Log Date: Late August 1998 Log Intro by A.S. Korra'ti: This log is from Luke's point of view and was done by his last player, Mike Toles. The situation is that Luke had been captured by the Empire and had been deprived of his Force abilities by the new Emperor, Valak; he has since been freed and reunited with his sister and other loved ones. Now, several of the NR representatives have come to Caspar on a diplomatic mission, and Luke has come with them, though he still suffers from the lack of his Force powers. ---------- Fountain Square - Plaxton City The huge buildings in the background threaten to take over this small patch of green. A stone fountain--left over from another time--sits in the center of the square. It depicts a young woman looking into the sky. Water flares around her and bursts into a star pattern ten feet above her head. The inscription at the base of the fountain is written in the aging language of a more romantic time. 'Fare well, for all journeys that leave from this place shall always return to call it home.' The dusk sky above is clear. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Kaein => Keran => Clarise => Danny => IGNews Terminal - Caspar => Mail Terminal: Caspar -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- ndbar leads to The Sandbar. outh leads to South Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City. ast leads to East Blake St. - Plaxton City. orth leads to North Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City. est leads to West Blake St. - Plaxton City. Luke strolls along the grass casually heading toward the fountain. He sniffs in a draught of fresh air, blows it out slowly and keeps moving. He looks distracted, his eyes looking off distantly. He approaches the fountain, nodding cordially to Danny. "You were stationed on the Deliverance right?" Danny You see a man that stands about 6'1". His brown hair is somewhat scruffy-looking, strands of it a bunched up at the top of his head, he occasionally runs a finger through it to keep it from annoying him. The most attractive feature on him is his smile and his eyes. His eyes are a light green color that seem to have a gentle look in them, but something else behind them. He looks as if hes in his early 20's. Most of his body is covered by a orange flight jacket. A white, rigid, vest is hooked around from his back, and poceedes to end in a 'V' shape at his stomach. Most of his chest is covered by a 6 inch by 4 inch box with a few buttons and switches on it. A small 4 centimeter hose extends from the box, and meets up with his left pocket. He wears a set of thermal gloves, with a comlink resting on his left glove. His boots are slightly worn in, and shined, on his left ankle is a ring of emergency flares, and a knee pocket just above the flares. A name plate rests on the left side of his vest, reading Lieutenant First Class Daniel 'Nova' Styrer. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => DD6 Blaster Pistol => Light Armor Danny nods, hitting a final button on his pad, expecting some diplomat to come to him with another complain, he nods, "Yup, stationed there." He looks up from his pad, looking a tad bit confused on how to greet him, well, lets see, he was a commander, but he resigned. Instead he nods respectfully, "Yes sir, I also got you a piece of equipment that you needed, a shuttle I believe." Well, at least he's alive, we can't loose many good people at this moment and time. Luke smiles as he props up a leg, "Yeah I remember. That was good work Lieutenant." He sighs, letting his eyes wander over the square like he is about to say something else. Once again lost in his thoughts. "Tell me.." he muses, noticing a tree not too far away. "..what's that tree feel.. uh.." he glances surreptitiously over at the man before looking back at the tree and frowning. "I mean, what color does that tree look like to you?" Surck enters the square from the south. Surck has arrived. Luke is sitting on the fountain, one knee casually propped up, talking to Danny. Surck walks in looking slightly sick and hungry Surck Before you is a tall male verpine. Hehas a thin stick like body covered by plates of flexible greenish chitinous material and awkwardly articulated joints that give him an ungainly gait. two large black eyes dominate his face, which has a short snout ending in in small toothless mouth. He has two antennae wich extend from the sides of his head. his hands have two long fingers and an opposable thumb. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => C411 Hold-Out Blaster -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Rana => pouch Note to Myself: Surck just looked at you. Luke(#2043POUXAC) He is dressed in a yellow-tan casual leather jacket, a black v-neck shirt and pants tightly fit to his short, agile frame. His calf-high boots gleam with a natural shine while drawing a contrast to the scuffed brown belt around his waist. Hanging from the belt is a speed-draw blaster holster, which oddly enough.. is empty, and a chrome Lightsaber with grooved handle. He is well tanned, with youthful features, icy blue eyes and not quite shoulder length disheveled blonde hair. His demeanor exudes restrained energy. On his hands he wears black leather flight gloves. Note to Force Sensitives: At this time, Luke's Force energy is depleted from his time under the 'care' of the Dark Jedi Valak. You will sense something strangely 'empty' about him. Emotives may discern his search to restore his lost and depleted powers. Those not as well trained in using their force powers, or those who are simply more in 'tune' to emotional things, may detect this as a hollow-ness around his eyes.. a weariness. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => 490 Standard Galactic Credits => Galactic Bank Card => Lightsaber Surck seems to notice luke or the lightsaber and shuffles off to hide farly quickly Danny looks at Luke briefly, tucking his data pad into his right pocket, "Well, I can't feel the tree from here, but I do see a variety of colors. I see blue, my favorite color, which represents the tree at peace, I can see the leaves, which are a nice green color, although they'll soon be gold and red when it comes fall... of course, this is all how I (underlined) see it, I usually enjoy seeing things from my prespective," he shrugs, "I guess I see blue because thats how I see the tree, at peace." He shrugs again, idly wondering if this is some sort of test. Luke answers with a succint and vague, "Mmm." He rubs a gloved finger at the corner of his mouth. "Looks sorta.. grey to me." he adds, almost as if to himself very quietly. Surck walks off north seemingly trying not to be seen by the Jedi Surck leaves the square to the north. Surck has left. Surck enters the square from the north. Surck has arrived. Luke doesn't notice the spindly being sneaking away. Danny glances at Luke again, "Well, I suppose we all have our different points of view. The way you interpret it might not exactly be the way I interpret it." He nods to himself, "I don't suppose your favorite color is grey, is it?" He asks. Surck walks back in stilll trying to avoid being caught but gets close enough to eavsdrop Luke flashes a look at the man as if he just announced he enjoys raw bantha meat for breakfast. The look fades to a soft chuckle as he shrugs, "Oh no.. not at all." He looks to the tree again, "It was more of a hypothetical question." Again the distant voice, turned inward. Clarise leaves the SandBar. Clarise has arrived. Surck enters the Sandbar. Surck has left. Luke is on the fountain next to Danny. Danny gives a curious look at Luke, "Is there something wrong, sir? You seem a little, distracted," he makes that sort of a half statement, half question remark, as he looks at the tree. Tajan enters the square from the south. Tajan has arrived. Tajan leaves the square to the north. Tajan has left. Luke stares blankly for a moment before replying, "I'm fine." Danny nods to himself, he'll just have to take his word for it. He narrows his eyes, to stare at the tree, seeing if he can spot the grey tint that Luke claims is there. Clarise emerges from the pedestrian traffic cruising through the square to find herself a free spot on the fountain's edge. Once seated, she withdraws a small black rectangular object from her satchel, roughly half an inch thick, four inches long and half an inch tall. The fabric is bound like a gift using a ribbon that's black with thin gold threads in it that rarely catch the light, but glitter when they do. She toys with the ribbon, treating the object in her hands and the ribbon itself with a due care, as if it were a living, breathing creature- fragile, and in need of both caution, care and respect. She's seated just down from Luke and Danny, within full view and making no moves to keep her actions secret. She, in fact, seems so enthralled with what she's doing that she likely doesn't notice the nearby men at all. Keran walks into the square from the east. Keran has arrived. Keran walks slowly down the crowded street.. Kaein enters the square from the south. Kaein has arrived. From the south, a felinoid creature appears in the square, walking on all fours, all but dissappearing in and out of shadows that the fading light produces becasue of his dark fur. The young horanis looks around the square, studying each person his eyes lay in for a few moments as he trots slowly toward the fountian.... Luke tears his eyes away from the tree nearby, turning to Danny, "Well.. it doesn't matter." He stands, peering skyward for a moment and casually looking around at the fountain. He notices Clarise, slight recognition of her from somewhere.. "You've got a mission here, or are you off duty?" he asks Danny. Kaein Before you stands a five and 1/2 foot tall feline creature that you would identify as a Horansi male. He seems young, probally only about 15 or 16 years of age and moves akwardly on his hind legs, but at the same time he is extremely silent, making noise only when he wants to be heard. The young feline is dressed in simple yet efficent clothes. He wears a grey tank top which is tucked into a pair of kacki shorts that are held up with a brown belt. The clothing allows freedom of movement, wether walking on his hind legs, or on all fours, and it is very practicle, The fur of this young creature is jet black, denoting him of the Mashi subspecies. His eyes are deep golden/copper color and swim with life and emotions. There is one thing you find troubling about this horansi, the series of gray and white rosetta spots that run the length of his back, tail, and speckle the back of his arms legs and head. These spots would mark him as a Treka, except that Treka do not exist with black fur and golden eyes. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Vibro-Knife Keran A man in his mid thirties. He wear a blue tunic under a brown leather vest with leather pants. He walks with an air of confidence around him. He wears a black belt, with a holster for is blaster pistol, at his right side. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => MX Heavy Blaster Pistol Clarise is seated on the fountain's edge, nearby to Danny and Luke, but not part of whatever discussion they may be having. She's holding tenderly an object about four inches long, two inches wide and half an inch thick wrapped in a black cloth and bound with a black bow with faint gold highlights. She very softly pulls one end of the ribbon and the bow collapses in on itself; the ribbon then falls into her hand and she places it in her lap before beginning to unfold the fabric. She's treating the object with extreme care, but not as if it would bite, rather as if it were of great importance, and worthy of such special attention. Threepio enters the square from the south. Threepio has arrived. Danny strokes his chin as he observes, wincing momentarily, still not seeing anything grey, he shrugs, and watches Luke for a moment, then responds promptly, "Well, I am here to be an escort for Home One, but since we're not flying anywhere, I'm off-duty until I'm specified otherwise." He shrugs, "It's been a little tense here, we've been running into a few imperials while we're down here," he shrugs, "But nothings happened yet." Threepio> Danny just looked at me. How rude! Threepio> Clarise just looked at me. How rude! Keran enters the Sandbar. Keran has left. Kaein reaches the fountian, makes a graceful hop up onto the lip of it, and promply lays down on the still warm stone. His head coems to rest on his forearms, as he contines to scan the crowd, his curious eyes lingering on Clarise and her package for a few moments... Luke nods quickly then gets interrupted by a golden protocol droid. Threepio buzzes along the grass and over to Luke, "Thank goodness Master Luke, I've been searching for the Princess everywhere." He exclaims as if the world is coming to an end. "Dear me, if she keeps running away like this, who will ever protect her?" Luke shrugs and answers the droid softly, "Well I'm sure she's around here somewhere Threepio, don't worry about it. She's probably entertaining one of the diplomats." He looks disinterested. The droid huffs electronically and scurries off as Leia's sole protector, "I'm certain she's injured or dead or worse!" his electronic voice echoes strangely as he goes out of view. Threepio> You enter the Sandbar. Threepio enters the Sandbar. Threepio has left. Threepio> The Sandbar Threepio> A large circular room creates the main part of Caspar's infamous SandBar. Dark wood paneled walls adorned with all sorts of paraphanalia set the relaxed athmosphere of the bar. Photographs and holovids are pinned randomly around, seemingly with no order at all. Posters from years past hang proudly, displaying obscure bits of Plaxton's recent history. Several windows made from a deep blue glass allow light in from outside, while still keeping the appearance of the bar rather dark. Along one curved wall a marble bar stands proudly, where Ariani busies herself making drinks and cleaning occational spots of the bar. There is an abundant amount of seating in here. You notice quite a few booths and tables, as well as a loft which protrudes out over the bar. A popular local band plays smooth jazz in the background. ----For help with tables, type "PLACE HELP" ----For help with drinks, type "BAR HELP" Threepio> -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- Threepio> => Keran Threepio> => Morganna Threepio> => Tal'mair Threepio> => Jessalyn Threepio> => Susan Threepio> => Ariani Threepio> => Emma Threepio> -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- Threepio> leads to Fountain Square - Plaxton City. Threepio> Threepio> Ariani says, "Welcome to the SandBar, what can I get ya?" Threepio> Keran notices the woman he was looking for, and approaches the table at the far side of the bar, "May I have a seat?" Threepio> Threepio buzzes inconspicuously into the place, golden eyes lighting up brilliantly in the dimness. Danny smirks as the droid moves past, "I agree with your gold friend." he says, "She hasn't been carrying around the security detatchment that we've assigned her, but, I assume she can handle herself if she can handle the General," his remark is referred to Han Solo, shruging and smiling slightly, "Its just a little more easier to run into trouble here with the Imperials lurking about." Threepio> Morganna's eyes rest on keran for a moment, and she nods motioning to an empty chair, "Please, have a seat." she says with a tone as icy as a summer breeze on Hoth. She motions to her aides and they step back, removing themselves from hearing range of the pair, but still within visual range. Threepio> The scarred woman's eye, too, glows in the dimness. "You could say that again." Luke muses, "Still.. I doubt they'd try anything with Home One in orbit.. and most of them seem to be diplomatic types. I haven't seen any troops have you?" Threepio> Keran sits down at the table. Threepio> Tal'mair blinks at the question from Jessalyn as he returns to the bar and glances at Ariana for another drink as a replacement for the first one. Well... why not, he thinks. Um... why does any Jedi want to, now that he thinks about it. Well... let's see. There's power. That's always a good reason. Um... respect? Yeah... that's possible to, but not as likely. "Um... a display of your power and superiority over me?" That would explain any she has no reason to, because he already understands that aspect of her abilities. "Why wouldn't you?" he inquires innocently, completely bewildered by this new option. He ignores everyone else in the room, too worried about the person he's talking with and what she may do should she change her mind. Threepio> Morganna sits down at the table. Clarise doesn't look up to acknowledge the burbling droid as it scurries into and out of the area to share it's neurosis with the shaggy blonde just down from where she's sitting. She's too busy unfolding the last carefully placed fold of fabric to reveal a deck of ornately designed cards, too big to be Sabaac cards, too small and intricately decorated to be those of children's learning games. She treats the cards with religious care, taking them delicately in one hand as she uses the other to unfold the fabric onto the face of the large, flat stone fountain wall she sits upon, between herself and where Luke and Danny stand rather than in the opposite direction. The fabric has the same gold threads the ribbon had, yet the gold makes geometric patterns across the face of the fabric rather than being obscurely laid into the entire piece of material itself. She seats herself on the rock cross-legged (indian style), shuffles the cards carefully, then closes her eyes and exhales deeply before cutting the cards and shuffling them one more time. When her eyes open, she holds the deck out before her, and focuses with her eyes on the top card, still face down. She makes no immediate move to lift it or do anything with it as of yet. Danny nods, then hesitates slightly, "Well, no stormtroopers, no. But body gaurds. The aide to the Imperial Ambassador, uhhh..." he pauses as he recalls the name, "Morganna, I think, as Major Langri referred to her, I see him around a lot. I don't know his name, but he looks a little new at the whole body gaurding buisness, you know, how they are always fumbling for that blaster somewhere concealed under their jacket or something..." he shrugs. Threepio> Threepio peruses the establishment, noticing Jessalyn and whirring over, "Thank goodness Miss Valios.. have you seen Princess Leia recently?" The droids measured calm caused by his verbo voice box doesn't hide the fact that he seems genuinely worried. But even genuine worry from Threepio can be blown out of proportion. Threepio> The scarred ambassador leans back and regards the man quietly at her table for a moment, before speaking softly as a response, with a nod. Luke sits back down on the fountain. Strangely quiet. Threepio> Jessalyn sighs quietly. She seems to be turning over a few thoughts in her own head at the questions Tal'mair's brought up for her. She's not entirely unfamiliar with the aspect of her power that he's describing. "I'm not superior to anyone," she says slowly. "And as for displaying my power over you or anyone else, I don't believe that power is meant to be used in that way. I would never do that." Finally distracted by the golden droid that's approached her, she blinks a few times and glances at Threepio, smiling slightly. "I haven't seen her in a couple of days, I'm afraid. Have you asked Luke?" Danny sighs, "Awww nuts, don't tell me you know who she is too." He says, referring to the Imperial ambassador. Leanna has connected. The young horansi's ears perk as he watches the woman. From across the fountian the feline does not have that good of a view but none the less he begins to slink arund the lip of the fountian, his chest nor rizing more than 2 inches off the warm stone. after laborioulsy traveling this way for about 7 minutes the horains is about 3 meters away from the woman, and he stops, but continues to watch through his golden eyes. Threepio> Threepio responds balefully, "He seems to think there is nothing to worry about. I tend to disagree. I've seen some rather nasty types about and the Princess has this maddening way of going off on her own.. unprotected." He nearly whispers the last word as if it strikes fear into his circuitry. "Thank you for your time and I apologize of course for the interruption." He buzzes away, stealing a brave (for him) glance toward Morganna and Tal'mair on the way out. "Dear me.." he curses inwardly. Threepio> You leave The Sandbar, entering the fresh air of Fountain Square. Threepio leaves the SandBar. Threepio has arrived. Leanna walks up the pathway, and sighs, clasp behind her as she heads towards the fountain, glancing up at the stars with a whistfull smile, and sighs, finding an empty spot on the fountain edge, and sits, trying to wrap her arms around her knees, and sighs, giving up with a snort, and just resting her hands on either side of her, looking up. "I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting her." Luke answers Danny somewhat sarcastically. Clarise finally flips the first card and places it significantly in a place on the center of the fabric, and gives it a lengthy glance. The card portrays and old man with a grey beard, shrouded in grey robes with his face half-hidden by a cowl. In his right hand he carries a lamp which burns with a bright golden light. In his left hand he wields a scythe. A crow perches on his shoulder. Behind him a cold, misty landscape of grey mountains bleeds into an oppressive grey sky. She analyzes the card in silence for a moment before looking up to the shaggy haired blonde before her and clearing her throat to try and catch his attention, following that with a request politely phrased, yet very emotionally spoken as if the words held great meaning, "Sir, if you have a moment... the cards, this day, are not meant for myself." Luke looks over at Clarise, squinting. "Huh?" he says dumbly. Danny smirks, "Believe me, I don't think you want to. From what I've seen, none of our folks, as well as Caspar's pres...," He looks at Clarise, and then at Luke. He decides to sit back and watch the drama unfold. Leanna peers across the square as she sees the man from the bar ealier, and what looks like a ortune teling set of cads in ront of the other woman, and stands, waddling sightly closer, trying to listen in, her head tilted slightly, eyeing the cards intenty. Clarise tries not to glare at Luke, though even with the attempt not to, the look is still similar to one mothers give their children speaking during a religious service. She shakes it off, however, and uses the index finger of her free hand to loosely gesture to the card on the spread, "This card.. it represents you." She speaks as if she's quite gravely certain of this fact, and continues with, "If you have but a moment... the cards focus on the life essence of those they wish to speak with; they can offer guidance, if you seek it." Threepio mills about in a crowd very far away, stopping any non-threatening New Republic uniformed person he can find and chatting with them. Kaein continues to watch the woman but his intrest has faded a little. He rests his head in his arms as he lays on the warmish stone, his tail moving about behind him, dipping into the fountian a moment, causing the peacefull water to rippile slightly, and his tail, upon being suddenly take fromt he water, causes the people around the cub to scater, to aviod the small spray of water it just produced. Luke's expression goes deadpan cold. He flicks a glance at the card briefly before staring at the woman, "I'm not interested." Danny chuckles to himself, apparently Jedi are immune to soliciting as well. He continues to observe nonetheless, kind of hard not to, since he's right there. Leanna steps up behind Luke and coughs.."Don't mind me sir.. Just being nosy and poking in where I'm not needed as usuall.. But, do you know anything about the signifance of these cards?", she asks, a sincere smile playing on her ,before pointing to the cards.."If done correcty.. untod secrets suddeny become tod.. They are quite acinating.. /reay/", and bobbs her head sighty, glancing between him and the woman. Leia enters the square from the south. Leia has arrived. "I'm sure they are." Luke answers Leanna distantly, "Still.." he adds looking over at the card on the fabric once more, "The only truth I know is The Force." He drops the casual knee and folds his arms as he looks at Clarise, "Is this some sort of scam?" Leanna sighs and opens her mouth, but closing it, letting the other woman speak, looking at her cosey. Luke is on the fountain, next to Danny. Clarise is sitting near them and Leanna is standing next to Luke. Danny smiles at Luke, an amused smile, he looks between the cards, Luke, and the woman behind him. Wow, this is neat, he never knew that a deck of cards could tell the future, but even if they could, the future is always changing, so it probably wouldn't be very accurate. Kaein is also on the fountain. Kaein huffs causing his whiskers to almost stand up strait, and seems to be slightly amused by this. He just shakes his head and mutters someting about living life instead of trying to predict it... Kaein is laying on the fountian, about 3 meters from luke and everyone elese.. Clarise speaks quietly to Luke, as if educating a youngster, "Your card, sir," -- she indicates the card once more with a delicate gesture -- "Reflects a man in a state of withdrawal and aloneness, during which time, the wisdom of patience may be acquired." She shakes her head slightly to Luke at the inquiry of a scam. "The cards, when dealt, can offer insight into the past, present and future, internal and external conflict... they reflect the life energy of the one at the base of the spread, and are guided by that energy to play out in a way that best reveals aspects of life that are in question." Leia's appearance at the fountain area is arrested by her awareness of Luke's nearness; she pauses, gauging the general atmosphere, and watches. Leanna clasps her hands behind her back loosely, glancing between Luke and Carise, and opens her mouth again, but thinks first, and shuts it, just watching the two. Danny keeps his amused smile on, he looks at the new arrival, cursing inwardly again. How the hell are you supposed to protect these diplomats if they don't take the protection, he shakes his head, going to the usual military 'at-ease' position, doing double takes between the two talking. Luke breathes out, "Amazing.." He stares at the card for a long while, then at the woman. His expression changes, turning harder, "Look.. if this were any other day.." He blows out an exasperated breath, then blurts, "What else does it say?" He doesn't say this eagerly, but almost accusatorily.. with a tinge of bitterness in his voice. Leanna glances around her, and moves back a litte, watching the scene intently, as she places a hand at the small o her back, leting out a quiet sigh, the other, resting on top of her stomach, rather comfortablly. Kaein contines to watch the proceeding with a amused look on his face, he dosnet seem to be amused by the actual cared reading but by the fact that some of the humans beleive in this game.... Curious as to the tone in Luke's voice, Leia sidles through the knot of people toward Luke, murmured excuses accompanying her movements. Leanna glances over as she's bumpped by Leia, and starts to retort a response, instead just letting out a quiet.."ohh..", and smiles.."Your highness.", and nods, stepping aside to give her room. Clarise watches Luke quietly for a moment, letting him sort through what he wishes to do, then once he asks the final inquiry, she turns another card and lays it across the first, perpendicular to it. The card bears the image of a wiry, slender young man with curling blonde hair, who stands facing forward at a crossroads. He is dressed in a short white tunic and a deep red travelling cloak. With his left hand he points upwards, with the right he gestures at a flat rock which lies before him at the center of the convergence of the roads. On the rock, four objects are assembled; a chalice, a glowing sword, a flaming wand entwined by two snakes, and a pentacle. Clarise speaks up quietly, "This card tells the tale of potential skills and creative abilities which have not yet manifested." Bourne has connected. "Good evening," Leia says by way of greeting to Leanna, giving her - and her tummy - a kind smile. Interested in Luke's companion and in their activity, she remains where she has paused, watching and watchful. Luke doesn't notice Leia yet, his attention riveted on the woman, albeit in a wary fashion. He furrows his brows, peering at her eyes, not the cards, "Do I know you?" He is certain she must know him. After all her predictions are uncanny. the young horansi's attention is grabbed away from the 'fortune telling' for a moment as Leia arrives. He smiles upon seeing the counclior, but his ears perk curiously and his head cocks slightly to the left when he sees the way the other humans act in her presence....not quite understaning.. Danny looks around for any signs of trouble as the Councilor nears, better safe than sorry, he thinks about calling in 2 gaurds to keep watch, but dismisses the idea. Hmmm, interesting, theres the Ambassador's body gaurd... Bourne strolls into the fountain square at a leisurely pace, hands swinging neatly by his sides as he meanders through the square. He doesn't look like he's got someplace in mind, he's just wandering. Clarise continues quietly, explaning to Luke in a delicate tone, "Normally, the card would signify a release from spiritual or emotional blindness that has allowed, or would allow, the subject of the spread to come to a realization that the journey their life must undertake is possible, and that he or she has the capacities that have yet to be developped. In your case, the card falls as the crossing card... it symbolizes pressing conflict." She rattles off the card descriptions as a minister preaching the word of the holy book from memory, with a quiet reverence to her tone. She shakes her head once to Luke's inquiry, and simply states, "The cards reflect your life essence. I am simply an interpreter; each has a fixed meaning, and each meaning changes with the location in the spread, and the direction faced. I simply place the cards where they are to go, and explain what they mean while there." Danny has disconnected. Sinjon_Teague enters the square from the south. Sinjon_Teague has arrived. Luke stands up quickly, bumping into his sister yet still not noticing her. His eyes are lit now on Clarise. "I said.." he intones with venom, "The only truth I know is The Force. And it's gone. There is no truth left for me. I don't know who you are, or what you're doing but.. Just leave me alone!" he spits out, whirling around and nearly running Leia over in the process. He dashes off into the crowd near Threepio, oblivious to who he's knocked down or what is even happening. His mind races as fast as his legs at the womans words. Upon the sight of another horansi, and a mashi at that, The young keain practially falls off his perch on the lip of the fountian, his claws cutting into the stone and making a sharp, unpleasing noise as the the cub hits the ground with a thud. The cub peers back over the lip of the fountian, the pupils in his eyes turning quickly into narrow slits as he watches the old mashi. Luke, in his mad dash away from his fears, plows right into.. the Mashi Priest. Leanna blinks, as she listens to Lukes outburst, her blue eyes flicking with concern, as he rushes past, her head swivveling, watching him dash off, and blinks, looking back to the card reader with concern. "Luke!" Leia's voice is pitched and pinched with worry as she abandons decorum to follow his flight, her rapid movement not bothered a jot by the folds of her gown. Clarise's eyes widen slightly at Luke's abrupt departure, and she follows him with her cerulean gaze alone, her hand still on the next card sitting atop the deck. She shakes her head slightly after a moment, then looks down to the black cloth laid out before her, turning the next card over in the spread. She says nothing to anyone, she simply analyzes the card in silence. It's bad luck to leave the spread uncompleted, and this young man doesn't seem to be in any great need of luck of that type. Moving along at a rather leisurly pace Sinjon makes his way into the square. His attention is caught by a vendor selling glass ornaments, he slows his pace even more. He attention is brought about in a swift manner as the emotional storm breaks across his path and literally into his person in the form of a blond human. Note to Myself: Sinjon_Teague just looked at you. Leanna frowns and moves closer to the woman, reading the cards.."Pardon me.. Miss?", and she shifts her feet, looking at her with concern. The two, Jedi Master and Mashi Priest barrel into the rickety stand of glasswares, sending tinkling crashing glass all over the walkway in a shower of shards. The vendor stands there wide-eyed and motionless as his entire inventory is demolished in seconds. Clarise glances up to Leanna as she interjects, leaving the fourth card unturned atop the deck. She's not quite sure whether to greet the woman verbally or with a simple nod of acknowledgement; perhaps she's wary of sending yet another person off into a tizzy without intending it. Finally, she opts to go with a softly spoken, "Yes?" that comes very near to being overshadowed by Luke's attempt at demonstrating his appreciation for the glassware industry. Kaein contines to watch, but retreats on all fours to a more discrete place, blending in almost perfectly with the dark night, espically where there no artifical light is shining. The moon light however still illuminates one part of this young horansi, his golden eyes, which stand out errirly in the darkness. With a single and just-shy-of-murderous backward glance at Clarise, Leia appears at Luke's side in time to duck a spray of glass shards. Little attention do they receive, however, as she asks with a thread of worry in her words, "Luke, are you all right?" Luke is atop the cat-like creature with billions of tiny glass shards shaking out of his hair. He raises his head slightly, spitting another few pieces out of his mouth and looking at the cats face. "Uh.." he says breathily. "Sorry." Tal'mair leaves the SandBar. Tal'mair has arrived. Morganna leaves the SandBar. Morganna has arrived. Leanna ignorse the reprocussions of ukes actions, and kneels in front of the woman, speaking quietly.."Would you continue his reading? Or is that not permitted? I am facinated by the cards you see.. since I was a girl on Corelia.. I have allways wanted to learn..", and she rests her hands on her stomach, quite comfortablly, as she regards the other woman intently, sincerity eviden in her eyes. A little more reserved than usual, Morganna steps out of the Sandbar and into the quiet square... or so she thinks. The scarresAmbassador's eyebrow raises as she observes a rather sizely group of nighthawks milling about the square, her eye snines brightly, betraying her presence and she stares at the droid, "The golden droid.." she mutters to herself, "That means that Skyhopper guy's around.." whether she's speaking to herself of an Aide is uncertain. Leia recognizes the Horansi, if belatedly, and falls back a step, then another, observing without interrupting, arms crossed over herself while a certain protectiveness wends its way into her expression. Sinjon gives the young man a appreciative gaze as he shakes the glass from his head. He stands up quickly and offers a large paw to the gentleman, "No apologies are needed. I too have often been in a hurry." The Horansi turns to the vendor handing him a rather substantial amount of credits. "I hope this will cover the damages kind sir," he rumbles. Bourne continues to wander along, suddenly stopping as he hears the crashing of glass. He moves quietly towards the altercation, his hands now out and at his sides to present a least threatening image that he can, while still approaching. Sscalyx walks into the square from the east. Sscalyx has arrived. Kaein remains in the comfort of the shadows as he watches teh on goings. His head turns as the door to the sand bar opens, and the creatus demeanor does not seem to get any better at the sight of the scarred imperial ambassador. The cub merely retreats further intow the shadows, trying to remail out of sight while still having a good view of the proceedings. Luke grasps the feline's paw, standing up with glass falling out of his jacket and hair. He comes to stand inches away from the creature, unwilling or unknowingly not letting go of his hand. "I.." He pauses for a moment just looking at him before breaking away and blinking at Leia, "I'm fine Leia." He runs a hand through his hair, shaking out still more glass. Venus walks into the square from the east. Venus has arrived. Clarise hesitates at Leanna's request, biting her lip slightly as she looks over her shoulder to the direction in which Luke and company took off in a moment ago, then returns her gaze to Leanna before responding with, "... I am not sure that it would be... appropriate... to discuss the gentleman's readings with another without his consent. However, if given a moment, I may finish out that which was started and if his mind does not change and he does not return to seek the results of the finished spread, I can try another, to perhaps illustrate that which you seek." Venus walks to the south. Venus has left. Strutting out of the Sandbar, a little less dignified than when he first walked in, Tal'mair glances around at the crowded street with annoyance. Don't these people ever sleep? he thinks. As he looks at the faces, he doesn't recognize any he sees until he notices Leia. A frown crosses his face, and he ponders the wisdom of looking around, or actually running on about his business. Considering, he decides he'll deal with some of these people later, and that the others aren't worth the trouble. As he slowly walks down the street, a touch of mischevious and sinister intent returns about him, and he disappears southward, to support the general chaos and mayhem theories that govern the universe. Tal'mair walks to the south. Tal'mair has left. Leanna sighs quietly and nods, eaning over slightly, to get a better view of the cards, chewing her bottom lip absently, and then blinks, glaancing up, with a sheepish grin, sitting back more on her heas. That blue eye contrinues to glow as Morganna begins to, slowly, head towards the gathering. Her pair of aides flank her closely and one of them spots bourne, tapping on his comlink to send a signal to the peacefullt approaching Ambassadorial Bourne guy. Morganna, the unlikely diplomat inhales sharply as she spots the cat, and her eyes flick from face to face, resting finally on Leia, "Ah, Coincillor Organa solo." comes the hoth like tone. Leia's answer to Luke and, in fact, to Morganna is forestalled by the insistent bleeping of her comlink. Snaring it from her pocket with a modicum of annoyance, she changes her tune - and posture - as she murmurs, "Of course, Mon Mothma. I'll be right there." With palpable regret she regards the scene before her, then the mysterious woman who authored it, and returns the comlink to her pocket, frowning all the way. Clarise nods to Leanna, and then returns to the spread that had been Luke's, laying a fourth card, then after a moment, a fifth, and sixth. So far, the cards have been laid out to where the first two are still crossed in the center, the third is above those two, the fourth below the center two, the fifth to their right, the sixth to their left. The seventh, eighth, ninth and tenth cards are, one by one, laid out in a straight line to the right of the first 6, with 7 on the bottom, 8 above it, 9 above that one, then finally 10. Each time Clarise lays down a card, she quietly reflects on it and gives it due time to exist in and of itself before she produces another. With the tenth card in place, she reflects on it alone for a while, then on the spread as a whole, all the while oblivious to the goings on around the square, even with those close by. All she mutters quietly to herself is, "Perhaps he should not have left so soon." Sinjon gingerly brushes down the young man dislodging as much glass as he can noticing Leia he bows. "Good evening to you Princess," he rumbles giving her a toothy grin, "It is good to see you well since our last meeting." His beginings of conversation are interupted by the beeping comlink. Sinjon turns his eyes to the young man in front of him. "So what had you so upset that you felt you must flee in anger?" he inquires with raised eyebrows. Bourne hears a bleeping in his comlink and quits his meandering, his head snapping up to regard the square. Sighting Morganna, he approaches at a quick clip, heading towards a spot to her right. "Madame Ambassador." He greets quietly. Leanna chews her lip, and remains quiet, recognising a couple o the cards, but not sure their meaning in this case, as she looks at the other woman, apprehension flickering in her eyes. Sscalyx arrives at the square with a sparse crowd of locals, who, much to his exasperation, are coincidentally headed the same way. The procession before him gradually thins out as he proceeds onto the square. An expression that could almost pass for relief begins to form on his face, but quickly shrivels as a new group of faces, some of them familiar, materializes in his path. "Please excuse me, Ambassador," Leia tells Morganna with regret before her gaze lights on Sinjon. Judging that Luke is in good hands (paws?), she relinquishes her worrisome emotional grip on her brother and withdraws from the area...but not before issuing a darking glance Clarise's way. That woman's features, at least, are emblazoned in the princess's memory. Perhaps it's something soothing in the feline's voice. Perhaps something vaguely familiar about him, or even something sublimely deeper than that, but Luke finds himself telling the Mashi his reasons oddly enough. In any other situation, he would be more restrained and wary. Not so now, he blinks a few times answering softly in measured tones. "I've lost something very dear to me. It was stolen. And something's happened which brought the memory of it into my conscience. The memory of it's loss." He sighs, speaking words and not realizing why he's telling this furry creature he doesn't know. "Maybe you can help me." Morganna raises her single eyebrow and smirks at the force kitty dusting glass off of 'Skyhopper', "Did you finally give into your anger and whack someone over the head with a glass?" she manages to keep a straight face, and turns to Leia, "Of course, Councillor, we sstill need to have that meeting. I'm free when you are." Her eyes also turn to her wayward Aide, "Evening Mr Bourne." Leia walks to the south. Leia has left. Bourne coughs quietly. "Evening, Madame. There appears to have been a small ... well, disturbance." Clarise glances over her shoulder in Luke's direction once more, just missing the baleful gaze of the Princess Organa-Solo, and exhales before collecting up the cards before her and shuffling them quietly back into the deck. She takes the deck in one hand ahd motions to Leanna to sit across the spread cloth from her with the other. Leanna stands, and moving to position herself before Clarise, and smiles a bit, as she shifts, getting comortable on the fountain edge, crossing one leg under her, unable to do both. Smiling widely at the young man, "Maybe I can help you find your way again." he says befoer being interupted by Morganna. He turns his gaze upon the scarred woman, "I am not leashed by my anger. This was an accident, please excuse us as we do not wish to keep your from your important Imperial duties" he murmurs. Morganna gives Sinjon a 'sue you did' kind of look as she states to Bourne, "I trust you're having a good evening, Mr Bourne?" her agressive gaze is fixed on the feline. After a long moment, she pries her eyes away and gives Luke a chilling gaze, "Ahh.. you must be that Skywalker fellow." the end of the sentence trails off and she just stands there looking all creepy and such, of course someone like Lujkke would probably be immune to creepyness. Bourne glances towards Luke, a faintly startled expression on his face, which quickly disappears. He doesn't answer the question, sensing that Morganna's quite occupied at the moment, his hands folding in front of him out of habit. Clarise speaks quietly to Leanna while pressing the sides of the cards with her fingers until all of them line up in one straight deck with no errant edges protruding anywhere. "The most important thing there is to know, is that the cards demand respect. They must, at all times, be treated with respect and care. They are never to be regarded as toys, or left about to become dirtied or damaged." She cuts the deck into two equal halves and shuffles them once or twice, doing so without putting too much bend into the cards as to not alter their original shape. Luke looks perplexed for a moment, "I am. Who are you?" he asks confidently, yet not looking like he expects an answer. He tugs on his jacket which produces a small rain of glass splinters, and double-takes a look at Sinjon, "You're.. not Imperial." He states lamely and with patent obviousness. Leanna nods remaining quiet, as she intently listens to Clarise. Kaein re emerges from the shadows, moving silently on all fours. he moves past the woman seated at the fountian, with out giving them as much of glance and moves to the opposite side of it (the fountian) and lays at its base, his head resting on the tops of his for arms. The kitty remails silent and motionlesss, except for the rise and fall of his back as he breathes, and continues to watch the unfolding scene. Blinking Sinjon says in a rather surprise tone, "No I am not...Should I be?" He chuckles at that thought for a moment before the words that were spoken by Morganna sink in. Sinjon finally realizes who he is speaking with and stammers, "M-m-m-m-mister Skywalker!" He bows low to Luke, "It is an honor to finally meet you. Please allow me to introduce myself, I am Sinjon Teague. I am a Mashi seeker." Sinjon's eyes dance with joy as he speaks. Clarise pauses in the shuffling to continue her explanation, "The cards reflect, as I mentioned to the young man earlier, the life essence of the seeker. They will tell, through they pattern in which they are laid, and what cards arise, the past, present, and future that surrounds the general inquiry or question the seeker may hold inside themselves." She looks as if to cut the cards, but then pauses and tells Leanna, "You should think of a question, something you perhaps wonder about. You do not have to tell me what the question is, simply focus on it in your mind and let me know you have it as you hold it there." At the force kitty's response, morganna slaps her hand to gher forehead and sighs, she looks to Luke and rolls her eye, saying with a gruff tone, "Can't take him anywhere." she jerks her thumb towards the floundering Feline, "I'm Morganna Tazecks, the Imperial Ambassador for this sector." she announces, but not with a flair of arroagance as most would, it's almost in the same tone as 'last night I had roast nerf for dinner', probably because of the amusement Sinjon is offering. Leanna chews her lip, as she regards Clarise, her brows wrinkling... and then nods slowlly.."Go ahead.." Luke has his eyes on Morganna, trying his best to look cocky and confident to her, and as Sinjon speaks, he turns his head to look at nothing. He blinks a few times before looking down. "Mashi?" he repeats, then goes a little wide-eyed. "Wait.." He bends down slightly, "You're a Mashi?" Obviously he's heard the term. "Thank the Force I've found you." His words come out a parsec a minute, "Jessalyn told me there was another Jedi here, I didn't think I'd ever find you." He touches the feline gingerly on the shoulders to pull him back up. Haan enters the square from the south. Haan has arrived. Note to Myself: Haan just looked at you. Morganna manages to suppress and states with the knowledge of one that knows Horansi, pointing at features on Sinjon's body as though he were an inaimate exhibit, "Mashi? Hardly... he has spots, Skywalker.. yes, he is black, but he's nothing but a crossbreed with a very fine coat." Kaein rises to his feet, and beginsto walk toward the small knot of people on his hind legs. Upon reaching them, he meerly joins the small crow of onlookers which has gatherd as a result of the destruction of the glass ordnament booth. While trying to blend in the cub still stands out a litter, probally becasue he is the only other horansi, other than sinjon, represented in the whole square. Sscalyx, from a distance, recognizes the Imperial envoy.. as if there was a place in the galaxy where she might -not- stand out in a crowd. Not being one to pick up on the subtle, or even blatantly obvious hints that her attentions might be otherwise occupied, he trudges purposefully toward the Imperial party. He pays little regard to the other personages assembled, this time more out of single-mindedness than oblivion or contempt. Clarise nods once to Leanna, a solid nod, then cuts the deck and flips the first card over, placing it in the center of the spread. The card's face portrays a beautiful celestial woman with rich, flowering brown hair, obviously pregnant and standing in a field of ripening barley. Her gown is woven of many different plants, and hemmed with leafy boughs. Around her neck is a necklace of 12 precious stones. She is crowned with a diadem of castles and dowers. Behind her, in a background of fertile fields, water flows into a pool. She pauses for a moment to collect her thoughts and let Leanna contemplate the card and possible meaning, not yet going into it. Luke eyes the woman scornfully, yet his reply is even and patient, "I know your type. You're little game won't work with me, or him. Go back to your entourage.. plot your selfish little plots if you must. You'll find no fight here." Stalh enters the square from the south. Stalh has arrived. Leanna blinks, and looks at the card with a sight smie, glancing up at Clarise with a grin.. Morganna raises her eyebrow and her eye flashes, "I was not about to start a fight, I was merely stating a fact." she begins to turn away, "There is another force being around, of the darker persuasion." the woman traces her fingers down her scars idly, "A red eyed Sarian, I'd look out for him, he's one nasty son of a nerf." Kaein seems surprized to learn that the mashi is actually a crossbreed. , and sticks around, now intent on wtching the preceedings... "I'll be careful." Luke mutters softly and sarcastically, still stooped to bring Sinjon back up to a standing position. Sinjon nods solmnly, "Yes, a Mashi. My master was Durell and he taught me to be a Seeker or as you say, Jedi. I have crafted my own saber and have held it honorably in my hands, following the path of Light." He does not even acknowledge Morganna and her hateful, small words. "I have heard of this Jessalyn and was supposed to meet with her but our paths were not to meet at that time." he murmurs. At Morganna's meantion of Ozzle, Sinjon finally acknowledges her, "Yes, I have heard of your dealing with the one they call Ozzle. If you had taken my offer for help, your pain would be less." Haan walks to the south. Haan has left. "The first card," Clarise begins, ".. is the significator. This card reflects the situation, inner and outer, in which the seeker finds themselves at the present moment." She pauses and allows that to sink in before continuing to explain the card, "This card reflects the experience of mothering. This does not mean only the physical processes of gestation, birth and nurturing of the young and helpless child. It is also the inner experience of the Great Mother; the discovery of the body as something valuable and precious which merits care, the experience of being part of nature and rooted to natural life, the appreciation of the senses and the simple pleasures of daily existance." She looks as if the explanation doesn't cease with that, however, and the next part she seems wary to continue with. People haven't been taking readings well this evening, and if there's no thing she doesn't need, it's a pregnant woman freaking out, jumping up and running screaming off into the night. Bourne has disconnected. Morganna chuckles slightly to Luke and shakes her head, "You'll be dead.." she pauses, "If you aren't careful." to sSinjon, she shrugs, "I just stay away from him whenever I can, now that I have the support of more than myself, he won't touch me without knowing there will be a bunch of people afterhim. And I can't stand you, Sinjon." oh my god, she used his name, "It's a hatred that goes as deep as the very fabric that makes me, bred by generations of abuse." Leanna smiles slightly, waving her hand sightly.."Continue please miss.. I have had quite a few reading.. nothing frighten's me at all any more.", and chuckes, shiting sightly. Sinjon nods dismissivly to Morganna, "I know of his...dislike for me. We have crossed paths and shall do so again. Someday you will learn to embrace something other than hatred and I will be there to welcome you into the light." Sinjon smiles warmly at Morganna then turns back to Luke. "If you wish my home is not far. I feel that you and I have things that need to be discussed, things that only those walking our path would understand." Luke nods to the feline, flashing Morganna a squint, "Yeah.." he answers succintly. "I think we should." Clarise exhales quietly, and nods. "The card also has it's dark side; it signifies not only the Good mother, but the Mourning mother who can be full of bitterness and resentment because life requires changes and separation, and endings must occur." She doesn't go into any further details, perhaps that being the last of the card's meaning. She's got her hand now on the top of the deck, waiting to pull a second card. Stalh has reconnected. Leanna chews her lip, her brows wrinkling apprehensively, as she looks at the other woman and nods sowly, urging her on. Morganna shivers at Sinjon's unending friendlyness, the scarred female moves away, not wanting to Overdose on the warm and fuzzy vives coming from Sinjon. She inclines her head and steps away, "I'll leave you two to whatever the sith it is that you people do in private." she steps away and shakes her head, muttering about 'that damn force hooha'. Sscalyx This trandoshan is covered with dark green scales from head to toe, although a subtle pattern of brown horizontal striping is evident on the back of his arms and neck. On top of his one-piece blue-grey garment, he wears a black sash across each shoulder which cross over his torse, one edged with several white lines a few native characters, the other bearing only an unremarkable symbol. His outfit leaves the arms and feet completely exposed, each ending in a set of bone-white claws. Another dark brown stripe runs down the scales of his snout. The pupils of his yellow eyes are narrowed into vertical black slits, but overall, his outward demeanor seems reasonably civil. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Light Armor => C411 Hold-Out Blaster the small crowd watching the events taking place sorrounding the jedi's slowly breaks up, the people going on their way. The young horansi lingers though, still intrigued by the other of his species as he contnues to look on from a modest distance "Well then, let us meander towards my humble abode. Are you hungry? I can make us some tea and maybe something to snack?" rumbles the Horansi cheerfully. "I do not know where Morganna thinks I am a half breed since my heritage is pure. True my parents were not the same caste but the line was pure since both sets of my grandparents had Mashi as one of the partners...." the sounds of Sinjon chattering away to his new found friend carry as the pair head northward. Luke is nodding earnestly as he listens the the Mashi's lineage. He doesn't understand a bit of it, but he's doing his best to be interested. "I wanted to talk to you about your Master... what you were taught.." Luke's voice can be heard mingling with the feline's as the two disappear. Sinjon_Teague leaves the square to the north. Sinjon_Teague has left. You walk north down Mergansar Ave.