A Day in the life of a Jedi&Friends:
"There was once a Nikto who loved to fish, but with only sands and rocks it was just too bad, so he went to naboo and got his wish, only to end up being eaten by a... hmm?" The Sluissi looked up from his personal computer, quickly closing it up and putting it in a slot on his belt as two people entered the corner of the cantina he had to himself, one he recognized as Bosh'tet, a Feeorin who he had dealings with before on the wheel, the other, a human female, young if he was any judge of her looks and face, who also looked a bit out of place. "Bosh'tet?" He asked, nodding at the human girl waiting while the Feeorin approached him.
"Girl was looking for a slicer." The Feeorin was saying, shrugging over his shoulder at the girl behind him, I overheard her and figured you might help her out before one of the locals took advantage of fresh meat just off the transport."
The Sluissi glanced at the girl for a moment, she did not seem the usual sort who needed a slicer, then again he wasn't really available, he was merely stuck here before he got to move on but he could help perhaps. "Thanks." He said, handing some credits to the Feeorin and waved the girl over as Bosh'tet left, "Greetings human, I am called Thrall, Thrall Pontax, you were looking for a slicer?" He gestured around at the rest of the cantina room, "This is one of the more... gentle and trustworthy establishments in this place, so please relax."
Cha'alla hadn't been certain following the feeorin had been a good idea, but she had been running up against walls on most of the leads she had tried to run down and she was running out of leads. She hadn't had much of a choice in the matter. Now that she was here, apparently being introduced to a slicer who might be able to help her. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing or if it was just too easy. This Thrall Pontax telling her to relax unfortunately did little to put her at ease. Though unlike some of those she had met since coming to The Wheel, he didn't put her teeth on edge.
“Pleased to meet you Mr Pontax, I'm Cha'alla Shellos, and yes, I am looking for a slicer. More specifically my… employer, wishes to utilize the services of one.”
Thrall looked at this Cha'alla Shellos for a moment, studying her, she was definitely new to the Wheel, looking out of place like that, but the way she moved, talked and body language... reminded him off, but no that was probably out of the question. "Your employer you say, said with a pause... I know the kind, I will not pry, some identities of friends and those one work for are best to be kept a secret." He had his own to keep. "I can help, not myself I am sadly just waiting her for my own... employer, to pick me up. But I know some people who might help, depends on what kind of slicing work you need, short term or long term, things like that."
“My employer is looking for a long term 'contract', remote and on site jobs of a possibly very wide variety.” Cha'alla said, trying not to say much but still give when info she could to help Thrall narrow down some candidates she might contact next. “I honestly don't have all the details myself.” Cha'alla admitted almost as an afterthought. It was true though Cyphor had only told her the bare details she would need to find a slicer that could fulfill the role he had planned, that and Cha'alla was pretty sure Cyphor was testing her, seeing how she could deal with challenges on her own.
Thrall looked at Cha'alla with his species version of raised eyebrows. "That information is both helpful, yet at the same time it is not." He placed his hands together for am moment lost in thought before he grabbed his computer he had put away initially and set it up, the screen facing away from the human. "If we were any other place than the Wheel I would ask legal or illegal activities or work but if you came here you are looking for the latter... or desperate..." He looked at her for a moment not expecting a answer as he scrolled through names, until he selected a few. "There are, besides myself, three slicers on the Wheel that might work... but I can already tell you that two of them will more than likely clean out any financial accounts you might have when they feel like it, leaving just the one. 'To'." He said the name as if Cha'alla should have heard of this person. "He's reliable, trustworthy but... well all slicers are in their own way eccentric... we can see if he is still available."
Cha'alla chuckled softly, she'd had more or less the same reaction to Cyphors instructions, another reason she though Cyphor was testing her. “ The work will probably have its share of legal jobs, but you are right to assume such things I would imagine.” She replied. “ Eccentricity however is something my employer is rather familiar with. I and I believe he, would certainly appreciate any help you can offer.”
Thrall chuckled in return, offering a smile as he packed up his computer and slithered around the table, "I am a firm believer in helping out others when they need it and I'm blessed by working for someone who has a... similar view on things, with a galaxy at war it is sadly not often I see such spirit and behavior in fellow sentients." He escorted her to the cantina exit, "Speaking of such, if you have a weapon show it or at least make it appear you have one. It is sad but it seems if people believe you are armed and somewhat dangerous they keep you well alone on this station." He said patting his WESTAR Carbine slung across his shoulder. "Let's be off and see if To is still where he is supposed to according to my information..."
It was some time later, they did not talk much, both of them had secrets to keep, or so Thrall figured from the way she had spoken about her employer and he because of his own, but the girl was pleasant company and really not the sort who seemed at home in a place like the Wheel. "- add two eggs, add a just a small amount of mustard, the version the Weequay and Nikto prefer and then that dish is simply to die for and... ah we are near the habitat To has listed as his living space on the Wheel." Thrall was saying as they went around a corner and was greeted by the sight of three burly humanoids, one human, a Nikto and a rather large Houk with their backs to Thrall and Cha'alla.
"Last chance to pay up what you owe the boss... or we'll-"
A excited and somewhat relieved voice spoke up, it's owner hidden by the three sentients in front of him. "Thrall! Help!" With a lurch the three sentients turn around and upon seeing both the Sluissi and Human they look angry at the interruption. "You two deal with those two idiots who shouldn't have walked into something they should keep well clear off." At that the Nikto pulls out a vibro knife and the human pulls a blaster.
Her training and reflexes kicking in Cha'alla had her sabre hilt in her hand before the human could raise the blaster it drew, she had however the caution to leave the blade deactivated for the moment. Instead she focused her mind on the force, coating herself in its power to protect against any blaster hits, intending to use the sabre only as a last resort. With the Nikto moving forward she applied a little force power towards his feet, pushing enough to make him stumble, hoping that the situation could be resolved without anyone being killed, though she could admit to herself it was highly unlikely that would be possible.
Thrall was actually not that much surprised to see To in trouble, just not expected to be dragged into it, he pulled out his blaster carbine and made to aim, when he noticed what kind of weapon the human grabbed, a lightsabre. His eyes widened but he turned his attention to the thugs. One of which suddenly stumbled to the ground, Thrall had noticed the way Cha'alla had moved her hand and did not ponder or question it and just brought his weapon to shoot at the downed Nikto, his carbine set on stun. Just as he fires his weapon he sees the human aim and pull the trigger of his blaster.
“Sithspit.” Cha'alla swore as she noticed the human thug wasn't bothering to pick a target leaving her with limited options to try and limit how much of her training she revealed. So as she'd recently been learning more and more often of late a change of tactics even in a case such as this was sometimes the best course of action. Stretching out her hand towards the human she let fly with a stream of emerald lightning, sapping the thug of his strength and energy.
Thrall cursed, the realization that this Cha'alla might be a jedi... or at least a force user going from the sabre and motions had distracted him that his shot missed the Nikto completely. Then the human decided to just shoot at them both with quick blasts, cursing softly Thrall dropped, moving his upper body to the ground and evade the shots. Thrall ducks in time to miss most shots but one of the blasts leaves a scorch burn on his left arm, letting out a yelp of pain but which got replaced by his eyes bugging out as he saw the green lightning spring forth from Cha'alla and hitting both thugs, knocking them out cold... or killing them he could not be sure. Though if it was meant to intimidate the Houk it failed who looked first at the downed thugs and then at Cha'alla, "Nice trick... get out of her before I get madder than I am now human." He says before drawing a vibro-ax and taking a menacing step forward.
Cha'alla had been hoping the houk might decide he was outmatched, apparently he had a high opinion of itself. The same tricks that had worked on the other two thugs were less likely to be effective on this brute, emerald lighting would take too long to sap his strength and trying to use the force to knock him over would be tricky with his mass. Intimidation was not a tactic Cha'alla liked using but it was looking to be the only bloodless way out of this. Stepping in front of Thrall she ignited her sabre, the familiar hum and purple glow feeling comforting and calming to Cha'alla. “I assume you're aware of what a lightsabre can do to flesh and bone as well as just how ineffective that axe will be against one. Leave now and no one else need be hurt.”
The Houk glances at the lightsaber for a moment and then at your face seeing nothing but determination as he holds up a hand, giving up. "Fine, keep the runt, but we'll be back-" He was saying before a blaster bolt hits him between the eyes and two more impact upon his chest, making him crash to the ground as two more blasts hit the downed human and Nikto. Thrall had raised himself and was aiming with his carbine in his right arm, his left arm throbbing from the burn as he then aimed his blaster at Cha'alla. "Sith... or Jedi..." Was all he said.
Cha'alla was silent for a moment as she watched Thralls features for any indication as to what the wrong answer would be. Though considering his earlier comment about his own employer 'Sith' would likely end up with another fight on her hands. "Were I Sith I doubt I would have given that brute the opportunity to leave unharmed.” she said deactivating her sabre, trusting she had pegged the Sluissi correctly. “Would you like me to take care of that for you?” she then asked referring to the blaster wound.
With that answer Thrall shrugged, lowering his carbine. "Good enough for me... appreciate it, but perhaps you can take a look at it later first... where's... To those goons are dealt with, get out whatever hiding place you stuck yourself in.
”Are they really gone?" A squeaking voice came from somewhere nearby.
"They are dead, now come on out of hiding already." Thrall said, a little impatient.
"I was not hiding!" The voice came again, a hint of outrage in his voice. "Merely observing, as he came into view, from under a large dumpster, he was short, his visible features were rodent-like as his large eyes and nose sniffing the air. "You brought a friend? Clearly better help than you, introduce us.
Thrall rolled his eyes, wincing at the pain his arm was giving him. "Cha'alla meet-”
"Toortaryunikoshtamnar." The sentient said with some pride.
"-or easily referred to as To." Thrall added quickly.
"That is not my name!" To said out loud with irritation, before calming and bowing to Cha'alla. "But if the lovely human would prefer she can call me To." Said the short sentient, a Chadra-fan.
“A pleasure to meet you Toortaryu... I think it might cause less headaches if I stick with To.” Cha'alla replied as she placed her sabre back within the folds of her clothing where it was undetectable to a casual glance.
If To showed displeasure at being called as such he did not show it. "Now then... why did the two of you ruin this for me! I had them right where I wanted, now it's all for nothing, there better be something that will make up for this!"
Thrall looked at Cha'alla and shrugged, 'eccentric' he mouthed before turning back to To. "This here woman is looking for a slicer... and since all the good ones are unavailable you made the mark. So she's got work for you."
The Chadra-fan looks at Cha'alla with big, interested eyes. "Oh really? Will it be exciting? Challenging? Lucrative? ... Dangerous?" The last part was added with some fear of the answer.
Cha'alla glanced upwards slightly as she replied “Knowing my master, all of the above could very well apply.” Her tone was ever so slightly sarcastic, it was true of course though things usually didn't start out that way. “It would be a long term deal, and you'd need to leave The Wheel of course, though if these,” she gestured to the now dead thugs “are any indication that could actually be a bonus for you.” she finished with a grin.
To looked at the bodies then at Cha'alla and quickly nodded. "Agreed, when do we leave? Never worked with Jedi before, is it as fun as Thrall said it is?"
Thrall shook his head, "She ain't the Jedi I work for To and keep a lid on that tongue, we don't say the 'J' word, let's get away from here." He winced again. "Would like that look at my arm now too, or later when we are away from this place."
“Fun would not be the word I would usually use...” Cha'alla near muttered under her breath. “We can leave almost immediately. I have one or two lose ends to tie up and I believe Thrall and myself should have a more in depth chat about our respective employers.” At the mention of the Sluissi slicer she briefly closed her eyes and raised her hands to his injured arm. And let the force flow through her, promoting the natural healing of the arm.
Feeling, whatever it is Cha'alla was doing, working Thrall shivered as the unfamiliar feeling went over his arm and wound, but when she was done the scales on his arm did not look burned anymore, bit pinkish but she had started the healing process quite nicely. "My thanks and perhaps we should... I am sure we each have a interesting tale about our employers."
"There he comes." Thrall said, he and Cha'alla, with To running back and forth gathering what possession he had in his living habitat on the wheel, had a most enlightening conversation about their 'employers', in that both were Jedi and he had then offered to arrange a meet between her and his friend and employer Tohkran Koll who was arriving at the station to pick him up. Now they were standing at a observation window of a docking bay, watching as a Nu-class shuttle entered through the mag-con field and landed, lowering it's ramp a moment later, making a single figure dressed in simple gray clothes with a hood covering most of his head and face walk out with a slight limp, leaning on a cane.
Upon seeing him the Sluissi slithered toward the docking bay doors as they slid open and the figure walked through them. "Ah, Thrall waiting for me I see... who are they?" The figure said upon noticing Cha'alla and To coming up behind Thrall."
Thrall turned slightly around. "The Chadra-fan is To..." Thrall paused to look pointedly at the Chadra-fan in question as he opened his mouth to object at the name before he continued the introduction. "The human woman is called Cha'alla."
Tohkran looked at both of them his eyes settling on the human woman he inclined his head in greeting, one head leaning on his cane, the other briefly stroking his largely hazel-brown beard with some streaks of gray appearing in them. "A pleasure to meet you, I am called Tohkran Koll." Out of habit Tohkran reached out with the force and sensed something very familiar about the human woman. "Ah... I get a sense that whatever conversation we should have should be away from whatever ears and eyes that are no doubt in the very walls of this station. If you all would join me on my ship?" He said gesturing to his shuttle, "We can talk aboard the shuttle on my way to my vessel, unless you prefer to be on your own ship of course."
“Quite preceptive Mr Koll, I am equally pleased to meet you.” Cha'alla replied as she made a slight bow of respect. “As I came to The Wheel by shuttle your ship would make the most sense.”
Tohkran smiled, "Very well, if you all would follow me." He said as he went before them and back on the shuttle, as Thrall slithered inside Tohkran stopped him, a questioning look on his face but Thrall shook his head and the Jedi sighed. "Too good to be true I guess." Tohkran was shaking his head as he went to the forward section and the pilot, his padawan, Meilyan. "You can take us back to the Illusion Meilyan, in addition to Thrall we picked up some guests."
The female Mon Cal nodded and already prepped the engines. "As you wish master Koll, leaving within five minutes."
Nodding his thanks Tohkran returned to the passenger space of the shuttle and sat down opposite Cha'alla. "So now that we are somewhat private we can talk, Tohkran Koll, jedi master, now that's out of the bag why don't you fully introduce yourself. And how you came to the Wheel and met up with that rogue Thrall here." He said indicating the Sluissi who had strapped himself in a seat, going through files on his computer.
“Cha'alla Shellos, padawan to Master Cyphor Feylar.” Cha'alla replied. “My Master sent me to The Wheel to recruit a slicer into his operations that search lead me to Thrall who in turn assisted me in finding To there.” She said gesturing to the Chadra-fan slicer. “there was a small... altercation with some thugs and I was had to use the force to defend us, I imagine you can picture the course of events from there Master Koll.”
After a moment Tohkran chuckled before he replied, "I can indeed imagine the course of events that may have come after that, I'm just surprised that Wheel Security isn't hot after your heels. So this is what keeping a low profile is like Thrall?" He said the last part to the Sluissi who just snorted and continued selecting files and programs on his personal computer. There was a small thud as the shuttle lifted off and pulled in it's landing struts, indicating they were headed out of the docking bay toward the Illusion of Grace, Tohkran's vessel. "Well we are on our way it seems, my apologies it has been... a long time since I have been in the company of others besides my own friends and crew, but due to a... interesting worded message I decided to venture back into this corner of the galaxy, I don't suppose you know something about the followers of Ashla?"
I know as much as any student of Jedi history, Ashla is what the ancient Je'daii called the light side of the force.” Cha'alla said as if teaching some of the younglings Cyphor kept at the creche. “Unless of course you have a more... recent interest in the term, an interest that would lead me to believe that you have a contact within the Bothan Spynet.”
Placing both hands on top of his cane Tohkran leaned back in his seat. "Indeed, a message, curiously worded reached my ears through certain Bothan contacts I have developed, curious enough for me to venture this far back in the mid rim. If you know of it then either you must have gotten the same message or perhaps your or your master are responsible for distributing it?" Tohkran asked, raising a curious eyebrow.
“My Master had it spread through the network. He believes that the clone wars might be the opportune time for the remaining Jedi to gather. To what end I do not know, there are some things my master prefers to keep to himself.” Cha'alla said smiling.
"Hmm, I personally thought to remain hidden while this war lasted but... strange rumors of late come through the network, soldiers and warriors being recruited and not by Republic, CIS or even Syndicate recruiters but others, outsiders, increased pirate activity in the outer rim, the list goes on... I guess that message was the final straw that made me decide to venture back into this space and see what could come of it." He looked at the padawan, the young woman in front of him. "I would very much like to meet your master, but was hesitant to send a reply over the comm frequency provided in the message, out of some distrust I must admit if it was genuine or not."
“My Master has heard many of the same reports and has recently decided to step up his own activities as a result. He also admitted that the comm frequency in the message was risky, but less so than handing out direct contact information. He seems to have met an increasing number of Sith in recent years and it has him a little worried that he has had little contact with other jedi.”
"After the Order disbanded and it's surviving members scattered to the deepest corners of space... well suffice to say it has become hard to be a Jedi and more of a target when there are many gathered in one place... but perhaps now we should start banding together once more, though I still loathe to send a message by comm..." Tohkran paused as his shuttle docked once more and his padawan reported that they had landed at the Illusion of Grace. "Ah we have arrived, Meilyan gather Goddor and Halena if you would please, I think the library will make a good room for conversation. Thrall I am sure you are missed in engineering, perhaps your friend To can accompany you?" He gestured to Cha'alla to follow him out of the shuttle in the docking bay, where a number of Kiffar pilots were providing maintenance to some Grace Fighters upon seeing them Thrall let out a snort and slithered quickly to them. Tohkran merely chuckled, "Those fighters are his design, he doesn't like it overly much if they do this kind of thing without him, now then could you perhaps tell me something about your master while we walk? Or what brought a padawan away from his master, finding a slicer on your own seems a bit... questionable. You can keep it to yourself, even Jedi can keep some secrets to themselves if it might harm their interests or allies."
Nodding slightly Cha'alla followed Tohkran from the hanger, sparing a glance for To and Thrall as they went off to do, well whatever it was they were doing. “Master Cyphor has been making an effort to keep the traditions of the Jedi alive by nurturing and training young force sensitives he locates, keeps them from being persecuted just for being born with the ability to use the force as well.” For a moment she paused and smiled to herself, “He found and took me in when I was just four years of age, he's been something of a father to me all these years.” Pausing again and collecting herself she continued on a slightly more serious tone, as though the prior sentence was something she may have preferred not to have said in hindsight. “He can be a little unorthodox at times and there are several tradition of the Order that he chooses to ignore if it suits him, such as his insistence that I not call him Master.” Again she stopped, thinking this time that she may be rambling a bit, not letting Tohkran get a word in edgewise.
Tohkran chuckled. "I have found that certain of the old traditions are somewhat flawed, then again the whole history of the order is filled with contradictions, at one point it was quite common to have younglings be kept in touch with their birth parents, then it was not... and then they again changed the rules. It was quite confusing at times as I read and studied what records I gathered for my studies." He paused gesturing for Cha'alla to enter a elevator and then entered himself selecting a level on the ship. During the ride he continued, "Your master sounds like he cares for his people, especially the future generation of jedi, I must admit I let my padawans refer to me as master, though I scorn on that habit when we are planetside and discretion is needed more. I myself have been... well some choices I have made would have sure had me expelled from the Order in the days of old but they did not lead me to the dark side either. But I had to ensure the survival of myself, my charges and those people who depend on me for their continued survival."
“ I can understand that Master Koll, hard times sometimes call for difficult decisions, Master Cyphor and I have been in similar situations.” Cha'alla replied.
They had reached the library and Koll motioned for his guest to enter, it was a miniature version of the library of the old Jedi Academy on Coruscant, but with a circular table in the middle at which Tohkran took a seat and motioned for Cha'alla to do the same if she wished. "It seems that your master and myself share some things in common then, I will look forward to meet him, preferably as soon as possible." He placed his cane on the table and placed his hands together in front of his face, the elbows resting on the table. "I don't suppose you are headed back to your master? In that case I could offer you and your new friend a ride."
“I'm afraid I won't be just yet, Master Cyphors vessel if currently undergoing a small refit, It won't be ready for another couple of weeks. Until then Master Cyphor is taking care of other business while I've been placed in charge of the ship. I don't expect I will see him again until the refit is complete.” Cha'alla said, carefully avoiding stating that the Pandorum was in a separatist shipyard.
Tohkran watched the padawan for a moment chuckling, "I sense your unease padawan Cha'alla, please you are among friends, or at least I hope to think so, feel free to say anything I won't be offended, and if it is a secret you wish to keep then that is more than fair." He shrugged, "I have been asking several questions, feel free to return some, ask about me, my ship, my crew, whatever comes to mind. I have not many secrets for fellow Jedi."
Just as Tohkran voiced those words the doors opened and three people entered, "Ah my padawans have joined us it seems, allow me to introduce you." He gestured to the Mon Cal female who inclined her head and placed her hands together. "You might have seen Meilyan briefly on the shuttle." He gestured to a Rodian next, a hood over his face, antenna sticking out of the top. "Goddor who I picked up from the streets of Mos Eisly and finally." His hand gestured to a young Zabrak woman, her arms crossed as she looked warily at Cha'alla. "Halena, who came to be my pupil after I showed her that her former master, a sith, was taking her down a dark path."
Halena snorted, "More like I had nowhere else to go after you killed him."
Tohkran looked at her pointedly but received a indifferent look back, letting out a soft sigh Tohkran turned to Cha'alla. "This is Cha'alla, padawan to master Cyphor who was responsible for that message calling us back to this part of the galaxy."
“It is a pleasure to meet the three of you.” Cha'alla said as she took a moment to look them over, first Halena, then Goddor and finally her gaze came to rest on Meilyan. The recognition dawned on Cha'alla rather quickly, Meilyan was like her. “You're a healer?” Cha'alla said to her though the tone sounded anything but questioning. “It's nice to meet another who applies herself to the healing ways of the force.”
The Mon Cal blinked before a smile appeared on her facial features. "Likewise, I prefer to use the living force to do just that... preserve and build life." She turned to some flowers that were placed in the Library, extending her hands and let the force flow through her. At first nothing happened and then the flowers grew and blossomed before everyone's eyes. "Heal and grow life..." The Mon Cal said with wonder.
Tohkran chuckled. "Ever since the living force guided her and made her understand the power to grow plants like that she has been pressing me to install a hydroponics bay under her care. Unfortunately funds need to be acquired first."
“That's quite impressive.” Cha'alla remarked at the display of the force. Turning back to Tohkran She addressed the master again. “I can understand your situation well, Master Cyphor is frequently planning upgrades to his ship or expansion of his operations and runs into the same issue. I believe that may be a central reason to why I was sent here to find a slicer.”
Tohkran nodded, "Well providence or the force, depending on one's view has brought Thrall and you on a path to meet each other like you did." He rubbed his chin leaning back in his chair. "Very well it's settled, at least for myself, I'd like to meet your master Cyphor padawan Cha'alla. Do you perhaps now of your master's plans for a easy location to meet?"
“I believe my Master would welcome such a meeting. I do not know his plans for the next few weeks before he returns to the ship unfortunately, but were you to suggest a time and location on the comm frequency attached to the message you received I'm sure he would make an effort to meet you there.”Cha'alla replied with a smile.
Tohkran nodded, “Then that is what we'll do.” He rose from the table and using a hand to support him moved toward Cha'alla extending a hand. "I think that concludes our meeting... it was good to meet another jedi, or at least a jedi in training... Meilyan will escort you and your slicer friend back to the Wheel to your ship, may the force be with you padawan Cha'alla."
"And may the force be with you Master Tohkran, with all of you."
Tohkran smiled and nodded, watching her go with Meilyan, at a gesture his other padawans left too, his gaze lingered on Halena and he shook his head, that one was full of fire and anger, perhaps meeting a other jedi master might help, when he was alone he recorded a simple message and let Thrall know to send it along the provided comm frequency, message was reading as followed. "Greetings, your message has been received and responded to, a meeting is most agreeable, perhaps at the world were revenge was found." Cathar was the world where a old jedi had taken the first step to become a sith, Darth Revan before he was once again turned back to the light, he hoped Cyphor would get the reference.
The Illusion of Grace,
After the padawan had left Tohkran had left the library, moving to the vault directly next to the library, like the lbirary it was a repositry of knowledge. It calmed his mind to talk to the holocrons of the jedi he had found and gathered over the years, there was one single pyramid shaped sith holocron among the jedi holocrons, it was a holocron he found in possession of the sith who was master to his padawan Halena, at least before Tohkran killed him and took Halena as his padawan. He rather not touch that particular holocron but sometimes it was best to keep such knowledge nearby. He sat crosslegged on the ground in the middle of the vault and focussed his mind, his will and his connection to the force upon one point, meditating and activating holocrons at random, letting the whispered voices of old, death jedi be heard, telling them of their teachings, their beliefs and philospies.
How long he had been in his vault he did not know but when he emerged all three of his padawans were waiting for him, leaning on his cane as the vault door behind him closed he looked at them with raised eyebrows. "Padawans? Is something the matter?"
The three of them looked at one another before Meilyan stepped forward as Tohkran's oldest and most senior pupil. "Master, will we truly meet another jedi?"
Tohkran chuckled, "We already have met another jedi, or does padawan Cha'alla not count according to you?" Tohkran held up a hand to stall a reply, "If your question is that we meet another jedi knight or master then yes so it would seem." He turned to face each padawan, "I assume that this master Cyphor has more than one padawan, at least he has taken care of a number of younglings to take care and train them to use their potential of the force from what his padawan told us... which speaking of which we should really train, so if all of you would accompany me?" He smiled when he saw the sullen looks on his padawans, accompanied by a groan from Halena. But they followed him without voicing a complaint, passing the crew of various species and worlds, verpine engineers going conducting maintenance on some systems, several mouse droids going on about their business but as they got closer to the center of the ship, where the former passageways, cargoholds and ship quarters had made room for the training and exercise areas for Tohkran, his padawans, ship crew and the armed forces aboard this vessel.
The area was filled with the noise of training weapons impacting upon each other, Kiffar Guardians were training among themselves or with some of Tohkran's Barabel, the latter preferring their claws or training blades or clubs to fight with the staff wielding Kiffar. On another side, where the blaster ranges and target practice could be found where the majority occupied, both Kiffar and Barabel as well as a number of the crew, security troopers, common crew members and even some Verpine. Nobody stoppedi n their trianign exercises as Tohkran and his padawans walked past, some, who were not occupied saluted, waved or said a general greeting at which Tohkran replied with a smile and sometimes a exchange of friendly words or a joke or two. They even passed Thrall who had exchanged his personal computer for his WESTAR carbine and was training with a number of Barabel hunters at the shooting range, shooting at quick appearing holographic targets who dissapeared within seconds.
They reached a dome in the middle of the training grounds, in front of it was a large figure waiting, leaning upon the haft of a large vibro-ax that seemed custom built for a person such as him, Tohkran approached him with a smile and raised his arm to place a hand on the bulging shoulder of the Herglic. "Lorax, my good friend, what can I do for you."
The herglic hummed and snorted, looking at Tohkran and then at his padawans. "Wondering if you and your padawans could use another sparring partner."
Tohkran glanced at his padawans from the corners of his eyes, Halena had paled, Goddor's antenna were nervously twitching and even Meilyan had big eyes as she looked at the large Herglic and his vibro-ax. Tohkran shook his head. "I'm sorry my friend but afraid not..." He saw his padawans sigh in relief in unison behind him and smiled as he continued. "At least not with that massive axe of yours, grab a training version and you are more than welcome to join us, I imagine my padawans are more than welcome to the extra sparring partner." And with that Tohkran chuckled and went inside the dome, reaching out with the force to make a training saber fly toward his outstretched hand while he heard the stomping sounds of Lorax going for a replacement weapon for his axe.