NationStates Jolt Archive

It took Melisha several hours for her to clean up after the Younglings, even with General Brishda's help. Class was horrible, as usual, eventhough she liked the little kids. Un like the Jedi Order, the Malkir Order allow their children to live their child hood (excluding military families) which usually means trouble for teachers who're teaching the more experienced students.

The leader of the bunch, Jukassa, already had three detentions in the last week. Nothing serious, or dark/evil really. Just trying to, in his mind she figures, have fun. She sighed as she picked up the last of the insects with the force, and tossed them out the window. She sighed again and finnaly relaxed at her desk. Just as she closed her eyes to meditate, a loud beeping noise sounded.

"*sigh* This is Councilor Melisha. Yes?"

"Hi! How long did it take you to finnaly finnish that racket?"

"Hi Blashka. A while. Why are you calling me?"

"The Coredian ships have entered the system."

"Why...?"

"OH! Jorrus didn't tell you you were going to be recieving aid for our next assignment?"

"We've got enough troops to attack the ESUS Blashka. You know that."

"It's the newer troops. The younger ones who don't have the privilige of either being trained from the Empire, or the Republic before it colapsed."

"All right. We could use their expertise. They helped train several others before."

"Should I give them ahead?"

"Uh.... What did I just say?"

"Yes then. All right then. I'll see you later."

Melisha turned off the intercom and closed her eyes. She was going to need some rest for the grueling exersises which will follow. For once, she was going to get help around here controling the students while the older members of the Council are gone.

"A training session with the Huntaerian Alliance." Jedi Master Altar Achen mused. A Corellian by birth, he is one of the younger generation of the Jedi Order, the generation that the newly proclaimed Emperor Daniel Masaki belongs to. At this moment, he stands at the bridge of the Venator Star Destroyer Salutation escorted by a couple of Acclaimators and escort craft.

"The Council did say it'll not only help the GFFA but help with Coredian/Huntaerian relations, Master." Padawan Gennai Jaffar said. The boy was a rather ambitious lad, precocious and inquisitive. Not to mention a strong speaker of mind. He's also Altar's second apprentice. His first presumably died on Jurai defending the planet from the Empire.

"Indeed. Well, it's good to get out of the war zone once in a while." The Master sighed. He motioned the comms officer to open channels.

"This is the Salutation arriving for the mission our respective Councils have issued to us. Please respond, over."

"Salutation, this is General Brishda, current commanding general of this military instalation. We're reading you over," Damn, that's one really old ship design, she thought to herself, "Melisha is awaiting for you in the Malkir Council chambers. She will be sending Padawan Jukassa and Councilor Blashka as your welcoming comittie." If anyone on the other end was really listening, they could hear a small voice shouting "I'm not anyones welcoming comittie! I don't want extensive training!"

"SHUT UP! Uh... Sorry. Please land in shuttle bay four where you'll be greeted. I'll be there in a little while myself. Oh, Supreme Councilor and General Verneal extend their apollogies for not being able to come."

Master Achen smiled as he heard a Padawan in the background. Not too different from Gennai. Perhaps a good friendship would blossom...

"We will be down momentarily."

"Captain." The Jedi nodded to Captain Braten and headed to the huge bay with his apprentice. Selecting a hyperdriveless shuttle, the two rode it down to Hangar Bay 4 as instructed.

"HMPH! Why do I have to dress up in these stupid dress robes? I prefer my civilian clothes."

"Because you will do as the council tells you. Nothing else, and if you do anything else, I can assure you I won't be as nice as Melisha is." Councilor Blashka snapped back at Jukassa, Seriously, why they leave a girl in charge of the temple is a mystery to me, "besides, the master has a padawan too. I hear Gennai is about your age."

"Arrgh. Just what I need. And that sounds like Jenny. Is this person a girl or a boy? Last thing I need is to get cooties all over me."

"I don't know, and it's not nice to make fun of other people's names... WHAT DID I TELL YOU!? You put the socks on first, then you put on the shoes! Not the other way around! You'll... OH HONESTLY!"

"I hate them! They make my legs itch like crazy!"

Why me!? Skorm's teeth, WHY ME!? "Fine, take off the stupid socks and let yourself look like an idiot when you take off your shoes and you find you have blisters on them. They hurt a lot more than having your feet itch, I'd know," Jukassa finnaly settled down. It was another hour before the young padawan was finnaly properly dressed for the arriving team. And another hour before they finnaly found themselves at the hangar bay greeting the new Coredian arrivals.

"Did that walk have to take so long? Why couldn't we just do that disapearing thingy you masters and councilor's use?"

"Because you're not yet of age. You could have your nose removed and it could still be hovering around where you disapeared from."

"COOL!"

*Sigh* Blashka looked up and saw the Coredian representatives walk forward from their shuttle, "Finnaly! Some good news!" Blashka started to walk forward, and then found himself pushing Jukassa infront of him due to his(jukassa) stuberness.

"AH! We meet at last. I assume you are Master Achen?"

"Yes I am. And this is Gennai Jaffar, my apprentice." Master Achen smiled back. "I am pleased to finally meet you in person, Councilor."

"Like wise Master. This way please, towards the council chambers," Blashka then led the group down the long coordidor which eventually lead to the Malkir Council of Twenty chambers.

As they walked down the coordidor, Jukassa looked at Gennai Jaffar to see if the apprentice had been in combat yet, "Killed anybody yet?"

"JUKASSA!" Blashka snaped loudly.

"Like wise Master. This way please, towards the council chambers," Blashka then led the group down the long coordidor which eventually lead to the Malkir Council of Twenty chambers.

As they walked down the coordidor, Jukassa looked at Gennai Jaffar to see if the apprentice had been in combat yet, "Killed anybody yet?"

"JUKASSA!" Blashka snaped loudly.
Gennal smirked. "Lost count after about fifty."

"Padawan..." Master Achen sighed as they walked down the corridor to the council chambers.

Gennal smirked. "Lost count after about fifty."

"Padawan..." Master Achen sighed as they walked down the corridor to the council chambers.

They soon entered the large Council Chambers (there are twenty councilor's after all) and found Melisha sitting in the center chair, "Welcome Master Achen. Please take a seat, any one. Most of the councilors are either off duty for now or are at war. The only ones here are myself, Blashka and another one, whom you're not familiar with, Councilor Kori the youngest member of our group. General Brishda should be here any minute..."

Brishda soon barged into the room out of breath, "General... Brishda.... Reporting... In... WHEW!" She soon colapsed onto a nearby council chair and finnaly relaxed. "Damn kids." Jukassa giggled at Brishda's last comment as it was he who told the kids what time and place Brishda would be running along the corridor. Being a non force weilder, Brishda had no way of telling why those kids were there in the first place.

Melisha smiled for a few moments, "Well then, now that we're all here but Fleet Admiral Craimorn, who will be the admiral incharge of the alliance fleets durring this training session, we can get down to buisness."

"Very well. Let us recap on what brought us here. We're here to help the Alliane and the Imperial Republic coordinate our respective militaries so that we can better defeat our enemies." Master Achen said. "Does that start it off?"

"Very well. Let us recap on what brought us here. We're here to help the Alliane and the Imperial Republic coordinate our respective militaries so that we can better defeat our enemies." Master Achen said. "Does that start it off?"

Melisha nodded, "Seems to be correct. We have force training facilities here on base... I just hope you don't mind if you do some work here. I'm not exactly sure what Craimorn and Verneal have in mind for the Navy and Military. But I have a feeling that they'ed be interested in doing their part on your system of Sparta. I remember reading it in a report somewhere..."

Then a loud magical whiring noise began to sound. Not an annoying loud whiring, slightly soft and almost comforting. Blue and white partical lights began to appear in the middle of the Malkir Council Chambers. They moved rappidly about, as the whirring noise grew louder and more constant. Soon, vague images of two mostrous men could be seen. The beams of blue and white particals soon grew together, moving upwards and vertical in unison, forming the solid bodies of the Alliance's two top military commanders.

One was still wearing his big bulky red and black Space Marine power armor suit. His face looked like it was slapped together and was created articifially like Frankenstein's Monster but it still contained the usual skin pigment of a huntarian. This was Fleet Admiral Craimorn.

The other wore what appeared to be a "leather" robe, a white V-neck shirt, and tan pants. His face was gruff, scared and battered. His hair was buzzed down to basic level. He had a large scar running down on the left side of his face. This was Major General Verneal, now the Ground Forces Commander of the GFFA. "I still don't see why you need to have my atom's scattered all over space Admiral. That sort of power should be left to force wielders and shouldn't be used as technology. The Empire has gotten along fine without it, except in emergency situations with their field commanders."

"General, this is a new form of technology we can use to our advantage in warfare. No more waste of troops trying to enter planetary atmosphere, leaving less losses on your side, and more materials for me to use for starfighter escorts. Besides, you should know that the empire uses their base troops as cannon fodder anyways."

"Hmph. Sometimes you make me want to quickly change sides just to prove you wrong. Finnaly we're done. I still hate the idea of having my atoms scattered across space..." Vorman turned and found himself facing Master Achen. "Your transporters need to work on personal space Admiral," Verneal backed up a good bit to give the two some breathing room. "Hi, I'm Major General Verneal. Ground Forces Comander of the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances."

"Hi. I could teleport better than that." Gennai smiled.

"No you couldn't. You have yet to master that skill, young Padawan." Master Aschen rolled his eyes. "Pleased to meet you, General. And yes, Councilor, I believe Sparta would be a good choice."

Jukassa smiled at Gennai. ::I knew you wouldn't beable to master that yet. I can't wait for my trials of training. Too bad we missed out on the Chuunin Exams. Shame.::

"Yes, Councilor. I just got off the line with a Coredian General and Admiral. We are going to definatly be doing the training session at Sparta," Verneal confirmed, "Master Aschen, I'm ready for our fleet's transportation. The ships are standing by to report to the Sparta System."

Melisha nodded, "Well then, as soon as we get this going, we shall be giving you scheduals for the next week or so. We're under crunch time here, and we need to have our boys sharp and ready for the war ahead. Blashka, will you and your apprentice give Aschen and Gennai a tour of the Temple's grounds?"

"Of course."

"NO," Blashka glared at Jukassa, and then gestered for Aschen and Gennai to follow him.

Jukassa smiled at Gennai. ::I knew you wouldn't beable to master that yet. I can't wait for my trials of training. Too bad we missed out on the Chuunin Exams. Shame.::
From what I hear, it's very tough. Only the best make it through. Gennai answered.

"A tour would be very nice." Master Achen nodded. Don't do anything stupid, Padawan.

Hey! What did I do? Gennai frowned.

Just saying... The older of the pair sighed as they started walking with the other Master/Padawan pair.

Blashka took the four defenders of peace and justice along the many cooridors of the Malkir Council Temple. "This is currently the most powerfull Temple ever constructed by the Malir, even more so than the one which was destroyed on Huntaria nearly 4000 years ago. Before most of us were even born. We have over 50,000 Malkir and Kirtir Holocrons stored in our library having most of them destroyed durring the Grand Republic's collapse. Now on the next hallway we're entering... Jukassa! Stay away from those controls!"

"Hey! I know how to opperate the Holodeck!" Blashka glared at Jukassa, "fine."

Blashka stepped up to the holodeck's control's and punched in a few buttons, "Authorization required."

"Blashka 228793."

"Repeat please."

"*sigh* Blashka 228703."

"Thank you Councilor Blashka. Enter when ready."

Blashka then turned to the giant door and it opened with a low "hiss." When Blashka and the other three entered the holodeck, they were in a room which had black squares out-lined with yellow all around the place. "This is our holodeck. It serves us many purposes. We mostly use it for combat training, force simulations, lightsaber technique, and a place for students to go to class should their teachers get too ill or are away at battle. The teacher's class preformance is recorded in the holodeck's database and is sent to the teacher for annalysis. It's encrypted, however it seems some of our younger students have tampered with the encryptions and changed the classes preformance..." Blashda gave Jukassa a glance.

"What?" He gave Blashda an innocent look, however the Councilor wasn't persuaded.

"We can also use this holodeck to recreate any senario we want using simple program voice instructions, or we can incert a datapad with specifications. The holodeck will then recreate it into a perfect interactive replica. Even if those places have been long destroyed by war or other means. For example...

Computer, load up the planet Alderan."

A swish of collors appeared and suddenly the group of four were on what once was the planet Alderan before it was destroyed by the Galactic Empire.
"Give it a try yourself."

"Why don't you try, Padawan?" Master Achen said.

Gennai nodded. "All right. Um...Computer, load up Coruscant."

The Alderaanian landscape shifted to the super-urban landscape of Coruscant. Funnily enough, the Jedi Temple was easily seen in the distance.

"Not bad." Gennai smiled.

"Why don't you try, Padawan?" Master Achen said.

Gennai nodded. "All right. Um...Computer, load up Coruscant."

The Alderaanian landscape shifted to the super-urban landscape of Coruscant. Funnily enough, the Jedi Temple was easily seen in the distance.

"Not bad." Gennai smiled.

Watching the Jedi Temple in the distance made Blashka's memory jump to the Kirtir invasion nearly 4000 years ago and his narrow escape from Deshoonde and Trilkan's blades. He remembered the burning and colapse of the temple... Looking at the Jedi Temple and the treachery which had occured in it not so long ago brought back memories of his hidden fear, anger and hate....

He pulled himself to the present again, "Ah the Jedi Temple... I forgot what a super urban planet looked like. It's been a long time since I've been to my true home. As I mentioned, this incredible computer can create any place, image, senario we want to participate in. Next stop..."

They turned around the corner, where they came to the military section of the Temple. "This is where we hold all of our R.T.C.S., Real Time Combat Scenarios, figure mini-games similar to the Chuunin Exams except that no one here dies. We take every possible saftey senario in consideration, making this the best foolproof training center we have seen in a while. We haven't had an accident here yet inbetween training routiens. Over here..." They continued down the hallway once more, entering an enclosed locker room, "This is the barracks. Here, all of our warriors keep their personal items, and it also holds every possible weapon we know about. Ranging from as small as a vibro-knife, to quite large... Erm... Questionable
'defenses.' Our Light- weaponery are also in here. Some of the stuff we stole from the Empire, such as those Nun-Chucks, and Double-Bladed Battle Axes."

Blashka allowed the group to wander around in the room to get a good look at the stuff the Alliance used, however as soon as he saw Jukassa pick up the Light Nun Chucks, he quickly used the force to push it out of his hands, "HEY! That's not fair!"

Blashka reached into his pocket and pulled out a commlink, "Reminder to put up a sign in front of the more advanced equipment to not be used by padawan learners since they require an extensive amount of training and can easily kill a first time user," he glared at Jukassa who immediatly gave him a "puzzled" look.

"Understood sir."

"What? I can't have training?"

"Not until you are older."

"Damn it...."

Questionable defenses? I wonder... Gennai thought.

"Very interesting." Master Achen stroked his chin, looking at a lightwhip. "Most of these weapons, not even our Order has had them."

Questionable defenses? I wonder... Gennai thought.

"Very interesting." Master Achen stroked his chin, looking at a lightwhip. "Most of these weapons, not even our Order has had them."

"Some of them require for you to use the Dark Side to accuratly control them. The Nun Chucks are an example, they require an immense amount of controled anger and ferocity to use them. Most of us are better off using the more... Normal ones. Some of the others are the Battle Axes, which require brute strength something you need to gain through either endless weight lifting, or by touching into the "Rage" power. By the average view of the Jedi, we are just as dark as the Sith are. However, we actually have the experience (and time) to give us the ability to control the more subtle ways of the Dark Side for us to use them for our will of good mind you."

Jukassa wondered at this for a few moments, he has attempted to use "shock" for mindless pranks not meaning to hurt anyone. He does remember having a sense of... Glee when he does hurt the people though. He found it disturbing and wondered if this feeling was what Master Blashka was referring to. He shrugged it off for a bit and figured he will bring it up in one of his master's later lessons. For now, the group was about to enter the living quarters.

"And here's our finnal destination, the living quarters of the Temple. Here, people may come and go as they please. The caffiteria is right over there, next to the bar. Jukassa...." Blashka roughly grabbed Jukassa's robe hood as Jukassa made his break towards the bar and yanked him back to his feet,
"You're not going back there. Empty your pockets."

"Why?"

"NOW." Jukassa grumbled to himself and began to empty out his many range of pockets. Stolen keys, loose change, datapads, lock picks, hair pins... And of course... A bottle of tightly sealed maggot like bugs, all were dead. "I know who ruined the Chief's meal last week... He said some mysterious dead insects were dropped into his pot. *Sigh*" Blashka turned to his guests, and bowed, "this concludes our tour of the Temple. We have your rooms ready, just go to the receptionist office right over there... GOD DAMNIT JUKASSA! *Sigh* They will have your assigned rooms for the time being. For now, I need to take care of a certaint... Misconducted... HEY!" At that, Jukassa freed himself from Blashka's gripp and darted off towards the padawan's quarters where Blashka ran right after him.

Training days were about to begin...

I'd better start checking my food when I'm here. Master Achen thought with amusement.

Wow. He's a pretty good prankster. I wonder if we can cook something up... Gennai thought, chuckling.

"All right, let's go to the receptionist and get our rooms, and then I'll release you for a time." The Jedi Master said.

"All right." Gennai nodded.

"And you wouldn't be thinking of any pranks while your here, would you?" Master Achen asked.

"No, Master." Gennai shook his head, his eyes looking innocent.

Altar nodded and then began walking towards the receptionist office and had a sudden feeling. I have a bad feeling about this...

Jukassa woke up the next day with a very heavy feeling on his stomach. He woke up laying down on his back and he slowly stretched out to find that he was unable to move the lower part of his body, but he could move his hands. He found it currious at first, but he payed no attention to it since he was just waking up. He rubbed his eyes and slowly woke up to find a blurry shape in front of him. He blinked his eyse a couple of times to help clear things up, and saw the figure had a head. It didn't take him long to figure out who it was.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! OH MY GOD! HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN HERE HURMAKA!?!"

The little girl's hair fell from it's upward down as she jumped off of Jukassa's bed, "I have your key duh. Plus, I can walk through stuff remember? Anyways..." Jukassa pulled the covers over him as he got out out of bed, "oh give me a break. Boys..."

"Oh sure. You'd like that wouldn't you? Me floating in the middle of a room with naught but my boxers... That'll take the councilor's some time to get me down."

Hurmaka giggled, "Why would I do that?"

"The same reason why you hid my towels on me the other day when I was taking a bath," Jukassa snapped back.

Hurmaka quickly put her hand over her mouth in a pretend shock, "that happened to you???"

"Don't play games. Why are you here anyways?"

"First you must say you missed the melodious sound of my voice."

"What the fuck!?!"

"Tsk tsk. Blashka wouldn't like to hear that sort of language."

"Shut up bitch...--OOF--" Hurmaka used the force to hurl a pillow in Jukassa's face.

"You're wanted in the Council's chambers. Melisha mentioned something about intense training with the rest of the students," she reached into her pocket and pulled out a gold watch, "which was suppose to be five minutes from now. Good luck with that. I need to wake up our guests, Gennai and Achen. I'll see you in the classes." With that, Hurmaka ran towards Jukassa's wall.

"Hey! Door's over the---" by then, she had walked straight through Jukassa's walls. Then it finnaly hit him. It was training day. No time for fun now. Time for grueling exersises to prepair for a war of some sorts. That was all he knew. And it was enough to make him get back in bed and try to go to sleep before Blashka would walk into his room and pour water ontop of him...

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When young Hurmaka went to wake up the guests, Master Aschen was already gone, presumably to warm up or jog or something, leaving Gennai to sleep the morning away, snoring softly...

When young Hurmaka went to wake up the guests, Master Aschen was already gone, presumably to warm up or jog or something, leaving Gennai to sleep the morning away, snoring softly...

Hurmaka knew how to wake people up. And disturbingly at that. Not wanting to wake up the rest of the temple in general, she quickly ran to the bathrooms and found an empty bucket. She let the sinks run VERY cold water through for a few moments before stoping. She tried liftin the bucket herself, but only managed to splash water all over herself. Muttering a bit about how she was a force wielder and not a weight lifter, she used the force to lift the bucket and marched over to Gennai's quarters.

::HEY! PADAWAN! TIME TO WAKE UP! CHOP CHOP! UP AND AT 'EM!::

As soon as Gennai opens his eyes, Hurmaka would use the force to flip the bucket over the unsuspecting victim.

"Huh? Whu?" Bleary-eyed, Gennai rubbed his eyes and noticed a glimpse...

"Huh? Whu?" Bleary-eyed, Gennai rubbed his eyes and noticed a glimpse...

Hurmaka released the bucket of water which came down with a loud SPLASH ontop of Gennai. Before he could react properly, she ran out of the room using her special ability to her advantage by running into the wall instead of the door.

::You're wanted in the Council's chambers in two minutes. Get going! I still need to find your master.::


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While not force wielders, Verneal and Craimorn exchanged looks as their fleet rocketed through the Necrominus and neared Spartus. They could tell that things in the Temple would be out of control if Jorrus didn't intervene soon. A comm's officer walked up to the two military leaders, "Sirs? We're coming up on Spartus. Permission to drop and make contact."

"Do you still need to ask for our permission?" Verneal asked in a slightly annoyed voice.

"Yes sir. Section 4560 D states that upon--"

"--Entering an allied system, ships navigation and comms officers must report in and request for traffic control communications. I wrote the damn rules Lieutenant. Now I'm ordering you to break them."

"Ummm.... Uh... Aye sir."


This is the R.S.S. Redemption and the second Alliance fleet requesting permission to enter system per previous conditions.

Hurmaka released the bucket of water which came down with a loud SPLASH ontop of Gennai. Before he could react properly, she ran out of the room using her special ability to her advantage by running into the wall instead of the door.

::You're wanted in the Council's chambers in two minutes. Get going! I still need to find your master.::
"Ack! I'm soaked!" Gennai yelped. "Couldn't you have woken me up without using water? Geez..."

Since he was soaked to his boxers, he was forced to pull out a second pair and head to the bathroom to dry off and then pull on some fresh clothes.

"Well, time to go..." Gennai rushed out of the room and down to the Council Chambers.

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While not force wielders, Verneal and Craimorn exchanged looks as their fleet rocketed through the Necrominus and neared Spartus. They could tell that things in the Temple would be out of control if Jorrus didn't intervene soon. A comm's officer walked up to the two military leaders, "Sirs? We're coming up on Spartus. Permission to drop and make contact."

"Do you still need to ask for our permission?" Verneal asked in a slightly annoyed voice.

"Yes sir. Section 4560 D states that upon--"

"--Entering an allied system, ships navigation and comms officers must report in and request for traffic control communications. I wrote the damn rules Lieutenant. Now I'm ordering you to break them."

"Ummm.... Uh... Aye sir."

This is the R.S.S. Redemption and the second Alliance fleet requesting permission to enter system per previous conditions.

"Permission granted." The Spartan traffic controllers replied. "Welcome to the Spartus system, home of the Spartans and the Military Training Center of Coreworlds."

"Ack! I'm soaked!" Gennai yelped. "Couldn't you have woken me up without using water? Geez..."

Since he was soaked to his boxers, he was forced to pull out a second pair and head to the bathroom to dry off and then pull on some fresh clothes.

"Well, time to go..." Gennai rushed out of the room and down to the Council Chambers.


Melisha was sitting in the second in command chair of the Malkir Council with her arms folded impaciently waiting for the young padawans to arrive. Next to her was a pale white bald man. His black robes dangled from his arms as he sat upon his command chair. His bald head shined in the sun as it beamed down upon him making his image almost unbarable to look at. "Where are those kids?"

"They're coming in due time Melisha." Blashka sat upon his seat within the twenty seats which were set up in a semi-circle. Most of which were empty, but at least half were filled up. Jorrus, Melisha, Kori, Blashka, and then the councilors we have yet to meet, Corran, Fermenda, Riddikor, Loritka, Nirmando, and Ithika. The higher ranking Councilor's were there.

"Where's Achen?"

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"Permission granted." The Spartan traffic controllers replied. "Welcome to the Spartus system, home of the Spartans and the Military Training Center of Coreworlds."

"Thank you traffic control. We're heading towards you. You can't miss us. The big fleet with two Eclipse Classes in the center. Yes that's us. ETA: 10 minutes. Please stand down any planetary shielding so we can begin to transport troops to the planets surfface for the training session."

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Melisha was sitting in the second in command chair of the Malkir Council with her arms folded impaciently waiting for the young padawans to arrive. Next to her was a pale white bald man. His black robes dangled from his arms as he sat upon his command chair. His bald head shined in the sun as it beamed down upon him making his image almost unbarable to look at. "Where are those kids?"

"They're coming in due time Melisha." Blashka sat upon his seat within the twenty seats which were set up in a semi-circle. Most of which were empty, but at least half were filled up. Jorrus, Melisha, Kori, Blashka, and then the councilors we have yet to meet, Corran, Fermenda, Riddikor, Loritka, Nirmando, and Ithika. The higher ranking Councilor's were there.

"Where's Achen?"
A slight pop in the air had Master Achen appear on cue. A few minutes later, a panting Gennai ran through the door and both bowed to the Masters of the Huntaerian Council. It was time to begin.

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"Thank you traffic control. We're heading towards you. You can't miss us. The big fleet with two Eclipse Classes in the center. Yes that's us. ETA: 10 minutes. Please stand down any planetary shielding so we can begin to transport troops to the planets surfface for the training session."

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"Yeah, sure." The traffic controllers began dropping the planetary shields for the troops to land.