Almalthia

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Jaslyn Dayne

Jaslyn Dayne/Knight

| {Full Name} |

Jaslyn Dayne

| {Age} |

Biologically: 36 Looks: 18

| {Species} |

Dathomerian

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

Yes; Light

| {Appearance} |

Coppery red hair is the first thing you notice about Jaslyn, that and her height. Coppery red, thick and wavy to the middle of her back. She pulls it up or braids it most of the time save for her Padawan braid. She is five feet ten inches or 177.8 centimeters. She has a complexion that is most often described as cream and cinnamon, or pale and freckled. She has light gray eyes that change slightly depending on what mood she is in. Her teeth are even and white. Her lips are a neat cupid's bow a few shades pinker than her skin tone.

She is of an average fit figure, toned lean muscle, and at present could not be mistaken for a boy as she used to before puberty. She is quite apparently female with an hourglass shape.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• Saberstaff that connects by interlocking together at the ends.
• A few sets of robes that range from black, brown, beige, olive, dusty blue and pure white.
• Civilian clothes both casual and formal.
• X Wing fighter. Standard issue.
• R4 Astromech affectionately named Rolph.

| {Physical Abilities} |

• Persuasion
• De-escalation
• Insight
• Survival
• Riding
• Basic Medical
• Piloting Speeders and Starships
• Negotiations
• History of the Republic
• Meditation
• Construction of a Lightsaber (trained further for this to create twin sabers that locked together to form a saberstaff in Initiate Trials)
• Martial Unarmed Combat
• Lightsaber Combat
  
  
           
  • Form I
  • III
  • IV
  • Telekinetic Lightsaber Combat
  • Saberstaff
  • Dual Wielding

| {Force Abilities} |

Jaslyn seems to have a natural affinity for the Force. Innate talents are as follows: 

Innate

• Telekinesis
• Force Empathy
• Comprehend Speech
• Telekinetic Whirlwind

Trained

• Mind Trick
• Force Speed
• Force Throw
• Telekinetic Defense
• Force Jump
• Breath Control
• Hibernation Trance
• Telepathy
• Telepathic Defense
• Force Sense
• Tapas
• Tutaminis
• Malacia

| {Limitations} |

Jaslyn is very justice oriented but believes that everyone deserves a second chance. She is also a pacifist. She doesn't like to kill and prefers to not be placed in a situation where she has to. Her Empathy is a source of contention for her. She does not enjoy others feelings overwhelming her and constantly restrains that particular power in stressful situations, if she remembers. When she lets it go she frequently has to reign it back in to separate her own emotions and those around her. She is calmest when fighting. Meditation for her is a practiced form of movements that include all of her combat abilities, in essence moving meditation. Passionate emotions are a weakness for Jaslyn whether they're her own or not.

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| {Personality} |

Strengths

• Curious – When it comes to new ideas, Jaslyn isn’t interested in brooding – she wants to go out and experience things, and don’t hesitate to step out of their comfort zones to do so. Jaslyn is imaginative and open-minded, seeing all things as part of a big, mysterious puzzle called life.
• Observant – Jaslyn believes that there are no irrelevant actions, that every shift in sentiment, every move and every idea is part of something bigger. To satisfy her curiosity, Jaslyn tries to notice all of these things, and to never miss a moment.
• Energetic and Enthusiastic – As she observes, forming new connections and ideas, Jaslyn won’t hold her tongue – she’s excited about her findings, and shares them with anyone who’ll listen. This infectious enthusiasm has the dual benefit of giving Jaslyn a chance to make more social connections, and of giving her a new source of information and experience, as she fits her new friends’ opinions into her existing ideas.
• Excellent Communicators – It’s a good thing that Jaslyn has such strong people skills, or she’d never express these ideas. Jaslyn enjoys both small talk and deep, meaningful conversations, which are just two sides of the same coin for her, and is adept at steering conversations towards her desired subjects in ways that feel completely natural and unforced.
• Know How to Relax – It’s not all “nature of the cosmos” discussions with Jaslyn – people with this personality type know that sometimes, nothing is as important as simply having fun and experiencing life’s joys. That Intuitive trait lets Jaslyn know that it’s time to shake things up, and these wild bursts of enthusiastic energy can surprise even her closest friends.
• Very Popular and Friendly – All this adaptability and spontaneity comes together to form a person who is approachable, interesting and exciting, with a cooperative and altruistic spirit and friendly, empathetic disposition. Jaslyn gets along with pretty much everyone, and her circles of friends stretch far and wide.

Weaknesses

• Poor Practical Skills – When it comes to conceiving ideas and starting projects, especially involving other people, Jaslyn has exceptional talent. Unfortunately her skill with upkeep, administration, and follow-through on those projects struggles. Without more hands-on people to help push day-to-day things along, Jaslyn’s ideas are likely to remain just that – ideas.
• Find it Difficult to Focus – Jaslyn is a natural explorer of interpersonal connections and philosophy, but this backfires when what needs to be done is that report sitting right in front of them. It’s hard for Jaslyn to maintain interest as tasks drift towards routine, administrative matters, and away from broader concepts.
• Overthink Things – Jaslyn doesn't take things at face value – she looks for underlying motives in even the simplest things. It’s not uncommon for Jaslyn to lose a bit of sleep asking herself why someone did what they did, what it might mean, and what to do about it.
• Get Stressed Easily – All this overthinking isn’t just for her own benefit – Jaslyn, especially with her Empathy, is very sensitive, and cares deeply about others’ feelings. A consequence of her popularity is that others often look to them for guidance and help, which takes time, and it’s easy to see why Jaslyn sometimes gets overwhelmed, especially when she can’t say yes to every request.
• Highly Emotional – While emotional expression is healthy and natural, with Jaslyn even viewing it as a core part of her identity, it can come out strongly enough to cause problems for her. Particularly when under stress, criticism or conflict, Jaslyn can experience emotional bursts that are counter-productive at best.
• Independent to a Fault – Jaslyn loathes being micromanaged and restrained by heavy-handed rules – she wants to be seen as a highly independent master of her own fate, even possessors of an altruistic wisdom that goes beyond draconian law. The challenge for Jaslyn is that she lives in a world of checks and balances, a pill she is not happy to swallow.

| {Place of Origin} |

Dathomir

| {Background} |

I was born on Dathomir. Mother Gina Starr Dayne and father Jor Dayne. My mother was of the Singing Mountain Clan. Earliest memory is of riding a Rancor through a ravine seated on my mother's lap. I was no more than fourteen when I was taken to Mandalor, which would be my new home.

I became fascinated with the Saberstaff and dual wielding two lightsabers and pushed myself to study them. I can remember seeing a Knight, who would later be my Master, going through her forms and I was determined to use the Saberstaff as well.

I was very drawn to Soresu, Form III The Way of The Mynock and Ataru, Form IV The Way of the Hawk Bat and practiced daily and began to personalize them so that I could use a Saberstaff and dual wielding in both forms. Modifications to Form I, III and IV include my inclusion of Jar’Kai. I prefer using Sun Djem as a disarming attack versus a killing blow. I am proficient in Sokan and am working on Telekinetic Lightsaber Combat. I have interests in honing my Force talents as well as Form III and IV. 

I feel my most at peace when reflecting on my training and allowing the Force to guide my reflection of the days events. I find that this method of reflection isn't common and have mostly kept things to myself on the subject.

Merrian took me under her wing when I was nine just after my Padawan Trials were completed and have been with her for ten years. I believe she chose me because of my favored weaponry and my compassion. She may have other reasons but I have had no need to ask and find that acceptance, while a little hard to swallow at times, serves me far better than fighting the inevitable.

I passed the Knight Trials quickly. I learned many things but I find that the most important is that if we search for it the knowledge to help anyone is there to be used. You just have to look hard enough.

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Jaslyn Dayne

Jaslyn Dayne/Knight

| {Full Name} |

Jaslyn Dayne

| {Age} |

Biologically: 36 Looks: 18

| {Species} |

Dathomerian

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

Yes; Light

| {Appearance} |

Coppery red hair is the first thing you notice about Jaslyn, that and her height. Coppery red, thick and wavy to the middle of her back. She pulls it up or braids it most of the time save for her Padawan braid. She is five feet ten inches or 177.8 centimeters. She has a complexion that is most often described as cream and cinnamon, or pale and freckled. She has light gray eyes that change slightly depending on what mood she is in. Her teeth are even and white. Her lips are a neat cupid's bow a few shades pinker than her skin tone.

She is of an average fit figure, toned lean muscle, and at present could not be mistaken for a boy as she used to before puberty. She is quite apparently female with an hourglass shape.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• Saberstaff that connects by interlocking together at the ends.
• A few sets of robes that range from black, brown, beige, olive, dusty blue and pure white.
• Civilian clothes both casual and formal.
• X Wing fighter. Standard issue.
• R4 Astromech affectionately named Rolph.

| {Physical Abilities} |

• Persuasion
• De-escalation
• Insight
• Survival
• Riding
• Basic Medical
• Piloting Speeders and Starships
• Negotiations
• History of the Republic
• Meditation
• Construction of a Lightsaber (trained further for this to create twin sabers that locked together to form a saberstaff in Initiate Trials)
• Martial Unarmed Combat
• Lightsaber Combat
  • Form I
  • III
  • IV
  • Telekinetic Lightsaber Combat
  • Saberstaff
  • Dual Wielding

| {Force Abilities} |

Jaslyn seems to have a natural affinity for the Force. Innate talents are as follows:

Innate

• Telekinesis
• Force Empathy
• Comprehend Speech
• Telekinetic Whirlwind

Trained

• Mind Trick
• Force Speed
• Force Throw
• Telekinetic Defense
• Force Jump
• Breath Control
• Hibernation Trance
• Telepathy
• Telepathic Defense
• Force Sense
• Tapas
• Tutaminis
• Malacia

| {Limitations} |

Jaslyn is very justice oriented but believes that everyone deserves a second chance. She is also a pacifist. She doesn't like to kill and prefers to not be placed in a situation where she has to. Her Empathy is a source of contention for her. She does not enjoy others feelings overwhelming her and constantly restrains that particular power in stressful situations, if she remembers. When she lets it go she frequently has to reign it back in to separate her own emotions and those around her. She is calmest when fighting. Meditation for her is a practiced form of movements that include all of her combat abilities, in essence moving meditation. Passionate emotions are a weakness for Jaslyn whether they're her own or not.

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| {Personality} |

Strengths

• Curious – When it comes to new ideas, Jaslyn isn’t interested in brooding – she wants to go out and experience things, and don’t hesitate to step out of their comfort zones to do so. Jaslyn is imaginative and open-minded, seeing all things as part of a big, mysterious puzzle called life.
• Observant – Jaslyn believes that there are no irrelevant actions, that every shift in sentiment, every move and every idea is part of something bigger. To satisfy her curiosity, Jaslyn tries to notice all of these things, and to never miss a moment.
• Energetic and Enthusiastic – As she observes, forming new connections and ideas, Jaslyn won’t hold her tongue – she’s excited about her findings, and shares them with anyone who’ll listen. This infectious enthusiasm has the dual benefit of giving Jaslyn a chance to make more social connections, and of giving her a new source of information and experience, as she fits her new friends’ opinions into her existing ideas.
• Excellent Communicators – It’s a good thing that Jaslyn has such strong people skills, or she’d never express these ideas. Jaslyn enjoys both small talk and deep, meaningful conversations, which are just two sides of the same coin for her, and is adept at steering conversations towards her desired subjects in ways that feel completely natural and unforced.
• Know How to Relax – It’s not all “nature of the cosmos” discussions with Jaslyn – people with this personality type know that sometimes, nothing is as important as simply having fun and experiencing life’s joys. That Intuitive trait lets Jaslyn know that it’s time to shake things up, and these wild bursts of enthusiastic energy can surprise even her closest friends.
• Very Popular and Friendly – All this adaptability and spontaneity comes together to form a person who is approachable, interesting and exciting, with a cooperative and altruistic spirit and friendly, empathetic disposition. Jaslyn gets along with pretty much everyone, and her circles of friends stretch far and wide.

Weaknesses

• Poor Practical Skills – When it comes to conceiving ideas and starting projects, especially involving other people, Jaslyn has exceptional talent. Unfortunately her skill with upkeep, administration, and follow-through on those projects struggles. Without more hands-on people to help push day-to-day things along, Jaslyn’s ideas are likely to remain just that – ideas.
• Find it Difficult to Focus – Jaslyn is a natural explorer of interpersonal connections and philosophy, but this backfires when what needs to be done is that report sitting right in front of them. It’s hard for Jaslyn to maintain interest as tasks drift towards routine, administrative matters, and away from broader concepts.
• Overthink Things – Jaslyn doesn't take things at face value – she looks for underlying motives in even the simplest things. It’s not uncommon for Jaslyn to lose a bit of sleep asking herself why someone did what they did, what it might mean, and what to do about it.
• Get Stressed Easily – All this overthinking isn’t just for her own benefit – Jaslyn, especially with her Empathy, is very sensitive, and cares deeply about others’ feelings. A consequence of her popularity is that others often look to them for guidance and help, which takes time, and it’s easy to see why Jaslyn sometimes gets overwhelmed, especially when she can’t say yes to every request.
• Highly Emotional – While emotional expression is healthy and natural, with Jaslyn even viewing it as a core part of her identity, it can come out strongly enough to cause problems for her. Particularly when under stress, criticism or conflict, Jaslyn can experience emotional bursts that are counter-productive at best.
• Independent to a Fault – Jaslyn loathes being micromanaged and restrained by heavy-handed rules – she wants to be seen as a highly independent master of her own fate, even possessors of an altruistic wisdom that goes beyond draconian law. The challenge for Jaslyn is that she lives in a world of checks and balances, a pill she is not happy to swallow.

| {Place of Origin} |

Dathomir

| {Background} |

I was born on Dathomir. Mother Gina Starr Dayne and father Jor Dayne. My mother was of the Singing Mountain Clan. Earliest memory is of riding a Rancor through a ravine seated on my mother's lap. I was no more than fourteen when I was taken to Mandalor, which would be my new home.

I became fascinated with the Saberstaff and dual wielding two lightsabers and pushed myself to study them. I can remember seeing a Knight, who would later be my Master, going through her forms and I was determined to use the Saberstaff as well.

I was very drawn to Soresu, Form III The Way of The Mynock and Ataru, Form IV The Way of the Hawk Bat and practiced daily and began to personalize them so that I could use a Saberstaff and dual wielding in both forms. Modifications to Form I, III and IV include my inclusion of Jar’Kai. I prefer using Sun Djem as a disarming attack versus a killing blow. I am proficient in Sokan and am working on Telekinetic Lightsaber Combat. I have interests in honing my Force talents as well as Form III and IV.

I feel my most at peace when reflecting on my training and allowing the Force to guide my reflection of the days events. I find that this method of reflection isn't common and have mostly kept things to myself on the subject.

Merrian took me under her wing when I was nine just after my Padawan Trials were completed and have been with her for ten years. I believe she chose me because of my favored weaponry and my compassion. She may have other reasons but I have had no need to ask and find that acceptance, while a little hard to swallow at times, serves me far better than fighting the inevitable.

I passed the Knight Trials quickly. I learned many things but I find that the most important is that if we search for it the knowledge to help anyone is there to be used. You just have to look hard enough.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Siobhan

Location: Apex Designs

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Interaction: Joel @Pilatus; Ryan @Infinite Cosmos; Elise @KatKook; Paige @Pilatus & Milo @RoccanIronclad

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Siobhan smiled at Ryan's compliment. "Thank you Ryan. That was sweet. How much of that was because you're getting a free meal, that you didn't have to cook?" Siobhan teased him.

She watched Joel and Elise walk over to her car and turned back to Ryan. "She seems nice and fun. Fell at her feet did you? How'd that happen?"

Siobhan raised an eyebrow impertinently at Ryan then motioned over to where Joel was starting to work on the car. "Come on I love watching him work." She led them to a distance where she could observe and he could speak freely.

Siobhan watched as Joel quickly and efficiently took charge. He was parking just as Paige and Milo pulled up. "Looks like you get to meet one of the sleu of exs of the ice biotch."

Siobhan waved at the couple as they pulled in behind her.

X-Men: The New Era - Issue II: Avalon Rising

@Brioko Jobe Move Matt on over to the CS tab

X-Men: The New Era - Issue II: Avalon Rising

Avalon

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The most frightening thing that could have happened did so without hesitation. A dark energy swirled around the darkly handsome man, as if a living inky fog spilled from his person. He watched the “fog” roll over the ground slowly avoiding the woman. The dark eyed man smiled as the woman’s head lifted and met his black eyes. “Yes. Finally the informant that I seek. Rise my dear and tell me what you have gathered on... the girl.”

The man watched in avid fascination, a small cruel smile found its way across his features, as the “fog” filled the establishment. The gasps of the wounded that had not been transferred outside quickly enough as the “fog” slid over them, an invasion that made his eyes close and a chuckle tumble out of him. The sound seemed to roll like thunder out across the floor to echo back eerily as thunder.

Thuds of flesh twisting and seizing were heard for seconds that seemed to take hours. Rising three man approached and knelt next to the woman. The handsome man sitting on the throne indicated the whole of the building and the three humans. “Gifts my dear. I have much to do here and so little time to do it. For now I trust you know what the plan is and will follow it. Feel free to embellish as much or as little as you wish.”

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Siobhan

Location: Apex Designs

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Interaction: Joel @Pilatus; Ryan @Infinite Cosmos & Elise @KatKook

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Siobhan smiled at the girl’s enthusiasm for cars. “This is Ryan Woods.” She indicated Ryan. “You might have seen him winning the cook off most recently. We have a few friends that will be dropping by shortly but I made more than enough food to go around. I also need to ask Ryan how my cooking measured up.” She grinned and pointedly held up her hand giving him the “just a second” universal sign.

Moving on Siobhan indicated Joel with a broad teasing grin. “Since you seem to be such a connoisseur of vehicles, you shouldn’t be surprised to know that the owner of the shop is also a hot shot Rebellion Rally winner; none other than Joel Nicolosi.” She laughed and it rang with an enchanting musical quality. “Plus he’s easy on the eyes, and the boss man. He has been known to throw his weight around. Just ask his Pit Crew.” Her attitude wasn’t possessive in the slightest but factual, at least to her it was factual, and her tone showed it.

Indicating herself she shrugged and stated modestly. “My name is Siobhan Murphy and I'm a bit of a bore, just an artist. Unlike these two interesting gentlemen. But seriously come sit down and have something to eat or would you like a drink?”

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Ethan

Location: Milo's shop apparently...

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Interaction: Victoria @PrinceAlexus

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Mentions: Ryan @Infinite Cosmos

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Ethan nodded to Milo and watched as Milo walked back inside. Once back inside he looked at Victoria and smirked at her. "I treat everyone the way they present themselves. Take Milo for instance, nice guy. His interest wasn't in the right place but now it is. He presents himself as a nice guy so I treat him as such. You little miss and I have unfinished business. Where's your little boy-toy? Tired of him already? Poor kid. Didn't know he had a use-em-an-lose-em type of girl did he? Seems like we all learn the hard way. But you like to think you're shit don't stink. But before we get into all that let's do what the nice man said and move along."

Ethan hopped on his bike and turning it on the engine purring he pulled back and forward so that Victoria could get the car into the street. He planned on following her so that they could finish their conversation. She could pick the place if she wanted to. "Alright Princess let's go." He said Princess as if it were a dirty word and implied that she was quite the opposite.

Star Wars: The Force is Eternal

Collaboration between Bea, Almalthia & Fallenreaper

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Memory - 6 ATC, 8 Week 5, Day 4, Midday

There was little time as he turned back, holding back the wall of inferno for as long as he could. Dominik made sure the tunnel had been sealed, so that all others in the cavern would be safe. Including Lo. He felt the inferno building, threatening to overtake him as he fought against it with the Force. Too long had the explosive forces been held using the Force, too long had they been contained. Dominik suddenly felt his hold on the Force loosen as the forces he was trying to fight exploded violently outward. The Jedi master felt the gravitational force against his body as it rippled through him. He heard the sickening crack of bones, and the internal tearing of something more. His body was forcefully thrown back against the wall of rock he had created mere moments ago. 

He hit the rock wall hard, losing the air in his lungs as his body succumbed to the forces of gravity. The man’s body sunk down over the rubble, sliding down closer to the tunnel floor as the flames he had been fighting danced along the tunnel ceiling above him.

As his eyes slowly started to close, his body began to go into shock due to the internal injuries he had just sustained. His ability to feel pain started to dim and a numbness set in. The only pain he felt was for Lo. She did not deserve this.

As his mind went black and his spirit wandered, he felt along all of the bonds he had with his fellow Jedi. Satele, Kyla… Cora. He didn’t want them to be in the dark about what had just happened. Dominik felt he was going to die, his body was holding on but for how much longer? 

Even though what seemed like minutes to the Master Jedi were actually hours, his mind continued to wander. He reached out to Cora, a younger Jedi whom he had trained and been helped by throughout his years. She was bright, compassionate, and selfless. 

Cora… A weak voice went through their bond. Dominik wasn’t sure how much of his emotion she could feel, how much pain was reflecting from his side of the bond. He didn’t want to hurt her, but if this was it he wanted to say goodbye. He also knew Lo would need help, someone to look up to should he pass on to be one with the Force. He needed to tell Cora. 

Cora looked up from a medical text she was reading with a raised eyebrow. How could I have not sensed Dominik? His presence should have been apparent when he landed. What is going on? She looked around with a smile but saw no one. Standing she looked at the door to her office. It was still shut. It could only mean one thing, Dominik wasn’t physically present.

Cora felt the bond that she shared with her former Master Dominik. She felt the stirrings of the Force and the unique way that Dominik shaped it. It reminded her of bright hot afternoons in a garden. The warmth of his personality shaped the effect that the Force had on another as he wielded it. But this felt like a cloud had passed before that sun, it was still Dominik but somehow… lesser?

Cora took hold of the connection and held firm. In a no nonsense voice she called out to him. “Dom. I am here.” It was aloud and in her mind through the bond. She turned the lock on the door with a wave of her hand. Usually no one bothered her in her office but there was the rare occasion. Better to be safe than sorry. She did not like this at all. It felt… off. As if something deeper were wrong. The Force rang with it, as if a shadow was over it. She acknowledged the feelings but did not act on them yet. Time would tell if she could fully sense what was disturbing the Force at present. Other than her turning it over and over like a puzzle box from Alderaan. “Alone if that matters. What is going on?”

Cora, my Padawan is on Ryloth. The man began. Physically his body took a deep, pained breath as his mind tried to come to terms with what was happening. He wasn’t ready for this, but it was necessary. He had no time to think of any other options. The safety of the Twi’lek people and his Padawan came first, always. 

There’s been an accident. Mortars… I managed to stop the fire from getting to them. I just… there was no other way. There was a long pause, as if their connection threatened to break due to the weak nature of Dominik’s aura in his injured state.

Cora, I need you to help Lo. I don’t want her to be alone.

As Dominik spoke Cora realized what this was. Cora realized this was Dominik reaching out with the last of his will to help save others. A wave of pain had her sitting down. She couldn’t check his injuries at this far away but they felt extensive. The emotional pain roared through her and she quickly tamped it down. She buried the welling sorrow with the knowledge that it would be dealt with later. Dom what are you saying? Why can you not protect Lo? I will leave immediately but you must tell me what happened. I have to know the extent of what is going on here.

Cora had fallen silent. She briskly stood and put the book away and calling a pen to her hand wrote out a note. She kept a hold on the bond and waited for Dominik to respond to her. She was anything but still while she did so. With an economy of motion and grace the petite woman swept down the hall of a pristine building. She encountered a Chadrafan to whom she handed the note as she headed for the landing field.

I don’t know if I can pull through this, Cora. There was a long pause as Dominik felt his mind being pulled away, his will weakening and the connection threatening to fade. He pushed back with the strength he had left. His words became clearer as his mind fought that darkness that threatened him. 

If I don’t come out of this, I need you to be there with her. She does not deserve to be alone. His last thoughts were strong as they pushed hard, but his body kept falling further and further away from the land of the living. 

His thoughts rang again to Cora, this time much weaker than when he had reached out initially. 

I want her to remember what I told her, Cora. To trust. Please do not let my absence hurt her willingness to trust in herself…and in the Force...please.

Cora stilled. She was losing him. She had come here to escape that pain. To escape the depth of her grief at the loss of her Padawan and now she was losing someone even more dear to her. Dominik had been like a father to her. Or at least that is how she had seen it. That bond was more precious to her than she had even realized until it threatened to not be there. She blinked away the sting of tears that threatened to fall. She was done with self exile. It was time to make a stand and hope that the Force was with her and with Dominik. She kept a tight rein on the bond. Dom...I will be there as soon as possible. You… must trust that you still have a place here. I have been so blind as to hide here after… Pyter’s death. I did not spend the time as I should have. Dom I do not wish to lose you as well...

You’ve done well, Cora. Grief is a fickle thing. I do not blame you...for exiling yourself. May the Force…be with you.

His mind pulled back fully, leaving his side of their bond eerily silent, and void of any feeling. It was still there, faintly, holding on to the last glimmer of life it could. Physically, Dominik’s breathing lessened and became more shallow the longer time went on. The rock and dirt settled around his form as a few larger rocks pinned him down. He was cradled into the collapse as his mind started to wander, and his body threatened to succumb to it’s injuries.

Cora felt the once strong unshakeable bond dwindle to a meer thread but not vanish and fizzle out as she had with Pyter. Hope sprang in her and she held on tightly to that tiny thread as she picked up her skirts and ran. Cora never ran anywhere, especially in skirts. It was unseemly.

Rounding a corner she almost bowled over the Chadrafan that she had given the note to. He was wide eyed and holding a pack that was well worn. Knowing that her medical supplies and some clothing for the trip to Ryloth were in it she quickly, albeit, gently took the pack. She had barely slowed down and she made a mad dash to the door that was opening. No one stopped her but she was sure that they all wondered what was going on.

She got to the Corvette just as something was being loaded on. She spoke to Dominik through the bond not expecting a response but she would not let him give up. Instinctively she knew that if she did let go so would he. There was something so wrong about his light leaving the universe. As if she knew that if he were gone then things would not turn in the favor of the Light. The thought rang true and she knew she had a battle on her hands. On that she would gladly accept and win.

She started to tell him a story as she started to take off. Many years ago there was a small girl whose parents were taken from her, but she was saved by a man she would come to look at as her father…

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Ryloth 6 ATC 8, Week 7 Day 4: Night

Cora finally within sight of a good landing place away from civilization touched down. She had just been able to hide her ship in a clearing large enough to take off and not land without knocking over trees. The landscape allowed her to relax and meditate in the Force. Stretching out she allowed her senses to flow over the landscape. 

After a few minutes she rose and started heading in the direction that called out to her within her meditative contemplation. She picked her way to a rocky outcropping that was a hole. Like a sinkhole that had opened up ages ago swallowing up some of the ground and trees around it. Collapsed logs scattered down till the darkness swallowed them whole. She had no idea how far down the sinkhole went but she knew that she’d been led here by the Force and she was going down there.

“Well, of course Dom cannot make this easy. It would not be his style. If I wind up looking like something the lo-cat dragged in I will not be happy.” Cora started climbing down thanking the Force that she’d decided to wear her boys attire. Her bag jostled up and down, left and right against her back as she lightly lept from one edge to another. She reached around and shuffled the bag open and digging in it she pulled out a light. Activating it she shined it down to lighten the darkness in the hole.

Thankfully without incident she was able to reach the bottom. The floor was wet and cold. Looking around she noticed that there was more than one way she could go. Blowing a piece of hair from across her face she rolled her eyes. “Oh of course.” Taking a deep breath she focused and reached out again.

Left. Opening her eyes Cora swung left and with a confident stride went in the direction that the Force pulled her. She could feel the familiarity of the Lightside echo back at her as she went farther in. Time was hard to track down here but Cora thought she might have been walking, or crouching for about four hours now. She came to a large chamber and stopped for a moment. The feeling was different. Larger.

Cora reached out to Dominik hoping that he was conscious or at least receptive.

The older Jedi had found himself on the floor of his hut, back leaning against the wall and eyes closed as he finally found time to rest. Ever since Evemarie's arrival, he had been discussing the idea of moving the people to a different location, staying and fortifying tunnels, and preparing for the next supply drop. Among other things. Feeling a gentle brush from the bond he held with Cora, the Master Jedi's mind was nudged awake. His eyes opened slowly, observing the dimly lit space and realizing just what it was that he felt. Was Cora on Ryloth? 

The older man reached back out through their bond. Physically, he took his walking stick and used it to help himself stand. Nearby sat another dose of the herb mixture Lo had concocted to allow him to feel less pain from his hip. She had constantly supplied a new one every other day ever since the first. He eyes it for a few long moments before taking it slowly and pouring it down his throat. 

The man coughed softly as the taste made him shudder. He took in a deep breath, eyes closing as his body finally began to wake up. He stood fully up, using the wall as a brace to his side as he focused on the bond he held with Cora.

Cora felt the presence of Dominik across the bond. Her head snapped to the smaller opening across from her. She was going to have to crouch again. No matter she could feel that Dominik was close. Crouching down Cora quickly slid into the tunnel and came to a cavern that was the sight of a recent cave in. She reached out with the Force and washed it over the cavern as it echoed back to her; she realized that the wall she was standing in front of was where she needed to go. Turning she laid her hands on the wall of the cavern.

She could feel how close he was, maybe a few feet away. “Dominik!! DOMINIK!!!” She pushed with the sense of the Force hoping that Dominik would be listening not only to the bond but also maybe, just maybe, sensing her presence and trying to figure out where she was. She was on the verge of franticness to see if he was alright. Swallowing the emotions she had let surface she calmed herself and reached out again.

Dominik felt as Cora's aura slowly came closer and closer over the course of minutes. The older man took hold of his walking cane and quietly slipped out the entrance of his hut. He steadied himself for a few moments, his mind still continuing to wake as he walked towards one of the still accessible tunnels. 

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Lo's brown eyes tightened when she spotted her master leave the hut then enter a tunnel. It led to the outside causing the padawan's irritation to rise in her chest. Every night, she had stayed up late. Each time she pounded new salves, set them into portions, and finally sealed them into leaves. The last ritual of the night had often been tucking her master's exhausted form into bed.

Now, he chose to leave his hut and wander off. Wordlessly, she followed him close enough to not get lost. She resisted the urge to holler at him. This time, Lo decided to watch and wait for the chance to interrupt.

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Her aura led him down a series of smaller tunnels he hadn't trekked down often. Although he knew he wouldn't be lost, these tunnels were still uncharted territory in terms of how stable they still were. 

Slowly the man found himself at a dead end of the smaller side tunnel. It was darker than the larger tunnels but the nearby crystals still allowed for some light to get through.

He felt Cora's aura so close, yet so far. He could feel her emotion, but there was still something in the way. Letting his cane fall to the rock floor of the cave, the old man took a few steps, holding his palms out in front of him and leaning against the rock wall nearest to him. His palms felt the cold rock underneath them, and through to the other side was someone he held very dear. The older Jedi closed his eyes and focused the Force through his body and through the bond he held with Cora. 

I'm here. I'm alright. Came his soft voice. Eyes shut tight as he channeled the Force through his palms. It was the rock wall that blocked them. And it seemed only together could they safely eliminate it.

Tears of relief leaked from Cora’s eyes as she heard his call through the bond. Dom. Which way? I have not found another way to where you are at present. I might be able to cut through the wall but I do not know if it will hold on your end. Dom? What are we looking at on your end?

If we work together, I think we can safely break through the wall without the entire tunnel collapsing. I'd prefer not to go through that again. Dominik replied, teasing slightly at the end as a playful smirk came to his lips. His eyes were still shut tight and his hands flat against the wall as he spoke to Cora through their bond. 

If we focus, we can do it. But we have to be slow, and careful.

Cora took a deep breath as a flash of what Dominik was thinking came across the bond. She placed her hands on the wall. Alright. I am ready. She focused the Force to a fine point and struck the wall like a sculptor with a fine chisel and hammer.

Dominik felt Cora's presence in the Force as they both started to work away at the wall. Deep, long cracks started to stretch through its surface as both Jedi worked to challenge and undo what nature had done. Dominik felt a tinge of exhaustion just as they started, but he had to give everything he could so that Cora would be able to safely make it to the cavern and not have to backtrack to find a connection to the main tunnel.

He took in a deep, sharp breath as he pushed all of his focus into the task at hand. As the cracks grew, he made sure they wouldn't threaten the integrity of the tunnel as a whole once the wall came down.

Sweat dripped down Cora’s face and neck to slide along her spine. She shivered and continued to chip away at the wall with the Force. She could feel Dominik’s exhaustion and hoped that this would be over soon. She had a better idea of what was ailing him this close but she needed to lay hands on him to be sure. Almost done Papa-uh Dom.

Dominik faintly registered her words through their bond as he worked, but his mind was so focused on the wall, on preventing another cave in, that he didn't put much thought anywhere else.

Slowly the cracks in the wall went deeper and deeper. Dominik started to hear the shifting of rock and dirt as the wall slowly started to give way along the guide they had created. A rough doorway opened up, connecting the two tunnels and effectively reuniting the two Jedi. 

Dominik quickly leaned against one side of the doorway as the dust settled, rocks and dirt flowing around his feet as the rest of it fell. He took in a few deep breaths as he looked down to see a Jedi he had not seen in many years. Cora.

Cora directed the flow of rocks and dirt past her deeper in the chamber as the dust settled after they accomplished what they set out to do. Cora looked up as a figure became clear. “P-Dom.” She reached out to him touching his face. Instantly she was assessing the damage.

"I'm… fine." Dominik spoke quietly, watching as Cora came near, feeling her hand on his face. The man finally allowed his body to rest as he slid down the wall he leaned against. There was no denying the strength and endurance he still lacked even after recovering quite a bit. It was frustrating, and embarrassing. It had been a very long time since he had been the weak one. It was not a feeling he liked.

"You didn't have any trouble getting here, did you? No one followed you?"

Cora sunk down with him, her mouth a firm line rather than the normal cupid’s bow. “You old fool. You are not fine. Lie to someone other than a Master Healer. I had someone dogging me for a few days before I arrived in the system but I lost them. It was likely because of the Corvette. I am no Padawan or green Knight. I know that it draws attention. Mainly the wrong kind. Stealth was an excellent skill to know in this instance. As is Revitalize and Healing both of which you need and I mean to give.” 

Looking like she was ready to do so she touched his brow smoothing back his hair. Her face softened as her hand trembled. She looked around and nodded, her face becoming blank. “We should move. I believe that the orchestration of the Force to get us here will not hold off the creatures that should be here for much longer. Can you move Dom?”

"I do not need your healing skills, Cora. There are others who are far worse than I am. They need it first… and Lo. She needs to rest." Dominik mumbled, glancing up and down the tunnel as Cora suggested they move. He nodded, indicating he could move, before he slowly began to use the wall to help himself stand. 

"Thank you, Cora." He began, taking a small breather as he fully stood. He held out one hand, using the Force to call his walking stick back into his grasp. "Thank you for risking your safety to come here. I couldn't leave Lo alone. And I was afraid that it was my time… but she's not ready. She shouldn't have had to fill in my position while I was in my coma." Dominik remained still as he spoke about his Padawan, eyes closing as he recalled those last moments before his mind had gone black. Cora was his last hope in making sure Lo wouldn't be alone. He knew, even though he had survived, he would still need help in giving her some relief.

Rising Cora nodded. Her lips thinned stubbornly. “Fear from you? You surprise me. This should convince you Dom that you need to be at your best for everyone here. I will not hear an argument. I am the only full Healer here. You may be the leader but when it comes to your health I refuse to argue with you about this. You have not been well for far too long. You look gaunt. I will not have you shuttle me off telling me that you do not need my skills. I will do what the Force wills of me and if you do not want Lo to be alone then you will stop this nonsense. Listen to the Force. You pulled through for a reason. You reached out for more than one reason. I am here because the Force wills it. Do not turn me from the path that it has set for me. The path that you set me on thirty-two years ago.”

Cora looked at Dominik knowing that he could refute all of it but knew that she spoke truthfully and it resounded in the Force. She helped him away from the opening they had created and gently pulled him in the direction that she felt more Jedi. “Since you have successfully gotten me to string more than seven words together than I have in the last ten years you will have to put up with my ways. You really should resign yourself to the organizational and management skills of someone who has had to run a teaching hospital for the last ten years. You have no idea the force of nature you have let loose. Yet.”

Dominik smiled at her words, his eyes closing for a moment as he regained his balance while Cora helped him back towards the cavern. “Lo and I will surely accept your help, Cora. Thank you.” He said softly, allowing the younger Jedi to help him back in the direction he had come.

With that Cora nodded and continued walking with Dominik. "Where is your pallet?" She was looking around taking in her surroundings as much as she could in the almost non-existent light.

There were very few Twi’lek out and about at that time of night, however those that were watched Cora and Dominik with curiosity and caution. Dominik waved a hand towards them, indicating there was nothing to see. A couple of the younger Twi’lek children who were out and about watched with pure curiosity, their eyes on the newcomer as Cora helped Dominik.

“There’s a hut- right over there.” Dominik said, pointing to one that stood a little out of line versus all of the other huts around it. 

Cora moved them to it. They almost tripped over a small body, almost. Cora pulled up short and saw a small Bothan breathing deeply obviously tuckered out. Leaning over she realized it was a teenage girl and picked her up. She motioned for Dominik to keep following.

Dawn had just broken and in the gray light she shifted the cloth flap from the entrance. She noted the sparse furnishings and took the situation in hand settling the Bothan girl gently. She was in charge here. Getting him to lay down was far too easy. Which meant he was weaker then he wanted to let on. 

Sighing Cora sat beside him and took his hand. She called upon the Force and began healing him. It was no small task and she had expended quite a bit of energy with the rock wall. 

Concentrating on Dominik she could feel him slowly healing the damage that had been done to him just before he reached out to her. She replenished his body's natural healing stores and went on with her work. He was healing well at least. The basics of life-saving healing were there and she wondered who had started the daunting task.

As she realigned muscles and tendons setting them back into place she realized he'd have been weeks away from full recovery, only days if they'd been getting supplies regularly. He'd be less weary now but they needed those supplies,  and soon. She knew that he'd be better soon and she was almost too weary to continue. She stopped and set his hand down on the bed. He'd be sore when he woke but he'd be better off. 

Rising Cora teetered for a moment. She steadied herself and walked slowly to the exit. She turned as she steadied herself on the wall with her fingertips. She walked over to the girl and sat down with her back to the wall. Reaching a weary hand out she stroked the girl's face seeing the circles under her eyes.

Gently Cora released some of the girl's tension so that she'd sleep better and deeper. She felt the girl relax and her twitching stopped. She kept her hand on the girl till she was sure that the girl had passed into a restful sleep. Standing again she used the wall leaning her head back and sighing heavily. She was tired. So very tired. But there were things to do and not before she had a couple of hours of sleep.

She went over and sat on the edge of the bed and checked on Dominik. He was sleeping his breathing deep and even more relaxed than he had been. She counted his breaths and took his pulse closing her eyes as she counted.

One. Two. Three…

Cora slumped over seconds after she closed her eyes. Asleep even before her head hit the bed.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Tonic

Tonic

| {Full Name} |

Jocelyn Victoria Beatrix Harmon

| {Age} |

25

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Appearance} |

Joss is five foot even. Her gray-green eyes are long lashed almond shaped and look large in her classically beautiful face. She is athletically built but curvy. Her platinum blonde hair hangs in a straight fall to her waist, unless it is put up in a bun at the back of her head while she is working. She doesn’t often wear make up preferring not to bother with it unless it is for special occasions. Her normal everyday attire is what one would consider very nerdy chic.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

If you walked into Joss ’ flat you’d see a very cozy version of a library. She has books that range from medical textbooks to the classic literary figures. Her furnishings are very comfortable and give off the vibe of a collage of eras mostly chosen for comfort and a fashionable rug somehow ties the whole room together perfectly. It echoes the colors in the furnishings and brings a sense of completeness to an otherwise hodge-podge of oddities. There is a den that has a desktop computer and a file cabinet that is locked next to it. The locked file cabinet contains her college papers and some notes from observation in theories that she has not had the courage to publish. She owns a Tai Chi sword that is her pride and joy and is kept in her room.

| {Physical Abilities} |

Joss has studied extensively at Harvard to be a Geneticist. She was Summa Cum Laude in both high shool and college. She has a vast knowledge of Tai Chi having started learning the martial art when she was very young.

| {Superpowers} |

Tonic’s abilities are a healing touch and a healing factor. Specifically she can isolate the body's own healing factor in someone and speed it up.

| {Limitations} |

The healing does not mitigate pain from the injuries but as long as the subject is still alive; heart beating even faintly, she can heal them. Her healing factor can heal non-vital injuries within minutes but takes longer on mortal wounds. She is practically immune to poisons, diseases, and aging; which is reduced to a fraction of what it should be. Unfortunately it is also practically impossible for her to get drunk or high; she tried that route to deal with her nightmares. This also applies to fatigue poisons which gives her increased stamina and endurance. Which in turn allows her to run for longer periods of time, not faster just longer.

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| {Personality} |

Strengths

• Great Analyst and Abstract Thinker – Joss views the world as a big, complex machine, and recognizes that as with any machine, all parts are interrelated. Joss excels in analyzing these connections, seeing how seemingly unrelated factors tie in with each other in ways that bewilder most others.
• Imaginative and Original – These connections are the product of an unrelenting imagination – Joss’ ideas may seem counterintuitive at a glance, and may never even see the light of day, but she will always prove remarkable innovations.
• Open-Minded – Joss couldn’t make these connections if she thought she knew it all – she is highly receptive to alternate theories, so long as they’re supported by logic and facts. In more subjective matters like social norms and traditions, Joss is usually fairly liberal, with a “none of my business” sort of attitude – peoples’ ideas are what matter.
• Enthusiastic – When a new idea piques her interest, Joss can be very enthusiastic – she is a reserved person, but if another person shares an interest, she can be downright excited about discussing it. More likely though, the only outward evidence of this enthusiasm will be Joss’ silent pacing or her staring into the distance.
• Objective – Joss’ analysis, creativity and open-mindedness aren’t the tools of some quest for ideology or emotional validation. Rather, it’s as though she is a conduit for the truths around her, so far as they can be expressed, and she is proud of this role as theoretical mediator.
• Honest and Straightforward – To know one thing and say another would be terribly disingenuous – Joss doesn’t often go around intentionally hurting feelings, but she believes that the truth is the most important factor, and she expects that to be appreciated and reciprocated.

Weaknesses

• Very Private and Withdrawn – While Joss’ intellectualism yields many insights into her surroundings, her surroundings are ironically considered an intrusion on her thoughts. This is especially true with people – Joss is quite shy in social settings. More complicated situations such as parties exacerbate this, but even close friends struggle to get into Joss’ heart and mind.
• Insensitive – Oftentimes Joss’ can get so caught up in her logic that she forgets any kind of emotional consideration – she dismisses subjectivity as irrational and tradition as an attempt to bar much-needed progress. Purely emotional situations are often utterly puzzling to Joss, and her lack of timely sympathy can easily offend.
• Absent-minded – When Joss’ interest is captured, her absence goes beyond social matters to include the rest of the physical world. Joss becomes forgetful, missing even the obvious if it’s unrelated to her current infatuation, and she can even forget her own health, skipping meals and sleep as she muses.
• Condescending – Attempts at connecting with others is often worse than Joss’ withdrawal. Joss takes pride in her knowledge and rationale, and enjoys sharing her ideas, but in trying to explain how she got from A to B to Z, she can get frustrated, sometimes simplifying things to the point of insult as she struggles to gauge her conversation partners’ perspective. The ultimate insult comes as Joss gives up with a dismissive “never mind”.
• Loathe Rules and Guidelines – These social struggles are partly a product of Joss’ desire to bypass the rules, of social conduct and otherwise. While this attitude helps Joss’ strength of unconventional creativity, it also causes her to reinvent the wheel constantly and to shun security in favor of autonomy in ways that can compromise both.
• Second-Guesses Herself– Joss remains so open to new information that she often never commits to a decision at all. This applies to her own skills as well – Joss knows that as she practices, she improves, and any work she does is second-best to what she could do. Unable to settle for this, Joss sometimes delays her output indefinitely with constant revisions, sometimes even quitting before she ever begins.

| {Place of Origin} |

Joss is a little town country girl from Pilot Grove, MO. Her family owned a farm and she joked that she was probably related to half the town. It was a sleepy little town that really only had a corner store, a church and a pool. She was the oldest of four with two brothers behind her, two years and four years younger, and a sister seven years younger than her. She was fascinated with biology and learning everything she could. Her parents doted on her and encouraged her to excel in her studies so that she could escape the small town she grew up in.

| {Background} |

Joss was always the smartest one in class. She paid attention and learned quickly. She was exposed to the “big city” when her parents sent her to her aunt and uncle for high school. Their idea of a better education than she was getting in a small town since they saw her thirst for knowledge quickly outpaced the limits of her surroundings. She graduated Summa Cum Laude in her highschool at the age of sixteen and was offered a scholarship to Harvard, among others, which she had her heart set on from an early age. She studied to be a Geneticist and graduated Summa Cum Laude at the age of twenty-three. She was quickly offered a position in Lexcorp with an outrageous salary. I mean who turns that down especially if your parents are struggling. So Joss took the job and has been working for Lexcorp for the past two years. The last six months since the “incident” she has started to question things in her life. Mainly due to the fact that a week after the “incident” as she was walking to her flat from work she saw a woman get mugged. The mugger pushed the woman down and had broken her wrist. Joss went over to help the woman and as she touched the woman the broken wrist healed. The woman brushed it off thinking she was mistaken that she hadn’t really broken her wrist, but Joss was shaken. A few weeks later she was working on a project and dropped a piece of glass and went to pick it up, cutting her finger as she did so. She removed the glass and watched as she healed from the cut within seconds. Quickly she cleaned up the glass and went home early. The only time she had in the past two years. It didn’t end there. Oh no. Joss apparently was in the wrong place at the right time again. This time it was one of the rare occasions that she was out. She was at a bar with some friends in Central City and her friend, Constance, decided that it would be a good idea to drive after drinking. Joss had drunk more than Connie but wasn’t feeling it. Connie pointed this out and told Joss that she was driving. Joss let her. Well Connie got them into an accident. Joss woke up with blood all over her and a metallic taste in her mouth. Connie was passed out and bleeding out. Joss pulled her from the car and in pulling her from the car started healing her. Connie woke up screaming due to the pain of the healing. When the cops and EMTs got there Connie was fine. The tree that they had hit however was not. It was said that it was a miracle that neither of them had been killed. Joss knew better. Joss knew she had changed. She just didn’t know how, why or how far this change went.

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