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Official Announcement of the first Allanean Nmeafi Temple on Lucas

After several hundred Allaneans received training at the Red Acolytes facilities is New Dornalia, our key donor, Alexander Kirillovich Kazansky, has assisted in founding the Order of the Nmeafi [which is, by the way, Hashi for 'Force User'].

The Nmeafi school of Force use will incorporate input from various schools, both the Red Acolyte tradition, and President Kazansky's own knowledge. For his input, he will hereby be named the Honorary Grand Master and Founder of the Nmeafi Order. Regardless, he will not be running the order's day-to-day affairs – that will be me, the Grand Master Elgerio and his Council of the Nmeafi – for simplicity, we will be repeating the ancient structure of the Jedi Order until we figure out something better.

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That's me, the Grand Master Elgerio Dax.

I would like to have this message be a message of hope and peace to all nations that have a Force-user population. I will be happy to cooperate with you in matters of charity, security, or the joint expansion of our Knowledge of the Force.

Thank you for your attention,
And May the Force Be With You.

(Inspired by the new clone wars on cartoon toon network you are young one)

(Dislike the Clone Wars shows, this Jedi does. Unintentional comedy, the show provides - serious Star Wars entertainment, it provides not.)

In a show of solidarity, Grand Master Elgerio Dax is hereby assured the People's Acolytes continue to back the new Order in its endeavors financially and with access to its Master Forges on Mars.

Most notably, you or Honorary Grand Master and Founder Kazansky are also invited to participate on the Grand Council of the People's Acolytes, considering how you've drawn upon much of our traditions and given them a local twist--something we love.

Tereza Junko Tadanobu
Grand Sensei
People's Acolytes

((OOC: Tag for future post/bio.))

Dear Tereza Junko Tadanobu,

It is not going to be possible for me to accept the position on the Grand Council, as my duties call me to remain on Lucas. That said, I am sure the President will be happy to attend. By the way, what is a member of the Grand Council of the People's Acolytes called?

Sincerely yours,
Grand Master Elgerio Dax

Official Press Release from Grand Master Elgerio Dax

While our previous press release was not a recruitment message, please feel free to send in your recruits. Be aware that Lucas is a sparsely-populated world, and some of the conditions are a bit parochial – for instance, the Temple is 2,000 miles away from the nearest village. This may affect conditions of living for the young padawan, but the Temple is equipped with all modern facilities.

OOC: As we discussed on MSN, this is nice and I will be doing something that could involve them soon.

Dear Tereza Junko Tadanobu,

It is not going to be possible for me to accept the position on the Grand Council, as my duties call me to remain on Lucas. That said, I am sure the President will be happy to attend. By the way, what is a member of the Grand Council of the People's Acolytes called?

Sincerely yours,
Grand Master Elgerio Dax


We call them what we usually call the educators of our order--the title of Sensei. However, we have had some members addressed as "Master" before, so if he wishes to use that, that could be acceptable.

Tereza Junko Tadanobu
Grand Sensei
People's Acolytes

To: Grand Master Elgerio Dax
From: The Holy Imperium of Angenteria, Offico Telepathica

The Holy Imperium of Angenteria would like to send a student for evaluation in your new academy. Below is the criteria for her evaluation, and we hope that she can hone her skill under the tutelage of your instructors.

Name: Darak, Regina
Gender: Female
Age: 18, Angenteria Standard
Homeworld: Bentus III
Reason for candidacy: Darak was discovered by the Offico Telepathica as a potential psy-sensitive at the age of 2. However, officials have discovered that her skills have extended beyond that of a regular Imperial psychic, along more of the criteria of what this "Force" entity entails. We hope that she will learn more about her new powers and be able to train others within the Holy Imperium who exhibit similar traits.

Profile Picture (http://starraven.deviantart.com/art/Jedi-Girl-Doodle-98353278)

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To whom it may concern,

In a universe tainted by the dark side, where cruelty and torment are far too common and almost seem prevalent at times, it is heartening for us to see a new Order of light coming to fruition. Particularly one which appears to be dedicated to peace, justice and the study of the Force as the Order of the Nmeafi strives to be. While on the surface it may seem just a piecemeal effort, every additional servant of the light is a significant stepping stone towards bringing the Force into balance.

I wish you great success in your endeavour, and offer the support and recognition of the Jedi Order of Tropicopa, and any resources we can spare shall be made available to you if you wish it. Perhaps some day our two orders may work together in the service of peace, diplomacy and the Force.

In this spirit of cooperation, and as a token of congratulations, please find enclosed the encrypted coordinates of a cave we have on our records which is strong in the Force. It lies well beyond the diminutive reach of Tropicopan borders, and remains unclaimed by any organisation. We believe it to have a moderate concentration of Force crystals suitable for lightsaber construction, and though our own supply of such has become increasingly limited in recent years it is well outside of our range for us to take advantage of. Perhaps you will be able to make better use of it.

May the Force be with you.

Grand Master Jedi Toku Durmas
Jedi Council of Tropicopa

To: Grand Master Elgerio Dax
From: Hochmeister Conrad Bolshvi of the Teutonic Order

We wish to send one of our most promising students, a girl by the name of Angelica Bassenheim to attend your new academy. We believe the school will broaden her horizons, with the opportunity to meet other Force-users of different alignments and walks of life an opportunity too good to pass up.

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Angelica Bassenheim, age 17

( I sort of want to put a sith in disguise into the class or something like that.


Admiral Ackbar: ITS A TRAP!!! )

Elsewhere a single man shook his head while he read the lastest quadrant holonews bulletin and fingered the saber hilt clipped to his belt. He didn't looked up from the quiet hologram as large furry arms slipped around his neck and shoulders. A vaguely feminine growl inquired about what Saila was watching.

Saila Haaranovor reached and ran a calloused hand over the smooth, soft fur engulfing him. He felt a strong, push cheek lay down on the top of his head and glance over him to the holo below. The voice groaned and barked in protest.

"Yeah, another, Jurir." Saila spun his chair around to face the person behind him and escape the holo broadcast. Before him stood a cinnamon furred Wookie, her massive hand paws crossed under her chest. She chuffed out a question to him.

Saila turned around to have face the holonews which had already moved onto a story about a speederbike riding baby nerf on Agamar. "You think they'd care, dollface? Every gussied up president, general secretary, and glorious leader is fallin' over themselves to have their own little Jedi Academy with a wizbang-neato Jedi Council to sit about and dither universe off its axis."

The man snorted. "We saw just how well that worked out for everybody, how its always worked out." Saila got up from chair and paced away into the galley of his freighter. Jurir looked after him for a moment and ambled over and shut off the holoprojector. She looked after him and nodded to his hilt, growling a question.

Saila looked back over his shoulder. "Yeah, it's the one good thing they ever brought into the world, babe."

Jurir walked up behind Saila and clamped her hands down on his shoulders and gave an affectionate squeeze, which she avoided grinding his bones together. She woofed and rurred at him. Saila leaned back into her. "Ya really think they'd care to hear about 'alternative Force traditions'?" The last words dripped with bile. He hated Jedi arrogance that presumed to lable anything outside their narrow dogma 'alternative' like it was unsafe, heretical, or eccentric.

The wookie wrapped her man in her strong arms and chastised him. When he was silent and did not answer her, Jurir squeezed him like doll. He yelped and pulled at her arms to get her to loosen her hold. "Okay, okay, yer right, darlin'. No hurt in sending a message. Just give me a little to keep an eye on'em before I stick my neck out?"

Jurir relaxed her arms, letting him again take full breaths and circulate blood to his arms. She growled a warning. She meant soon, or else like that cartoon dog and the squirrel, she'd "hug him and squeeze him and call him George." And everyone knew what happened to the squirrel after he became George...

Circumstances make the very essence of one's existence, shaping his values, his abilities and worth. Circumstances were the difference between great heroes and epic failures of people, and it was then perhaps ironic the sort of differences that alternate circumstances, perhaps true in a remote alternate reality of one's experienced one, could bring.

If an individual self-proclaimed Darth Tacgnol was born in the infamous Imperium of Man, he would have been an assassin of the Culexus, the bane of all that is psychic, be it called "Force" or anything else, able to put even the most powerful psychs of the world in agony and terror to their knees, if he was born in a world about to be conquered by the extremely distant and unknown scourge of the Necrons, he would have been a Pariah, bent on the annihilation of very life and on the destruction of the Immaterium forces and condemned to a soulless existence.

As he was born in planet Dream of Solar Communes, where the idea of "work to live" is by far obsolete, he is a hardcore Simulated Reality gamer who is addicted to a Star Wars Massively Multiplayer Simulated Reality Game. In fact, he has been for countless years completely isolated from the outside world, entrapped into the Matrix of a digital world he forced to believe that was true for the sake of his self-esteem, equally as he has long forgotten than he was not the muscular, tall black man that his avatar in the Simulated Reality represented, but an overweight short nigga jacked with a computer in a basement in the city of Zerzan's Landing whose skin would likely bleach because of the lack of contact with the sun in the distant future.

Worse even was the situation of the "Star Wars Canon" that such delusional men believed to be the real world. With things that would make Lucas roll over in his grave like Communist and National-Socialist Jedi, "Red Proletarian way of Force", Obscure havens of Wookie fur porn continually raided by anonymous hackers using the avatars of black men with afro hairs and elegant suits wielding lightsabers, and a shower of digital memes of the last thirty centuries made the bizarre, distorted version of Star Wars that was mostly known in Solar Communes Nets.

As he was again conquering another sector of the not-really-distant Galaxy in the highly detailed Strategy component of the game, deep enough to require the same abilities of a real life general, truly believing that he was conquering it for real rather than in a simulated reality, the cloaked figure suddenly stood in a throne of human skulls in the center of an Imperial Battleship he took decades of gaming to acquire, and soared a powerful shout among stormtroopers with grey armors and Nazi symbols, as in the distance a huge, red starship, severly damaged and filled with communist symbols retreated, and a few bodies floated on the space:

"Sieg Heil!"

It was than that, out of nowhere a new threat would appear. A huge and very long white cat drifting through the stars, with a tattoo exposing in high letters the initials "PN" and its eyes crimson. The last transmission the Imperial Battleship Ubermensch would receive then came, as one of the bands of griefers and hackers, usually casual gamers that loved to harass those they judged as "fail".

"I'm charging mah lasers!"

The feline exploit controlled by anonymous hackers simply opened its maw, darkness all around, engulfing the very stars as a massive beam of death came from its mouth, dissolving the very center of the Imperial Battleship into nothing as it exploded majestically into the stars, making a lot of noise for something that was supposed to be in vacuum.

However, nothing of such was noticed by Darth Tacgnol, only a huge, boring screen of nothingness. First he wondered if he was dead, if he went into oblivion, until seeing the huge letters in his horizon. "GAME OVER" they were, something extremely strange. Perhaps a mockery of his enemies.

"Show yourself coward!" he then shouted, drawing a pink lightsaber, his voice simply echoing into nowhere, with nothing but darkness and the very words.

It would take him half a day to finally realize he has wasted fifty years of his life in a simulated world, as for pure coincidence a strange message would arrive, from the depths of the real Chaos realm. A message about a Jedi academy in Allanea. The name was familiar enough to trigger the necessary flashbacks of his former life. And then, he spoke to himself:

"I am a real Sith Lord!"

Then his barely used eyes opened, as he saw nothing but the seat where belts held him tight to the chair, and a serum coming to his vein from a extremely thin tube. Strangely, there was no moldy smell or stink, as he remembered that the cleaner nanites were busy, or otherwise he would likely have a worse smell than Nurgle.

His semi-organic muscles only did not atrophy because of all the work of the machines that were part of his cells, or he would barely manage to walk. Looking at his hand, he noticed that it became of a paler brown, and realized that melanin simply faded out of his skin because of so much time he stood without any sunlight. He was no longer like the typical multiracial Solarian because of it, and found it a bit strange as he headed his way out of the basement.

It was time for a trip to Allanea. He could not remember of what would ensue through the Chaos he would travel through, nor that he was the exact antithesis of a wielder of the Force. However, as now he would finally go to the real world, perhaps it was the time for a cosmetic change.

Anti-lipid nanites would easily do the job and convert all the excess of fat into electricity of multiple capacitors connected to his body. Being the lazy man he was, he even forgot to upgrade his body to implant the fat-to-energy augmentation on his cells while he was still a slim man, although that would likely turn him into a walking supercapacitor from his appetite and sedentary preferences.

It actually mattered little, as now perfectly slim, he looked even nerdier than before. If glasses were not obsolete, he would become the real stereotype. Although that was no matter. Now it was time to get a practical lightsaber. An laser with a really high blooming would do the job, although that the "blade" would still extend about fifty meters and the thing would be extremely bulky to wield. Then he found what he wanted, or at least the closest thing to it. A compact continuous electro-laser which was customly framed into a "lightsaber" shape. Nevermind that it was a ranged rather than melee weapon, and that it would actually be more practical than a lightsaber, it still would do the job, at least aesthetically. And if it didn't, shooting electricity (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hdpr-fWK--s) was something certain Siths were famous for.

With all set to go, and a proper black cloak, the man joined a fleet that was inbound to Allanea for trade. Fortunately, as only robots stood there, nobody laughed of him. Eventually he would arrive at where he wanted to...

Forgetting that he has something that is known as the Pariah Gene, and that he should have been among the Orderites rather than among the very antithesis of his capabilities. Trouble was likely to come.

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Darth Tacgnol

(OOC: I'm Sorry for the Fourth Wall, but this is really In-character)

To: Grand Master Elgerio Dax
From: High Chancellor Jake Kenneth Castro of The Commonwealth of the Second Alliance of Human Nations

Grand Master, I have heard the news of your institution's founding and I have to say, I'm watching this unfold with great interest. A number of our allies have the ability to tap into the force, and this unique ability is quite interesting. I have a request for you, Master Jedi, one which may seem strange and possibly unwise, but I must make it.

Master Dax, my people, the sub-species of homo sapien known as the "Second", are not true humans. We were created by another race, known to us as the Artisan, using genetic restoration and augmentation. The species we were originally based off of was destroyed by a cataclysmic event, and the Artisan intervened by taking a wide-band genetic template of our race at the last minute. The minor gaps in the genetic record the Artisan later replaced with their own handiwork. It gave us higher intelligence, faster reflexes, and a brilliant future. Sadly, it also removed our ability to channel the force in the way other races can.

I apologize if the history lesson bored you, it certainly would have bored me, but it is important to understand my request. Our developments in Chernokov radiation emitters and other technologies have allowed us to artificially manufacture abilities that bear some resemblance to those of the force, the manipulation of mass at a distance being the most obvious, though other abilities, such as limited premonition, have also been replicated. My heirs and myself all have access to these abilities, and until now, we have figured things out as they came along in regards to the responsible use of our abilities.

I wish to send one of my grand-nephews, 30th Heir Descendant Daniel Blake, to your world to study the ways of the force. He has proven a quick study with his abilities, though he needs to be given direction and establish a moral compass. We feel your training can help him with that. If he can attend your institute and learn from your instructors, even if he may not be a true 'force' user, I know he will be a better person, and maybe one day, a better ruler. It will also provide us with a better understanding and appreciation of the jedi culture in the political environment of the galaxy.

If you choose to accept him, please try to remember, he physically cannot use the force, so he may not be able to do everything you jedi can do on occasion. He can lift boxes with his emitters, read people's emotions via infrared optic sensor mapping, even determine the future via his mental augmentation and a complex series of algorithms, but it is through technology he can do these things, not a connection to the fibers of the universe. Train him no differently then the others if you take him, but remember, he is a stranger in a strange place, and may need some unconventional training techniques to get him going.

Our technology is not yet capable of the processes necesary to manufacture a lightsaber, but Daniel possesses a carbonized molecular longsword which he will bring with him if you accept him. It can survive the heat of a lightsaber, cut through metal like a hot knife through butter and block a blade of lightsaber energy using it's unique magnetic properties, as well as being the weapon he is most familiar with. The weapon should provide a good proxy for a real lightsaber.

Please respond as soon as you can. Regardless of your answer, I appreciate your reading this message, and wish you all the best of luck with the Order's founding.


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Name: Daniel Blake
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Homeworld: Harvest
Reason for candidacy: He is a fast study, and though he cannot channel the force, his abilities as an augmented heir of the Second Alliance should allow him to stay on par with the class in their studies. He is a hard worker, and though he can be stubborn and frustrating, is a good young man. I request his candidacy so that he can learn of the ways of the force to educate and advise our people intelligently in regards to jedi affairs, as well as develop a stronger moral compass.

Picture will come when I get around to drawing it...

OOC: Ah, nazvalsya gruzdem...

IC:

As the various applicants approached the Temple, they would begin to think its architecture a bit strange. It was a large spire – somewhat looking like the Empire State Building, except with its surface the color of yellowish concrere. But the strange thing was not the architecture per se, but perhaps its location.

Though you would expect such a spire to be located in the middle of a giant city, that was not the case. As a matter of fact, the temple of the Nmeafi was located in the middle of a perfectly untouched nature, as if no roads lead to the place, and it had been somehow lowered from orbit and put in place, instead of constructed the way sane people build buildings.

And indeed, that's precisely how the Allaneans built it – assembled it elsewhere, towed it into orbit and gently lowered it onto its foundation.

Near the base of the tower, multiple small craft were parked in an open field. Near the craft, a pair of figures was noticeable. One was a humanoid, and the other looked more like a penguin with an incredibly sharp beak with a lightsaber on its side.

The humanoid was, of course, Elgerio Dax. The penguinoid was Master Preekweeek Katz, and he was waiting for the new students.

Daniel had been hiking for hours towards the massive building. He had insisted on being dropped off at a distant location so he could get a feel for the planet's enviroment. In retrospect, it was not the wisest of choices considering that there was no road to the temple. Dirt and dust caked his grey cloak as he walked, his duffle over his shoulder.

Inside was only the essentials: a small comm pad so he could keep in touch with the current events of his people while he trained, a simple bedpad in case they lacked basic amnenities, and at the behest of the Chancellor he also had his hardsuit in tow, should he run into any trouble while he was there. At his hip was his monomolecular sword, it's four-foot long blade folded up so the weapon was only a foot long. Despite his augmented strength, he felt every ounce of the weight dragging him down, the long hike having worn on him.

He finally arrived, seeing Masters Dax and Katz standing in front of the structure as he stepped from the treeline towards the two figures. His brown hair was weighed down by a layer of dirt, but his proud green eyes burned as bright as ever.

He set down his pack and bowed towards the two Jedi. He was a little tired, but he repressed the fatigue.

"Master Jedi, I am Daniel Blake, thirtieth Heir Descendant of the Second Alliance. I thank you for allowing me to study under your tutalage despite my inadequacies. I hope to learn much in my studies, hopefully enough to benefit my people in the future. I promise, I will not let you down."

He smiled and shook the dust off of his head before running his hands through his hair. He shrugged.

"I suppose it wasn't such a good idea to hike here in hindsight... it was one rough walk..."

Regina stepped of her shuttle near the building that was going to be her new home. It was a massive building, and she wondered for a minute just how many students were expected. She whirled around, startled by the sound of the engines from her shuttle departing to the waiting cruiser in orbit. Her trip down would be the last of the Holy Imperium she would see in a very long time.

She gazed at the large structure, working up the courage to go on. It made her uncomfortable, and vaguely reminded her of the headquarters of the Offico Astra Telepathica back on Angenteria Prime. Her training there had revealed this new power she held inside her. And that's why she was sent there, to learn more about her gift, and be able to use it effectively. Time spent reading about her "gift" during her trip had revealed some things to her. She was sensitive to something called "the Force" and, with the proper training, she would be able to manipulate it with skill, allowing her to accomplish new tasks and learn abilities an Imperial Psyker could only dream of accomplishing.

But it wasn't going to be easy. She had learned that proper training takes years in order to fully hone and master, and she wondered if she'd ever see her home again. Finally, she decided to go on, and approach the structure.

After about half an hour of walking, she was finally approaching the base, and could make out three figures near each other, surrounded by craft of all types. Had the other students already arrived? No... there was just them. She was strangely sure of it. She approached the trio, and bowed formally.

"Greetings, Masters. I am Regina Darak, and I hope to be able to prove myself to you in the coming days."

Meanwhile...


A Hooded figure sat with his legs crossed near the shuttle bay eyeing the potental Jedi walking from the parked shuttles and to the temple steps.

After eyeing up and down the Man and women walking to the temple he focus on the women who stopped momentary in awe of the Temple.

"Hm?" He thought to himself as he eyes the girl, "She seems no different from the faceless dones looking for Jedi knowlage, but there is something... else."
Maybe it was that nag that drove the man to jump across the 50 foot gap and land with a gracefull "swoosh"

He lighty touchs the diskblade cliped under his robes before he look up at the long walk up to the temple.

"Here we go" he thought to himself with a smile before he trods off after the two.

"Greetings, Mr. Blake – or should I say, Daniel? No matter. What is most necessary as of now is for you to go and get yourself a warm bath and something to eat. One cannot study until one is rested, do you not agree?” - spoke the penguinoid Master Nmeafi, its voice only slightly higher in pitch than that of a human – 'Remember, this is not a mere school – it will be as a family to you, a second home. True, all schools claim that, and some of them are satanic hellholes, but I assure you, this Temple is different. We accept only a limited amount of students – for when you have too many students, you cannot truly care for them. They become 'a class', a crowd. Their faces blur... but I am too talkative by far. Would you want to go immediately to your chambers, young Blake, or would you like to wait here for your fellow padawans?”

Elgerio Dax nodded. “Indeed, my good friend. You talk too much. But wait – more of our candidates appear. You must be young Miss Darak - you would not mind if I call you Regina?”

And then his attention is turned to the third arrival. “And who are you, if I may ask?”

The man's face is partly hidden by his robe when he stops to gaze at the gathering of people outside the temple. He pauses for a moment before he pushes the hood off his face.

Without the hood he appers to be an attractive male with a short cut white hair, dark blue
eyes, and pale skin. The part of his face over and around his right eye is covered by a blue tattoo that seems to glow when people look at it.

He locks eyes with the Jedi who addressed him. "My name is Da`kou" He purred, "Warrior of the Zeison Sha". He pauses for dramtic effect before he boredly looks over the others, waiting for a responce.

"You must be young Miss Darak - you would not mind if I call you Regina?”

Regina looked up at her new Master. So this was the Elgerio Dax she had seen on the pict-caster on her way here. He looked like a competent Jedi master, and probably had more then a few stories to share about his experiences. She was glad to have such a warm and receiving teacher, which was a lot more that could be said about some of her Schola tutors back home.

"Of course not." She said. "I'm your student, after all."

The would-be Sith never paid much attention into comparing his gun with a real lightsaber, as after all, such was everything he could get his hands on. It was certainly bulkier, with green hues marking the electro-laser as the ionized plasma was held inside, and he had no idea of what it was really based upon (http://oliversworkshop.com.p12.hostingprod.com/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/blastaNecron.32505500_std.jpg), which was definitively not a lightsaber.

There was no way to measure how many time he has passed through in the realm of Chaos, although eventually his undisturbed travel would end, as a small glimpse of Chaos would be seen to the vicinity of the planet where the notorious school stood. A teardrop-shaped spaceceship would then emerge, with its slow travel towards the planet. The "Sith" walked through the corridors, and taking an elevator down many floors, as the inner layout of the spacecraft was closer to that of a building than to that of a wet navy ship, he eventually arrived at the wide flight deck with its concave gates currently closed. Taking a ramp among the catwalks that were next to a massive well where the spaceplane stood vertically, he eventually would board smaller but atmosphere-able craft, in wait.

The side hull of the conical spacecraft then opened, as arms pulled the spaceplane to the outer space, very close to the estimated geosynchronous orbit. The Spaceplane then began its descent into the atmosphere, with the tracking of the specific building given by its systems, while Darth Tacgnol simply sat and held tight, letting the artificial intelligence handle to job of atmospheric entry and eventually of landing. His arrival has been quite different from the usual, as the spacecraft lifted it nose and prepared to descent, unleashing massive heat and a heavy turbulence unto the young man as it crossed the Karman line and entered the atmosphere of the planet. The fusion aerospike engines would basically signal its presence clearly, although that the identifications and symbols on the spaceplane and spacecraft were clear, and the Allaneans knew where they came from. The spaceplane then flew at a high speed, making a rapid descent to lower altitudes. By about half of the way down, it would then shift to decelerating the fall speed, as powerful vertical thrusters were activated. In a fancy maneuver worthy of a moon landing veteran, it softly decelerated next to the bay, scorching some of its concrete with the massive heat of its thrusters, and finally descended next to the school in the middle of nowhere.

He then placed his "saber" underslung at his back, and began to make his way towards the outside, where many seemed to be gathered. Little he knew that his very presence would be unsettling for all of them, and in his ignorance, he continued to head towards those who seemed to be the masters of the place, who were half hundred meters ahead. A pariah gene bearer, the walking bane of all that is psychic, in the middle of a Jedi academy, thinking foolishly that he was a Sith because of decades with his consciousness away from real life, only meant one thing: serious trouble and a load of confusion.

His eyes show a moment of amusement as he raises his brow at the women. "Regina?" he purred her name. While looking between her and her new master. "Student?" he asked aloud.

"But she is not a child" He smiles slighty at this thought., "Well things 'have' changed from the storys"

Regina perked an eyebrow as this idol comment from the man who introduced himself as "Da`kou", amusement fluttering in his eyes. While a student of the Jedi arts, Regina was already an adept Psyker according to Imperial standards, thanks to her training in the Offico Astra Telepathica. She looked toward him, something of a smile forming on her face.

"That's right. After all, you don't go to an academy to sip wine and eat finger-food. Are you not a student here as well?"

Da`Kou gives a small chuckle at her comment. "Please forgive me" He said with a smile "You will have to understand the storys my people tell of the Jedis" His blue eyes moves over to look at Regina. "Also I must praise your abilitys as a Psyker" He thought to himself.

"And hopefully, these kind masters" he waves his hand to the two. "Will find me as an execption to become a student." He chuckles before saying. "I believe I may like it here" he stares at the girl with a smile before turning his gaze to the masters.

The young heir smiled and bowed towards the penguinoid, filtering through his second aspect until he found a name "I will wait here, Master Katz. Thank you for your hospitality."

Daniel looked over the others now with them and bowed towards them, dust falling off his head comically. He righted himself and smiled politely. "I'm most pleased to meet you, Regina, Da'kou. Allow me to introduce myself: I am Daniel Blake. I look forward to studying with you all."

As he spoke, his eyes lit up bright blue, illuminated from the inside by a series diodes. The glowing eyes indicated the use of his advanced optic filters, namely the quantum optics that can measure incorporeal fields of energy and indeed all those around possessed the illusive aura of a force user. Things were looking up. Then he saw Tacgnol. His field was strange, unique. Namely, nonexistant. Like a black hole of sensory readings. There was something very unnatural about this new arrival. He made a note for the future and stowed it away silently in his third aspect, his eyes turning green once more as the diodes clicked off.

Regina nodded at Da`Kou. She wasn't exactly sure what to make of him, but he seemed well-intentioned enough. Silently, she noted the mind-shield that sprung up over his mental defenses. (OOC: I'm trying to keep away from anything pyker- related, so I can focus on the Force exclusively. I just needed an excuse for a 40k-like character to appear in a Star Wars-like place. But the overall influence is still there.)

Turning to look at the landing field around him, she was surprised to notice a newcomer walking towards them. Unlike the others, however, a lump of dread began to form in her chest. This man positively reeked of contact with unnatural, and she didn't like. She turned away from this man.

"Emperor protect me." She mouthed. She still followed Angenterian faith to the letter, as she was brought up all her life.

"Pleased to meet you, Regina, Da'kou. I am Daniel Blake. I look forward to studying with you all."
She turned to look at Daniel, who had interrupted her train of thought. She smiled, and nodded in confirmation.

Da`kou gives the Daniel a wave as he approched him. "My, my" He purred while walking "This school gets more and more interesting"

The diskblade in his robes becomes visble as he moves them to his side with a wave of his hand. He seems not to notice the blade on his belt as he gazes from one person to the next.


While gazeing his mind was processing the newcomer. He knew of his existance by the time he got out of his ship but did not who or what he was. "This is puzzleing" He thought to himself as he gazed over to the other two. Seeing that they has "see" him to know he was there amused him somewhat. "Lets just play the fool for now" He purred in is head.

Angelica, wearing the traditional white and gray robes of her order (which included an iron cross across her cloak) entered the academy, looking around curiously. She had arrived earlier that day on a small shuttle, cursing the powers to be that she was sent so far from home anyway. Despite her martial prowess, she looked timid as she crossed into the main hall unsure of what to think of all these other force users...

((OOC: Basically, imagine her wearing a sci-fi version of this, minus the helmet and the shield and replacing the sword with a lightsaber: http://www.medievalfantasiesco.com/KnightlyAttire/MR100870.jpg ))

"But where are my manners" Da`kou said to the smaller master "Your students come first, I will be waiting in your temple while you settle these two in" He gives the two masters a formal bow before heading off to the temple entrance.


Upon entering he eyes another young girl. "Oh?" He muttered while eyeing the cross on her robes. "Looks like I'm not the only one who is far from home" He chuckled to himself. Giveing the girl a small smile and wave as he passes, he continues on his way to explore the temple.

Beware the Sith Order.

Dead maybe?

Fear the Sith Order

That doesn't answer my question. >.>

if it is then they will all die! the Sith will rule the galaxy

OOC: If it is not too late, I would like to send one of my Samurai (Grey Knights who prefer japanese style rankings) to help teach some of the more advanced classes at your academy. They use a small amount of Dark Side powers as a way to bolster their ability to fight the dark side, but their knowledge of the shadows between dark and light allows them to better fight the darkness.

If so, then please let me know, and I will post his stats here.

OCC: If its not to late the Chazakians wish to send several promising force users to your temple.I'll post stats later.