https://discord.darkjedibrotherhood.com/rp-sessions/pj2.html
RL stuff happened for Sykes, so we agreed to submit what we had before time runs out.
Thank you :)
https://discord.darkjedibrotherhood.com/rp-sessions/pj2.html
RL stuff happened for Sykes, so we agreed to submit what we had before time runs out.
Thank you :)
(Alisa, Northeast outskits)
Kalen Joss, being such a novice at... almost everything in this galaxy, was quite suprised at the recent turn of events. He had made some direct contacts with leadership of House Ventress, a sub-unit of Clan Plagueis that controlled this system and the area around it,...
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(Alisa, Northeast outskits)
Kalen Joss, being such a novice at... almost everything in this galaxy, was quite suprised at the recent turn of events. He had made some direct contacts with leadership of House Ventress, a sub-unit of Clan Plagueis that controlled this system and the area around it, he had found out. Furious had even pointed out a great tailor/seamstress that he could use to pick up some clothes to 'look' the part for his meeting with the 'Colonel' the next day.
After buying a few new outfits with the profits from the bounty, he found himself chatting with the seamstress who was finishing taking his measurements. She was being quite handsy as she did so aswell. To be honest Kalen was looking for some company, and didnt mind in the slightest. He had basically been on his own now for 4 months. The humanoid need for bonding kicked in.
'Uh, hey, would you want to maybe get together sometime.' He said to the homely looking but kind brunette who the tailor had introduced as 'his daughter'. She appeared to be in her early 30s, not far off of his own age. And she had made some small talk, and again, the handsyness tipped off Kalen that may be interested.
She rolled up her tape and stood up behind him and whispered. 'I'll meet you at the intersection at the end of the block to the north in 30 minutes.' She heard her father returning from the back room.
'And thats your measurements all done Mr. Kalen. We’ll have that all ready for you tomorrow afternoon' the daughter said sweatly as she handed him a receipt chit.
Kalen took the hint and thanked her and the tailor and exited. It had been a long time since he had been on a 'date'. About 15 years as he recalled. His last romance had been during his early 20s, and he had been courting the engineers redheaded daughter. After that brief fling romance had ceased for him. Through attrition and merit he was required to take on more and more roles. Within the small isolated community of survivors, Kalen had been a 'glue guy' so often he hadn't had time to worry about romance. This was much to the chagrin of his now dead parents. They had thought that he would carry on their 'Adept mating traditions' while in their exile.
Almost exactly 30 minutes later, the tailors daughter, who he would later learn was named Cora came walking up to the corner she had specified along with a male and female companion. As she approached she smiled at him and said 'Mr. Kalen, these are my friends Tras and Klina...Have you ever been to a bush party?' She said as she grabbed him by the hand and made to walk off behind her friends. Tras was carrying a mandolin looking instrument, and Klina had a wicker basket with her. Kalen felt a flutter in core, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.
((An hour later))
It was getting near dusk and the 4some had made the campfire near the treeline of an otherwise open meadow. They were about to start cooking their dinner. Kalen had been told, was going to be lightly breaded lizard fresh roasted on the fire with sticks and then wrapped with a large flat local leaf, and eaten with a dipping sauce. Kalen had been to campfires a few times before, infact one of his dates with the Engineers daughter had been a romantic campfire he had planned, those many years ago.
Cora said 'So Kalen, what was the major score you made that had big Furious dropping you off at my Dads store?' She said cheekily. Her Dad was not cheap, and usually catered to established members of 'the Brotherhood', being known for excellent alteration work to formal uniforms.
Kalen was sitting on a log around the campfire. It was obvious that her and her group of friends used this site before. Logs had been felled for benches and the firepit was surrounded with small boulders.
'Oh, it was nothing really, just turned in a bounty is all.' Kalen said as he stood, noting a dead tree still standing near the edge of the forest about 30 feet away.
Cora licked her lips 'Oh you're a Bounty Hunter then are you. How exciting' she said, almost sarcastically.
Kalen shrugged 'He was a villianous piece of scum, who had performed countless crimes in the region...and unluckily for him I was running low on credits' he allowed himself a short laugh before continuing 'Hey, you guys want to see a trick?' He walked over to the dead tree as they shouted for him to show them the trick.
Feeling somewhat liberated since his run in with Furious, Tahiri and Ruka the day before. Kalen pulled out his lightsaber, and ignited as he approached the tree, and it a flurry of motion and blade slashes, he cut the 35 foot tall tree down into a random pile of 20-30 inches logs, in 3.5 seconds. He smiled as he heard the 3 local civilian cheering and laughing behind his back. He withdrew his blade and turned back to them with a smile.
'Nice work Master Jedi, now why don't you come eat some dinner' Cora again said it in a sarcastic tone, but this time it was an inviting one.
Regardless of how she said it, being referred to as a Master Jedi windened the grin on his face. He walked back to the campfire while using his telekinesis to float the logs he had just cut into a neat pile next to the fire pit.
'Im excited to try to these 'Chewy Dips' you all keep referring to.
'They're sooo good, come on come on I'll show you see...I always like to let my leaf bake for a while on the fire stones before wrapping my Dip.' Cora gleefully said, to which Klina rolled her eyes, obviously having heard this debate before.
(An hour later)
After eating dinner and responding to all the questions his new local friends had after he told them his 'origin story'(3rd generation survivor of a lost squadron of ships, losing his family while returning to this galaxy, etc etc) Tras and Klina had grabbed a blanket from Klinas basket and had moved off away from the Kalen, Cora and the fire. Kalen had caught Cora's flirtatious glances and said 'So...?'
That's all it took. She nearly tackled him as she lunged at him and began kissing him passionately.
(7 hours later)
Kalen awoke, in Cora's arms partially clothed, using Kalens poncho and large cloak as a blanket. The fire was still smoldering as he gently exhilarated himself from her embrace go and relief himself. He was smiling from ear to ear, and from that moment on, he would rededicate himself to the principles of love, peace and harmony whenever possible.
After returning to her warm embrace under the cloak and sleeping for another hour or so. The 4 of them eventually all awoke, they smothered what was left of the fire, packed up their belongings and began the 30 minute walk back to 'town'. It was infact a fairly large city, but considering it's origins and with nothing else surrounding it, Alisa City center was often just referred as 'town' by locals. It was so cliche, but even Kalen couldn't help but notice that Cora had held his hand then entire trip home.
((OOG- Fun competition, ive recently returned from a vacation at the lake, and campfires always remind menof summer fling. This gave me an opportunity to channel some more summer vibes, only this time in star warsville. And yes, I name dropped that pop MGK summer song title at the end. Thanks, great event))
(Uluv, west side of spaceport row)
Kalen Joss, the Jedi Knight who no one knew, was on his first 'assignment' since he had arrived on Arx. He was the grandchild of Torah Joss, and son of Darak Joss. And to be fair he had only been back in the 'Galaxy' itself for a mere 6 months. His grandfather ...
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(Uluv, west side of spaceport row)
Kalen Joss, the Jedi Knight who no one knew, was on his first 'assignment' since he had arrived on Arx. He was the grandchild of Torah Joss, and son of Darak Joss. And to be fair he had only been back in the 'Galaxy' itself for a mere 6 months. His grandfather had been a Jedi assigned to one of the 'lost fleets' of the old republic, and he had spent most of his life in a Galaxy 2.5 million lightyears away from the one he was standing in now.
Long story short, he needed a job when their small band of survivors had finally hitched a ride home with some space whales. And he was now compiling a detailed report on the new street narcotic called Day tripper. And to be honest with all the different contracts and contacts he had recieved for this 'mission' he wasn't even sure who he was working for at this point. It was one of clans of the Brotherhood he had joined, he knew that much for certain.
The toxicological and symptoms manifestation reports were complete, Kalen was now observing the drug users general actions and reactions on the street. By his reckoning in this area of the city atleast 20% were obvious users and another 20% were likely users.
To reach toxic saturation of the drug, which caused the overdoses it appeared as though the addicts would have to use the drug multiple times a day. And even then, for atleast a month before clinical toxic levels of the drug were even possible. The drug itself caused such strong reactions, that most people lapsed into long periods of near unconsciousness before ever getting anywhere near a toxic dose.
To actually overdose from day tripper an addicts body had to actually develope a large enough tolerance to allow the subject to even ingest enough to overdose. But after the one month mark, the instances of overdoses skyrocketed. Most addicts wouldnt survive another month on the drug. And no one who used the drug for over 2 months without dying would ever be able to be referred as sane ever again.
His detailed report and analysys was due in less then a week back on Arx, which meant he had to finish the street level study today, and investigate the distribution angle of this whole drug trade tomorrow. Immediately upon arriving Kalen had realized why this had been such an urgent request, with a reasonably high payment too. If he completed this mission, he'd easily have enough to survive for another month or 2 on Arx. But this drug was a scourge, an absolute menace, and if it spread to other sectors they'd likely have millions of dead within a few months.
Just then a junky wiggled away from a wall and tried to walk towards Kalen, obviously to trying to beg for or try to stealing something. Just as Kalen was preparing to consider defending himself the addict simply fell forward, face down in a puddle. In this drug infested ally, on a drug infested world, how sad, he thought... Kalen was about to just walk on, and carry on with his observations when he noticed the junky still trying to breathe face down in the puddly, making gurgling and slurping sounds.
Kalen stopped, sighed, and then went and grabbed the man and rolled him over so he wouldn't drown in the 2 inches of muddy, disgusting water.
As he strolled away, he hoped that his 7 part, 29 page report(so far) would be enough info to help his 'client' figure out how to fix this mess.
Kalen wasnt used to this level of poverty and destitution. His entire life up until 6 months ago had been slent aboard a small flotilla of 5 dilapidated Republic Dreadnaughts stuck in a far off Galaxy. About 4500 people in total when Kalen had been born 39 years prior. Only 1700 made the finished the trip home, being pushed by the whales(3 of the 5 ships had been destroyed during the trip through the inter galactic medium).
By trade he was medic, and a skilled one. But by training he was actually a Jedi Knight, trained at a very young child by his unassuming grandfather, Master Torah Joss. His grandfather died when he was 7 and he finished his apprenticeship under his own father. Indeed the group of dreadnaughts actually had 2 Jedi's when their trip had begun nearly 74 years prior. And by the time of the return trip, they had had a small impromptu Jedi Academy on the Dreadnaughts, Sadly only 2 of the 7 'grandfathered' Jedi had survived the trip home. Kalen, and his on again off again rival/love interest, the redskinned half Twi'lek female, Syla Tan. Unlike Kalen, who had been made a Jedi Knight by his father(now dead)nearly 17 years ago, and been made a Master only weeks before their return trip, Syla had been Knighted by her mother(now dead) only a year before the return voyage.
Kalen had heard that Syla had followed him to Arx, and had joined a different Clan, be he had quickly accepted this mission before ever reaching out to her.
Maybe he would look her up when he returned to Arx. But for now he continued observing DayTripper junkies in their natural environment.