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Post by furionqeurel on Dec 17, 2009 17:38:22 GMT -7
Jedi Master, if one could use that term any more, did the title count if they were basically gone? It didn't really matter anymore, he was a Jedi master, he knew it himself, that's all he needed to know. Either way, Jedi Master Furion Qeu'Rel was in his small, out of the way home on Talravin, deep in meditation.
He didn't like obvious use of the force anymore, it attracted the attention of the Empire, but there was such....a disturbance as of late, a great blanket of fog, the dark side, falling heavily, more so then recently that was. He simply needed to meditate on it. So there he was, in the quiet little shack, in the robes of a common farmer, no longer the fine Master Robes he used to wear.
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Post by Grimjakk on Dec 18, 2009 13:23:33 GMT -7
(I couldnt find any open threads other then this one so looks like you are stuck with meh lol)
Vance came to this planet for a few reasons. First being he misses the the smell of farms which he grew up on the second being he was still looking for work and planets like this normally needed some protection from the unusual raid or large animal attack. He gets off his small stealth shuttle and looks around at the small docking bay analyzing a few of the people around him for weapons but only finding the standard self defense weapons. Vance gets a few lingering looks from the populous but most of them dont think much of what they thought was a droid. Probably here to make sure of a shipment they think to them self's. He lowers the bay door on his shuttle and walks back in only to drive back out on a speeder bike closing the bay door behind him. First things first he thinks to himself as he rides out into the contry side smelling the fields and enjoying the sounds and sights of the simple life he left a few years ago.
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Post by furionqeurel on Dec 18, 2009 18:28:07 GMT -7
((Fine by me, us noobs need to stick together, love your sig by the way, ain't seen it in ages))
He was not sure what drew him out of his little home, there was just....something. Like a whisper in the force that he couldn't quite hear. He found himself standing outside his hovel, a small cup of alcohol free juma juice in one hand as he took constant small sips, a slight rise in his eyebrow as he spotted the speeder bike, not often a model like that seen on the sand dunes of Talravin. It was all sand on this planet, and it got everywhere.
For now, Furion just watched, curious as to what would bring such an individual to this part of the core worlds.
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Post by Grimjakk on Dec 18, 2009 20:01:10 GMT -7
Vance rides fast as he always did loving the rush of speed and the feel of pushing his bike has hard as it could take and even a little beyond what it could. Vance turns on his music and hops up on his bike riding it like a board. He brakes into a small jig on his board just like he used to after working on the farm and for just a moment he was home again but the moment was fleeting. Vance comes to his senses and gets back on it properly. Vance feels eyes on him and looks around to see a farmer holding a cup probably on brake. Well maybe he knows where I can get a job as a hired fighter hell maybe I can help with the work he thinks to himself turning tword the man. He rides up to 10 yards and hops of his bike shutting down his bike remotely. "Hey farmer" he says calling out and raising his hand in a greeting "You know where a guy can get some work?" he questions his voice run through a mic.
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Post by furionqeurel on Dec 20, 2009 15:37:18 GMT -7
Furion watched the individual on the bike, quite the confidant young man, one little slip at a vehicle moving at that speed, especially with how delicate those things were, and he'd be very dead. But if he could pull it off, all the better luck to him. When he approached Furion and asked him about work, he mulled it over for a moment.
"Well...." he started before taking a sip from his drink, pondering it over for a moment before continuing. "Depends on the kind of work you're looking for, there's always a moisture farmer looking for a hand, but you don't strike me as the type to do common labour." he replied, before taking another sip. "What sort of work would you be looking for?"
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Post by Grimjakk on Dec 23, 2009 9:13:11 GMT -7
Vance smiles behind his mask "You would be surprised then" he says a chuckle in his voice. "But there is not enough money in that so I am here looking for a minor guard job or hunting job" he says with a sigh work was growing thin for a mercenary. "Hell I even heard there was a jedi master on this lonely rock maybe he has some work" he thinks to himself tilting his head and looking up. The eye on his mask dims for a moment then lights back up as he looks back at the farmer.
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Post by furionqeurel on Dec 24, 2009 17:50:13 GMT -7
"A Jedi Master? Why...those were all whiped about a few years ago, during order 66." he replied, with a little laugh, as if to say "aren't you very silly" before taking another little sip from his cup of Juma Juice. They did brew it up well here, he'd give them that much. "Well if I've ever met a Jedi Master around here, he hasn't told me he is one of course. I guess he wouldn't though would he? or she for that matter." he continued.
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Post by Grimjakk on Dec 24, 2009 20:10:53 GMT -7
He tilts his head in curious "Now how would a farmer know about the order 66 that information was never made public so how would a lowly farmer know about that?" he says taking a few steps closer to close some of the gap if he had to charge. "Tell my strait how did you know about that order. Hell I only learned about it because my father was issued that order he never did it but was ordered too" he says slowly slideing his feet to a defensive posture expecting the worst.
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Post by furionqeurel on Dec 25, 2009 19:53:18 GMT -7
Furion raised an eyebrow. What did he just say? Order 66 was never made public? Palpatine used an attempted Jedi coup as his cover, he told the entire Senate about his efforts to hunt down and destroy the Jedi. Order 66 was very public knowledge, just the story had been changed to make the Jedi the villains, and Palpatine a hero. And his Dad getting the order? Only the Clone Troopers got that order, because they were the only ones trained to do it. There was no way that guys dad was a Clone Trooper.
Furion just took a sip from his Juma Juice again. "Foolish boy, it was all over the Holonews, the Jedi attacked Palpatine, attempted assassination, they had an entire coup planned, were going to poison the waters of Felucia and all sorts. Palpatine issued Order 66 to hunt down the Jedi." Stupid spacers.
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Post by Grimjakk on Dec 26, 2009 11:00:13 GMT -7
Vance cocks a eye brow behind his mask "Wait it is?" he says confused. "Aww shit sorry about that" he says relaxing a bit. "Well what the hell did I expect this is what happens when you are in a coma for 7 years" he says sighing and shaking his head. "My dad should have taut me more about the 7 years I was out then fighting styles" he says with a sigh and a chuckle.
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Post by furionqeurel on Dec 30, 2009 6:19:29 GMT -7
"It would appear so." chuckled the hidden Jedi Master as he took another sip from his Juma Juice, the cup now empty. "A fighter then are you? Hmm? Who not hire yourself out to the Empire, they're always looking for Bounty Hunters I believe." he asked, his hood still hiding the upper portion of his face, and shielding him from the sun. The desert was very hot.
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Post by Grimjakk on Dec 31, 2009 14:20:01 GMT -7
Vance sighs "out of the 2 years I did work for them they never really A: payed that well and B: the sith are just a bunch of cheating dicks" he says shaking his head. "I am tired of working for the big dog, shit is to easy" he says remebering his time fighting for a few minor sith warriors. "Just dicks" he says under his breath and shaking his head.
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Post by furionqeurel on Jan 2, 2010 16:17:34 GMT -7
Well.....this one wasn't really Rebel Alliance material, if the pay was the reason he stopped working for the Empire. Furion hoped to recruit more....passionate? patriotic? interested in freedom...type individuals. "What about the Phoenix Democracy?" he asked, wondering of his opinion on them.
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Post by Grimjakk on Jan 2, 2010 16:29:20 GMT -7
He thinks for a moment "Dont really know never worked for them before maybe I will look them up" he says taping his leg makeing a soft metallic click. "Just any one needed a job other then the sith would be nice" he says clenching a fist.
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Post by furionqeurel on Jan 2, 2010 17:39:29 GMT -7
Indeed, it seemed that while a mercenary would be a handy extra hand, this one had no ideals that would have made him of interest to the Rebel Alliance, he was just looking for pay, for a job. No real allegiance but the credits. A pity really, he looked...capable, in his own way. Still....it was worth digging a little further. "Would you not want to help the Democracy? Or some group of rebels in fighting the Empire? Or would a wandering gun like yourself just hunt credits? Like one of those Fetts." he asked, a little laugh to highlight the "out to get some credits, man's gotta get paid" tone of voice he took.
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