NationStates Jolt Archive

There is birth, there is death
There is happiness, there is sadness
There is love, there is hate
There is war, there is peace
There is knowledge, there is ignorance
There is life, there is the Force

The philosiphy of the Rosatan Sith. Rosata Dexima's philosiphy on the Force was different. It mixed the teachings of the Sith with the philosiphy of the Jedi. The pros of both minus the cons. A Grey area if you will. This was taught to all of those who were close to the Force, and there were many. You could be many things. A Guardian of the peace, or a warrior for the Empire. A Sentinal who dabbles in all, or a person who can be flexible for the Armed Forces. A Consular of peace, or a man who can betray in the name of Augustus.

All of this was taught throughout the system. But the main temple... was on Planet Rose. The Temple of Augustus, the founder of the new philosiphy and High Imperator of Rosata Dexima. Of course for years this practice has been put into place with his own people, but how would it be if it was put into practice with other Worlds?

The Temple of Augustus was opening up to foreigners at long last. The Council was very liberal when it came to Force matters, if it was more powerful they would adopt it. Not like the insane Sith or the conservative Jedi. This was a new wave.

But the Temple it self was a sight indeed. A white tower penatrating the sky, with a large plaza around it. And around the plaza were various buildings dedicated to the teachings of the Force. It was structured after a university then anything else and it was a stark contrast to the buildings of the city it was located outside of. One of the few tranquil spots. Hell it even had its own spaceport for new arrivals. And today would be the first day, an entire class of foreign Force adepts arriving at the Temple to learn.

As the Mayor Class Transport shuttle (that looks like an amphibious plane minus the wings, propellor, and landing thing) the man who would be leading the class, Master Ak'Dan as he was known, stood outside the pad waiting for the doors to open.

The doors opened, and out came the new students.

(OOC: The rules are simple. First of all they had to be teenagers, 13 to 16. Second, no one liner posts. At least put some effort. Third, no cheap tricks. Fourth, if you have a suggestion tell me. Have fun! Now post foo. And yes, Sith and Jedi are welcome.)

The tiny Ork escape pod screamed into the atmosphere of the planet, on target to hit some kind of temple area. Or just outside.

When it hit, a plume of dirt was thrown a hundred feet into the air,showering anyone nearby with chunks of metal and mud. A hatch on the top started to rattle, and shake. Soon, it was torn off from the inside, revealing the occupant.

A large Ork, but not yet fully matured. It was wearring the clothes of an Ork Psyker in training for his clan, with huge chunks of metal welded together to make plates of armour, which by the number of holes in them, had saved the wearer's life many times. He scratched his head, picked up his small Slugga, and simply said:

"Oy!Where 'ave I landed?Is this one 'o them 'umie colonies?If it is...I'm willing to spare you all, an' not kill you. For now."

(OOC: I would ignore this since Rose has OMG UBAH DEFNSE but it's clever so...)

Padawans approached the escape pod with caution, drawing out their lightsabers. Of course there was a rainbow. Blue here, green there. Some yellow in some strange area. Orange... but that guy was a longer so who cares. They were about to attack when another Master arrived. Master Joon.

He drew out his purple lightsaber rushing to the scene. He of course seperated the Padawans via Force push. I don't why I have to capitalise the F, but bear with me. He approached the Ork and asked two questions. "One, what the hell are you? Two, why do you speak in a cockney accent?"

Err... he isn't a diplomat as you see. But hey, his name's nice.

The Ork levelled his slugga at the Jedi, and cocked it.

"I am badbreff, a Nob Leader in da *Waaagh!* of Warboss Bigblasta. An yoo betta not be makin' fun of da way Orks talk! We's built for fightin, and winnin'!"

The Ork jumped out of his pod, and shifted his gaze around the saber armed students.

"Is that okay wiv' you?"

His left arm, which was replaced with a fearsome power claw twitched and sparked, obviously previously hit by laser blasts and solid shot rifle blasts.

Master Joon raised his right brow. "An... orc?"

One of the more cockier Padawans, a Sith Guardian, stepped up in front of the other Padawans. "I bet I can take him on." He shouted.

Master Joon gave him a menacing glare. "Yah, beat him like the other Jedi that beat you down?" Sad to day that Padawan committed suicide the next day.

Master Joon looked back at the Orc. "Hm. A leader eh? Where do you come from?" He looked at his claw arms. "And how'd that happen?"

"I'm from a 'uge Space 'Ulk, we was attacking a colony to get some artifact form our 'istory, or somesuch.All I know is we was fightin real 'ard, and Orks is made fer fightin', and winnin'! I was fightin' 'umies on dere kroozers, when I had to go back to pick up some fungus wine for da boyz. Da 'umies shot me up, and one got into da pod, but I got here. You need more defenses, I only got hit once. I fink it must have leaked into da pod, because my back is itchin' like a squig amongst a herd of grots.Owch!"

The Ork promptly collapsed, revealing a huge burn on it's back hide, a browning red on the thick green skin which gives his species its colloquial name.

Master Joon's scoffed. "Our defense is as tight as it is, you past us because your signiture was too low."

When he saw that the Orc fainted he faced the Padawans watching. "I did not do anything, you are my witness!"

The Padawans nodded.

Joon got closer to the Orc. A wave of his hand, and bam! The mark was gone and his skin was normal again... to his standards. And he was kept alive of course, but knocked down. He was carried to the Medical Building and set inside a futuristic bed that isn't a bed... but is like that advanced bed from the Sims! Fancy yes?

A few hours pass and he should wake up soon, surrounded by Counsulars of course.

"Youze stinkin 'umies. Youze poisoned me or sumfink."
The ork stuck his middle finger up at the Padawans.
"Watcha lookin' at?"

ooc:Sorry about short posts, need to get into it more before the posts get big :S