"I'm Rai Myers." Says Rai nodding. "I'm not sure how useful my Master will be though, since he was making plans towards leaving the planet. He didn't tell me his destination, all he told me was to join you guys if I could and that he'd find me later." Says Rai to Zak.

---

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Once everyone had boarded the Jedi vessel, the cruiser was on its way to the military headquarters of the Republic armada. Livia, wanting to be alone, had secluded herself within the commodity of her room. Yet, things wouldn't be so simple

 

*SHOOOOT*

 

The door leading to the padawan's quarters slid open and in came Master Cyle.

 

-"Livia, may I have a word with you?"-

 

"If it’s a single word, then yes." she grumbled towards the wall. She lay there on her bed, staring at both of her hands...

 

-"The medical droid says you refuse to get any treatment, even though you're still in considerable pain..."- stated the Jedi Master as he approached.

 

"I don’t need it, and that’s more than a word..." she continued. Still, she hid her hands from him, but kept her eyes on them.

 

Master Cyle remained silent as he walked up to the window.

 

-"I'm sorry. If only I had taken you as my padawn learner all those years ago, none of this would've happened..."-

 

She sat up abruptly.

 

"I highly doubt I would’ve lasted." she hissed, taking it more of an assault on her deceased master.

 

-"Careful, Livia..."- warned Cyle as he turned away from the window to face her -"You may have lost your master, but this attitude of yours may cost you even more..."-

 

"So shall yours." she warned back, and looked threw still blood shot eyes. "He might have been just another Jedi to you, but to me he was family".

 

Soon, the friction between both Jedi reached a critical point and it was then that the famed Paladin of Light decided to take his leave.

 

-"The funeral will be held tonight at the Republic Military Headquarters. Don't be late..."-

 

*HOURS LATER*

 

The Jedi Cruiser had finally arrived at Coruscant's military base.

 

As soon as the ship landed, the wounded were transfered to the facility's medical wing for specialized treatment. Both Quick and Livia would get their lost limbs replaced by mechanical ones, and the freelancer would also remain inside a tank of Kolto for better recovery.

 

"Don’t be late." she scoffed, sitting alone within the chamber the Funeral would take place in. Frowning , she watched her hands... it was too different...

 

She looked at the Mechanical one, turning it over and around. Nothing to even cover up what had happend...

 

The room was empty and obscure. None of the Jedi had arrived yet, but she could picture how it would be already. They would enter the room with a solemn march, aligned into a pair of beelines as they brought her master's remains along with them. They would then set him on the funerary pyre located at the center of the room for his cremation.

Livia could see it and she suddenly felt sick to her stomach...but not because of what she’d just pictured in her mind.

The suffocating feeling of the Dark Side's weight was crushing her again; a sensation which only Livia could sense.

 

-"Everything burns, even Jedi..."- spoke the distorted voice of Darth Lucis from within the shadows, two bright crimson beads giving away his location.

 

"And Sith." she hissed back, standing up abruptly. Her hands were on her only remaining saber now.

 

-"I can sense it... "- begun the Dark Lord of the Sith as he stood up and approached Livia, towering over her even with the padawan's own prominent height -"That burning desire to strike me down where I stand. I bet there's nothing else you would enjoy more than that..."-

 

She ignighted her sabre, "Then you Sence you should stay out of my Striking range".

The Sith Lord remained unamused, not even intending to draw his own weapon.

 

-"How do you like my little gift to you...?"- inquired Lucis as he referred to Livia's new hand.

 

She didnt answer him, only took one step falwards, and struck at him.

 

*PSHFSSST*

 

Both crimson beams clashed fiercely as Lucis ignited his own.

 

-"You don't even realize it, do you? The significance of such a wound..."-

 

Pushing forth with brute strength, the Dark Lord forced Livia to take a step back.

 

-"Slowly, your body and your soul are becoming less humane...rejecting the false charade you've been putting up for the Jedi all these years and embracing what you really are. You don’t have to pretend anymore, Livia...”-

 

The Sith’s souless face came close to hers and whispered.

 

-“It’s time to take off your mask and realize...that you never were the daughter of a father who is no more...”-

 

"I could lose an entire arm..." she ducked her head down and held the Sith Lord in his place while their deadlock continued.

 

"And I’d still have more than enough strength to tear you apart in the name of my master!"

She released her saber and used her mechanical hand to slug Lucis across the face.

Just then, the Dark Lord's helmet came off and was followed by the rest of his attire as they all plummeted to the ground. Soon, everything from the facial cover to the Sith Lord’s lightsaber disappeared and merged with the shadows of the room. It was as if nothing had ever happened.

 

Moments later, the Jedi and other individuals accessed through the main entrance and assumed their places around the pyre, ready to begin Master Bandros's funeral procedure.

 

Upon noticing Livia's presence within the chamber, Master Cyle “looked” in her direction and smiled slightly.

 

-"You're too early..."-

 

...

 

Once everyone was ready and in place, Master Cyle and a few other masters, Garen among them, slowly approached Livia as she remained standing at the epicenter of the room, right beside her master’s remains. Cyle then stepped forward and handed Livia the torch that would send her master away in one final good-bye.

 

She took the Torch in her metallic hand as if a symbolic reminder, more for herself. This, she would have to get used to..

 

Livia approached the remains, and after what seemed like forever, she spoke words only she would know, and set the Torch to the remains...

 

Everyone watched as Master Bandros's body was gradually set ablaze, bidding farewell to his friends and comrades as the flames swayed harmoniously from side to sidebidding farewell to his apprentince.

 

-"Everyone, it's time..."- announced Cyle after the minute of silence conceded to honor Bandros. He then approached Livia with an air of authority and stood mere inches away from her...

 

-"Padawan learner, Livia..."- he begun, right before igniting the beam of his silver lightsaber -"I, Master Cyle, leading member of the Jedi Council..."-

 

In no time, all the other Jedi around the chamber had ignited their lightsabers as well, holding them with pride and solemnity.

 

-"...grant you hereby the rank of Jedi Knight..."- he continued and then severed Livia's padawan braid with a simple move of his saber.

 

-"...and welcome you as a full fledged member of the Jedi Order."-

 

 

---

YA~HA!

Dash had watched the medical droid replace Quick's arm. It looked painful, even with the sedative. Moments ago, Dash had learned of Bandros' death and found that Quick's arm could not be regenerated. He felt pity for the guy. Balba wanted to attend the funeral. Dash waited by Quick's bed. It seemed he started to stir, whether he was waking up or having a bad dream Dash did not know. 

---

The end is near.

Quick was feeling great pain in his arm. But his pain was being felt in his dream. Has he was dreaming, he seemed to be moving violently on his bed.

...

" Quick, grab my hand!" Sharp said.

Quick was haging from a cliff. Sharp hand was just out of reach. Quick had to pull himself up to reach him.

" Come on you can do it!"

" My arm is in too much pain!"

" Use your will not your strength."

It was too late, Quick let go off the cliff and fell. Sharp took out his sniper.

This wont be long Quick, it will be painless. 

Sharp started crying and took his shot.

Hope you dont hate me for this, Quick. 

But before the shot reached, Quick woke up with a violent lash that knocks over the medical droid.

" NOOOOOOO!" Quick yelled as he woke up. The medical droid had finished putting an artifical arm. But Quick didn't take the time to look at it. He grabed Dash's shoulders within a couple millisecondes..

" Where the hell is Sharp?" Quick said with a more stable voice.

...

Sharp was suprised that Dash's didn't answer hiim as they left the cruiser.

" I'll let the medical droids help Quick, I have a couple things to do before. 

Sharp left the cruiser and headed where the Jedi's had gattered up. He ask question's like wh got killed in the senate. Where the sith first attacked ans so on. He calculated stratigique avantages and disavantages.

This makes no sense. They lost way more Sith then Jedis, Frelancers and Senate members.. Maybe they were there for another reason. But with one?

Sharp had put his notebook in his bag and started walking to Quick's resting place.

---

Choose your death: The sword, the twins or the bouble barrels.

"you look disapointed Khaz" Zuado snickered, standing on the back of Khaz's chair, as he watched Livia become knighted. "Its not that...this should have been a joyes event, but instead, the woman looks like she wishes it all away". the Twe'lik frowned at the sight.

"And what makes you think it should be joyes?" his employer then asked.

"The last one I saw wa-"

"I thaught you said you "always" wanted to see one!" Spat Zuado, stil they spoke in whispers to not disrupt the cerimony. "No, I asked if you have..."

"And what are you then?, Hmm? do you try and watch every one of thease!?"

Khaz draged Zuado's nose down to whisper n his ear. "No, as a matter of fact, I used to be a Padawan myself, until deamed unworthy of continuing my training, To mutch hate and fear... they thaught to berid it of me, but it is a Scar". he then let go of his boss's nose, wich was always his "weak spot" so to speak.

"If I wanted to here about your problems, I would have asked!...This trip is nothing but a pain in my back side... you destroyed that unit when you slammed me againsed somthing!"

Khaz shruged his shoulders, and watched on intently. "Woops".

---

Theres a hole in the world like a Great black pit and ists filled with people who are filled with ***!.

^Thanks to Eva ^__^ <3

jarek smiled as cyle announced that livia was now a jedi knight

"are you trying to replace the sorrow of livia whit that"he thinked to himself.

 

---

life´s a piece of *** when you look at it.
life´s a laught and death´s a joke it´s true
you´ll see it´s all a show.
keep´em laughting as you go just remember that the last laught is on you and...

ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF DEATH!

JUST BEFORE YOU DRAW YOUR TERMINAL BREATH!

take a last look around while your alive i am indestructible master of war

disturbed indestructible

Normal 0 Darg And Reki quietly watched the master Jedi burn, and even stayed silent during the knighting ceremony. Somehow it didn’t feel right to jump into applause right after the new Jedi knight’s master was cremated.

    “Damn it, now I wish I hadn’t been such an ass earlier.”

    Reki smiled. “It’s not too late to apologies you know.”

    “Look at how sad she is…”

    “I’m sure telling her how sorry I am for telling the truth will just make her even more unstable.”

    “Why? She is a Jedi…

    “She’s also a woman…”

“…”

Reki looked around and saw Khaz, turning her head again, she noticed all the master Jedi.

“Hmmm, which to pick first…”

“You mean which to choose, period, right?”

“Huh?”

Darg smiled. “Well, Jedi aren’t aloud to fall in love, so if you decide to become a Jedi, you’ll have to put things like your love interest on hold.”

“Well, than my choice is made…”

Reki stood up and slowly walked over to Khaz. She then placed both hands on his shoulders and whispered into his ear.

“Sorry, it wouldn’t have worked out anyway.”

Then with a triumphant smile, the twe'lik marched up to the master Jedi once the ceremonies where finished.

Darg continued to smile.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me…”

He chuckled as Reki tugged on Garen’s cloak and started to ask him about becoming a Jedi, hopping up and down with excitement.

---

"I definitely felt the Dark Side here just a few moments ago. There were at least two of them and-" Master Balfour suddenly cut off his thoughts as he felt something approaching from behind. Sure enough, he turned and saw the Twe'lik Freelancer pulling at his coat while fervently asking to become a Jedi. He closed his eyes for a brief moment to concentrate. But the encumbering presence of so many Jedi caused a rather quick "current" in the Force around him, making it hard to sense for any potential in the mercenary before him. Yet in all the Force 'noise' Garen saw an emerging, yet very subtle tide in the flow around him. The source wasn't exact, but he was confident in where it came from.

"I sense potential within you, but it'll be very difficult to be accepted. Jedi law dictates that only child-aged candidates are allowed admittance. Though, I believe in the Unifying Force. We all deserve an equal chance to achieve Unity with the Force. If you are truly determined to pursue the path of the Force, then I suggest that you request an audience with a Council member. I am not on the Council, and thus do not have the authority to recruit and teach you." Garen replied. He then glanced over to his apprentice. Ever since the Senate incident, Zak's emotions surged uncontrollably.

"This cold pain...is this what Master meant by sensing another's emotion?" the Padawan thought as he felt a chilling, sorrowful burden in the air around him. But he felt it increasingly intensify from Livia's direction. He furrowed his brow in worry. Soon that sadness would turn to anger. That anger would turn to hate. And that Hate would lead to more suffering. "Either to the Dark Side or death, I will not let another Jedi fall!" Zak resolved in his mind, clenching his fists tightly.

---

"YES! I will be a Jedi for sure! I'm sure they'll be impresed with all my swift moves..." Reki started to "chop" the air with her hands as Darg walked up behind her and gently pushed her off to the side. "Thank you for...giving my companion an early birthday gift." The freelancer smiled at the jedi master befor sitting back down.

 

"Ok, I think Cyle is from the Council, right?"

 

Reki approched him.

 

"Uh, can you see me?" she waved her hand in front of his visor.

 

-"Unfortunately..."- replied the Jedi master as he "stared" down at the joyous twi'lek.

 

"Hey! That's no way to talk to someone with beauty as unfathomable as mine!" Reki snapped as she shook her finger in his direction. "But I was wondering if it would be possible for me to become a Jedi and perform all those cool moves. It could help when we start fighting the Sith, but I heard you only allow children or something, so I was told to ask you."

 

Master Cyle remained impassive as he stood there, scanning Reki from head to toe. He remembered the time in which he'd been offered to become Livia's master, when he was still a Jedi Knight. He'd refused of course, always abiding by the Jedi code in the most strict of manners.

Cyle turned around and "glanced" at Livia.

 

-"Come...let's take a walk..."- he instructed the twi'lek.

 

"...Walk...I can walk..." All the nervous energy left Reki at once as a more serious tone settled in. she walked beside the jedi master as Darg glared at her in astonishment as they both vanished from his sight.

 

Soon, the two of them found themselves treading through the Military Base's elongated corridors and hallways. Cyle greeted all soldiers they came across with a slight nod.

 

-"Listen. Becoming a Jedi is not what it seems at first. It is a most demanding task, requiring from you not only the resolve to become one, but also, making the choice to set your old life aside and embrace only what this new future will bring. Can you do that..."-

 

In his inquiry, Master Cyle gave the twi'lek the opportunity to introduce herself.

 

"...Reki?"

 After the Jedi master nodded in approval, she crossed her arms and tried to concentrate. "I know I'll have to change my way of life, I may not even get to travel around the galaxy with Darg anymore, but I really want this. I've always dreamed of getting to hold a saber and use it effectively. I was dissapointed when Darg told me he had been coming here for two years without telling me about it." Uncrossing her arms, Reki looked into Cyle's "eyes". "I fight with vibroblades only because I don't have lsabers. I stay away from Darg's ysallimiri just to be out in an environment where the force can fluorish. As far as I'm concerned, I've been a jedi in training all along. All that's left is for someone to place sabers in my hand and teach me how to control the force."

 

Cyle placed his hand gently on the twi'lek's shoulder and smiled down at her.

 

-"Reki, being a Jedi is more than just wielding a lightsaber or commanding the force. It's about upholding peace throughout the galaxy and protecting those in need. A Jedi always uses his skills to aid others, not only himself. The true importance of training is not learning how we fight, but acknowledging why we fight..."-

 

"Then that is what most of my training will be focused on." She clenched her hand into a fist. "Darg and I may be freelancers, but we don't take a job unless it's for a good cause.  That's our code, our creed. I will happily be a Jedi if the only thing I'll ever get to use my powers for is feeding the hungry and helping the needy." Her face, for a moment, held the kind of determinated look Livia gave him so many years ago.

 

-"Very well then. I sense the conviction behind your words. I will take you in as my apprentice and you'll be on your way to become a Jedi Knight..."-

 

With that, Master Cyle nodded respectfully at the twi'lek and began to take his leave.

 

-"Before we make it official, you should head back and bid farewell to your friend. You may not be able to see him again in a long time..."-

 

"Alright, I'd better do that..." Reki walked back towards her companion, to tell him the news, both good and bad.

 

---

YA~HA!

jarek was walked past cyle.

-hard job???in my opinion jedi training is rather boring than hard.he said sarcasmly(bad english)

-hmph well atleast i dont let my student get away easy.he then continued and smiled in the way of master cyle before leaving

---

life´s a piece of *** when you look at it.
life´s a laught and death´s a joke it´s true
you´ll see it´s all a show.
keep´em laughting as you go just remember that the last laught is on you and...

ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF DEATH!

JUST BEFORE YOU DRAW YOUR TERMINAL BREATH!

take a last look around while your alive i am indestructible master of war

disturbed indestructible

Balba was at the funeral. He walked around on all fours and almost got stepped on numerous times. The jedi seemed to notice him, mostly due to his force sensitivity. Not like Balba knew what that was or even cared. When he wanted to see something he stood up on all fours or asked an unfortunate passerby to pick him up. He listened to many conversations, among them one about the way the guy died, another about a wierd blue alien becoming a jedi, and another one where a girl was kinghted. He didn't hear anything he was really interested in.

Balba continued to walk around until he got bored. At that point he followed Sharp back to the place Dash was.

---

The end is near.

Both freelancers sat there, bewildered, confused, and at the same time, intreeged.

"...did she just-"

"Yes"

"... and that ment tha-"

"Yes"

"So she wou-"

"Yes"

Zuado answered what his employee would ask, always telling him what he already knew, the Twe'lik finally let his shoulders slouch from thesudden event that transpired, that he knew he was making a bigger deal out of then he should have.

"Well boss, whats the next mission" he finally asked, guessing his boss wanted to get out now. "Well Khaz, thats the thing" the tridarian started, purching on his chair again to give his little wings a rest. "While we were here trying to avoid our "competition" they tracked down our cruiser, and tore it to pieces to scrap all the equipment".

"WHAT!" he jumped out of his seat and ran to the closest window to observe there parking space, sure enoph, only a shell of there ship remained.

"oOOOoooh" Khaz stepped away from the ship, while Zuado hovered buy him. "Fear not, I, of corce always have an Idea!... we get the Jedi to hire us for enoph credits to get a new one" Zuado always made the impossible tasks sound so easy. "...and..why would they spend way to mutch on two freelancers...". Zuado smirked, wide enoph for his moulth to stretch to eather side of his head. "leave that to me"

---

Theres a hole in the world like a Great black pit and ists filled with people who are filled with ***!.

^Thanks to Eva ^__^ <3

Darg was still standing at the end of the hall, staring in awe at the empty space that use to be inhabited by Reki and Cyle. Perhaps he just decided to not be rude and tell her that she couldn't be a jedi before so many people. Yea, that was it. Soon enough, the twi'lek came into view, her hands where pushed firmly against her chin as she walked nervously towards her freelancer companion. He just shook his head with a smile and aproched her.

       "Everything is going to be..."

 

       "REALLY FREAKING GREAT!"

 

       The  twi'lek exploded into joy as she bear hugged Darg.

 

        "He...no..."

 

         The freelancer's eyes dilated as Reki continued to go on about how they may not get to see eachother for a while, because she was a padawan now. He didn't hear any of that of course, he already knew it anyway. Darg broke out of the feirce bearhug and started to walk backwards, placing one hand on his head as he slowly lost his footing.

 

           "Imosible..."

 

            The freelancer then fainted on the spot, his knees gave out and then he layed there on the floor, his body in a heep.

            "..."

 

            In this slumber, he was in a shadow version of the room he fainted in, only there was nobody around.

 

            "Awwwww! Caster! Did I pass out?"

            "You certinatly did, rather humorusly from where I was standing."

 

             This wasn't a lizzard speaking, it was actualy a young woman in her late twentys. her hair was compleatly conceiled within a black hood on a cloak she was wearing. the cloak was not a simple jedi cloak however, it also had a purple linning and matching colored rope that went along all the seems.  This lady was sitting behind Darg, while he layed on his side.

 

            "That's all fine and good Caster, but how in the force did she become a jedi? she's narcissistic, selfish..."

            "Those both mean the same thing."

            "You get the idea!"

           

            The woman named "caster" chuckled.

 

            "Well, the force isn't exactly something that a ysalimiri like myself can sense anymore, but I'm sure Cyle sensed a lot of potential."

            "Still, what if she let all that power go to her head?" 

            "A jedi is happy with what he or she has, a sith is always questing for more power and controll. If you'll let me, I can have a talk with her and maybe learn more about how she ticks."

             "Hmmm..."

 

             "Caster" placed a hand on her chest.

 

             "I'd prefer you get up as soon as you can, you're kind of crushing me now..."

             "I'm out cold, there's nothing I can do."

             "Then let me help wake you up..."

 

              The woman grabbed Darg's ear and started yanking on it.

 

              "AHHH!"

 

              The freelancer woke up to his pet companion tugging on his ear. she had bit into a good chunk of his lobe. after swatting the lizzard on the nose, he picked caster up and scolded her. "Never do that again!" But the lizzard just smiled playfully as it turned it's head towards Reki, and then back towards Darg. 

---

-“Livia...”-

 

The room in which the both Jedi rituals had taken place was now an empty chamber. Cyle and a few other Jedi approached Master Bandros’s remains to safekeep his ashes within the Jedi Temple.

 

-“Livia, we must go. The Council is holding an important meeting back at the temple and I want you to come with me...”-

 

"Well, want all you wish, it is ultimately my decision, is it not?" she asked watching the other Jedi handle the remains of her master.

 

Cyle remained calm and impassive at Livia’s rebelious inquiry.

 

-“Alright...I understand...”- he replied with a tinge of dissapointment in his voice –“Before I go, I would like to give this to you...”-

 

With that, Master Cyle took her good hand into his and placed a metallic object within it.

 

-“I’ll be sure to send you a message if your presence is required...”-

 

With that, Master Cyle smiled faintly at her and began to take his leave.

 

"Don’t be so mell-o-dramatic." she called to him. "I’ll be there...Just don’t act like a slave driver and we'll get along fine". She let her gaze drop to the saber in her hand, and she already knew whose it was.

 

-“Persuasion doesn’t always come in the form of swaying one’s hand while conjuring the Force, you know...”- responded the Jedi Master as he turned around and “looked” at her once again with a playful smile upon his semblant.

 

"Do I look like I need the Force to persuade people?" she crossed her arms as if turning his words on him.

 

...

 

*SOME TIME LATER, WITHIN THE JEDI TEMPLE’S COUNCIL CHAMBER*

 

-“Hmmm...alarming, this current turn of events. Unforseen, the attack on the Senate was.”- spoke Master Varn, a small gray skinned extraterrestial and one of the twelve members of the High Council.

 

-“That’s not entirely true. There was one amongst us who was able to sense the presence of the Dark Side within the Senate quarters; Jedi Knight Livia. It was actually thanks to her that more Jedi Masters stepped into that Chamber and managed to avoid a greater catastrophe...”- answered Cyle as he remained standing in the middle of the room with Livia by his side.

 

-“Interesting...”- stated another one of the masters, a middle aged bearded man with blond hair and blue eyes; Master Skye –“But we must consider that there’s always the possibility that she already knew what would transpire within those walls.”-

 

Cyle became a little bit tense as Skye practically accused Livia of being a Sith spy.

 

"Do you think I’d let my own Master DIE?" she stepped forward towards the man who’d made the accusation.

 

"I assure you, if I was to plot anything as vile as what occured, I would leave the man who was my father figure in good hands".

 

-“Maybe that’s what you want us to think.”- daringly replied Master Skye as he stood up to Livia’s approach.

-“Tolerate a dispute between fellow Jedi, I will not.”- interrupted Master Varn with an air of authority about him.The other Masters merely glared at the both of them with disapproval.

-“Sit down, Master Skye...”- ordered Cyle, more as a threat than as a warning. The blond Master followed suit, although clearly reluctant to do so, and the meeting continued.

 

-“The Sith that were apprehended during the raid have already been interrogated. We’ve discovered that a single mother company of mercenaries known as the Crimson Lotus was responsible for dispatching the Dark Jedi to the senators under the guise of bodyguards...”-

-“Hmmm, the Crimson Lotus you say? “-

-“Their dispatch central is located on the planet Anaxes, within the Axum System.”- stated another one of the masters, a Kel Dor called Balfur.

-“Investigate this central, we must.”-

-“Not a chance...”- begun Skye, still staring at Livia begrudgingly –“We’ve already dispatched far too many Jedi to aid the Republic against the Sith advance. Sending any more would be a careless tactic on our part.”-

-“I know of some people that might help us, one of which I already deemed worthy of becoming my apprentice. They were there during the assault on the Senate and I have full confidence in their skills. I believe it was the will of the Force that we met...”-

-“Are you saying we should leave a mission such as this in the hands of a bunch of strangers and freelancers, Cyle?”- interrupted Master Skye once again, with his everlasting attitude of mistrust.

-“No, I’m not. That’s why I’m also requesting that Jedi Knight Livia is put in charge of this operation...”-