The Arkanian (Zorua)

The wintry home of the Jedi Enclave. Cut off from the galaxy at large, Permafrost's location ensures that the Jedi plans for the restoration of galactic peace and order are put on ice.
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The Arkanian (Zorua)

Post by Ben Kenobi » Wed Apr 21, 2021 4:12 pm

***YT 2000 Talon - En Route to Kashyyyk***
***After “Message in a Bottle”***


The Talon was within the throes of hyperspace. A brilliant blue tunnel ever churning and never ending. Ben Kenobi, the Jedi Master, had just departed the massive space station along the Prelemian Trade Route called The Wheel. Now he was in hyperspace and traveling back to Alliance Space but he was not alone. Zorua Silver was with him, the Arkanian hybrid youth. He had spent a bit of personal time with her on The Wheel and he had not regretted it at all. He had learned of her pleasant nature and kind heart and he had learned almost instantly how special this girl was.

They had gone back to his ship which likely was not as spacious as Zasabi Ray’s Action V Transport but to Kenobi it was home and he had welcomed her into it, giving her one of the few cramped spaces he called quarters. The room was enough of the essentials; a single bed, footlocker at the end, a wall locker for more personal items too large for the prior container, a bed stand… and that was it.

He had made it perfectly clear though that she had the run of the ship if she would like. The Talon was not much. But Ben had owned the ship for cycles now and it was fit for a Jedi and his team. But for now there was time to kill and the Jedi Master always put said time to good use. After ensuring Zorua had become settled in and was refreshed from traveling, he arrived to the door of her quarters and tapped gently on the steel frame. Patiently he awaited her response and once she answered he greeted her with a warm smile, “I’ve got a little task ahead of me. If you’d like to join me I’ll be in the training room.”

The YT 2000’s training room was a modest size, just big enough for a broad open floor and a small yet generous table along the far wall with an asortment of some training aids. A few training droids were also along the wall though they were deactivated and silent. The walls, and floor of the room looked to have seen their share of abuse though the worst was all patched over crudely by Ben’s better than average craftsmanship skills. Though some things could not be covered up with paint. Some areas had dents or bad scorch marks where a blaster had gone off, there were even some sections of the floor that had some deep scratches and at least more than two cut marks made by the plasma weapon of the Jedi Knight.

But there were medical aids here too and in reality this room really gave off the vibe of a humble or just a simple dojo. It was clean and mostly taken care of. The sense of the room was one of determination and hard work. Many souls had passed through this room and Ben Kenobi had hoped and prayed that each one would have been made better by his guidance. It was all he could do; ensure his people were trained well and that they had the tools they needed to survive out there in a Galaxy that was less and less forgiving everyday.

Ben entered the room and picked up two small pads that he used when meditating on the Light of the Force. It was easier to concentrate when comfortable and the hard metal floor was not very ideal. Setting his pad down he took a seat and then set one right in front of him so that if Zorua chose to join him then she could also avoid the cold hard floor.

He had brought a little box of things with him as well as his staff that he usually carried around as a walking stick. He did not need one, Ben was not an old man, but it fit the image well enough and he could appreciate a good aesthetic.

From this point he set everything down and he leaned back with his hands resting on his knees. Falling into a gentle breathing exercise he patiently awaited the girl he had so recently met.

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Re: The Arkanian (Zorua)

Post by Zorua Silver » Wed May 05, 2021 7:13 pm

She had been with him for quite some time, and it was all too clear how immediately she took to the man. He was open with her, and she could feel from the mere plainness of his Force that he was genuine in everything he did. His name was Ben, Master Kenobi, or even just a look, should she remain so silent as she had been, around him. She hadn't uttered not a single word around him, but as all others who had been spared the entrapment of her voice and instead given visuals, cues, or even mere emotional inclinations, interpretation was not too difficult for them to pick up. Master Kenobi, a kind elder who had captured quite a bit of her attention, and even now as though she had mentally called to him, came to her and ended her mental reverie with a gentle rap on the door. Though the room he had allowed her rest was a small one, it seemed to fit the lithe youth almost perfectly. She was narrow, graceful as she grew into her womanhood, and nothing seemed to be too cramped for someone such as she. The platinum blond fae was grateful for him, for someone like him to be here for her, and teach her how to be.

His knock was only momentarily left unanswered, as she pushed the huge round oval thing she had wanted to keep from one of their travels back under the corner of her blanketed cot. She had only just taken it out to marvel at it once more; it intrigued her, and she was so happy the Jedi Master, after his analysis of it, allowed her to keep it aboard the ship. After she had pushed it away in the blankets warmth, she quickly flittered over to the door and beamed at the Elder. It was time for more study! Or so she hoped. Anything that he managed to invite her to was quite fun to her, and he seemed so knowledgeable. She inhaled excitedly, and immediately turned away from him, a blur of motion that left him standing there as the door shut in his face. She meant no harm by it all, as she wanted to change swiftly into something less casual as a blanket. Zorua loved warmth, and wrapping herself up in a blanket seemed to be her favorite bit of shipwear. However study time with Master Kenobi required her to be fully garbed, even in something as modest as her training robes. However modest her robes may be however, was up for debate. They were a bit old, and considering they were the ones she wore all of the time, the robe robe belt tie had snapped. She had replaced it with the stark white belt of one of her old dresses, a very distinct appeal that worked for now. She put on her flats, and after the pale gold shoes hugged her feet, she was immediately back out of the room, and flying through the ship to find Master Kenobi.

Eventually she located the room, a nice dojo that was familiar to her by now. They had come in and simply meditated on the Force itself, the expert Light Sider knowing to now begin her training in such an art until he felt she was in fact ready. When would that day come? Zorua had no idea, yet she remained optimistic and trained with him whenever he allowed her, and awaited when he would indulge her. As eager as she was to learn, she was also learning how rewarding patience was.

Within the homely dojo, she ceased her flight, and landed on soft feet. The room was once again backed in silence as she made her way around the humble man, before him, and then faced him with a calm kneel. Zorua had not sat in any particular fashion, sort of just tucking her legs beneathe her, a doe preparing to lie for a nap in the tall grasses. She was unexpecting of Kenobi, merely wanting to follow his lead, as she had been, wherever he took them. Sapphiric eyes glittered golden sparkles somewhere in the irises depths, and she watched him curiously.
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Re: The Arkanian (Zorua)

Post by Ben Kenobi » Fri May 07, 2021 6:13 am

He felt her presence long before she even entered the room and with her nearing proximity his spirits lifted. It was her very nature through the Force that upraised his smile and brought him peace. As soon as she entered the room he sat up a little straighter and his breathing came by a little smoother. The Arkanian’s flutter brought a rhythmic pattern that was comforting and easy to focus on. He probably could not have smiled any bigger in that moment. Finally he opened his eyes as she was now sitting in front of him and he spoke softly to her, near a whisper. “Good morning.” With that alone he handed her his staff, it was his lightspear. He let her hold the weapon for a while before he took a deep breath and touched her mind with his own.

The art of telepathy was something gentle and carefully done. One needed to know the skill well in order to fully communicate and since Zorua Silver did not know it, whatever message he had to give her would have a majority lost in translation. But Ben believed that to train properly it was not the simple act of lesson, learn, execute. It was practice and continuous effort. When speaking a language it was a thing of constant effort. One learned it as a babe and even at ripe ages they still learned. The same was to be said for the Force. One trained in its use and forever it was a learning process. And so was telepathy. If she began now at the start of her journey, when it came time for her to truly learn its use then she would be so receptive to it that it would come as second nature to her.

So when he looked at her next and he spoke, he did so through the Force. He casually spoke to her as a friend and he told her the tale of how his spear was nearly sheared in half and that while it still worked, it was dangerous to leave without repairing. But he was not going to repair as it was, he would be altering it significantly enough. He spoke to her about what it was and the intricacies it held and of course he told her of the bond a Jedi Knight would share with their lightweapon.

But once his chat was done he gave her a confident smile and took his staff back. Carefully so that she could see every movement he made, he took the emitter of the spear off and set the staff aside. Now the device he held was very much similar to a regular lightsaber but designed as the head of a staff. Again with careful and slow hands he took the head apart until he had two piles. One pile was spare parts and the other was to be reused. One final piece lay on the floor and he took it up in his hand. And he handed it to her.

In the palm of her dainty hands she would find something very rare. Not simply a kyber crystal as most lightsabers carried but it was a pontite adegan crystal. Normally these turned out blue or green depending on the wielder and their aura gave off a cool and very soothing sensation. Ben’s was not blue or green, it was a light and slightly transparent yellow. Though as soon as he placed it in her hands it resonated with her gentle aura and the crystal awoke. Its transparency was washed away in a bright golden light that both illuminated the Arkanian and brushed its soothing essence over them both.

“It likes you.” He teased quietly.

After a moment of letting her handle the crystal he spoke once again. “The Force is carried within us all. Each one of us, within our hearts, produces an aura,” he offered and searched for another word, “a bubble or a sphere of influence that surrounds us. This crystal is the same and produces an aura and it is naturally comforting to those that are receptive to its feelings and especially to those that a like to it, and are calm of spirit and gentle of soul.”

He flashed another smile at her, normally he would ask what she felt in this moment but knew that speaking made her uncomfortable. Instead he suggested something else. “Tell me what you feel now,” he pointed to her head and tapped her forehead, “up here,” and then he pointed to his own chest where his heart was, “and in here.” And so long as she brought these thoughts to words in her mind then he would try and see her truth as it was.

OOC: Force Level 2 - 200 Word Requirement.

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