Beky Walezak
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Post by Beky Walezak on Feb 17, 2007 16:07:52 GMT -8
When Oli was gone, Beky began to think. ::Mother... I miss you so much.. I remember all the time I spent with you on Tatooine.... well, it wasn't really that much time..::
~Flashback~ (From Beky's childhood on Tatooine)
Young Beky was running around her home, when she spotted her mom in the kitchen.
*Beky runs to her mom* "Mommy! When's daddy coming home?"
*Her mother turned around, and kneeled down next to Beky* "Beky, you shouldn't run around, you might hit something and get hurt, and I don't think your father would like to come home and have something broken... He.... He wouldn't like that."
*Beky looked down* "I'm sorry mom, I don't want daddy to get mad, I'll be good." *Beky began to walk away, but bumped into a stool that had a glass bowl sitting on it, the bowl fell*
*Her mother ran over quickly and pushed Beky out of the way, the bowl wasn't caught though* "Beky, go to your room! Do not come out until I tell you to! *Her mother had said it as if in panic*
*Beky ran to her room, when she shut the down she heard her father's voice*
~End Flashback~
::I.... I didn't know he beated her... after that my mom always sent me to my room before he came home.::
"Mom.. I'm.... I'm sorry.."
*Beky gets up and heads towards the library*
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Post by Soleia Reiss on Apr 23, 2007 20:13:11 GMT -8
Soral walked in and sat down, she felt the force bidding her and she wanted to be away from all distractions, where she could listen. She closed her eyes and reached into the force. She reached deeper, and deeper still, searching for an an answer to all that didn't make sense. Slowly, an image manifested before her, although her eyes were closed. A young woman came into focus, but the images around her, anything that might hint to where she was was faded and difficult to see. The woman looked happy, she was smiling at something, but her eyes were sad, regretful, and Soral could see, or rather sense scars, deep and vast, covering this young woman's heart. She needed help, but she wasn't asking for it. Soleia. A strange feeling overtook Soral about Soleia, as if the younger woman's heart was crying for something, but being held back....and still more. Soral had felt this about people before, usually with children who were sensitive to the force and ready for training, as if there was a power inside of them waiting to come alive, but never had she sensed it mixed with so much conflict. Soleia was confused, torn between what she was and what she was forced to become. It all became clear. The visions vanished. I must find her. But the force stopped her, No, it's not your place. Then who's place is it? The wise old Jedi opened her eyes, rose and briskly walked out of the room. Suddenly she knew the answer.
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Jacinth Visor
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Post by Jacinth Visor on Feb 17, 2009 20:47:04 GMT -8
Crie walked into the chambers and spotted her Master right away. Calon had tried to console her but, for once, she didn't find comfort in her words. She had to speak with Zakiro. She took a seat on a cushion across from her. "I need your help, Master."
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Post by Soleia Reiss on Feb 17, 2009 21:32:41 GMT -8
Zakiro studied her old padawan for a moment, then slowly nodded. She'd sensed a heaviness about Crie ever since she'd overseen Soleia Reiss' trials. She spoke in her native tongue, there was no need for a translator with Crie. "What is it that burdens you, my old friend?"
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Post by Jacinth Visor on Feb 17, 2009 22:03:55 GMT -8
"How does one forgive one's self?" she asked plain and simple like a child asking her mother.
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Post by Soleia Reiss on Feb 17, 2009 22:13:04 GMT -8
The old wookiee master thought about it for a minute. She'd lived many years during which she'd certainly made her share of mistakes. "There's no easy answer to that question, Crie. we all have to come to terms with our mistakes...accept that they are a part of us and realize that they even sometimes serve to make us into better beings in the end. Even some of the things we count as mistakes, the force can use for good."
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Post by Jacinth Visor on Feb 17, 2009 22:15:34 GMT -8
Crie still seemed uncertain. "I'm having trouble with how I gave up on Soleia."
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Post by Soleia Reiss on Feb 17, 2009 22:24:57 GMT -8
"Soleia was a great challenge for you, as she would have been for any master. I have had my share of padawans over the years, and not without failures." She thought of Jano Trams who had fallen to the dark side. "We have to let the past rest, Crie. Soleia is stronger today because of the trials she faced. We can't change what we did, or didn't do, in the past, but we can take note so that we won't repeat our mistakes."
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Post by Jacinth Visor on Feb 17, 2009 22:26:32 GMT -8
She let the words settle in for a few minutes being patient to think over them. She finally spoke. "Do you think I trained her well?"
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Post by Soleia Reiss on Feb 17, 2009 22:37:47 GMT -8
"I do."
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Post by Jacinth Visor on Feb 17, 2009 22:39:01 GMT -8
The living force around Crie seemed to ease significantly as did her facial features. "thank you, master" She stood and bowed respectfully. "Your words have lightened my heart."
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Post by Soleia Reiss on Feb 17, 2009 22:44:04 GMT -8
"I am glad, young one."
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Post by Zen Corvax on Apr 20, 2009 13:19:24 GMT -8
The door of the meditation room slid open without making a sound. It was one of the few doors in the Temple fitted with noise dampeners. No one wanted his or her meditation constantly interrupted by the pressurized hiss of hydraulics.
The room, like the door, was quiet. Empty. Soft, ambient light filtered through the tall, temper-glass windows casting the room into a glowing haze. Plush, round cushions furnished the room adding a sort of quaintness to the serene ambiance.
Zen loved this room. Of all the rooms in the entire Temple, this one made him feel the most at home. With practiced motions, Zen made his way across the room to his favorite meditation spot. The cushion was located right beside the eastern window and provided one of the most beautiful views of the Coruscanti sunrise in the City of Spires.
Zen folded his legs beneath him and rested his hands on his knees, his large brown cloak flowing over the edges of cushion. Zen closed his eyes and took long, deep breaths that filled his lungs and exhaled slowly as he gathered his focus. A smile crept into the corners of his mouth as he felt the Force flowing through and around him. It was a comforting sensation. Zen felt through the Force to the cushions around him, then to the walls of the meditation chamber and on into the surrounding rooms of the Temple. He could sense the other Jedi as they went about their daily activities. The Force permeated everything and Zen knew that he could press farther out to the buildings surrounding the Temple and the people that lived in the buildings, but already he was could feel the tinge of exhaustion creeping upon him. The Force was far too vast to be completely felt by one being, and to dare try was to tread in the shadow of arrogance. So, Zen pulled back and instead, focused his thoughts in the opposite direction. Zen felt the rhythmic beating of his own heart and the pulse of his veins as they coursed with blood. He felt the rise and fall of his lungs with each breath. He felt his muscles expand and contract with even the tiniest of movements and the bones that made up his skeletal frame.
Zen pulled back his thoughts, satisfied with the completion of his daily routine. Now that it was finished, Zen focused his thoughts on more pressing matters. His sessions of late had been growing more and more troubling. He found the future cast in deeper shadow ever time had chanced to look upon it. Something was creating a disturbance in the Force, and Zen felt he was only catching the edge of these ripples.
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