Story HourPost your ongoing tales from your campaigns, and read those from others for inspiration. Lots of other RPG boards post "Story Hours", but this is where it started!
Okay, so I couldn't think of a better title. Trust me, I've been trying, but that one just stuck in my head and fits too well. So here we are, my second Star Wars SH(the first is Star Wars: Heroes of Another Kind and is still being updated! Check it out ). This story is set during the same time of the series as the Young Jedi Knights series of books, which is roughly about twenty two years after the Battle of Yavin. The PCs are all Jedi in training(or close to it), and it follows their little adventures that occur during their time at the Jedi Academy on Yavin IV. Note that there will be a Rogues Gallery for this SH in the next few weeks, and also some art based on the SH(with depictions of the characters) to come soon.
Probably something important to note is that I plan to update this on Tuesdays and Thursday, with my other SH being updated the other three weekdays. There IS the possibility of weekend updates, but that will come down to whether I have the time to or not.
Here's a breakdown of the PCs:
Cira Thane: A 19 year old Human female from Bastion, the central planet in the Imperial Remnant. While she technically grew up in the Empire, her mother was a diplomat for the Remnant and as such, Cira spent much of her youth traveling the galaxy. She displayed a great deal of potential with the Force as a young child, and when her parents heard about the Jedi Academy that Luke Skywalker had set up on Yavin IV, she was given the chance to attend. Though her deep connection to the Empire alienated her from most of the students early on, this quickly changed over the years she spent at the Academy thanks to the fact that she was nothing like the Imperials the other students had heard about.
Cowan Bynar: Also 19 years old, Cowan is a Human male from one of the Noble Houses on the planet Thyferra. His family is one of the many Houses that controls the distribution of the amazing healing agent, bacta, and they are rich because of it. His family had strong connections to the Rebellion during the Galactic Civil War due to the fact that many of their line were Jedi Knights during the Old Republic. Even though he was raised with everything he could have wanted, his parents did their best to keep him from becoming a stuck up brat like most kids in those situations seemed to turn into. This did nothing but good for him when he made the decision to attend the Jedi Academy, though he does do his best to keep to himself just as he used to do back on Thyferra.
Gant Sekel: At 20, Gant is the oldest in the group. He is not, however, Human. This would be easily missed if he was looked at from a distance, as he looks exactly like a Human except for the fact that he has no eyes. Gant is a Miraluka, a species of eyeless near-Humans who literally see through the Force itself. Because of this fact, most all Miraluka have been Jedi Knights or at least Force Users for all of the species' history. After the Empire nearly wiped out the Miraluka during the Jedi Purge, the species went into hiding on their homeworld and moved to a new Force Tradition...one that was, essentially, the Jedi Way, simply less agressive, as the Miraluka saw the Jedi's focus on war and their lightsabers as the reason for their fall. This persisted even after the fall of Palpatine, and while Gant learned the ways of the Force from his own people, he heard about the new Jedi Academy being set up by Luke Skywalker. He couldn't resist, and decided to attend...though he still clings to his people's beliefs, and so is the only student studying only the ways of the Force, and not to actually become a Jedi.
Esah Reenin: 18 years old and the youngest of the group, Esah is a blue skinned, female Mon Calamari. From a very young age, she displayed potential in the Force, moving her toys around without actually touching them and other signs that she wasn't exactly normal. With the Galactic Civil War over, and the Empire being beaten back from the Core Worlds, this potential was seen as a gift and not something that had to be hidden. So her parents did their best to encourage her, while at the same time doing their best to teach her the more artistic crafts of her people's culture. Esah embraced both, though when she made the chioce to attend the Jedi Academy, she had clearly made a choice between them.
Twenty two years after the destruction of the first Death Star at Yavin. Eighteen years since the defeat of Emperor Palpatine at the forest moon of Endor. The Imperial Capital of Coruscant had fallen fifteen years earlier for the first time, and retaken again by the New Republic three years later. And then, not long after, Luke Skywalker returned to the fourth moon of Yavin. It was then that he set up the first foundations of his Jedi Academy to rebuild the Jedi Order after years and years of darkness. Since then, two generations of students had already passed through the new Academy, and old students had returned to assist Master Skywalker as teachers.
And this third generation of the new Jedi Knights looked to be the greatest yet. Though most of the attention seemed to be on the bigger names within the class, such as the Solo twins and, at least according to rumor, a member of the Hapan royal family, there were other promising students in the class. And it was also the largest group ever to attend the Academy, so much so that Master Skywalker divided up the students into groups of four. There was a method to the division, though that was only known to Master Skywalker himself. He did, at least, seem to know what he was doing.
Sitting on top of one of the smaller temples in the main complex of the Academy was a young human. He sat on the edge of the ancient flagstone step pyramid, looking out across the jungle beyond. The distant sun was rising and the orange gas giant, Yavin, was already taking up a huge amount of the sky above. And, as usual, it was hot. The human, no older than nineteen standard years, ran an already sweaty hand through matted, slightly scruffy dark brown hair. It hadn’t always been that way.
In fact, it used to be clean cut and perfect, as with the rest of him. But now...well, the jungles of Yavin were much different than lavish apartments on Thyferra. His parents would likely have been amazed to see him wearing a dirtied, grey and brown tunic instead of all those perfectly neat and clean clothes they always had back home. But that was Thyferra, and his parents were nobles in charge of one of the largest Houses on the planet. As with all of the noble houses on Thyferra, they dealt in bacta, and were rich because of it. The amazing healing qualities of the bacta was prized everywhere in the galaxy, and rarely found anywhere but on Thyferra. To say the planet had a monopoly on the substance was a grave understatement.
But Yavin IV did not lend itself to lavish apartments and expensive clothing. That was something that he had learned very early on after arriving at the Academy, right along with getting up early and going through the more strenuous training activities before the heat of the day really kicked in. He let out a deep breath and leaned back some. It had been a long morning. He hadn’t come to train as a Jedi expecting so much physical exertion. But then again, he hadn’t actually known what to expect beyond the stories his parents had told him as a child about his grandfather who had been a great Jedi Knight during the Clone Wars.
“Up here again, Cowan?” a familiar voice sounded from behind him. Cowan smiled and turned to look to the human...or rather, near human who had found a way up onto the roof of the temple. And he could very well have been seen as human unless one looked up at his face. And Cowan found that it was very hard not to look straight there, despite having known the other man for a few years now.
“Every morning, Gant,” Cowan said, turning around completely to look at his fellow student. He was tall, and wore a simple tan colour tunic over his equally tanned skin. Long, white hair hung over much of his face, but the majority of it, from the bridge of his nose and up to his hairline, was covered by a thick grey cloth. With most, that would have meant his eyes were covered, but Gant Sekel was a Miraluka, a species of near humans born without any eyes at all. All of their vision was through the Force itself, and they simply wore the cloth(or something similar) over their eyes because they found it was easier for other species to deal with them.
Gant smiled and nodded, calmly stepping over next to where Cowan sat and looking out across the jungle. That still looked so odd. Cowan knew that the Miraluka could see...but it wasn’t the same! Did he really see all the colours and nuances or was it simply like a sensor sweep of the area? It wasn’t something he could ask, as obviously, Gant would not be able to compare the two...or would he? It was something Cowan was still battling inside over what to do about.
“I still wonder how you get up here,” Cowan commented off hand as he got to his feet.
Gant simply smiled, a somewhat unnerving gesture without seeing any eyes added to it, “The same way you do. I climb,” he paused, then the smile became a somewhat cruel grin, “Except I do not take two hours to reach this point.”
“Oh, shut up,” Cowan rolled his eyes, a mixed message that he hoped the Miraluka caught. Standing up and stretching, Cowan attempted to ignore just how weak he looked when compared to the nearly two meter tall Miraluka. Not that Cowan was at all short at 1.8m tall, but somehow another centimeter seemed to make so much of a difference.
“Master Skywalker wants to see us,” Gant said, nodding towards the ground far below them.
That was interesting. Very, very interesting, “Master Skywalker? He hasn’t wanted to speak with us since he got back from Coruscant last month.”
Gant nodded again, but this time as acknowledgment of the truth, “I know. We...we think it might be something important.”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Cowan asked with at least a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he started the long climb back down to the ground. The two of them got down two large steps on the large pyramid structure before he realized that Gant had hesitated while saying ‘we’. Which meant... “You meant all of us, don’t you? Not just the two of us?”
There was a hesitation again before Gant said, “Yes, all of us. I would have thought that you would be past your prejudices by now, Cowan.”
“I’ve got no problem with Esah,” Cowan answered a little too quickly, “I just can’t believe that an Imperial is here for any legitimate reason.”
“You’ve been saying that ever since we were all put together,” Gant grumbled as they continued the climb down. The Miraluka was keeping an obvious slow pace, though whether it was to speak with Cowan or simply not to get too far ahead, Cowan wasn’t sure. But now that they were about halfway down to the ground, Gant stopped and grabbed Cowan’s arm so that he wouldn’t go on. Gant then looked him straight in the eye, something that should not have been possible, and said firmly, “Cowan, I don’t care what you think the Imperials did to you or your family. I’ve heard it before, and yes, it was bad, but look at Esah. Her entire species was enslaved, Cowan. All of the Mon Calamari were treated as nothing but tools for the Empire. And my people, Cowan! We were hunted down and nearly completely wiped out. Tell me. If we can trust Cira, why can’t you?”
Cowan did not answer. He couldn’t. Gant was right, of course. There was no arguing with that. While Cowan’s family had been cheated and stolen from...the Mon Calamari had been enslaved and the Miraluka murdered. But still...Cowan didn’t trust the other human that was part of their training group.
“Lets just go,” he finally said under his breath before turning and continuing the climb down to the jungle floor.
In the greens and browns that made up the training grounds of Yavin IV, a blue skinned Mon Calamari was fairly easy to spot. Especially sitting against a one of the trees that lined the empty area between the jungle and the largest of the ancient Massassi temples. Esah Reenin sat back against the tree and looked up to the morning sky. She smiled...or at least, as best as a Mon Calamari could smile. She loved Yavin IV. It was warm, comfortably humid, and isolated. Though she did enjoy the company of others, and in fact, since her parents had been diplomats, had been constantly around others, it was very calming to have time to herself.
Or at least, mostly to herself. These days, she was rarely actually alone. Though, to be honest, Esah still considered herself to be alone while Cira was around. Not that Cira ignored her, but they simply seemed to get along without having to say much. Today, though, the human was pacing. Esah’s large orange eyes idly followed Cira as she paced.
Cira normally had a dignified look on her strong features. But today, her black hair was as much of a mess as her usually pristine uniform. Why she wore that was anyone’s guess, but at least she had removed the Imperial insignia from the shoulders. Esah didn’t have to look down to know that Cira’s boots were muddy and in horribly shape compared to the usual shining black. Even though the woman(or girl? Esah really didn’t know when that changed for humans) had never been in any kind of military school or had any of the training, she seemed determined to remind everyone of the Galactic Empire...or what was left of it.
This was, surprisingly, not a problem for Esah. Cira had not once shown any of the usual Imperial traits, other than some obscene attention to keeping her uniform far too clean. She was not against non-humans, nor was she for any kind of oppression, or even any of the other things that people seemed to associate with the Empire these days. Of course, their generation had never seen the Empire as it had once been...but their parents had. That should have counted for something, but didn’t seem to affect anyone here at the Academy.
“You should not be so nervous,” Esah finally said in a watery voice that all her species shared in one form or another.
Cira stopped her pacing, glared at the ground, then sighed, “I know! I know...I just...I don’t like Master Skywalker trying to work us up like this!”
Mon Calamari had no eyebrows to raise, but Esah preformed a gesture equivalent to this by raising her entire eye very slightly, “I do not believe telling us he would speak with as here in an hour is working us up for anything.”
Again, Cira sighed. She ran a hand through her hair and then wandered over to sit down in the dirt next to Esah. In a quieter voice that was definitely the result of a short calming technique they had all been taught very early on, she said, “I know. I’m...sorry I yelled at you. I just...there is only one thing I can think he would want to speak to us about.”
“I doubt any of us are ready to be Knights yet, Cira,” Esah’s reply came back quick enough to cut down the rising ego that thought brought in the both of them.
Eventually, Cira nodded before looking down at the grass-pocketed dirt under them, “We didn’t do anything wrong, did we?”
Esah shook her head, “I do not believe so. We have followed the training schedules very well and suddenly throwing a reprimand right away is not something I have ever seen Master Skywalker do.”
“Well, then I don’t have any ideas,” Cira grumbled, glaring idly at the dirt. Esah truly did not understand why the human got so upset when she didn’t know exactly what was going on. Some might have put it down as a personality trait, but Esah was starting to wonder if it was just a human thing...so many of them got worked up when they didn’t know every little tiny detail. Patience did not seem to be hardwired into their brains all that well.
Footsteps silence any response that Esah was preparing to make. Both of them looked up and, in obvious disappointment, found that the source of the sound was not, in fact, Master Skywalker. It was just the two other trainees, the eyeless Miraluka, Gant Sekel, and the human, Cowan Bynar. The latter of the two also had an annoyed look on his face, not all that unlike the one on Cira’s when she saw the two approaching...though they were likely for different reasons.
“I see you did not fall off the Temple,” Esah commented with a smile as she got back up to her feet to greet their two companions.
Cowan shrugged, the annoyance fading as he nodded to the Miraluka, “I don’t know how he does it either.”
Esah blinked, thought about it a moment, and then returned to a smile very unique to the Mon Calamari species, “I was referring to you.”
There was a short laugh from Cira as she also stood up, but Cowan’s only response was a look of blank surprise. How he managed it was beyond any of them, but he did. When some sense of normality slowly began to return and it looked like he had found some witty response to that, Cowan opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by more footsteps.
This time, when they turned to look it was, in fact, Master Skywalker. He was wearing the usual black tunic that they had all seen in the holos before even meeting him(which was, of course, an amazing thing as he’d been a childhood hero for pretty much all of them...even Cira). The Jedi Master nodded to them with his usual calming warm smile and motioned for them all to sit.
That was another thing they’d all noticed about him right away. He seemed to enjoy sitting in the actual dirt. Not that it really bothered any of them(though it had taken time to get used to, of course), but it seemed strange when there were obviously rocks and even chairs that were easily moved around.
When they had all sat in a circle on the ground, Master Skywalker looked across the four of them, “I can easily sense how eager you all are to know why I asked you here this morning, so I won’t waste your time with long speeches about how well you are doing in your training. Instead, I’ll prove to you how well you are doing,” he paused, a carefully timed moment that created such a silence that a ship could have been heard coming out of hyperspace three systems away, and then went on, “It is time for you to construct your lightsabers.”
Another pause. This one, though, was not so silent. Instead, it was filled with at least two sharp intakes of breath. Seemingly enjoying this, Master Skywalker’s smile grew slightly before he nodded, “I will provide you all with the technical details required in the actual construction, however I urge you not to simply follow them completely. Use the basics, expand from there. Your lightsaber is not simply a weapon, it is an extension of yourself, and it should reflect that in its construction. Of course, all of the necessary parts will be provided. All except one. Each lightsaber requires a main focusing crystal in addition to two smaller crystals. You must acquire the focusing crystal yourself. There are many locations here on Yavin IV ripe with compatible crystals, so there should not be any problem in finding one.”
He slowly trailed off into silence, picking up on a somewhat nervous feeling to his left. After a moment, Master Skywalker turned his head to look to the eyeless Gant, “Yes?”
At being caught so easily, the Miraluka smiled. He nodded to the Jedi Master and then spoke quietly, “Master, you know that I...have certain concerns.”
Before he could go on, Master Skywalker nodded and said, “I know, and I understand. However, everything I have learned about the ancient Jedi Order shows that the construction of a Jedi’s lightsaber is the crucial point in their training.”
“You will have to excuse me, Master, but I am not a Jedi,” Gant said somewhat flatly, and then continued before the Jedi Master could get a word in, “We spoke of this when I first arrived here. I welcome training in the Force, but my people were nearly wiped out because of our dependency on the Force. The Jedi lost their way during the Clone Wars, Master, they became far too focused on their weapons and ignored the will of the Force.”
Silence. A sigh sounded from Cowan, though the other two apprentices wanted to join in. They’d all heard this before. They’d come to a truce on the whole thing and it never came up anymore...but the Miraluka seemed to enjoy bringing it up anytime it seemed convenient to.
After collecting his thoughts, Master Skywalker nodded politely, “I understand your position on this, Gant. I will not require you to do this, but there is more to constructing a lightsaber than simply building a weapon. It is a deeply important part of one’s training to connect with the living Force through the galaxy around us. I would like you to still find a crystal and even attune it as your fellow apprentices will.”
A pause. Then, after a moment in which the three others wondered if this would turn into something more, Gant simply nodded. Everyone breathed a silent sigh of relief at that. Even Master Skywalker looked relieved when he smiled and looked across to the rest of them, “Well, then, I won’t hold you here any longer. But be careful in the forest, and take a comlink with you just in case. I would also like it if you did not venture too far on your own.”
They nodded, and then Master Skywalker was gone. They all knew why he didn’t want them going alone. There had been at least two incidents with other students having wandered off too far on their own and either ran into some of the indigenous predators or simply gotten lost in the vast jungles. There were also...other threats they were all aware of. Namely from some of the other ancient Massassi Temples, none of which were expected to house any Dark Side Spirits as one of them had contained once...but it was better to be safe and not be alone.
“I am not sulking!” Cowan yelled over the rock. He couldn’t see Cira, as she’s just climbed over it, making a comment over her shoulder in the process. Grumbling something to himself, he did his best to follow, climbing up the rock and then sliding back down the other side to the jungle a meter below. When he hit, he only landed on his feet due to his back being against the rock.
“You are sulking,” the Imperial girl said with an emotionless face before turning back and leading the way through the jungle again. When he’d caught up, again, she added, “You don’t like me and since Gant went with Esah, you got stuck with me and now you’re sulking because you didn’t get your way.”
They were headed north. North to the forested mountains that weren’t too far from the Academy Temple. There were some caves up there that many students had found crystals in, and so it was a fairly common area to head go. They also both had blaster pistols with them...which had been a point of contention with Cowan. He didn’t like the idea of an Imperial with a weapon behind him.
Of course, that just meant he was forced to follow. Though forced wasn’t exactly right, as Cira was in much better shape than he was, and so was leading the way by sheer physical ability. At least she seemed to know where she was going. Seemed.
“You’re sure you know where to go?” Cowan asked as he stepped over some of the underbrush that littered the wild jungles and forests of Yavin IV.
The dark haired human looked over her shoulder at him, but didn’t even respond. She just rolled her eyes and kept going. He really was impossible to even speak to. She couldn’t believe that someone hadn’t killed him years ago with that attitude. But she wouldn’t kill him, despite those dark urges that told her just how easy it would be. That would only encourage that kind of attitude towards her, and that was the last thing she needed.
One day, Cira figured he’d either get passed his blind idiocy and treat her like he did the rest of the students or someone would kill him for making a comment at the wrong place. Not that she would do it, of course, but say the wrong thing to the wrong person and its bound to cause consequences.
Five minutes more of walking through the thickening forest passed in uneasy, yet peaceful silence. They could both hear the skittering of small animals here and there, but the creatures stayed out of sight. Even the predators had a habit of avoiding the students most of the time. Though, it was the most part that caused them to carry blasters. Both were also attempting to reach out with the Force and feel the surrounding area, both for protection and because Master Skywalker had implied it was a good way to find exactly the right spot where their own crystal would be.
And then, almost out of no where, Cira stopped. This meant that, because Cowan wasn’t paying attention, he walked right into her and they both fell. She went forward and face first into the dirt, and he went back, the back of his head slamming into a tree root thanks to her instincts causing her to automatically push him away. Two thuds were followed by two groans.
Still groaning, Cowan sat up and rubbed the back of his head. At the same time, Cira was getting up to her knees and trying to get the dirt off of her face. She took a moment to turn back over her shoulder and glare, “Thank you.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have stopped!” Cowan argued, catching the sarcasm and deciding to go straight to the defensive.
“And you should have been paying attention!” she dusted her tunic off before getting back to her feet again. Stepping over to him, she offered a hand.
Unsurprisingly, Cowan didn’t take it, and just go to his feet on his own. Though there was a glare from that, his eyes locked on the reason why she had stopped. He couldn’t help saying, “Oh.”
“Yes, oh,” Cira said with a sigh. She then turned back around and carefully started down the steep drop that she had almost fallen face first down. It was a clearing. A huge one, at that. About ten meters down, the grass became a sprawling, clear blue lake. There were a few ancient pillars here and there, most on the grass but a couple sticking out of the water. Despite that, there was no sign of any actual temple in the clearing.
It took care to get down the dirt and rock drop to the lake below without killing oneself, but somehow, they both made it. Or rather, somehow, Cowan made it. It was beginning to become obvious that his supposed lack of coordination had more to do with the need to prove himself than actual stupidity. That was comforting, at least...it meant he might eventually figure out how stupid it was and he wouldn’t get them all killed because of it.
When they were down, Cira idly walked over to the water’s edge and looked across the huge lake. She let out a calming sigh. She loved this place because it was so unlike Bastion. The Imperial capital was not a sprawling city, but it sure wasn’t paradise either. Places like Yavin IV were just so rare in the galaxy...uninhabited and, generally, untouched. But there was something else...
“I thought we were going to the mountains,” Cowan’s usual annoyed tone cut off her thoughts.
Cira turned around to see him idly wandering back and forth. Amazingly, he was ignoring the dirt covering his brown and grey tunic. Maybe he wasn’t such a brat after all. But she didn’t say anything in response. There was something else, and it was starting to bug her. Cira bit her lower lip and looked out across the lake again. What was that?
An idea struck her suddenly. And in a moment, she was pulling off her own dark blue tunic. That got a yelp of surprise from Cowan, “What are you doing?!”
“I’ll be right back,” she said flatly after stripping down to her underclothes. His surprise was only evidence that he hadn’t been to any of the nearby lakes with other students. No one way dumb enough to swim in their clothes, were they?
Not waiting for a response, and deciding it was best he didn’t stare at her like that anymore, Cira turned to the water and jumped in, swimming out for a short distance before finally diving down. There was something down there. She couldn’t see it amongst the rocks and muck at the bottom of the lake not far below, but she could feel it. Feel...yes. Not far though. After coming up for air, Cira took a deep breath and dove deeper, using the Force to feel out where exactly it was calling her to...
In all honesty, the fact that Cira and Cowan had gotten ‘stuck’ together was not a random occurrence. It was the fault of their two other training companions, who were getting sick of the infighting between the two humans and decided to disappear into the forest before they could even ask who would go with who. And they had also gone south, deeper into the forests and away from where most of the students went. An hour and they hadn’t been found, so it looked like the plan had worked out well enough.
“Is it normally so quiet out here?” Esah asked, using a fin-like hand to move a larger branch out of the way to keep up with Gant’s pace.
He shrugged, and said over his shoulder, “The wildlife generally likes to stay away. They are...close, but far enough away.”
“Ah...right,” she stepped over a root and looked around. She couldn’t actually see anything beyond trees, leaves, roots, and dirt. Not counting her Miraluka companion, of course. Reaching out with the Force, though, she could feel the creatures that were keeping their distance. And he could ‘see’ them. Esah smiled to herself as she thought about what that would be like before asking, “So where are we going, anyway?”
“Well, the only others I know of that went this direction as far as we’ve gone so far were those Solo kids,” Gant said as he ducked under a large tree branch.
She followed, bending farther to make sure not to hit her larger head, as she remembered the rumors that had been flying around the Academy in the last couple of weeks, “Right, right. Found some old TIE fighter, didn’t they?”
“Something like that.”
“Then why are we going this way...?” the Mon Calamari asked just as she started to notice that the trees were separating and becoming far less dense.
At her question, Gant actually stopped and turned his head to ‘look’ at her. Or rather, probably to show her the smile on his face, “Because no one else does.”
Esah laughed and nodded, but couldn’t help shaking the feeling that this was the ‘right’ direction to go. They continued on for another ten minutes in silence. All the while, the trees began to separate more and more until, finally, it opened up into a large clearing. Sure, they could still see trees on all sides, but any clearing at all was large on Yavin IV. They walked out into the clearing, and Esah couldn’t help looking up. The overbearing orange of the gas giant, Yavin, hung there, outshining most of the sky’s blue. It was...still something she was getting used to, but always a constant reminder that Yavin IV was a moon, and not an actual planet.
“What does it look like?”
The words surprised Esah. She even jumped slightly and looked down from the sky to where Gant stood. His head was turned up, ‘looking’ at the sky but definitely not seeing it like she did. After a moment, she looked back up and said quietly, “It looks beautiful...what does it look like to you?”
There was a pause, and it was obvious he was trying to find a way to describe it. Probably in the same way she had tried to figure out how to explain the scene without describing colours. He didn’t know what colours were...or did he? But Gant cut off her thoughts by saying, “It looks beautiful.”
She smiled and laughed slightly, “One day I want you to explain to me just how the world looks to you.”
“Only if you explain the same to me,” Gant said with a grin, finally turning back down. His mouth opened to say something else, but no sound escaped. He turned around and looked back towards the direction they had originally been going in.
Esah took a step to the side and looked the same direction, but only saw the tree line, “What is it?”
“Something...close. I can...see it like I see Master Skywalker.”
That took a moment to translate, but when she figured it out, the Mon Calamari girl didn’t like it, “Strong in the Force, you mean?”
“Not that strong...but not like you or the others,” Gant clarified before kneeling down and seeming to ‘look’ harder. She could feel him reaching out with the Force.
Deciding it was a bad idea to just stand around, Esah also did her best to stretch out and feel the nearby area. It was a basic task, but something she found difficult, for some reason. Perhaps it was the ‘clear your mind’ part that always got her. But that didn’t matter...it worked, and she could feel something.
“Predator?” she asked, having the sudden feeling that they had been tracked and watched the entire time.
But Gant shook his head, “There aren’t any Force Sensitive predators on the moon...or at least, there shouldn’t be.”
“Another student then,” that time, Esah didn’t ask. It was the obvious next logical step.
But again, Gant shook his head, “You can feel it, too, can’t you? It feels like...like a predator.”
Esah sighed and nodded. Not only did it feel like a predator, but it felt like a very dangerous thing. Something that was waiting for just the right time to strike. And she could feel that...feel the need to strike. It was almost terrifying.
“Should we go back...?” despite the watery quality to her voice, Esah was very good at expressing worry so that everyone around her, no matter what the species, would get the message clearly.
“What does a predator do if you turn your back on it?” Gant asked, though it was definitely a question that did not need to be answered. It attacked. Which left one option.
“Master Skywalker’s going to kill you when we get back,” she was suddenly whispering, but just as Gant was back on his feet and slowly creeping towards the presence, she was doing the same. She wasn’t about to let him charge into this alone...and besides, she was just as curious.
Gant nodded, but then pointed ahead to where they could both feel the presence, “Stay alert...and don’t get separated.”
Ahead of them, just against the tree line, something moved.
I always really liked that series of books, I'd just about kill to play in a game in this setting. Keep up the story hour.
What were the character creation guidelines, out of curiosity?
Pretty normal character creation...4d6 drop lowest for stats and all start at 4th level. I'll post up the PC stats within the week, and then add NPCs and such as they pop up in the story. Hopefully I'll keep up and not get behind...
I'd have to day that I've always liked your work, be it your story hour or PbP stuff (I lurk there from time to time). You have a solid handle on the Star Wars universe.
__________________ "Dovie'andi se tovya sagain."
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That is a very logical, sensible, well reasoned, and rational point. This, however, is the internet. I'm therefore going to ignore it utterly and completely.
I've got some slots open in a PbP game if you're interested. And yes, he must keep up with the story hour-y goodness.
Its the setting and the atmosphere of the Young Jedi Knights series of books that does it for me. All I can say is I am waiting with bated breath for the next update
Really glad you all like this. Sorry for lack of update yesterday...insanely busy this week(family member in hospital, nothing serious, but I've been stuck doing the organizing of phone calls and such from the rest of the family).
I WILL post the update tonight(along with the usual Wednesday update to my other SH ).
And as a random note, obviously, I too love the YJK time period. In fact, the whole New Republic(pre-NJO) era is probably my absolute favourite era. But the YJK books just really did something for me when I read them. Absolutely loved them, despite how odd some of the events that occured were. Was just a lot of fun to read, and its why Jacen Solo's my favorite of the Star Wars characters now.
Sitting at the edge of the water, Cowan sighed. It was boring out here. Sure, it was a nice place to look at, but that only worked for so long. Once you’d been on Yavin IV for more than a month, it was just another lake with forest around it. In the end, they were all pretty much the same. Though, truthfully, all the ancient columns and other stones that had interesting engravings on them were at least mildly interesting.
With another look over the water, he wondered if Cira had drowned. It had been a good while since she’d dove down under the water. But no, bodies would usually float up, wouldn’t they? Cowan shrugged to himself. She’d be up eventually. Then they could keep going and get back and he wouldn’t have to even see her for another twelve or so hours. And that brought up another tangent. Had he really been here so long that he was no longer phased in any way by an at least relatively attractive young woman stripping down to her underclothes?
Apparently, he had, and Cowan wasn’t even sure if that was a bad thing or not. But it was something. Another random thought to take up time while he waited for her to reappear. His excuse for simply sitting there was, currently, that he was guarding her tunic. Not that he would stop anyone that happened to walk by and take it...but this was Yavin IV, and nothing like that ever happened anyway...so he was back to sitting and being useless only a second after coming up with an excuse.
And then, finally, a hand escaped from the water. A moment later, Cira’s head appeared and she was gasping for breath. He sat up slightly, noticing that she was still holding her arm above the water. She was...holding something. Cowan tried to look harder but couldn’t make out whatever it was. So, he waited until she’d managed to swim closer before asking the obvious, “What is that?”
Without actually saying anything, Cira threw the thing his direction. It flew in a long arc, and Cowan had to jump back slightly and reach out to catch it. And, of course, it hurt. After yelping out of surprise more than actual pain, he realized he was holding a small(and sharp edged) clear blue crystal of some kind or another. He flipped it over and idly inspecting it and, when she had gotten out of the water and had a seat in the grass not too far from him, he asked the next question, “Where was it?”
At first, it sounded as if Cira wasn’t going to dignify that with an answer, but she lay back and did her best not to use any sarcasm at all(as there was enough tension between them as is, and she was getting tired of it), “Small cave down there. I think someone else has been there...that one was all that was left.”
“Ah...” Cowan trailed off before tossing it back over to her, “Guess that means we have to keep going.”
Cira caught it gracefully and then lay the small crystal down on her tunic which was still on the ground next to her, “Its still early in the day, we have time.”
With nothing to say to that, the usual silence returned. Cowan forced back a sigh as he did his best to think. No...not think. Feel. The best way to get back and be done with this was to find where the Force was calling him to. So...do that, then away from Cira, and no more annoyances until the next day. Some break was better than none, at least.
“You want to start moving on or keep resting for a little while longer?” Cira broke the silence with a tone that any normal person would have identified as friendly, and even attempting to be helpful, but, of course, Cowan didn’t see it that way. To him, it just sounded pushy any annoying.
This time, he did allow himself a dramatic sigh before glancing over to her, “I was waiting on you.”
As he idly dusted himself and got back to his feet, Cira sighed, too. One day, she was just going to give up trying with him. She was beginning to think he was just trying to provoke her to get into a fight with him so he had an excuse to start claiming that he was right all along. Not that she would give him the pleasure of that, but one day she was going to harm him if he kept this up.
“Just a second, then,” she said calmly before getting up and trying her best to get the rest of the dirt off of her before pulling on her tunic and the rest of her clothes again. She didn’t mind being damp, so it wasn’t really a problem at all. After clasping the belt and putting the crystal in one of them small pockets attached to said belt, she tried to straighten out the deep blue tunic before motioning off in a random direction, “Lead on.”
Cowan had, intelligently for once, been reaching out with the Force to the best of his ability and trying to focus. When he saw her point, though, he’d figured out a direction and shook his head, “This way.”
He started them north even more. They headed back into the thick jungle and towards the mountains that were no longer very far off. An hour and they were in the foothills, with the jungle turning into more of a loose collection of trees that was probably more of a forest now...if there was such a difference. And, thankfully, they were closer now. Cowan could feel that much. It was just a matter of determining exactly where he needed to go and then finding out how to get there.
“Cira,” he said the word over his shoulder in a tone that was very surprising. It wasn’t as antagonistic as usual. In fact, it was almost friendly.
Almost worried by this, she raised an eyebrow and asked, “Yeah?”
“Did you hear that?” this time he stopped and turned to face her. There was an look of concentration on his face, which was definitely trying to mask at least a hint of fear.
“Nooo...” she said more quietly this time, trying to focus on the sounds of the forest around them, “What am I listening for?”
Cowan waited to respond. Then, after a moment, he nodded, “That.”
Now confused, Cira shook her head slowly and tried not to wonder if the Thyferran was losing his mind. She bit her lower lip before saying slowly, “Still not hearing it...”
“I thought you were supposed to be better at this outdoors surviving than I am!” Cowan suddenly growled and threw up his arms in frustration, “It wasn’t even that quiet! I don’t see how you cou----“
The words were not so much cut off as drowned out...drowned out by a deep, and of course, very loud roar. It lasted for at least ten seconds, and the echo another twenty. When it had finally passed, the two young apprentices stared straight at each other, eyes wide and gaping.
Finally, Cowan managed to mumble, “...something like that, actually.”
Cira allowed herself a very slow nod, with one hand managing to move in slow motion to the blaster pistol that was on her hip, “...I did hear that.”
The only sound that followed for a few moments other than Cira removing her blaster pistol and checking the power pack in it. After that, she whispered, “Why are we not running from here?”
This was the part Cowan hadn’t been sure about. This was also the part he was really starting to hate. But he then got his own blaster pistol out and nodded towards the direction they were going(which just happened to also be the direction the angry roar had originated from), “I think I need to go that way.”
“Typical,” Cira said with a sigh and the slightly hint of a grin.
The same tiny expression tugged at Cowan’s face, “Yeah...at least we’ll have a good story to tell tonight.”
It was not the movement at the edge of the forest that caused a sudden panic in both Gant and Esah. That was not a problem at all, as it could have easily been an animal of some kind. However, as the two of them moved around and slowly towards the tree line where they saw the movement, there was a sound that turned both of them to ice.
Snap-hiss!
The Mon Calamari and Miraluka exchanged a sudden glance of terror between each other. Only one thing in the entire galaxy made that sound. Esah’s hand was immediately going to the blaster pistol at her belt, and she was starting to worry about the fact that Gant had(yet again) refused to carry a weapon. They could both feel the aggression seeping from the tree line.
And then, a half second later, there was more movement. Esah’s large eyes were only able to catch a red and black blur shoot out of the trees and straight for them. Thanks to the Force, she jumped back and out of the way of the loud thrumming red blade that slashes straight through where both she and Gant had been standing. While her hand continue to fumble for the blaster pistol, her eyes tried to take in the figure that was no longer a blur in front of her.
Human. Definitely human...male? Yes. A little shorter than she was and probably about the same age as Cowan was. Black tunic...black robe...short, close-cropped blonde hair...two piercing yellow eyes glared at her next to the glowing red of the lightsaber in the young man’s hands.
“Die Jedi scum!” the human growled just as she got the blaster up and aimed at him. But he was moving again, too. Two steps forward and the lightsaber was swinging in a long arc to cut her across the waist. Somehow, Esah managed to twist around the swing. Remembering the meager combat training she’d been given so far, Esah saw the opening and ignore that there was a blaster in her left hand. Instead, she stepped into the young human, so close that he wouldn’t be able to bring his lightsaber around to swing at her, and drove her elbow into his stomach.
He gasped painfully, but managed to bring an arm around to punch her hard across the head. Esah stumbled back a few steps, dropping her blaster in the process as the world was spinning around her, and tried to do her best not to fall to the ground, too. And then, just as the human was preparing to run her through, he was sent flying forward and past her, face first into the dirt.
The Mon Calamari blinked, but then saw Gant moving closer. She noticed, also, that his robes were burnt across the left side. That hadn’t been there a few seconds earlier...
But she could hear movement behind her, and spun around to make sure her back was not to their attacker. He was back on his feet now, taking two steps away and raising his crimson coloured lightsaber in front of him in a defensive position that both of them were able to recognized. Immediately, Esah went for the blaster pistol on the ground, attempting to use the Force to call it to her hand. That brought their attacker out of his defensive stance.
He quickly dove forward at her, slicing down to take off her fin-shaped hand that was extended out towards the blaster pistol. But it was now very apparent that this young man was definitely young. He ignored Gant, and so the Miraluka quickly took advantage of this. The human wasn’t even close to Esah when Gant’s fist connected with his face.
There was a loud crack, followed by a cry of pain. This time, though, it was their attacker that stumbled back, his nose broken and bleeding. By now, the blaster pistol was in Esah’s hand, and she quickly spun it around to aim it at the human, “Do not move!”
For a second, he froze. In that short second, a fear could be seen in his eyes. It was deep, ingrained, and so potent that Esah was amazed the young man didn’t just run off then and there. But it only lasted for that second. When it had passed, a look of pure rage replaced it, and he let out an angry growl before charging forward recklessly.
The lightsaber swung in another long arc, but this time at lightning fast speed. The Force saved the two Jedi apprentices. Gant sidestepped the swipe, though the tip of the lightsaber left another burn mark across his tunic, an he quickly reacted by calling on the Force and launching it at their attacker as a huge, heavy wall. It slammed into the young man just as Esah ducked under the horizontal swing. He was sent back a good two meters, before another distinct sound shot out through the clearing.
Two sounds, actually. Both of them were the same sound, just as distinct as that of a lightsaber, and one that was all too common, also. Blaster fire.
Gant did not actually have to turn his head to see, but rather turn his focus in the Force. He did this, ‘looking’ from the empty place where their attacker had been to where his Mon Calamari companion was. She held her blaster pistol stretched out and aimed forward, though there was a look of surprise on her face(something that Gant had found was hard to identify, but instead gathered it from feeling her emotions rather than from ‘sight’). Shifting his vision along the path of the blaster’s aim, he saw the young human was on his back on the ground, sprawled out and lightsaber deactivated.
There were two black scorch marks on his chest.
In the silence, he suddenly became aware of another sound. Breathing. Heavy breathing...from Esah.
“Are you alright?” he asked, turning his focus back to her to make sure she hadn’t been injured.
Esah whispered in a distinctly watery voice, “I shouldn’t have done that...”
“He would have killed us,” Gant said calmly, suddenly realizing what her problem was, “It was an act of self defense. You did not murder him.”
Slowly, her head turned to face him, and eventually she managed a small nod. When she finally spoke again, she asked a question they were both thinking, “Who is that...?”
Gant shook his head, “I do not know. I...do not recognize him.”
“We should take him...um...” Esah paused a moment, then corrected herself, “...the body back to Master Skywalker.”
“I agree,” the Miraluka said with a nod before stepping over to pick up the smaller human. Over his shoulder, Gant said, “Whoever he was...whatever he was doing here, I do not think that Master Skywalker is going to like this.”
Esah sighed and nodded while she carefully holstered the blaster pistol, “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
We'll I'm officially hooked. I've had no experience with SW d20 or the book series, but thanks to your 2 SH's I'm about to dig into both. Thanks for opening my eyes!
The forest had gone eerily silent. The only thing that Cira could hear was her and Cowan’s breathing. They had stood there in the same spot, blasters ready and eyes looking up the hill ahead of them where the distance roar had originated from. But nothing had happened. Nothing at all...so little nothing that both of them were extremely worried.
“We need to go that way...right?” Cira whispered, barely breaking the horrible silence.
Cowan nodded, and soon realized that she was waiting on him to make the first move. Besides, she’d gotten what she was out here for. It also might have had to do with the fact that she was at least a little afraid of what might be up there waiting on them...not that she wouldn’t still shoot at it, but it would be nice not to be the front line with someone like Cowan(who might not shoot to keep her alive) behind her.
As carefully as he could, Cowan started up the steep hill, stepping around one of the nearest trees in the process. Cira was behind him by only a few paces, her blaster pistol up and ready for any movement, and her mind stretching out with the Force as best she could manage. From the feel of it, Cowan was attempting the same thing.
They made it up to the top of the hill without being mauled. It led up to what looked to be the foothills of the jungle-covered mountains. The ground rose and fell for as far as they could see...which, in fact, wasn’t very far at all because of the extremely dense population of trees and underbrush. They exchanged glances to make sure the other hadn’t noticed anything, and Cowan started forward again.
He made it a step and a half. Suddenly, there was loud, predatory growl and a blur of movement. The dark coloured blur shot out of a small ditch in front of them, diving forward like a lightning bolt and slamming into Cowan hard...and claws first, he quickly discovered. The force of the impact sent Cowan back and onto the ground below, nearly sending him back down the steep hill and head first into one of the trees. Thankfully, though, he didn’t make it that far, and the creature’s claws simply dug into his chest deeper as they raked across him. It was, sadly, better than the alternative.
Now, though, Cira was actually able to see the thing. It was a large, black furred feline creature of some sort, with a thick tail, two long ears that were hard to miss, and powerful legs with extremely sharp looking claws extended out from the paws. Trying to ignore the fact that the thing was tearing at Cowan, she lined up her blaster and squeezed off a quick shot.
The loud sound of the blaster bolt echoed through the still silent jungle and likely did more than the actual shot itself...which went high over the feline’s back. But it did enough to get the thing’s attention. Its head spun around to glare at Cira with two angry, deep green eyes, and it even took a short moment to bear sharp fangs before pouncing at her.
She was ready, though, and dove to the side and out of the way. Landing in a roll, Cira’s arm thrashed out to wildly in the general direction of the creature and she attempted to fire off another blaster shot at it. The shot, unsurprisingly, missed. Instead of finding its mark, it found a tree and sent splinters of wood showering a small area around it. The feline ducked its head away from this before charging forward at her again, barring its fangs as it did.
Out of the corner of her vision, she caught sight of more movement, and so wasn’t at all shocked to hear the sound of another blaster shot. Cowan had managed to sit up slightly(while ignoring the searing pain of the slashes across his chest) and fire off a shot...a fairly well aimed one, too. The red bolt struck the feline creature in its side, throwing it off its path for Cira and to the ground with a snarl.
But it wasn’t down yet. It made a defiant sound as it climbed up to its feet again, making a sudden pounce at Cira, again. Though she hadn’t gotten to her feet yet, she managed to line up a shot and pull the trigger in a second. The red blaster bolt slammed hard into the creature’s head, burning and ruining the fur and skin. The only sound to be heard was a stifled yelp of pain, followed by a very heavy thud as the thing hit the ground.
The unhealthy silence returned.
It was broken only a few seconds later, though, by a loud groan from Cowan, followed by another thud. Cira looked that direction, noting that he had not, in fact, died. Instead, he’d simply lain back down on the ground, though he didn’t look to be in the greatest of shape.
“You alright?” she eventually asked after holstering her blaster pistol and idly nudging the downed feline with her boot.
There was a groan from Cowan, and he raised an arm to wave it idly in the air. It was a sign she interpreted as a yes. Despite that, though, she figured it would be a good idea to confirm this. Stepping around one of the larger trees, she looked down at the other younger human. The tunic he wore had four long slices down his chest. They looked to have gotten through to the skin, as there was a faint red tint of blood, but it definitely wasn’t deep.
Leaning over to look him in the eye and get his attention, Cira asked, “Planning to get up?”
“No...” he mumbled, looking away and down the hill again, “Comfortable here.”
“Fine then,” Cira shrugged and started down the hill very slowly, “I’ll just leave you here until some friends of that thing track down the smell.”
“No, wait!” Cowan’s reflexes were fast, but she was now out of reach of his arm so he couldn’t grab even her ankle. This meant he resorted to the next series of limbs, and kicked at her in an attempt to get her to stop. This did not, however, go as planned. His foot caught her in the back of the knee, and the next thing Cira knew, she was face first into one of the larger trees and her entire body hurt.
Now it was her turn to groan. Her muffled, and now annoyed, voice sounded without her head moving, “Cowan. Get up. Find the crystal. Now.”
It was a tone he couldn’t argue with. And so, he did get up as quickly as he could, but resisted the temptation to try and make things better by helping her off of the tree. Cowan quickly figured out that this would likely have been a bad idea. She’d probably overreact, anyway. Instead, he decided to wait until she was back, and then very carefully went back to leading the way...at least he could feel the Force pulling him to a location that wasn’t that far off.
“You didn’t have to kill him,” Master Kenth Hamner said in his usual straight-to-the-point tone. He was a tall man, with a broad shouldered stature and sharp-lined features. He was also one of Master Skywalker’s original students, and now back at the Academy and assisting Master Skywalker in training new students. Currently, he was also the only one that Esah and Gant could find.
Though the Mon Calamari seemed slightly hurt by this accusation, Gant was unfazed, “He meant to kill us.”
The Jedi Master nodded slowly at that, but turned to face Gant’s eyeless gaze carefully. The two men were about the same height, but it was obvious who the Master was from the way Hamner spoke, “You didn’t have to kill him.”
Knowing that Gant was going to be stubborn, Esah stepped up and said softly, “We are sorry, Master...but there was not time to think. We...I...I have never been in such a situation before.”
Again, Master Hamner nodded, but his gaze seemed to soften slightly, “You did well to come out unscathed.”
Though he was talking to Esah, he was undoubtedly referring to the two lightsaber burn marks across Gant’s tunic that had somehow not reached the skin below. But nothing else was said on that topic, as Master Hamner turned to the small, cylindrical object that the two apprentices had also handed to him. The lightsaber that they had taken from the attacker was generic and basic. No style or personal touches at all. Even in his limited experience with fighting Dark Siders, Master Hamner knew that this didn’t fit. Everyone put their personal touch into their lightsabers. Which meant...
“Master,” Esah broke the train of thought in a very careful way, and when Master Hamner’s face cleared of the look of concentration, she went on, “I’ve...we’ve heard rumors about a...a Shadow Academy. What if this person came from there?”
“I believe he did,” the Jedi Master said quietly, turning back to look at the body lain out over an old console in what was once a control room that the Rebel Alliance had used decades earlier. Now it was just a room that got used when it was the most convenient, “And if that’s true, he got here somehow.”
Gant was the one to first pick up on where that was going to. Though he had no eyes to show it, Master Hamner and Esah both picked up the wave of thought that resonated from the Miraluka through the Force. Noticing he was being waited on, Gant asked, “You want us to search for a ship?”
“Or signs of a ship,” Master Hamner said with a nod. He then showed his more tactical minded outlook on things, “It could easily have been a drop off. But we will not know unless we check.”
There was a hesitation in the air. At first, it felt like a general feeling that was simply there...which wouldn’t be all that surprising, considering what had just happened to the two young apprentices. But it soon became apparent that this feeling resonated from the blue-skinned Mon Calamari. And, slowly, both the others turned to look to her calmly. When she realized this, she shrunk down a little(and would have blushed if Mon Calamari could), and said quietly, “W-w-what if there are others...?”
“Then remember that your blasters have stun settings,” the Jedi Master said with the slightly of grins on his face. He quickly added, “Try to avoid fighting. You both know the basics very well, otherwise Master Skywalker would not have put you on the path to constructing your lightsabers...” he paused, glanced to Gant, then tried again, “Lightsaber. You are now going to have to learn what all of those lessons you learned really mean.”
Esah opened her mouth to say something else, but decided it would just be repeating herself and Master Hamner just wasn’t the kind of person that was easy to ask for sympathy from. The aura of strength he gave off just seemed to negate any of that. So she decided to say nothing, staying silent and simply nodding.
The Jedi Master then turned away and stepped over to another console that had probably not been activated since the Battle of Yavin all those years ago. He picked up a few things, then returned to the two apprentices, handing them both the objects, “A comlink, survival kit, and a tracking beacon.”
If Gant had any eyebrows under the thick cloth he wore over where his eyes should have been, they would have raised at that, “A survival kit?”
“Always be prepared,” Master Hamner intoned, a phrase they’d heard from him far too often, “If there are others out there, it is best to take every precaution.”
Both of the apprentices nodded. He was right, of course. And, at this point, neither of them were going to turn down carrying an extra medkit with them...the weight was worth it. As was the tracking beacon. They divided the things amongst each other, fitting them to their belts or placing things in pockets, and in a matter of minutes were ready to leave again.
Master Hamner led them to the turbolift and went down to the hangar with them. He even quietly followed them out and to the forest’s edge, which got a few looks from some of the other students. Just as the two started off into the forest to the south again, the Jedi Master spoke up, “Be careful, be alert, and trust the Force.”
They stopped and nodded to him, saying at the same time but in completely different voices, “Yes, Master.”
He let them get a few more steps into the trees before adding, “And remember, you are still supposed to find crystals. Master Skywalker won’t like it if I let you get away with not doing that.”
Finally stopped being lazy...here's the link to the PC stats. Should be posting NPC stats and other similar things as we come across them in the story hour.
Sorry about lack of update...I've kind of slacked off in both SHs thanks to classes. Had two papers due and an exam tomorrow, so I've been swamped with all of that. However, I shall post the update that was meant for today(tuesday), later tomorrow(errr...wednesday, damn its already wednesday).
). This story is set during the same time of the series as the Young Jedi Knights series of books, which is roughly about twenty two years after the Battle of Yavin. The PCs are all Jedi in training(or close to it), and it follows their little adventures that occur during their time at the Jedi Academy on Yavin IV. Note that there will be a Rogues Gallery for this SH in the next few weeks, and also some art based on the SH(with depictions of the characters) to come soon.
And yes, he must keep up with the story hour-y goodness. 
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