Galactic Alliance: Ripples in the pond.

[OmniShadow]

OOC: Sorry, just got back to my dads place just to find out that my connection was troubling. But everything seems fine now, so I should finally be able to get more active.
I really find it hard to believe anyone can have a nice and/or interesting conversation about anything with Arias, he is very cold and never really talks about himself. He also never shows his face to others since he is always wearing the 'scarf thingy', though he has to oull it down to be able to eat. So I guess Darb is the only one who has seen his real face.

IC: Arias had finally gotten some peace and quiet after Darb had left. After he had finished his meal he noticed that the bill was the double than he had ordered. "That cheap bastard..." He mutered to himself as he paid the both bills and walked out of the restaurant/(Food-place). 'What should I do now... I feel like teaching that Darb a lesson, though it would just be a waste of time.' Arias thought as he walked back to the jedi academy/temple.

On his way back to his room he passed by the training grounds and saw Darb and Tal sparring against each others, when he was about to walk by them on the side Darb pushed Tal over on his back using the force. 'Is that not going to far? I thought these were just for saber training' He thought as he stoped and leaned against the wall and observed the two jedi with cold eyes.

Most young students felt uncomfortable when he was around, some of them moved away but it did not bother him. It was not only their imagination playing, his past as an assasin had affected him a lot more than someone would notice from his appearance. And he was fully aware of it.

[Nathano]

Breating heavy from the exertion, Tal stood up. Stretching, he handed the saber back to the other student. Turning to Darb, he looked him straight in the eye. "One day, I'll beat you. Just wait and see." Walking to the doorway, he called back. "Nice saber. Can't wait to see it in action."

Walking back to his room, Tal collapsed on the bed, sweat dripping down his face. Lifting his shirt, he winced as he touched a tendr spot on his side where Darb had hit him a little to hard. "One of these days."

[Raiden]

(OOC: Called in back-up. And editted due to my new bio.)

Luke sat in his chair at the Jedi Temple. He was tired. He probably was a little harsh on the Knights. But when so many people are out after their blood, they needed to know that the situation was serious! There couldn't be any huge screw-ups on their next mission. Which is why he made a call before the Knights had returned. And as the door in front of him slid open, he knew that the call had gotten through.

The door slid open, and a tall man with shaggy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes briskly walked through, his hooded cloak billowing out around him. His thick lightsaber floated at his side, always ready to be grabbed. The man had a big smile on his face.

"Luke fucking-Skywalker. How the hell have you been?"

When the man saw that Luke wasn't smiling, the man's smile went away as well. Luke stood up, and held his hand out.

"Thomas Allgood. Good to see you again. And honestly, I could be better."

Thomas took the hand and shook it. He bent over to sit down, pulling a chair over with the force to sit on. He crossed his left leg over his right one, and his lightsaber rested on his lap.

"Well, you're not smiling, so you didn't call me over for a party. You don't have a training lightsaber, so you aren't here to check on my progress. So I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that you want me to do you a favor."

Luke nodded.

"Have you heard about recent events on Malastare?"

Thomas shook his head.

"I've been cut off from any current events during my last mission. Until I see the latest news feed, I'm going blind right now."

"Well, to make a long story short, a group of recently graduated Knights had some troubles there. We need to make sure that the next mission goes better. And even though you aren't that much longer of a graduate, you're still more experienced than they are in things like this."

Thomas nodded.

"So you want me to babysit them?"

"No. I need you to be some extra muscle. I have a feeling that Darth Malificus will be personally involved with them soon, and we need someone with your...qualities to be there."

Thomas scrunched his forehead a bit.

"My qualities? You mean me getting pissed off and cracking some skulls. I'm just a meat shield, huh? Is that why you dragged me back here? To watch a bunch of greenhorn rookies go against a Sith Master, and then step in front of them before their candy asses get fried?"

Luke held down his anger when he saw the look of shock on Thomas's face. Thomas was scrambling through his pocket.

"I..I'm sorry, Luke. It slipped out. It's been a day since I've had one of my cigs."

Thomas pulled one of his medicinal cigarettes out, and placed it in his mouth.

"It's alright. Think nothing of it."

Thomas stood up, and smiled.

"Well, it's a sure thing, boss. Now would you smile already? You're making me nervous."

Luke forced a smile.

"Good. I'll go meet with the troops, now."

Thomas walked through the door, and when he was gone, Luke lost his smile.

"That guy has some serious issues."

[Darth SS]

Darb glanced towards where Luke's office was.

"I sense a disturbance in the Force..."

He brushed it aside however, and looked back at the seeker drones that were circling him. There was a snap-hiss of a lightsaber igniting, and then Darb let the force flow through him. One, two, three shots bounced off the lightsaber blade as Darb tried to get a feel for the new hilt.

[The_Phat_G]

Sha-viri sat in the meditation chamber, reflecting on the mission. There really wasn't anything that he could have done differently that would have improved their situation on Malastare, and he accepted that. Luckily, they had all returned home alive and well.

Master Skywalker's disapproval of their actions wasn't unexpected, but that stare he had given each of them still stung when he thought about it. He pushed the unpleasant memory away. He had more important things to think about. While he wanted to sign up for the follow-up mission, he knew he could not. It made him feel as if he was abandoning his duty to the Order, and his mission was left incomplete. However, as one of the few Vor who lived off of his homeplanet of Vortex, all he would do was increase the chances of the mission being compromised.

He sighed and stood slowly. Now that he was finally in a private setting, he was able to reveal his emotions. Still, the meditation chamber wasn't completely sound proof, so he couldn't risk a vocal outburst. He decided to wait until he was in the sky, with no one but the hawk-bats as witnesses to his emotions. He composed his expression into the usual emotionless mask he wore in front of others, then walked out of the meditation chamber.

And almost bumped into Sheena as she exited the adjacent chamber.

"Ah, Sister Sheena. I see you've been performing maintenance on your sabers. I'm sure the blades turned out beautifully."

[OmniShadow]

'Trying out his new saber? Well, nothing to do around here. I guess I will head back to my room' He thought as he glanced back at Darb for a second before turning towards the door into the main part of the academy/temple. ((Someone clear this up for me!)) He made sure the 'scarf' was in place before he strode down the hall towards the dormitories and his room. Once he was back in his room he laid down on the bed and thought through the last mission and their new mission that was comming up.

[Raiden]

Thomas walked out of Luke's office, an unlit cigarette in his mouth. As he watched Darb work on his training, a lighter floated from his pocket, ignited, and lit his cigarette. He then floated it back down into his pocket.

"Very nice. You're quite good at that."

[Darth SS]

"Form III. Defense."

Another seeker came alive, making it five. Then they all started firing steadily, and shifting at the same time. Darb furiously worked his new lightsaber around, doing the best he could to bounce off all the bolts he could.

[Nathano]

Feeling refreshed after a warm shower, Tal headed back to the training area and watched Darb with his new lightsaber. Noticing the other person watching also, Tal moved forward. "You should see him when he gets a feel for it. To bad his old one got ruined, it was really well constructed."

[Raiden]

Thomas gave a small smile, the puffs of smoke from his cigarette floating in the air. Any who got too close to the small cloud felt abnormally...good.

"Well, there's nothing better than a well constructed lightsaber. And Form III is a very good style to study. He seems to perform it well."

One of the shots that Darb deflected struck the bot in a strange way, and it began to malfunction. It turned and made a new target off the training area. A spare blaster shot was fired from the arena, and headed at Thomas. Reaching down quickly, Thomas grabbed the lightsaber that floated at his side, ignited it, deflected it, and sent it flying back at the bot. It struck, and shut it down. He placed the lightsaber back down at his hip, and it floated in suspension. When Tal looked at his eyes, he saw that they were colder than before. Hard and cruel. Thomas took a deep puff from his cigarette, and his eyes went back to what they were before.

"Form VII. I like it a lot."