((OOC: Ala'ii has destroyed the Sith Lord, and Elli has recovered her memory and remembered she was and maybe still is the apprentice of Darth Syris. And that is about it Now I want to know if I should make a General Discussion thread instead of doing things like this ))
(Thnx about the discusion thread, hmmmmmm.......I really don't know. I guess if it's needed, but that's just my oppinion, it's really up to you. )
Soren: *he stared at the body of the dead sith lord with confusion. while doin' that his mind dwelled within the thought of the force, he started meditating there. he had a question that wouldn't leave him be, {Who was this Sith Lord and were did he come from?}* "........"
[Let's just assume Phynisis like cut off my hand or something]
Victor got up, and grunted in pain. He struggled over to a tree and ripped off a giant leaf, and wrapped it around his arm so it would stop the bleeding.
Elli looked over at Victor, her eyes trailing to the stub of his arm. She winced a little, walking slowly towards him.
You really should go to the infirmary.
She raised an eyebrow, all the Jedi looked pale. She turned back towards Victor, concern showing in her blue eyes. For the moment, her mind traveled away from Syris, making it much easier to conceal her thoughts, and memories.
And I suppose you can use your "resources" to make a new lightsaber?
She raised an eyebrow again, the sarcasm in her voice evident. She bowed respectfully, or appearing respecful. . .she wasn't so sure anymore.
Very well then, I will leave. Oh! And if you see Ala'ii, can you let her know I went for a "stroll" in the woods, I'll be back shortly?
Elli quickly strode away, waiting till she was far out of sight and range to pull out a small comlink. It was merely a matter of switching to wires around a little to catch Syris' signal. She pushed the Jedi to the back of her mind, but kept her senses tuned to any that might approach.
((OOC: That text is purple, it just won't show up as anything other than blue Its not my fault ))
Victor sighed and got up. He turned around and focused the force to chop down a tree. Then he used the Force to carve a hand, and attached it to his wound, to serve as a temporary hand. Then he focused the Force to carve a wooden sword, and went into a cave where he trained for a few hours.
(there is a bit too much that is being done with the force, stone sword, wooden swords, force freakin fireballs too, jeez ))
john relaxed, and walked over to his sleeping spot, up in the tree. there he meditated for hours, letting the events of the night(?) enter and leave his thoughts. 'who was that sith lord? what was he doing here?'. john had no answers.
[Using the Force to modify something is called Force alchemy, which was used a lot in the ancient Jedi order. Fireball isn't even a force power at all.]
((OOC: Ok, lay off on the powers people, the force is a field of power that is not that easily yeilded. Force fireball is non-existent, and maybe carving a hand out of a tree in a matter of seconds is carrying it a wee bit far too ))
Elli looked down at the small device in her hand, a smile spreading across her face. She looped the wires across, cutting off the transmission between her and the Jedi. She reallized that that could be noticed by the other Jedi, but it was a small concern. Her transimission to Syris would be completely hidden by the force.
She flipped up a small switch on the inside, immediately picking up an active signal from an unchartable location. Its beam seeming to come from every planet in the Republic. In her heart, she knew Syris was on the other end.
She put her finger on the transmit button, her hand shaking slightly. She lifted it up to her mouth, but hesitated. Did she really want to do this?
She thought about Syris, and they times they shared, but she couldn't help but think of the Jedi as well. They had brought her in, and cared for her.
Her hand pressed the button, as more of an impulse than a want.
. . .Master?
She could hear the sound of something crashing, then the sigh of someone on the other end. Her answer was not a "Elli!" or even a "Hello" but an order.
Good to hear your voice, I need you to stay with the Jedi, I have plans for you my apprentice.
The transmission was cut short, and Elli reconnected the wires. She once again wondered if the Jedi had noticed the short disconnection. She found herself wondering if she had made the right decision.
((OOC: It flippin died!! What did I do!? Syris is still alive, the senate is still in a bog, its not lack of plot, its lack of enthusiasm. ))
Syris boarded his ship, his cloak billowing through the hatch doors just as they slammed shut, their airtight locks hissing away. His eyes shone like beacons beneath his hood, glaring with something akin to surprise, and disbelief.
He looked over at the captain, blurting out a location.
Yes, we are going to the Jedi's hideout! Just take me there!
He bellowed at the captain, waving his hand, causing his hood to slide back ever so slightly.
I shall need a different outfit and name if I am to befriend the Jedi.
He exited into a small room, pulling out old brown Jedi robes. He held them up and looked at them, his eyes shining with a different glow. He pulled out a dull lightsaber, its hilt showing the use of many years. He ignited it, watching its electric blue glow. It had been so long. . .
My lord! We have arrived!
Syris quickly slipped into the old robes, his young face finally visible beneath his hood.
He stepped off the landing deck, breathing in the forest air. Even without the hood, his eyes glowed brighter than the world around him. For the first time in years, his short, unbrushed, black hair was tousled by a light breeze.
He entered into the main mess hall, seeing the Jedi gathered around the body of his once Master. Despite his efforts, he could not help but smile.
Ala'ii didn't need to look up to notice Syrus, though she was merely surprised at such a bold move on his part.
She straightened up and hefted an armored boot up onto the table, next to the rather delicious meal she WAS enjoying; just merely staring at syrus with bored and relaxed eyes.
She knew it was Syrus but didn't want to inform the Jedi of such, "Oh, hello; may I ask who you are?" she inquired in a friendly tone, winking when all eyes were on him to indicate she knew...
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Now I want to know if I should make a General Discussion thread instead of doing things like this 
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Feb 10th, 2006 01:29 AM
about the discusion thread, hmmmmmm.......I really don't know. I guess if it's needed, but that's just my oppinion, it's really up to you. 
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