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The sunise was beautiful today. It was everyday but especialy today. The crimson rays piercing the coulds cast intricate and beautiful shadows as they struck the delicate form of the Imovable Forces academey.

Master Caex Vrak(sword child) stood in the assembly hall, its walls glowing red as the sunlight shon in thrugh the crystal domeed roof. Around him stood a few of the other masters, mostly hailing from the Vari galaxy, all of whom were looking out of a window, over the walls of the academey, into the forest beyond.
"Do you supose they're strong enugh to hold back the Draccanica?" Caex said as a few trees near the wall vibrated omonusly
"Of course, I helped in thier construction rember" said Master Julious, a hunter from the shadow species alliance

The masters continued to stare out the window and discus the world and after a further few minuits they turned as one to see a shade (also from TSSA, my other nation, YAY diversity) stood in the middle of the hall, he was panting heavily as thoe he had run the length of the academey. It turned out he had. He had been sent to inform the Masters that the finishing touches had been completed to the building and the comunications becon was now active.
"Good, where is Master Draco?"
"I don't know master, I'v seen him around but I have been busy with the builders"
"Very well, take this to the comunications becon and send it"
"Yes master" the shade said, again running off to complete his task.

10 minuits later the shade slid the data crystal into a slot in the becon room, set the message to repete and walked out the room to leave the becon to do its work.

Across the stars the message pulsed Childen of the force we call you. We can teach you, we can help you, we can guide you. The imoveable force calls you, come to us.

The Imovable force academey is now open. If you are force sensative and wish to enhance your knowledge of the anchient power then come to us at the atached co-ordinates. All species and religions welcome. All alighnments welcome.

OOC THREAD HERE (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=574997)

James Burton arrived in the spaceflight. Thanking the operator, he disembarked into the acadamy. OOC: Where are we all meeting?

Children of the force we call you. We can teach you, we can help you, we can guide you. The immovable force calls you, come to us.

The Immovable force academy is now open. If you are force sensitive and wish to enhance your knowledge of the ancient power then come to us at the attached co-ordinates. All species and religions welcome. All alignments welcome.

Zxero was floating through space, like he had been for years ever since he had left F&D Prime III. He briefly reflected on what had happened there and why he had left. He had disagreed with his masters after a particularly hard mission in the outer regions, he had lost his pawadan in that mission...

A console beeped.

Zxero blinked, he was receiving a message. After checking it over he punched in the galactic coordinates and prepared to travel. A new academy he thought as the stars stretched out before him full of new opportunities...


occ: You really need to work on your spelling, I suggest firefox(automatic spellchecker) or putting your posts in microsoft word then actually posting them.

ooc: I know... never was good at it
And it's kinda just as you arive your greated

IC: "Ah you must be James Burton" Caex said, striding forward, his black cape billowing behind him and extending a hand "Welcome to Imovable forces"

Burton shook the mands hand. "Yes, I am James Burton. Whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?"

"Master Caex Vrak, Head of the academy, also a teacher of the spiritualist meditation methods. I'll be taking you to your quaters so you can get settled, there will be an asembly soon" the Dragona said, shufling his wings slightly as, with a wave of his hand, James lugage lifted slightly of the cround "Shall we?" he said and turned to walk back along the marble path leading thrugh the tranquil guardens.

Wurunwa-vrak
Approach

The bridge of the Divine Justice was silent as the ship silently, yet quickly approached it's destination. Bridge officers and navigation servitors moved two and fro, delivering usual status reports and course corrections as it slipped through the Warp. The ship's captain sat in his command chair, observing his bridge as it moved. He turned his attention to an officer, who was approaching him.

"Captain." He reported. "We are approaching our destination, and shall be arriving within the hour."

The Captain nodded. "Very good, lieutenant. Inform the passenger that it's almost time to depart."

"Yes, sir." The officer replied, saluting.
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Passenger Compartment

Jenna Sharben sat quietly on the floor of her passenger's cabin, deep in thought. It had only been a few short months since her life had changed completely, but she was already getting used to it. She was told by the psykers on her homeworld that she was a "Force Sensitive", whatever that meant. Supposedly, she was the second person in the entire Holy Imperium to have this ability. She wasn't told what happened to the first, and she didn't dare ask. In the Holy Imperium, asking too many questions wasn't exactly...healthy.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden feeling. She looked up, but there was nobody there. She stood up, and paced over to the door, and pressed a button on the keypad. The door slid open, revealing a Navy crewman, clad in their usual black uniforms. His hand was on the opposite keypad, about to ring the door chime. How did she know that he was there?

Recovering quickly from the initial surprise, the officer straightened up. "We're approaching the planet now, miss." He said.

Jenna nodded her thanks, and the officer left. Jenna could sense confusion in him, and again wondered how she knew that. Most likely, it had something to do with her gift.

She composed herself. She sensed her life was about to change even more.

"Well." She said to herself. "This is it."

Looking back at her cabin for a moment, and taking a second to gather her belongings, Jenna Sharben stepped out into the corridor.
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Bridge

"Captain, we're coming out of the Warp now."

There was a small shudder as the Divine Justice made the transition to real-space.

"Incoming transmission." An officer reported.

Children of the force we call you. We can teach you, we can help you, we can guide you. The immovable force calls you, come to us.

The Immovable force academy is now open. If you are force sensitive and wish to enhance your knowledge of the ancient power then come to us at the attached co-ordinates. All species and religions welcome. All alignments welcome.

The bridge was silent as the message was repeated over and over to them. Finally, the Captain gestured with his hand, and the transmission cut.

"What do you think they mean, sir?" An officer asked.

"I don't know." The Captain admitted. "Psyker-babble, most likely."

The officer nodded, turning his attention to a flashing rune on his console. "Captain, the hangar reports that the shuttle has departed and is en route."
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Wurunwa-vrak

The shuttle touched down onto the surface with a soft thud, it's landing gear making contact with the ground. The boarding ramp slid out, hitting the ground. Jenna Sharben stepped out, her feet touching the earth for the first time in a while, and observed the place that would become her new home. It was certainly impressive, that was for sure.

She sighed, and took her first steps toward it. Behind her, she heard the shuttle departing. She turned to watch it go, and recounted that this may very well be the last of the Holy Imperium she would see in a long time.

"Okay." Burton followed the master, looking around at his new home.

Furcas Re'Elsa stepped slowly, somewhat unsteadily, off the Galaxy Flyut, the interstellar spacecraft arranged for him by his Jedi discoverers. He had never been to space before, and though he had heard much about it's dangers from passing spacers, hadn't even begun to imagine how strange the journey would be, especially for someone like him. To be speeding through such a vast, totally dead area chilled his bones.

Gazing around with his lifeless eyes, Furcas fingered the edge of one of the several long Vibroknives inside one of his many pockets as he began to sense the energies of figures around him. Unlike the relatively familiar life signatures of the people on his home planet of Ravea, these force-users were full of extremely complex energies that Furcas couldn't even begin to describe.

A whole academy full of these Jedi... Furcas silently rattled off a prayer to the Earth Mother to protect him from what dangers could be hiding here. His people were only semi-skilled in the ways of the force, and were nothing compared to a full fledged Jedi knight; he hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself in front of the entire academy.

Wurunwa-vrak

The shuttle touched down onto the surface with a soft thud, it's landing gear making contact with the ground. The boarding ramp slid out, hitting the ground. Jenna Sharben stepped out, her feet touching the earth for the first time in a while, and observed the place that would become her new home. It was certainly impressive, that was for sure.

She sighed, and took her first steps toward it. Behind her, she heard the shuttle departing. She turned to watch it go, and recounted that this may very well be the last of the Holy Imperium she would see in a long time.

A shade (centaur) cloped up to Jenna "Greetings child" he said in a dry croak, his white main fulturing in the slight breeze "I am master Korvas, master of crystal imbuing. I have been asked by the headmaster to show you too your quaters, you ARE Ms Sharben aren't you?"

"Okay." Burton followed the master, looking around at his new home.
The pair entered the building ,the lugage floating along behind "This is the entrace hall, it leads to the rest of the facility. There are data terminals everywhere around here, they all have maps and theres one in your room." Caex said as he turned down one of several coridors branching off from the large circular room that was lit with dim yellow-orange light shining downh from hiden points in the roof.

As they went Caex pointed out various key points such as the librery and assembly hall before they finaly emerged into a large forested area with tranquil clearings, a flowing stream and a fair few giant trees. Leading the way to a flight of steps and pointed to the floor above, the lugage drifted up and rested next to a door a little way away for the stairs "I have to go back to the landing pad, there are yet more students to greet. Do you have any questions?"

Furcas Re'Elsa stepped slowly, somewhat unsteadily, off the Galaxy Flyut, the interstellar spacecraft arranged for him by his Jedi discoverers. He had never been to space before, and though he had heard much about it's dangers from passing spacers, hadn't even begun to imagine how strange the journey would be, especially for someone like him. To be speeding through such a vast, totally dead area chilled his bones.

Gazing around with his lifeless eyes, Furcas fingered the edge of one of the several long Vibroknives inside one of his many pockets as he began to sense the energies of figures around him. Unlike the relatively familiar life signatures of the people on his home planet of Ravea, these force-users were full of extremely complex energies that Furcas couldn't even begin to describe.

A whole academy full of these Jedi... Furcas silently rattled off a prayer to the Earth Mother to protect him from what dangers could be hiding here. His people were only semi-skilled in the ways of the force, and were nothing compared to a full fledged Jedi knight; he hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself in front of the entire academy.

"Furcas Re'Elsa I presume?" Master Julious said in a tone that was perhapse a little too intimidating and steped forward, his armor clinking slightly as he steped forward "I am master Julious, co-saber trainer here at the academy, welcome."

Furcas focused his inner eyes on Julious, examining his life force closely. It was easily one of the most vibrant and brightest he had ever seen, although he expected such from an illustrious Jedi Master. What power he has! Nervously, he gave a short bow.

"It's an honor to meet you, Master. I look forward to learning under you, and I hope I don't disappoint you. I must say, I have little experience with the lightsaber of the Jedi; I prefer more archaic means of combat. Of course, I am sure that through your teachings I can become more skilled."

A shade (centaur) cloped up to Jenna "Greetings child" he said in a dry croak, his white main fulturing in the slight breeze...

Jenna turned, turning her eyes away from the departing shuttle as it disappeared behind the clouds, moving out of sight. Turning, she expected some sort of person to greet her, but she didn't expect this. The alien greeting her was a sort of half-man, half horse combination, something she had never seen before.

"I am master Korvas, master of crystal imbuing. I have been asked by the headmaster to show you too your quaters, you ARE Ms Sharben aren't you?"

Jenna, recovering from the initial sight, gave a formal bow. "Y-Yes, Master." She uttered. "I am Ms. Sharben."

ooc: I now has an ill :( Still, won't stop me posting !!

It's an honor to meet you, Master. I look forward to learning under you, and I hope I don't disappoint you. I must say, I have little experience with the lightsaber of the Jedi; I prefer more archaic means of combat. Of course, I am sure that through your teachings I can become more skilled."
"I like you already" Julious said, smiling under his faceplate/helmet "This way then" with a wave of his hand the lugade that
Furcas had braught lifted into the air and began to drift behind the two as they walked

Jenna, recovering from the initial sight, gave a formal bow. "Y-Yes, Master." She uttered. "I am Ms. Sharben."

"Good, come with me, I shall lead you to your quaters, your lucky yours look over the crystal gardens. Are you able to move your belongings with you or would like some assistance?"

Ati Rupam shook her head as the Pacifier went out of SPEC. Being "stretched" by space and time hadn't done wonders for her complexion. She started to think that she should have gone in an Ox or maybe a Clydesdale. But no. That wouldn't nearly be as fun. She docked and disembarked.

"Yes sir, I have a question. When will we get our lightsabers?"

With the usual utter lack of fanfare, the ORV Harbinger of Terminal Inconvenience splashed into existence a few hundred kilometers above the planet's surface. Sitting idly for a moment, it carefully calibrated its quench gun before launching a single shell towards the planet's surface and disappearing again into the Mobius Continuum.

Shrieking towards the planet's surface, the shell smacked into the earth with a surprisingly uneventful impact, burying itself in a small crater and raising a tiny mushroom cloud of dust. Rising from its earthly tomb, the "shell" hovered tentatively above the ground before shrieking off towards its destination: The Jedi Academy.

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Halting with the crash of a small sonic boom, the Avatar entered the complex at a polite clip, lowering its altitude so that the resident organics could converse with ease.

OOC: Gargh, running out of names!!! come on Thrashia, your a master too.

Ati Rupam shook her head as the Pacifier went out of SPEC. Being "stretched" by space and time hadn't done wonders for her complexion. She started to think that she should have gone in an Ox or maybe a Clydesdale. But no. That wouldn't nearly be as fun. She docked and disembarked.

Master Tashichi, a female dragona of considerable stature, slender build and silvery scale colour, steped forward to great Ati, the 6 light sabers hanging from her belt clinking as she went*
"Ati Rupam?" she asked in a musical voice as she stoped before her, his black cape still flaping faintly in the breeze revealing a sheathed sword and several knives also attached to her robes.

"Yes sir, I have a question. When will we get our lightsabers?"
Caex stoped, turned and smiled "Ah, so your eager eh? Worry not child, lightsabers are things of deadly elagence and beauty and to truely own one you must build it. It will take no more than a week with the knowledge of Masters Korvas, Quing and Tashichi at your disposal. And above all, you must have paitence.

Now is there anything else?"

With the usual utter lack of fanfare, the ORV Harbinger of Terminal Inconvenience splashed into existence a few hundred kilometers above the planet's surface. Sitting idly for a moment, it carefully calibrated its quench gun before launching a single shell towards the planet's surface and disappearing again into the Mobius Continuum.

Shrieking towards the planet's surface, the shell smacked into the earth with a surprisingly uneventful impact, burying itself in a small crater and raising a tiny mushroom cloud of dust. Rising from its earthly tomb, the "shell" hovered tentatively above the ground before shrieking off towards its destination: The Jedi Academy.

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Halting with the crash of a small sonic boom, the Avatar entered the complex at a polite clip, lowering its altitude so that the resident organics could converse with ease.

Two hunter knights and a dragona knight leapt into action imediatly after hearing the sonic boom and feeling the rush of midi-clorians, thier sabers flashing out as they entered combat stances, then quicky doing the oposite when they saw what it was that was the source of both.

An elderly human walked up to avatar, bowing his head slightly, saying "so you must be the force sensative droid eh?"

"I like you already" Julious said, smiling under his faceplate/helmet "This way then" with a wave of his hand the lugade that Furcas had braught lifted into the air and began to drift behind the two as they walked.

"Allow me, sir!" In a small bid to impress his new master, Furcas reached out with his own mind, relieving the slight weight that the luggage put on Julious as he rose it in to the air and spun it around lazily. Levitation was a skill that Furcas had unusually developed at a very early age. On his home planet, while every man, woman, and child had the ability to see the Force, very few had the power to manipulate it. Those few that could were simply called "movers," and were often recruited by passing Jedi and inducted into their ranks. Furcas was one of the most advanced student on the planet.

He gazed around the academy, taking in all of the students; a few were human, or near human like himself, but some were extremely alien, putting Furcas somewhat on edge. He sensed what could only be a droid a ways away, but felt also what could only be the Force pulsing through it. Pushing the thoughts of how such a being could exist out of his mind, he focused again on the tasks at hand.

Low Orbit
A ship was screaming through the skies, from a closer look one could see it was a personal craft, belonging to someone in United Federation Army, it was sting-ray shaped, with a steel-blue paint to it. However the ship was doomed, it had failed to deploy it's air flaps and was now rocketing out of control towards the jedi academy. Mere moments after it was spotted, it crashed into the outskirts of the temple grounds. After the dust had settled, a lone figure stumbled out of the ship, a Young oblivionate, the specices of reptillian hunters on oblivion, he took three fragile steps, and then collapsed.

There is no more volatile environment than the Warp, specially for someone who had a glint of paranormal. The malevolent entities residing in such universe were always pleased to corrupt another psychic to their ranks, to fed upon their fears and thoughts, on their very essence, and that made travel through such realm extremely dangerous for people gifted with the sixth sense, or with something else beyond the natural, physical senses of most. Amidst the streams of Chaos, the wailing and crackling laughters of ancient shadows, the very patron of sorcerers, Tzeentch, awaited for a new unwilling disciple. Yet somehow she has not fallen. All she could see was the chaotic outside of her vessel, for she was in a manner, the very vessel that transported her. It was considered a patrol combatant, a specialized spacecraft with a higher thrust-to-mass ratio than usual at the expense of firepower, capable of extremely high accelerations, even though officially it was an exploratory vessel. The ETS A Wizard Did It had a hot situation behind, for a Thousand Sons' battleship was after her, for they wanted to take her.

She could feel the torment, the nearly unbearable sense of being oppressed, the lack of breath, the piercing pain on her heart, the tingling of feeling someone was right behind her no matter how it was physically impossible for such thing to happen. Sometimes she nearly wished to give up, but despite how everything could be bypassed in logic and common sense in a realm like it, she was slowly outrunning the battleship after her. Six lenses with a significantly large diameter were currently suspended around the conical, mostly ice-covered hull of her craft like turrets, from where beams of shifting colors flickered towards the chaser, attempting to damage it... and yet they barely managed to put a dent, for there there were no physical laws, only pure will, and she was only one against an infinity of ancient and powerful entities, and yet her will was sufficient to allow her desperate escape. Ultraviolet laser beams which were strangely visible, dozens missiles and projectiles were shot against the chaser, while she continually maneuvered at Gs that would splatter any man, seeing with worry the flashes of lances nearly hitting the fragile hull of her craft.

I will get through she insisted to herself as suddenly the battleship began to close in, and it was very difficult to attempt predicting its heading or to think clearly when one's thoughts were occupied with the risk of an energy bolt, projectile or beam hitting her craft at any moment. The battleship still seemed untouchable, like if the Chaos gods were playing with her despair at the situation, and sometimes it seemed they were only shooting against her craft to induce her to desperation rather than to destroy it, and yet she did not risk stopping the maneuvers through all the three dimensions of space. Then she realized why they were closing in to the side of her thrust vector and nearly lost control from despair.

Not this!

Massive, hulking objects were fired. They were attempting to board her vessel. And she would stand no chance fighting against Chaos Space Marines, even with all the automated defense systems onboard. The beams, gauss autocannons and missile launch cells suddenly changed their focus, as they were fired against the boarding missiles with greatest likelihood of hitting the ETS A Wizard Did It. Multiple empty explosions came, as rubble flew through the nether realm, and everything began to become confused. Too many light and heat sources to be filtered for a fraction of a second suddenly vanished, as five of the battleship boarding missiles were destroyed and the others no longer posed a threat. It was getting on her nerves, but for now she did it. Then suddenly she began to feel it could finally come to a closure. Her senses did not betray her, there was a potential overlay to exit such realm of Chaos pretty close to her position, even though in chaos even one's location could randomly shift at any moment for no logical reason. Yet lances were coming very close, and she knew that at such rate it was a matter of time before mere probability would ensure them to hit her vessel. Three hundred-sixty degrees awareness had its downsides, and one of them was to see the impending doom in situations like this, as while it allowed greater chances of survival, it also increased the fear threshold.

Somehow she escaped a second before a lance would impact with the hull of the patcom. It was finally over, as she had her baptism of fire in reality, seeing how everything was different from the silly but safe digital world she has lived years ago. Back to a more material universe at least, she saw as for a brief moment, the wailing, cackling and grunts of Chaos emerged in their full might towards the Materium, but quickly vanished. She then came to the most obvious question one would think about:

Where am I?

A question briefly answered as she could sense it... it was there, certainly it was. It was not easy to describe what she felt, only that she knew that The Force was concentrated in the alien world she saw, the very center of it being suddenly focused.

Time for optical scans.

And thus her sight changed, as like staring into the feed of a satellite, she observed the figure of the planet zooming in. It was the automated astrogation deck doing its service with its telescopes able to see beyond the layers of transparent ice and to scan the entire environment all-around the vessel in a matter of seconds, one of the many decks of the vessel in its tower-like layout of decks, where the few human-walkable floors, with rooms usually shaped like if they were built inside a silo rather than inside a wet navy vessel, were parallel rather than perpendicular to the axis of main thrust. Thus she saw first the continents, and then regions, until finally the zoomed area became the bird's eye view of a large forest, with a sort of splendorous, somewhat crystalline construction at the center.

My destination. I just hope that the Red Side of the Force actually exists.

An opportunity like such could not be missed, but A Wizard Did It could not enter atmosphere by its own because A Wizard Did It was not aerodynamic and would collapse. Instead she knew what had to be done, and as it suddenly became self-sufficient, piloting itself rather than letting her pilot it, but suddenly stopping to accelerate and let inertia alone guide it towards its direction, she saw now the opening of the suspension chamber her body was put at to stand the gravities. She first saw the poorly lit catwalks around a cylindrical wall, and seeing how it was more convenient, she gave a very slight move with her legs and began to hover towards the ceiling. Nearly twisting her entire body to the side once she managed to grab the new floor of her orientation with her hands, she then turned "upside down" and stepped over it. The layout was a bit confusing for those unaware of a spaceman design, for there was no clear indication of what was wall, what was floor and what was ceiling, and if it had a dining room, one would expect to see tables on the walls and on the ceiling, and people eating normally in them with no nausea. Thus she made her way "up", literally swimming in the air due to the low gravity. The mechanical counterpressure suit had its own thrusters, but she could do it with her own body if necessary. Suddenly she spotted a cylindrical room in the middle of the tall chamber, with many catwalks in all directions and multiple floors. Inside it, in a case, lied a sort of suit. It was bulkier than her for sure, but it seemed elegant and allowed for her face to appear. Anatomically, it was totally improper for a normal human to wear, but she did not live in a planet like them. There was a circular podium, and she knew that all she had to do was to stood at it. A couple of mechanical arms then undressed her space suit, and she felt a bit uneasy at the moment as it was all the she wore. Yet they were just machines, and quickly they outfitted her with the new suit. In some ways it felt like a second skin. An white, seemingly tight fitting suit and some boots much thicker than her nearly child-like feet for planetary human standards. It seemed like she wore an aquarium over her head, totally transparent. It made her looks strangely like an alien from a B-movie, and she laughed to herself as she thought about it. She had to calm down a bit after the tenseness she just went through minutes ago, but everything seemed ready.

Walking seemed much easier than before with the suit, to the point she felt no tiredness at all, not even a hint of it. Of course it would change once she reached atmosphere, but for now all she had to do was one thing. to ascend, or more exactly, descend towards the docking bay in such massive areas, taking an elevator inside the vessel. As it opened, she saw it. A spaceplane was standard-issue for any exploratory vessel, yet what type of spaceplane was something that varied a lot. For her it was an old, retrofitted Navsombre transport spaceplane, of the sort that tended to be used only for landing in hostile atmospheres because although in space it was as detectable as anything, in atmosphere it was very difficult to be detected, but still she has chosen it because it looked an interesting vessel. All back, with an aesthetic that seemed to combine a SR-71 Blackbird of eons ago with the very small wings and steamlined design of a spaceplane, it was quite lousy for maneuvering, but it did a good job.

Reaching its main flight control deck, as one of the rare Solarian crafts that still had transparent areas for a direct line of sight to the outer space in its canopy, she sat tight in the only pilot seat and looked at how it had no control interfaces of any type, no joystick, no screens. Of course, once she sat down everything became clear, for everything interfaced directly with her own mind. And thus she saw the opening of the massive hatch of its flight deck, as ice was dislocated and thrown in inertial headings through the space, and she saw the planet to the side. Using lateral thrusters she moved the spaceplane to the outside, as the hatch closed again and ice began to slowly cover it. It was then that she set for an atmospheric entry. It would take a couple of minutes, nothing for someone used to slower than light travels that could take decades. Its nose pitched up in an high inclination angle, and soon it began to struggle against the atmosphere as the underside began to heat significantly and nearly lit in flames, and she trembled with the turbulence of such entry for some seconds.

Nothing happened. Now what is to expect?

And thus finally, she used lift fans and thrusters as the spaceplane began its vertical landing in a vacant pad, emitting a massive quantity of heat from its fusion-powered aerospike engine and maneuvering thrusters. It would thus begin. She walked through a few decks, until finally standing next to a still closed platform. It began to slowly incline downwards, revealing to her what was next, who would greet her, and who were these who claimed to be an Immovable Force. And most important of all, if there was a master, or how they used to call such, "Comrade" of the Red Side of the Force.

Tonvere's eyes snapped open, his arm flung across the room, sending the robot with the pistol to his forehead flying across the room, hurled by some unknown force.
"HK. I expect you to take more planning in your work."
The robot, standing up without care for it's recent mano-a-mano with a solid object responded in his typical way.
"Statement: I have to try anything, Master. Something has to work. Apology: I shall try harder in future."
The Jedi sat up on the standard bedroll he had been sleeping, bullet holes and blood stains marking it's use. "Are we arrived yet?"
"Answer: Yes sir. I thought it prudent to kill you now as you would have been tired from the strains of light travel. You meatbags are like that."
"Very well. Dock us down there will you?" He slipped on the overpieces of his armor. "And then you can go back to command."
"Protest: But master, how will I kill you from Command?"
"You won't, thats the point." The hunter-killer make a very good emulation of a sigh.
"Resolved statement: Very well, master. I shall use the time to plan."
"You do that."

OOC: Sorry for the short post, but I gotta fly.

"Droid?" The voice emanated somewhere near the front- at least, the near end- of the shiny black ball, a slight German accent evident. "Feh. Such a primitive term. I am A(FS)X-5421, a self-sentient Avatar of the Otagian Regency. You may call me Bob."

The Avatar's hull tilted slightly, observing the descent and crash of an incoming vessel. "Hmm. That seemed painful. Hope nothing important was damaged. Someone should probably take a look at that."

The fabric of space and time ripped as the Golden System exited the wormhole releasing a large amount of energy/radiation around the system's 5th planet. Zxero piloted the craft towards his detestation in the inner system. He noted the large amounts of wormhole paths to the system and the few leaving out of it. A natural choke point he thought as he reached the planet. He checked all of his systems, and started broadcasting a message asking for permission to land at the spaceport nearest to the supposed Jedi academy.

In orbit above Force Academy

The small patrol ship was practically impossible to detect. Its hull was made from black stealth-armor, which made it difficult to see with both the naked eye or sensors. Which is just how Vlad preferred things. The ship had gotten him out of more than once mess in the last ten years, and had saved his life when its sentient AI control had been there just in the nick of time. Now it was getting a break from all that excitement, delivering Vlad to the new Force Academy that the Emperor had ordered him to teach at. Part of a good-will gesture to those outside the Galactic Empire...but in truth, a total mind-ache for Grand Master Vladimir Draco (http://fc65.deviantart.com/fs29/f/2008/052/8/d/Heeda_Tsaa_revisited_by_siegfried005.jpg).

Vlad stepped out of the fresher feeling as if his body had been renewed after a long period of meditation. He walked over to his closet and looked it over. He could choose to wear his Imperial Knight red armour, or his Jedi-esque comfort robes. He chose the later, if but only so he didn't upset any of the students nor get a mouth-chew from the Emperor when he sent back his reports. No one wanted to get chewed out by his Excellency, it wasn't pleasant. Vlad threw on his clothes, strapped on his weapon belt and lightsaber, and then headed to the cockpit.

The ship broke atmosphere a few minutes later and was headed towards the fortress-monastery that had been turned into the Force Academy. It was a massive complex that reminded Vlad of the time he'd come across Jabba the Hutt's old palace on Tatooine. Only difference being the trees and green on the ground.

He landed at a pad on the rear entrance side of the complex reserved for, so the landing controller had said, was for the express use of teachers at the academy, which was good since the last thing he needed was some karking-dumb youngling messing with his ship. The ship came in smooth as could be and the landing gear touched down.

Vlad grabbed a large duffel bag and headed down the ramp of his ship to enter the praxium. A caretaker droid was waiting for him at the end of the ramp. It bowed and started talking to him. "Welcome Master Draco, you've been expected. Can I do anything to help you unpack?"

"There is a two-ton crate in the hold of my ship. Get it out and have it sent to my teaching room, wherever that is, and then lead me to the Headmaster," Vlad said.

"Good, come with me, I shall lead you to your quaters, your lucky yours look over the crystal gardens. Are you able to move your belongings with you or would like some assistance?"

"No, I can manage." She replied, carrying her belongings in a small bag. It wasn't much, just the necessities. Students shouldn't be treated like royalty. "The Emperor provides." She said, more to herself then the master leading her. Even though she owned little to nothing, she could at least keep her faith.

A question popped into her mind as she followed the Jedi. "Uhh, master? What are the crystal gardens?"

"Allow me, sir!" In a small bid to impress his new master, Furcas reached out with his own mind, relieving the slight weight that the luggage put on Julious as he rose it in to the air and spun it around lazily.
"Thank you . So then what are you looking forward to most?" Julious asked as they entered the entrance hall, following the path Caex had just a few minuits before.

Low Orbit
A ship was screaming through the skies, from a closer look one could see it was a personal craft, belonging to someone in United Federation Army, it was sting-ray shaped, with a steel-blue paint to it. However the ship was doomed, it had failed to deploy it's air flaps and was now rocketing out of control towards the jedi academy. Mere moments after it was spotted, it crashed into the outskirts of the temple grounds. After the dust had settled, a lone figure stumbled out of the ship, a Young oblivionate, the specices of reptillian hunters on oblivion, he took three fragile steps, and then collapsed. (*Sigh* so much writing and ship crashed, too much effort to make a teacher for everyone..) The 3 knights that had initialy reacted to the sudden arival of A(FS)X-5421 ran over to the crash site. One raised the ship, or what was left of it, and placed it on a landing pad while the other 2 took the pilot to the medi-bay.


And thus finally, she used lift fans and thrusters as the spaceplane began its vertical landing in a vacant pad, emitting a massive quantity of heat from its fusion-powered aerospike engine and maneuvering thrusters. It would thus begin. She walked through a few decks, until finally standing next to a still closed platform. It began to slowly incline downwards, revealing to her what was next, who would greet her, and who were these who claimed to be an Immovable Force. And most important of all, if there was a master, or how they used to call such, "Comrade" of the Red Side of the Force.
(see further down)
Tonvere's eyes snapped open, his arm flung across the room, sending the robot with the pistol to his forehead flying across the room, hurled by some unknown force.
"HK. I expect you to take more planning in your work."
The robot, standing up without care for it's recent mano-a-mano with a solid object responded in his typical way.
"Statement: I have to try anything, Master. Something has to work. Apology: I shall try harder in future."
The Jedi sat up on the standard bedroll he had been sleeping, bullet holes and blood stains marking it's use. "Are we arrived yet?"
"Answer: Yes sir. I thought it prudent to kill you now as you would have been tired from the strains of light travel. You meatbags are like that."
"Very well. Dock us down there will you?" He slipped on the overpieces of his armor. "And then you can go back to command."
"Protest: But master, how will I kill you from Command?"
"You won't, thats the point." The hunter-killer make a very good emulation of a sigh.
"Resolved statement: Very well, master. I shall use the time to plan."
"You do that."

OOC: Sorry for the short post, but I gotta fly.
(its ok, but you should RP your landing soon..)
"Droid?" The voice emanated somewhere near the front- at least, the near end- of the shiny black ball, a slight German accent evident. "Feh. Such a primitive term. I am A(FS)X-5421, a self-sentient Avatar of the Otagian Regency. You may call me Bob."

The Avatar's hull tilted slightly, observing the descent and crash of an incoming vessel. "Hmm. That seemed painful. Hope nothing important was damaged. Someone should probably take a look at that."
"They will. We wern't sure what droids wouldl actuly require, perhapse you'd care to tell us?" the old man said slowly

The fabric of space and time ripped as the Golden System exited the wormhole releasing a large amount of energy/radiation around the system's 5th planet. Zxero piloted the craft towards his detestation in the inner system. He noted the large amounts of wormhole paths to the system and the few leaving out of it. A natural choke point he thought as he reached the planet. He checked all of his systems, and started broadcasting a message asking for permission to land at the spaceport nearest to the supposed Jedi academy.
Clearance to the land was granted and the pilot was told to hurry.

In orbit above Force Academy

The small patrol ship was practically impossible to detect. Its hull was made from black stealth-armor, which made it difficult to see with both the naked eye or sensors. Which is just how Vlad preferred things. The ship had gotten him out of more than once mess in the last ten years, and had saved his life when its sentient AI control had been there just in the nick of time. Now it was getting a break from all that excitement, delivering Vlad to the new Force Academy that the Emperor had ordered him to teach at. Part of a good-will gesture to those outside the Galactic Empire...but in truth, a total mind-ache for Grand Master Vladimir Draco (http://fc65.deviantart.com/fs29/f/2008/052/8/d/Heeda_Tsaa_revisited_by_siegfried005.jpg).

Vlad stepped out of the fresher feeling as if his body had been renewed after a long period of meditation. He walked over to his closet and looked it over. He could choose to wear his Imperial Knight red armour, or his Jedi-esque comfort robes. He chose the later, if but only so he didn't upset any of the students nor get a mouth-chew from the Emperor when he sent back his reports. No one wanted to get chewed out by his Excellency, it wasn't pleasant. Vlad threw on his clothes, strapped on his weapon belt and lightsaber, and then headed to the cockpit.

The ship broke atmosphere a few minutes later and was headed towards the fortress-monastery that had been turned into the Force Academy. It was a massive complex that reminded Vlad of the time he'd come across Jabba the Hutt's old palace on Tatooine. Only difference being the trees and green on the ground.

He landed at a pad on the rear entrance side of the complex reserved for, so the landing controller had said, was for the express use of teachers at the academy, which was good since the last thing he needed was some karking-dumb youngling messing with his ship. The ship came in smooth as could be and the landing gear touched down.

Vlad grabbed a large duffel bag and headed down the ramp of his ship to enter the praxium. A caretaker droid was waiting for him at the end of the ramp. It bowed and started talking to him. "Welcome Master Draco, you've been expected. Can I do anything to help you unpack?"

"There is a two-ton crate in the hold of my ship. Get it out and have it sent to my teaching room, wherever that is, and then lead me to the Headmaster," Vlad said.
(See below)

"No, I can manage." She replied, carrying her belongings in a small bag. It wasn't much, just the necessities. Students shouldn't be treated like royalty. "The Emperor provides." She said, more to herself then the master leading her. Even though she owned little to nothing, she could at least keep her faith.

A question popped into her mind as she followed the Jedi. "Uhh, master? What are the crystal gardens?"
"The gardens, child, are where we harvest the crystals for light sabers. The savers have 2 crystals usualy, a power crystal and a colour crystal. My art is the imbuing of 'special powers' into the power crystals. Julious" the shade noded as they passed the armored master and his ward, turning down a side coridor not far from the garden where Caex was with James and climbing a ramp leading onto the second level of the garden. "Any further questions?" he asked as the girl followed him up.

Meanwhile in the grounds the remaining teachers were debating what to do, they really did have a lot of students and not enugh teachers to escort them all individualy so, together they turned and another hunter steped forward "Students gather please!" he shouted, his voice magnified further by his helmet "Welcome to imovable forces, I am master Gundaa, these are masters Fer'nuh and Talsii, if you would follow us we shall lead you to the students quaters!" he turned and started to walk off with master Fer'nuh while Talsii walked over to the teachers landing pad.

"Hello there, you must be Vladimir" she said, smiling to reveal fangs whiter than her scales "I'm Talsii, the head master asked me to take you to his office, he should be there soon"

Master Tashichi, a female dragona of considerable stature, slender build and silvery scale colour, steped forward to great Ati, the 6 light sabers hanging from her belt clinking as she went*
"Ati Rupam?" she asked in a musical voice as she stoped before her, his black cape still flaping faintly in the breeze revealing a sheathed sword and several knives also attached to her robes.

"Yes." Ati said confidentley. "Are you Master Tashichi?"

"I do not have any more questions sir. Thank you."

Clearance to the land was granted and the pilot was told to hurry.


Zxero noted the semi-frantic tones in the voice, he uneasily turned his ship to the horizon and proceed to land at the forwarded coordination. Noting the scars of several crash landings, Zxero sat his ship down. He grabbed his lightsaber, a translator and a link to his ship and walked down the landing ramp...

(occ: I can be a teacher if needed)

"Thank you . So then what are you looking forward to most?" Julious asked as they entered the entrance hall, following the path Caex had just a few minutes before.

Slightly distracted by the rush of students around him, Furcas spoke slowly, trying not to lose concentration on his bag. Multitasking with the Force was proving to be surprisingly difficult.

"Well, like any young Padawan, I am of course looking forward to the combat training that the academy offers, Master. After all, the ability to fight so gracefully is one of the most admired aspect of the Jedi. But..." He hesitated, not knowing how to place his words. "I think I am looking forward most to understanding the true nature of my power. I am one of the very few among my people who can use the Force, and i want to learn how to fully comprehend and appreciate such abilities."

"Yes." Ati said confidentley. "Are you Master Tashichi?"
Smiling Tashichi said "That I am, this way child." she turned and alked past the throng of students, stoping infront of Zxero and saying "You have strength in the force, are you here to teach or learn?" (I'm fine for now thanks, all thoe you, from the sounds of things dont need to be trained in making lightsabers or starwars-style meditation so feel free to teach students on the side, after class, if you want).

"I do not have any more questions sir. Thank you." "Then I sugest you get settled, there will be a mesasage on your console when the assembly is nearing its start, you can't miss the warning tone. Farewell for now" and with that Caex turned and moved swiftly to his office to meed Vladimir.

Zxero noted the semi-frantic tones in the voice, he uneasily turned his ship to the horizon and proceed to land at the forwarded coordination. Noting the scars of several crash landings, Zxero sat his ship down. He grabbed his lightsaber, a translator and a link to his ship and walked down the landing ramp...

(occ: I can be a teacher if needed)
(See response to Niraamaya)

Slightly distracted by the rush of students around him, Furcas spoke slowly, trying not to lose concentration on his bag. Multitasking with the Force was proving to be surprisingly difficult.

"Well, like any young Padawan, I am of course looking forward to the combat training that the academy offers, Master. After all, the ability to fight so gracefully is one of the most admired aspect of the Jedi. But..." He hesitated, not knowing how to place his words. "I think I am looking forward most to understanding the true nature of my power. I am one of the very few among my people who can use the Force, and i want to learn how to fully comprehend and appreciate such abilities."
"Very few people understant the nature of the force. many of us agree that you can't truely know its meaning, your view on it will change with your alighnment. Anyway, here we are, its that door there" He said, rounding the corner into the gardens/ quaters and sending a pulse of force energy towards the correct door. "Everything in there has a slight layer of midi-chorians over it, you should be fine, anyother questions?"

"The gardens, child, are where we harvest the crystals for light sabers. The savers have 2 crystals usually, a power crystal and a colour crystal. My art is the imbuing of 'special powers' into the power crystals. Julious" the shade nodded as they passed the armored master and his ward, turning down a side corridor not far from the garden where Caex was with James and climbing a ramp leading onto the second level of the garden. "Any further questions?" he asked as the girl followed him up.

Jenna thought for a moment. This was all new to her, but decided to hold back her questions pertaining to lightsabers and power cystals, deciding that she would eventually learn about it herself. She perked an eyebrow as a large figure in armor passed them in the corridor.

"Who was that?"

Shinaus slowly regained conciousness, once he was fully awake, he surveyed his surrondings, he was definatly not on a federation vessel anymore. He searched the room for his weapons and armor but couldn't find them. He then sat down on the bed he woke up on, and all of a sudden he felt a prescence, not one, but more like hundreds, it felt like the whole area was alive with vibrant, powerful life, life that could easily destroy him, given the chance. Shinaus decided that for the time being it was best to wait, and see what happened.

The shuttle descended through the apmosphere, engines keeping it at a steady speed (unlike the other craft which smashed into the ground) until it touched down, the ramp at the bottom hissing open and Tonvere stepping out. He shielded his eyes with his hands, the interior of the shuttle being lit only by the dim control panel lights, and greeted the person who was there to reciprocate his greeting.
"Lieutenant Tonvere, Templarian Mystics Division. And you are?"

Jenna thought for a moment. This was all new to her, but decided to hold back her questions pertaining to lightsabers and power cystals, deciding that she would eventually learn about it herself. She perked an eyebrow as a large figure in armor passed them in the corridor.

"Who was that?"
"That was another master, Julious. He is skilled in fighting with and the construction of lightsabers" The shade stood next to a door and said "This is your room. Theres ample storage space and a data terminal that'll give you messages and provide access to the data banks. I have to go now, will you be ok?"

Shinaus slowly regained conciousness, once he was fully awake, he surveyed his surrondings, he was definatly not on a federation vessel anymore. He searched the room for his weapons and armor but couldn't find them. He then sat down on the bed he woke up on, and all of a sudden he felt a prescence, not one, but more like hundreds, it felt like the whole area was alive with vibrant, powerful life, life that could easily destroy him, given the chance. Shinaus decided that for the time being it was best to wait, and see what happened.
"Good your awake" said a sleek silver medical droid drifting over on a hovering platform, hiding an arm that looked like a large pair of garden sheers behind its back "That was quite some crash, we had to grow you a new leg bone, take it easy on your left leg for a few hours while your body adjusts. Oh and the headmaster is coming down to see you shortly, I'd sugest you rest untill then."

The shuttle descended through the apmosphere, engines keeping it at a steady speed (unlike the other craft which smashed into the ground) until it touched down, the ramp at the bottom hissing open and Tonvere stepping out. He shielded his eyes with his hands, the interior of the shuttle being lit only by the dim control panel lights, and greeted the person who was there to reciprocate his greeting.
"Lieutenant Tonvere, Templarian Mystics Division. And you are?"

There was infact no one to great Tonvere, just the group of people that were being told to follow the two masters, however he had fortunatly landed near Tashichi and she said "I am master Tashichi, perhapse you know of my mother of the same name?"

There was infact no one to great Tonvere, just the group of people that were being told to follow the two masters, however he had fortunatly landed near Tashichi and she said "I am master Tashichi, perhapse you know of my mother of the same name?"

"Not personally, ma'am. But I have heard of her. A great woman, but well behind my time. Am I late?"

"Not atall, but many of the masters are prepairing classes or geting ready for the assembly, i take it your here to learn?"

"Very few people understand the nature of the force. many of us agree that you can't truly know its meaning, your view on it will change with your alignment. Anyway, here we are, its that door there" He said, rounding the corner into the gardens/ quarters and sending a pulse of force energy towards the correct door. "Everything in there has a slight layer of midi-chorians over it, you should be fine, any other questions?"

Furcas took a moment to consider Julious's point of view, then bowed appreciatively, taking in the incredible hues of the crystal garden. There's a crystal for me inside that glorious field...

"Thank you for the lesson, Master. When are our first classes beginning, sir?"

James walked along the hallway by his quarters, examining the walls. Some had poems in frames- others great paintings. The datapad had not yet beeped.

"The Headmaster? Where in the world am I?"

(OOC: I'm assuming your character just escorted me to the headmaster, because there is honestly nothing more I can do with that...)

"They will. We weren't sure what droids would actually require, perhaps you'd care to tell us?" the old man said slowly
"Very little," came the dry response. "A room, as any of the students here. I do require my privacy occasionally, you know. Go ahead and remove the furniture though, I won't be needing it."

Furcas took a moment to consider Julious's point of view, then bowed appreciatively, taking in the incredible hues of the crystal garden. There's a crystal for me inside that glorious field...

"Thank you for the lesson, Master. When are our first classes beginning, sir?"
"About an hour after assembly, after you have eaten. Its all listed on your console but to sumerise you don't need to eat in the dining hall if you don't want and for today you don't have any set lessons so you can choose what you want to learn, if anything. Directions to each lesson are stored on the console. Speaking of class, I'm going to go and prepair for mine, hope you settle well" and with that Julious was gone in the many halls of sprawling complex.

"The Headmaster? Where in the world am I?" "You are in the Imovable Forces academy, it was assumed you would have recived the data transmition before you crashed. All will be explained when the headmaster arives (aka tomorrow morning, when i wake up again...)

(OOC: I'm assuming your character just escorted me to the headmaster, because there is honestly nothing more I can do with that...) (Yep, but i have to sleep now so i'll have to start of that particular train of thaughts later)

"Very little," came the dry response. "A room, as any of the students here. I do require my privacy occasionally, you know. Go ahead and remove the furniture though, I won't be needing it."
"Very good, follow me then" the old man said, moving with suprising speed for a man looking about 90 (but is actuly 120) towards the student quaters, assuming that, seeing how he had been moving atleast bordering on the sound barrier when he arrived, Bob could keep up.

The sighting of what lied beyond the safety of her spaceplane was appalling and hostile. They were there, real, and there were many of them. She felt uneasy, like if at any moment something would kill her, for there many threads to the survival and freedom of humanity existed. Such was the way, since the first contact. War, destruction, deceit. Different sentient species in a same environment spelled doom, and as eventually species would seek to expand, the only way to truly ensure humanity's future was to exterminate all of them. The universe was vast however, and thus only those who directly threatened them at a given moment were targeted. Nonetheless, to be amidst so many vile beings for her perception led her to nearly draw her gauss pistol and go berzerk. But as much as she wished to exterminate such threat, Mara was alone in such Xenu-infested place. What was her hope to learn how to handle the Force soon became a nightmare, and the idea of simply turning back became more and more tempting as she thought in her most deep self:

Reptilian Xenu! Reptiles are supposed to lack many emotions... and thus they would not even blink an eye when killing any one, even me. But... this Force, if they can use it, it is therefore a threat to humanity. Wait a minute... of course, at least we are safe. I doubt it would work there anyway. So now maybe I should pretend there is nothing wrong, and get to know what these dregs are scheming.

Observing the reptilian beings with lightsabers, while still wearing the powered suit that ensured her body would not be crushed by gravity, Mara realized how fragile she was in such place. It was their voice, inhuman, their way and everything else. Yet she walked towards the gathering, until having them at her direct line of sight. Hopefully it was no trap, but whenever aliens appeared paranoia went through the roof for a Solarian, and all sorts of thoughts about what was behind came to her mind while she barely managed to comprehend the words of the being, due to her continued thoughts of worry, hatred and disgust from seeing that in reality, the Force was a vile, inhuman thing.

"Welcome to imovable forces, I am master Gundaa, these are masters Fer'nuh and Talsii, if you would follow us we shall lead you to the students quaters!"

Looking at the Trio, Mara attempted to approach them, yet no matter how preposterous it was, she began to feel like if at any moment they would stab her at the back, or kill her right there. After all, just like their existence threatened human species, the existence of humanity threatened their species, and in such brutal rule of the universe, to be fool and trusting of Xenos would ensure only doom. She could no longer disguise her xenophobia, and it was clear her revulsion of those beings, and her fear about what in her mind they truly were seeking to achieve. Her right hand was always near to the holster in her suit where a gauss pistol was held, and she observed every inch around her for anything suspicious. She tried to speak to them, to follow them towards the quarters, but she simply stood there, next to the three teachers, silent and shocked by something she should have expected.

"No I recieved no such communications, I was on my way home, to Oblivion, when I fell out of warp and crash landed here."

Jenna thought for a moment.

"Just one. Who will be my master?"

Smiling Tashichi said "That I am, this way child." she turned and alked past the throng of students, stoping infront of Zxero and saying "You have strength in the force, are you here to teach or learn?" (I'm fine for now thanks, all thoe you, from the sounds of things dont need to be trained in making lightsabers or starwars-style meditation so feel free to teach students on the side, after class, if you want).


(OOC: Assuming this is directed towards me) "To do both. I don't know how to use or make a lightsaber, but I can manipulate the Force quite easily." To demonstrate this, she stopped the flowing of a fountain in front of her without any apparent effort whatsoever.

Zxero glanced around the landing zone, no one seemed to be here to greet him. So he headed towards the jedi academy at a fast clip. Reaching it just as the sun was reaching its peak in the sky. He then proceeded to look for an entrance into the academy...

The sighting of what lied beyond the safety of her spaceplane was appalling and hostile. They were there, real, and there were many of them. She felt uneasy, like if at any moment something would kill her, for there many threads to the survival and freedom of humanity existed. Such was the way, since the first contact. War, destruction, deceit. Different sentient species in a same environment spelled doom, and as eventually species would seek to expand, the only way to truly ensure humanity's future was to exterminate all of them. The universe was vast however, and thus only those who directly threatened them at a given moment were targeted. Nonetheless, to be amidst so many vile beings for her perception led her to nearly draw her gauss pistol and go berzerk. But as much as she wished to exterminate such threat, Mara was alone in such Xenu-infested place. What was her hope to learn how to handle the Force soon became a nightmare, and the idea of simply turning back became more and more tempting as she thought in her most deep self:

Reptilian Xenu! Reptiles are supposed to lack many emotions... and thus they would not even blink an eye when killing any one, even me. But... this Force, if they can use it, it is therefore a threat to humanity. Wait a minute... of course, at least we are safe. I doubt it would work there anyway. So now maybe I should pretend there is nothing wrong, and get to know what these dregs are scheming.

Observing the reptilian beings with lightsabers, while still wearing the powered suit that ensured her body would not be crushed by gravity, Mara realized how fragile she was in such place. It was their voice, inhuman, their way and everything else. Yet she walked towards the gathering, until having them at her direct line of sight. Hopefully it was no trap, but whenever aliens appeared paranoia went through the roof for a Solarian, and all sorts of thoughts about what was behind came to her mind while she barely managed to comprehend the words of the being, due to her continued thoughts of worry, hatred and disgust from seeing that in reality, the Force was a vile, inhuman thing.

"Welcome to imovable forces, I am master Gundaa, these are masters Fer'nuh and Talsii, if you would follow us we shall lead you to the students quaters!"

Looking at the Trio, Mara attempted to approach them, yet no matter how preposterous it was, she began to feel like if at any moment they would stab her at the back, or kill her right there. After all, just like their existence threatened human species, the existence of humanity threatened their species, and in such brutal rule of the universe, to be fool and trusting of Xenos would ensure only doom. She could no longer disguise her xenophobia, and it was clear her revulsion of those beings, and her fear about what in her mind they truly were seeking to achieve. Her right hand was always near to the holster in her suit where a gauss pistol was held, and she observed every inch around her for anything suspicious. She tried to speak to them, to follow them towards the quarters, but she simply stood there, next to the three teachers, silent and shocked by something she should have expected.
Talsii hung back and aproached Mara "Be not afraid child. Fear leads only to darkness. What is your name?" she said clearly, calmly, soothingly. She sensed many conflicting emotions in this students, most predomintly fear and felt they should atleast be warned of the darkside's pull.

"No I recieved no such communications, I was on my way home, to Oblivion, when I fell out of warp and crash landed here." "Hmm. The headmaster will clear things up when her arives, now rest, I shall wake you when he is here."

Jenna thought for a moment.

"Just one. Who will be my master?"
"It is yet to be decided, the staff are holding a council tonight about it but for now I can't tell you."

(OOC: Assuming this is directed towards me) "To do both. I don't know how to use or make a lightsaber, but I can manipulate the Force quite easily." To demonstrate this, she stopped the flowing of a fountain in front of her without any apparent effort whatsoever.
(Actuly it was directed at charzak but he seems to have missed that, no matter.) "I see, you have some skill then, that is good. Some time tonight you may be called to the council for an assesment and then your master will be assighned. Untill then there is a daily routine on the data consoles, check them when you reach your quaters. Speaking of which, lets go." Tashichi smiled and walked off towards the academy "This way sir" she said cherily as they passed Zxero.

Zxero glanced around the landing zone, no one seemed to be here to greet him. So he headed towards the jedi academy at a fast clip. Reaching it just as the sun was reaching its peak in the sky. He then proceeded to look for an entrance into the academy...
(see above)

Zxero followed the (Master?) as she rounded the bend, he inwardly focused his powers. Reaching out to touch the minds around him, most didn't resist or even know of his presence, while a few of the stronger ones knew of it and successfully resisted. He inwardly counted the number of force sensitives he could reach out to. There were more than he had expected and a greater variety, he even felt the electronic brains of a few force sensitive robots/droids/whatever. Maybe they will be able to help me he mused while he scratched a scale on his shoulder...

(yes master) "It isn't nice to invade peoples privacy like that Mr....Zxero. Some of my fellow masters may take offence to that."

Zxero
"No offense was intended master jedi, I just find it is best to know the surface thoughts of any sentient(s) I encounter. It has helped me avoid some testy situations before. And it seems most of the sentient(s) in this academy are really here to learn and I can't detect any overly hostile intent in any of them. Though I am curious why are there sentient droids in your academy? In my travels I've never met a force sensitive droid before. Could I possibly get an audience with them?"

Shinaus nodded to the droid, and sat back down on the bed, and fell asleep.

Zxero
"No offense was intended master jedi, I just find it is best to know the surface thoughts of any sentient(s) I encounter. It has helped me avoid some testy situations before. And it seems most of the sentient(s) in this academy are really here to learn and I can't detect any overly hostile intent in any of them. Though I am curious why are there sentient droids in your academy? In my travels I've never met a force sensitive droid before. Could I possibly get an audience with them?"

"No offence taken with me, but you are safe here anyway. As for the droid, he is likely a student here, you can meet with him when it's conveniant."

Private Teacher's Hall

As Draco walked down the halls of stone he was fairly impressed with the facility. He didn't know the whole layout just yet, but he was willing to bet that he'd figure it out soon enough. He had a knack for directions and never getting lost. It was a useful skill for either a soldier or a person on vacation. The Imperial Knight stepped around a corner and came to a hall with doors lining the walls on either side.

He walked down it, looking at each door as he went, seeing that there were names on each. After the fifth door he found his, near the end on the right-hand side. He waved his hand at the sensor node and heard it click open. Stepping in he found a small, almost cloister-like room. There was a desk and chair in on corner and against the wall was a simple bed with sheets already made and prepared. A heat dispenser was attached to the wall next to a second door which led to a simple fresher with all the necessities that he'd need.

Draco was just checking out the softness of the bed when a droid knocked and entered. It was a protocol droid. "Yes, hello sir, I've come to tell you that your gear collected from your ship has been dispensed inside your teaching room. Would you like it unpacked?"

"No," replied Draco. "I'll handle that myself. Just take me to the headmaster now."

"Right away sir, if you'll follow me?" the protocol droid politely said.

Standing in her near paralysis of worry, Mara began to take a few steps backwards to stay clear from all the aliens around the place, and the fact she approached one of the human arrivals while she retreated from aliens was perhaps a good indicative of the reason why she was expecting more and what bothered her. Suddenly then, one of them approached her and said, attempting to calm her while she again reminded how easily she could be killed there. Only one scrap over her suit, and the gravity would crush her frail body, which would never stand by its own in a planet. However, other things also bothered her. The limitation to one plane and the way gravity operated made her a bit queasy, for just like the lack of gravity was unsettling for a being who lived in a planet, gravity was unsettling for a being that lived in space. Mara was still trying to get used to have only one "floor" rather than at least eight "floors" and to have a fixed way "down". The place certainly was much more beautiful than most she has seen in space, even though the gardens of space habitats could get close.

"Be not afraid child. Fear leads only to darkness. What is your name?"

Gulping, Mara observed the alien female from beyond the helmet of her suit, and her yellow eyes followed her while her hand continued steady for any emergency. It was then that she began to realize how her journey has been foolish. It was becoming very obvious thus the nature of the Force, as obvious as the spent marijuana cigarette of a Hippie who lived eons ago in the blue planet. Perhaps even more of a hindrance and reason to forfeit everything, for clearly, such Force was something that contradicted every her civilization, her people has ever witnessed. And her thoughts were clearly centered on it before her answer, for her mind clearly realized:

After all I have learned, all I have seen, how can the universe be considered black and white? With clear distinction between light and dark sides? My ancestors have both killed and saved, many have done untold atrocities after initially being the forces of good. There is no good, there is no evil, no dark or light side. My people have long surpassed such primitive conceptions, and I am not going to take a step backwards, based on advices given by Xenu. All of us, everyone is beyond constructs like good and evil... now maybe... maybe this Force, freed from all moral and philosophical constructs, has neither light, dark or red sides for the matter, maybe it is only the Will to Power.

As her thoughts waned, she decided to keep them for herself as she, with some struggle, replied back to the alien about her question, and attempted to follow suit. Perhaps she would discover more. And thus Mara answered Talsii back and tried to hold her fear for now:

"Very well, call me Mara, and if you don't mind, I am fifty years old. Perhaps you would understand what I feel, if you were.... if you."

She could no longer hide it... it was boiling, for since the beginning of time, every contact of the Solarians with aliens had only one type of message they would receive or give: the message of flames, gunfire, slaughter and death. She no longer could hold it, and thus, in all her honesty, Mara said in a louder tone of voice than her usual baritone:

"You would understand only if you were human. And that is why I am worried, for I fear you for what you could become to me and to every human being in the multiverse. I am, together with every one of us, as much of a threat to the survival of your species as you, and all of you, are a threat to the survival of humanity. I hope that neither you or I will be here to witness the day either of our kin realize it, and decide to act to secure their survival. There is no darkness... all depends upon the eye of the beholder, even reality itself. For what is dark for some is light for others. Alas, there is an inevitable outcome for two species coexisting as neighbors, yet fortunately your space is very, very far away from ours, thus for now peace will remain. Thus, for the sake of all of us, I am sorry for this, but I must depart before circumstances make either of us to seek a solution for such mutual threat we represent, for... for... I... Nevermind, you would never understand human feelings anyway. I better leave now, and as one more reason for it, I doubt that I will be welcome now that I decided to speak the truth."

And without a word, Mara turned back, certain that to forfeit everything was her best choice, and looked back at her spaceplane from the distance. Perhaps something could change her mind, but the overprevalence of Xenos, both feared and disgusted by her, combined with the unsettling sensations of gravity were getting her seriously upset. Staring briefly at the eyes of the aliens, she reminded of the registers, images and horrors her ancestors faced against the silicoids. They could understand what she spoke, but that made no difference from those totally alien beings, whose mind processes were so different from human ones that the only way to communicate with them, back when they were still not extinct, was through the pull of a trigger. Circumstances were truly ironic at the moment, for if she had an entire Orderite division behind her, the only word she would say would be an order to kill all non-humans in such place. She would never, however, speak openly that under other, more favorable circumstances, she would not hesitate to kill all of them for the sake of humanity.

Ati walked to her room and brought up her routine. She had a long day ahead of her.

"Be not afraid child. Fear leads only to darkness. What is your name?"

Gulping, Mara observed the alien female from beyond the helmet of her suit, and her yellow eyes followed her while her hand continued steady for any emergency. It was then that she began to realize how her journey has been foolish. It was becoming very obvious thus the nature of the Force, as obvious as the spent marijuana cigarette of a Hippie who lived eons ago in the blue planet. Perhaps even more of a hindrance and reason to forfeit everything, for clearly, such Force was something that contradicted every her civilization, her people has ever witnessed. And her thoughts were clearly centered on it before her answer, for her mind clearly realized:

After all I have learned, all I have seen, how can the universe be considered black and white? With clear distinction between light and dark sides? My ancestors have both killed and saved, many have done untold atrocities after initially being the forces of good. There is no good, there is no evil, no dark or light side. My people have long surpassed such primitive conceptions, and I am not going to take a step backwards, based on advices given by Xenu. All of us, everyone is beyond constructs like good and evil... now maybe... maybe this Force, freed from all moral and philosophical constructs, has neither light, dark or red sides for the matter, maybe it is only the Will to Power.

As her thoughts waned, she decided to keep them for herself as she, with some struggle, replied back to the alien about her question, and attempted to follow suit. Perhaps she would discover more. And thus Mara answered Talsii back and tried to hold her fear for now:

"Very well, call me Mara, and if you don't mind, I am fifty years old. Perhaps you would understand what I feel, if you were.... if you."

She could no longer hide it... it was boiling, for since the beginning of time, every contact of the Solarians with aliens had only one type of message they would receive or give: the message of flames, gunfire, slaughter and death. She no longer could hold it, and thus, in all her honesty, Mara said in a louder tone of voice than her usual baritone:

"You would understand only if you were human. And that is why I am worried, for I fear you for what you could become to me and to every human being in the multiverse. I am, together with every one of us, as much of a threat to the survival of your species as you, and all of you, are a threat to the survival of humanity. I hope that neither you or I will be here to witness the day either of our kin realize it, and decide to act to secure their survival. There is no darkness... all depends upon the eye of the beholder, even reality itself. For what is dark for some is light for others. Alas, there is an inevitable outcome for two species coexisting as neighbors, yet fortunately your space is very, very far away from ours, thus for now peace will remain. Thus, for the sake of all of us, I am sorry for this, but I must depart before circumstances make either of us to seek a solution for such mutual threat we represent, for... for... I... Nevermind, you would never understand human feelings anyway. I better leave now, and as one more reason for it, I doubt that I will be welcome now that I decided to speak the truth."

And without a word, Mara turned back, certain that to forfeit everything was her best choice, and looked back at her spaceplane from the distance. Perhaps something could change her mind, but the overprevalence of Xenos, both feared and disgusted by her, combined with the unsettling sensations of gravity were getting her seriously upset. Staring briefly at the eyes of the aliens, she reminded of the registers, images and horrors her ancestors faced against the silicoids. They could understand what she spoke, but that made no difference from those totally alien beings, whose mind processes were so different from human ones that the only way to communicate with them, back when they were still not extinct, was through the pull of a trigger. Circumstances were truly ironic at the moment, for if she had an entire Orderite division behind her, the only word she would say would be an order to kill all non-humans in such place. She would never, however, speak openly that under other, more favorable circumstances, she would not hesitate to kill all of them for the sake of humanity.

Talsii was needless to say suprised by the girls outburst, but made little attempt to stop her, calling after her simply "My race is not so diferent to yours." this was true, indeed many of thier views seemed to at some point been similar and the Dragona had been exenophobic for millenia, whiping out any aliens they met, but in the Jade dynisty (100 years of change) they had radicly changed thier entire culture. And here was some xeno now calling all her species primative from a 'conversation' with one of those widly regarded as more advanced in Dragona society.

But still she took no further action to stop the student from leaving. Afterall, everyone there was there of thier own acord, no one could force them to be there, nor could they force them to leave. So Talsii simply shruged to herself and walked away, there was no helping some people.

Private Teacher's Hall

As Draco walked down the halls of stone he was fairly impressed with the facility. He didn't know the whole layout just yet, but he was willing to bet that he'd figure it out soon enough. He had a knack for directions and never getting lost. It was a useful skill for either a soldier or a person on vacation. The Imperial Knight stepped around a corner and came to a hall with doors lining the walls on either side.

He walked down it, looking at each door as he went, seeing that there were names on each. After the fifth door he found his, near the end on the right-hand side. He waved his hand at the sensor node and heard it click open. Stepping in he found a small, almost cloister-like room. There was a desk and chair in on corner and against the wall was a simple bed with sheets already made and prepared. A heat dispenser was attached to the wall next to a second door which led to a simple fresher with all the necessities that he'd need.

Draco was just checking out the softness of the bed when a droid knocked and entered. It was a protocol droid. "Yes, hello sir, I've come to tell you that your gear collected from your ship has been dispensed inside your teaching room. Would you like it unpacked?"

"No," replied Draco. "I'll handle that myself. Just take me to the headmaster now."

"Right away sir, if you'll follow me?" the protocol droid politely said.

No sooner had Draco walked thrugh the door did Caex appear, a little out of breath but non the less composed "Ah, you are the new teacher then? Good, good. Welcome to the academy and to the team." he said, extending a hand.

Jenna nodded. She hoped her master wouldn't be too demanding.

"I see." She said. "I have no further questions."

No sooner had Draco walked thrugh the door did Caex appear, a little out of breath but non the less composed "Ah, you are the new teacher then? Good, good. Welcome to the academy and to the team." he said, extending a hand.

Draco looked down at the hand for a moment then back up at the headmaster's face. With only a few seconds pause he put out his own hand and shook it. Mentally he focused on his being and caused his presence in the Force to diminish. He was now, at least for youngling learners, invisible in the Force. Only the teachers and headmaster of a higher caliber would be able to sense him, and then only just.

"Yes, I am Grand Master Draco of the Thrashian Imperial Knights. I was informed before hand that I would be teaching a class that covered combat techniques as well as Force power comprehension...am I correct or was there some other posting you had in mind for me?"

"Not at all, that sounds about right. There is also a hunter teaching in 'combat styles' to some extent, he is teaching what the calls meditational forms." Caex realeased his grip on the mans hand, perhapse a little too fast, it wouldn't have been the first time he'd crushed a mans hand by mistake "Excuse my reluctance for physical contact. I was involved in an...aceident a century ago, im prone to muscle spasms now and I don't seem to know my own strength. Perhse you'd like to come with me, I'm visitng the pilot of the ship that crashed, he's in the medi bay.. poor guy."

"On the contrary headmaster, I think I'll go to my class room and begin getting it set up. I shall be there if you need me. My comlink number is 738, channel B," replied Draco. Without another word he bowed to the headmaster and followed the protocol droid to his class. He was eager to set everything up.

Returning the bow Caex too left the hall and headed thrugh the winding halls of the academy ariving shortly at the medi-bay and speaking with the medical droid.

Drifting over it said sofly "Exuse me sir, the head master is here"

Shinaus awoke quickly, sat up and said, "So your the Head Master? My Name is Shinaus Tasot, United Federation of Oblivion Special Forces."

"That I am" caex said steping forward and giving a brief bow "I take it from your landing you need your ship repaired? Or perhapse you would like to stay and train with us? You're welcome either way."

Shinaus chuckled and said, "Well my ship. Is undoubtedly going to take a long time to fix, I might as well take part in your training"

"Exelent, well as soon as the medi droid says your ready it'll lead you to some quaters. Is there anything else you'd like to know?"

"Yeah," said Shinaus, "What sort of training will we be doing?"

"Lightsaber combat, lightsaber construction, force use and manipulation, all the key force user stuff. Then there will be the finer points such as battle meditation and crystal imbuement.

"The Force? You mean like all the Jedi Nonsense? Haha you must be joking, Oblivion has never had a Jedi, ever."

OOC: When on earth am I going to get my Master?

OOC: I'm tempted to ignore that last post because theres an OOC thread for it. However you will get a master after the assembly. Also in regards to classes, I'll be posting links to them in relavent posts AND the OCC. Thrashia, you can post your own or I will if you want.

IC: A deep 'BONG' sounded thrugh out the academy as Caex said "Well be that as it may, I still sense power in you." a female voice spoke clamly and softly around the facility
"Asembly in 5 minuits"
"Well I must go, theres an assembly in 5 minuits as the tanoy just said. Perhapse you'd like to attend?"

"Seeing as there's little more to do, and I need t stretch out my legs, I'll come." Said Shinaus, hopping off the bed, He walked out the door then stepped back in the room and said, "Ok I have no Idea where i'm going you lead the way."

Smiling Caex walked out of the room down the hall to the left and turning down several confusing coridors before ariving at the cavornous assemly hall where many knights and the masters were already asembled. As they arived another gong sounded and a tone echoed out from all the data consoles in the academy.

Zxero continued to walk around after the master before had left him in a small side passage pointing out his quarters. After the announcement he had made his way to the assembly hall, counting out the number of masters, pawadans, apprentices/younglings he could spot, briefly examining the minds of some of the more exotic ones. Specially noting the lurking hulks of the droid jedi and their thoughts...

OOC: I can just set up my own thread and link it to the ooc thread Ih8. Do you want me to pick my own students, etc, or have your headmaster select them?

IC:

Assembly Hall, Force Academy

The announcement had reached Draco just as he'd finished with the last box of materials from the cargo crate the Academy's droids had brought in from his ship. It hadn't taken too long to organize things, though he was very well pleased by his teaching room. It was easily fifty meters in length and a third that in width, with a wide expanse of no furniture in the center of the room where sparing and such could be practiced with ease. To another side were a series of knee-high padded stools which students could sit on. On the other was a line of lockers, varying in size. In on corner Draco had draped a large black curtain over the area where he had placed his most precious teaching utensils. For an intents and purposes he was prepared for the ignorant younglings, though he felt sure they wouldn't take much like to that title.

The grand master left his teaching room and headed for the assembly hall. He'd studied a few maps of the facility, and though quite extensive in size, it was fairly simply to navigate. He reached the Hall five minutes after the announcement had been called and saw several of the teachers on a raised dais on one end of the hall and a few younglings and other padawan types milling around on the floor before them. Draco made his way to the teachers and bowed formally to the headmistress.

Once he took his place beside the other teachers Draco looked over those so far assembled and studied them. Through just his normal senses he could tell how anxious and nervous they were. A few were more confident, merely over eager to begin. And a few individuals seemed even to be inquisitive. Draco sensed a mind probe as he reached out with his senses, much like a fisherman throwing out a net. The mind probe touched upon it and Draco immediately centered on the individual who was doing the probing. He felt no real malice, least not towards himself. When the youngling turned towards Draco, obviously realizing that his probing had been detected, Draco cut himself off from the Force. So extreme was the cut that for a moment Headmistress Caex looked his way with an eyebrow raised. But with the Force cut Draco raised his mental defenses. With a decade or more experience of dissembling his thoughts from normal enemies as well as Force-sensitive ones, he could turn aside any invasion of privacy. Draco smiled when the small frown of confusion passed over the youngling's face.

Caex too felt the probe and smiled when he felt Draco disonect the force, making the conection and searching for the student responsable. Spoting him the headmaster beconed Zxero over.

Zxero
Zxero stopped his probings again and walked over.
"yes?"

"I don't like having a child pry into my thaughts young one" Caxe said in a tone similar to that of a farther to a child "I belive you've been warned already about it and while I agree it is a good idea to remain alert for danger, I can assure you there is non here! Now go, take a seat we'll be starting (hopefuly) shortly"

"yes master"
Zxero walked over to a pair of yellow eyed Vzceros(flowers) and seated himself. waiting for the assembly to start.

"Assembly in 5 minutes..."

Upon the sounding of the gong, Jenna reared her head upwards, and was greeted by a soothing female voice, which kindly alerted her that the entrance assembly would be held in 5 minutes. She looked back at her small, yet comfortable quarters, placing her bag down on the small bed.

"Well..." She mused. "Guess I'd better get going..."

With that, she calmly walked out of her quarters for the assembly hall.

Shinaus walked towards an open seat and the Assembly hall and sat down, eagar to hear what the people here had to say.

(OOC: Uhh...bump?)