Post by ArticRan on Nov 1, 2008 0:09:23 GMT -8
The Cafeteria is located in the room that used to fold the force cages. It is fairly standard: Seats 20, has a caf dispencer, and a refresher.
No force powers are allowed in the Cafeteria.
Jade Faraday walked into the cafeteria at three in the morning, after a long training session on the surface. She looked around quickly as she entered and saw no one. She walked over to the caf dispencer and then sat at the nearest table.
She was still upset that the council wouldn't deside now on what to do about saving Count Odin and the younglings. If her father had still been on the council, Odin would already be in Jedi hands.
Jade slouched in her chair terribly, a sour expression on her face. She did a brief look around again then started to move her caf with the force. Stiring it at first, then going faster, until there was a whirlpool in her cup. She narrowed the control until the whirlpool inverted and was sticking out of the cup, looking like a large drillbit. She kept at it until it was the size of a spearhead. The spearhead slowing went from a dark brown to a dull tan as Jade lowered the liquid temperature to freezing.
Jade sighed as the frozen caf fell due to her lack of focus and shatered on the floor. She slowly stood up to pick up the piece, but several mouse droids were already at it. She shook her head and lowered again. Think how disappointed her father would be with her if he had still been alive.
Tar walked into the cafeteria, dripping still from the shower after his workout. He had found that he was focusing too much on his Force talents recently, and had made an effort to balance it with the training of his body. He had chastised himself several times for allowing the Force to flow through him as he worked, relieving the soreness in his muscles, soothing the tears that would build more muscle when they did heal. So, he had resorted to chanting a few marching cadences as he worked, keeping his thoughts occupied fully with his work and the beat.
He saw a fellow Jedi, a female sitting alone, so he made sure to wipe himself a bit more enthusiastically with his towel. He made his way towards the automated vendors, piled a bit of food onto a tray, and grabbed a bottle of some beverage or another. He wolfed down most of his meal as he walked over to the door, setting his now-empty tray in the stack designated 'to be cleaned', and standing by the door, chewing his last bit of food and taking a sip from his bottle.
I sense some conflict... Is it right to address it? Perhaps she doesn't want anyone meddling in her affairs... He thought. He heard his grandfather's voice lecturing him.
Kohai, if you never seek information, you will never learn. Besides, sometimes the best anwers come from simple questions. Inquiry, although usually frowned upon by those who suffer from excess of it, often solves many problems... The old man had said, his old, heavily lined face slightly cheerful as he drew his fingers through his beard, braiding it to keep it from getting tangled. At the time, Tar had wanted one of his own, so he could wrap it around his face when it got cold. Now that he actually had the ability to grow facial hair, he found it to be too irritating to maintain.
Well, better say hi before she thinks I'm just watching her... He thought, shrugging and walking over to the table. He quickly recognized the woman as a member of the council, Master Faraday. He wondered what could possibly be bothering her, but remembered to bow politely.
"Greetings Master." He said, sitting at attention across from her. He hung his head slightly, wondering what to say, before he just let it out, pulling his distinctive white hair out of his eyes. "My name is Tar... I do not mean to intrude, but I sense some... Conflict... within you... I know it is not my place, but I would help you, if I could..." He said. He sat back and looked straight ahead, which happened to be the direction her eyes were in. The trick often benefited his people, his Grandfather pointed out, as beings ignorant of their race would assume they were blind. Tar had quickly learned to master it, practicing in public places when someone would bump into him and glare at him, only to look away, ashamed. It wasn't a nice trick, but it had its applications.
Jade looked up at the Echani boy really notising him for the first time when he spoke. She cringed on the inside when he called her master. After four years it was still weird to her, she still had thoughts that she was only on the council to honor her father.
"Thanks for you consirn, Tar, but I don't think you could help me. I'm just irritated at the council's slowness." She said leanning up so she didn't look quiet so lazy. Then notising how Tar felt in the force, she realized he was not a knight as she had first assumed.
"What academy are you from? Did you know anyone on Rakata during the attack?"
Entering the cafeteria after my run, I found I was not the only one seeking out solace in the middle of the night. I recognized the one woman as a master, but the Echani boy was no one I knew. Offering a slight bow to the master I wandered off to find some food of my own, leaving them to their discussions.
Tar looked surprised at Jades' forward attitude. Stammering, he offered a reply. "Uhh... I joined on the Coruscant academy... But I moved around a lot a few months in..." He looked down at his hands for a few seconds before turning his gaze away. "And I did know someone who was on Rakata... A few someones, actually... Friends I made in my training periods at different temples, teachers I learned from... Most of them haven't contacted me since then... I feel an absence where I should feel their presence, and I know the worst has happened." His face grew dark for a moment before he sat back up and smiled. "Yet, if this is the case, they are now one with the Force, and we will be reunited one day. But not too soon, hope... There is still more I hope to accomplish in this body..."
He wrapped a hand around his beverage and clicked his nails against the cool metal surface, tapping out a cadence beat with his fingertips. He grew them out a bit more than a fistfighter should, but it was all part of his training.
Long nails, good for prying out shrapnel, screws, various other things. Combat, flick the eyes in hand-to-hand, startle, momentarily subdue an assailant if no contact is made. If contact is made, blind, bleed, further subdue... He remembered reciting the various uses of every part of his body in combat. He looked back up at the Master and gave her a neutral look.
"How about you?" Tar asked. "I assume that's why you asked..."
No force powers are allowed in the Cafeteria.
Jade Faraday walked into the cafeteria at three in the morning, after a long training session on the surface. She looked around quickly as she entered and saw no one. She walked over to the caf dispencer and then sat at the nearest table.
She was still upset that the council wouldn't deside now on what to do about saving Count Odin and the younglings. If her father had still been on the council, Odin would already be in Jedi hands.
Jade slouched in her chair terribly, a sour expression on her face. She did a brief look around again then started to move her caf with the force. Stiring it at first, then going faster, until there was a whirlpool in her cup. She narrowed the control until the whirlpool inverted and was sticking out of the cup, looking like a large drillbit. She kept at it until it was the size of a spearhead. The spearhead slowing went from a dark brown to a dull tan as Jade lowered the liquid temperature to freezing.
Jade sighed as the frozen caf fell due to her lack of focus and shatered on the floor. She slowly stood up to pick up the piece, but several mouse droids were already at it. She shook her head and lowered again. Think how disappointed her father would be with her if he had still been alive.
Tar walked into the cafeteria, dripping still from the shower after his workout. He had found that he was focusing too much on his Force talents recently, and had made an effort to balance it with the training of his body. He had chastised himself several times for allowing the Force to flow through him as he worked, relieving the soreness in his muscles, soothing the tears that would build more muscle when they did heal. So, he had resorted to chanting a few marching cadences as he worked, keeping his thoughts occupied fully with his work and the beat.
He saw a fellow Jedi, a female sitting alone, so he made sure to wipe himself a bit more enthusiastically with his towel. He made his way towards the automated vendors, piled a bit of food onto a tray, and grabbed a bottle of some beverage or another. He wolfed down most of his meal as he walked over to the door, setting his now-empty tray in the stack designated 'to be cleaned', and standing by the door, chewing his last bit of food and taking a sip from his bottle.
I sense some conflict... Is it right to address it? Perhaps she doesn't want anyone meddling in her affairs... He thought. He heard his grandfather's voice lecturing him.
Kohai, if you never seek information, you will never learn. Besides, sometimes the best anwers come from simple questions. Inquiry, although usually frowned upon by those who suffer from excess of it, often solves many problems... The old man had said, his old, heavily lined face slightly cheerful as he drew his fingers through his beard, braiding it to keep it from getting tangled. At the time, Tar had wanted one of his own, so he could wrap it around his face when it got cold. Now that he actually had the ability to grow facial hair, he found it to be too irritating to maintain.
Well, better say hi before she thinks I'm just watching her... He thought, shrugging and walking over to the table. He quickly recognized the woman as a member of the council, Master Faraday. He wondered what could possibly be bothering her, but remembered to bow politely.
"Greetings Master." He said, sitting at attention across from her. He hung his head slightly, wondering what to say, before he just let it out, pulling his distinctive white hair out of his eyes. "My name is Tar... I do not mean to intrude, but I sense some... Conflict... within you... I know it is not my place, but I would help you, if I could..." He said. He sat back and looked straight ahead, which happened to be the direction her eyes were in. The trick often benefited his people, his Grandfather pointed out, as beings ignorant of their race would assume they were blind. Tar had quickly learned to master it, practicing in public places when someone would bump into him and glare at him, only to look away, ashamed. It wasn't a nice trick, but it had its applications.
Jade looked up at the Echani boy really notising him for the first time when he spoke. She cringed on the inside when he called her master. After four years it was still weird to her, she still had thoughts that she was only on the council to honor her father.
"Thanks for you consirn, Tar, but I don't think you could help me. I'm just irritated at the council's slowness." She said leanning up so she didn't look quiet so lazy. Then notising how Tar felt in the force, she realized he was not a knight as she had first assumed.
"What academy are you from? Did you know anyone on Rakata during the attack?"
Entering the cafeteria after my run, I found I was not the only one seeking out solace in the middle of the night. I recognized the one woman as a master, but the Echani boy was no one I knew. Offering a slight bow to the master I wandered off to find some food of my own, leaving them to their discussions.
Tar looked surprised at Jades' forward attitude. Stammering, he offered a reply. "Uhh... I joined on the Coruscant academy... But I moved around a lot a few months in..." He looked down at his hands for a few seconds before turning his gaze away. "And I did know someone who was on Rakata... A few someones, actually... Friends I made in my training periods at different temples, teachers I learned from... Most of them haven't contacted me since then... I feel an absence where I should feel their presence, and I know the worst has happened." His face grew dark for a moment before he sat back up and smiled. "Yet, if this is the case, they are now one with the Force, and we will be reunited one day. But not too soon, hope... There is still more I hope to accomplish in this body..."
He wrapped a hand around his beverage and clicked his nails against the cool metal surface, tapping out a cadence beat with his fingertips. He grew them out a bit more than a fistfighter should, but it was all part of his training.
Long nails, good for prying out shrapnel, screws, various other things. Combat, flick the eyes in hand-to-hand, startle, momentarily subdue an assailant if no contact is made. If contact is made, blind, bleed, further subdue... He remembered reciting the various uses of every part of his body in combat. He looked back up at the Master and gave her a neutral look.
"How about you?" Tar asked. "I assume that's why you asked..."