll steal you stuff if you don't watch. Usually you can tell who's what. Most of the smugglers and other sort don't wanna bother nobody. Especially here. Don't know what they'd do otherwise but usually it's the swoop track racers and all those types are the one's who start trouble. Most just wanna get in...get out..and stay alive doing it."
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Nisa
Old 07-11-2015, 05:13 AM
Nodding to the young brunette, Syravari turned his attention back to Jacob who seemed rather eager to change the subject as she walked back out again. Oddly enough he knew that this atmosphere kept everyone that wasn't used to the climate, rather hot all the time. The short walk from his downed escape pod to here had nearly soaked his shirt. Probably bad that he had drank those beers earlier, he mused as his host then expounded on the situation of the world.
"The reputation of this place kindof precedes it. Everyone talks about the crime rate here, so that's why I came packing," he grinned, not motioning to where his shoulder holstered pistols were. "Worlds governed by Hutts usually are that way, from my understanding."
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Nisa
Old 07-16-2015, 05:15 PM
Nisa had spent as much time as was acceptable in the bathroom. Coming out, she took a couple extra moments to go to her room and change into clean slacks and a top with a slightly higher collar. Coming back downstairs she headed for the kitchen, bypassing the men talking, and began to work on slowly putting dinner together.
From her vantage, she would still be able to listen, but wouldn't be hovering. She knew if the man was important, Jacob would tell her something to that affect. Without his say so, this was a passerby and someone she didn't need to concern herself with.
But that didn't mean from her occasional glances into the other room as she moved about the kitchen, that she wasn't studying the man. She wouldn't put it past her Master to quiz her on the man's mannerisms, clothing, weapon placement, and attitude. She didn't catch the shoulder holster, but something told her from the man's comment that he was definitely packing enough to feel he could take care of himself.
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