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Post by Cervantes on Jun 9, 2011 4:45:53 GMT -5
The temple of the Jensaarai is located on Susevfi which is a moon of the planet Suabri 7. The temple a short distance away from the moons capital city of Yumfla is a huge complex that serves as the home and base of operations for the Jensaarai order. The base is much more than just a temple, it is a temple, palace and fortress all in one. The temple is split into five levels with a basement containing a great deal of hangar space making up the bottom level of the temple.
LEVEL ONE: The grand enterance hall The temple (Where the Jensaarai go to meditate and seek guidence from the force, as well as other Jensaarai who have passed on) The armoury (Serves as a home for many different types of weapons and equipment the Jensaarai may need as well as a weapons depot for the temple guards) The barracks (The residence of the 500 strong temple guard) The gymnasium (A place for the Jensaarai to engage in physical training as well as train in lightsaber combat and perfect their force using abilities) The arena (A combination meeting place/study and entertainment area for the order)
LEVEL TWO: The dormitorys (Sleeping quarters of all the Jensaarai pupils and disciples) The communals (Living quarters and utilities of all the pupils and disciples) The great library The museum The auditorium (Mass assembly area for all the Jensaarai pupils) The academy (where the pupils recieve their educations)
LEVEL THREE: Surveillance center (Different from the war room, this is where the Jensaarai monitor events occuring in the galaxy, it also contains the recruitment offices where the Jensaarai search for potential members of the order) The botanical gardens (Massive indoor gardens complete with pools and a forst as a place for the Jensaarai to relax) Defenders quarters (The personal residences of all the Jensaarai defenders)
LEVEL FOUR: Communications center The war room (Where Jenasaarai operations are monitored and planned) Administration wing (Manages the day to day operations of the order) The guardian quarters (Living quarters of all the masters) Saarai-Kaar's chambers (The personal manor of the Saarai-Kaar)
LEVEL FIVE: The great hall (Where the Jensaarai council meets regularly to manage and organise the order and its operations)
In addition the temple also boasts extensive grounds complete with outdoor training facilities and rest and relaxation areas. The entire complex is encircled by a towering defensive wall and guarded by a dozen watch towers all of which are equiped with heavy turbolaser cannons to defend the temple from assault.
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Post by AtraVentus on Jul 6, 2011 8:06:32 GMT -5
The Great Library was practically empty during the late hours. Similar to the Jedi Archives it was a tome of knowledge gathered over centuries. From the shadows of the corridirs a faint glow began to take shape. Twisting and pulling the gliw grew into the form of Higomi L'eonheart, a sad look upon his face. It was becoming more difficult to visit this plane, so much chaos within the Living Force and worse things he dare not speak of. He walked slowly through the library, his hand trailing the shelves. It was a difficult thing to remain part of this world but not of it. He could imprint upon objects but he could not interact. He was an observer, nothing more.
With a sigh Higomi came to stand in the center of the Library. HlIt had been so promising, the peace he had worked towards. He had lost track of how long he had embraced death happily. When he found he could no longer rest Higomi had opened his eyes to a galaxy he barely recognised. While the galaxy itself was in relative peace he could already see the thread unwinding and now it had been torn to shreds. The worst of it was the knowledge of the attacks' origin and that he was helpless as he was. What is the point of knowing if you can but watch?
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Post by AtraVentus on Jul 13, 2011 10:28:41 GMT -5
The Jensaarai were relatively busy now that Cervantes had been resurected. Higomi had always been curious of the group. He had never found the opportunity to explore them in life, too many pressing events had occured. He waved a ghostly hand over a terminal, frowning even though he didn't expect a response. In the darkness of the library he fealt almost as if he was once more embraced by death. In the distance a soft murmering was his only reminder that he was not alone.
Overcome with curiousity Higomi made his way towards the voices. He found a pair of initiates huddled over a terminal, clearly they had snuck out of their chambers. Fond memories of his time at the Jedi Temple came back to him, himself doing much the same many times over. Still, what could be so important to these initiates that they would risk the wrath of their mentors? In this he could be thankful for his current atate. Being dead made eavesdropping pathetically easy.
Stepping closer to the ring of light radiating from the terminal screen he could begin to mark out words. They seemed to be discussing something to do with the transfer of Force energy. It was a most curious subject, though one he was already familiar with. He turned from the initiates, ready to depart when a single word snared him. Resurection. Turning back Higomi was again found himself wondering as to their plans.
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Post by AtraVentus on Jul 21, 2011 11:38:54 GMT -5
"Clearly we can't give him a body." One of the initiates was speaking to the other as Higomi drifted closer. "I mean, could we? I don't know."
No, you can't. Higomi's unspoken response seemed to resonate with the thoughts of the other. "Nah, I mean, we're already out of our element as it is." The second initiate responded. "I don't think we should be doing this."
"It's our fault he died!"
"I know, but--"
"I'm trying this... With or without you."
Higomi's eyebrow raised out of curiosity. Apparently this pair of initiates had once been a trio, yet something had happened and the third was lost from this world. Most interesting. He continued to observe their research session, unbeknownst to the pair. It seemed like they were arriving towards the conclusion that possession was their only course of action, but for that to work they would need to be able to call his Force Ghost from the Living Force. Somehow, Higomi didn't believe they would succeed. Then again, their theory was sound. With a bit of tweaking and more extensive knowledge they could potentially succeed. It would, of course, require a living host. The host would be committing suicide, if willing, and the ritual would be murder if otherwise. Still, the thought of touching the world around him - physically feeling and experiencing all there was - was exciting.
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Post by AtraVentus on Jul 25, 2011 11:40:51 GMT -5
It was several days before the initiates had what they needed to perform their ritual. Higomi watched, as he had since stumbling upon them. He wasn't sure if the newcomer that came with them into the empty chamber was there willingly, or if he was in for a rather nasty surprise. Despite the temptation he had decided not to interfere. Sacrificing one life for his own was something he could not justify given the circumstances of his own death. Watching from a corner he could see that events were about to begin.
The two initiates that had done the planning exchanged a quick glance before the leader turned to their newcomer. It happened so fast that even Higomi had issues following the dagger plunging into the third's chest. The shocked face proved to him that the third was not a willing participant. The follower of the initiate with the dagger had begun channeling Force energy into the room. The ritual was simple, they were calling upon the dead spirit of their fallen comrade and enticing it to enter the body of the fallen initiate as the initiate's own spirit left. Unfortunately for the initiates things were about to go very, very wrong.
A dark shadow began to form from the ground, rising with hungry intent. It slowly stalked the body, unsure of what to make of the situation. Was this too good to be true or could these fools actually be offering up a vessel? The shadow, having been dead so long, threw caution to the wind and moved for the body as blood pooled out onto the floor. The initiates didn't know what to make of the shadow, unsure if this was their friend or something worse.
As the shadow arrived at the body it suddenly contorted in pain. Seeming to spiral into itself like a whirlpool the shadow flowed back and into Higomi's waiting palm. "There are too many of your kind here already..." He said sadly as he cast the shadow into oblivion. Turning to face the two initiates he allowed himself to be seen. "Your ritual has failed... I recommend you flee." The initiates could see the cold intent in his ghostly eyes as Higomi spoke. Almost comically they ran from the room, practically trampling each other in the process. Turning with sad eyes to the fallen body he knelt down slowly. "Such a waste..." His mind turned as he felt the life slipping from the helpless form before him. Suddenly, memories started clicking into place. The boy was already dead, there would be no more stain on his soul if Higomi was to do this thing. "Please, allow me to borrow your body, just for a time. I promise not to desecrate your memory."
Higomi could feel the life slip from the body as he pushed himself downward, ever farther spiraling into the dark depths of that empty shell.
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Post by AtraVentus on Jul 27, 2011 11:39:37 GMT -5
His eyes opened slowly, the world a dark blur. Pain shot through him as an intense pressure weighed down upon him. His mind worked slower than he would have liked, processing the sensation. The pressure was a familiar weight, but more painful than he remembered. A fountain of Force energy flowed forth from his body, he realized slowly. A trait common to those of the L'eonheart bloodline, spawned by a Miraluka ancestor long ago. It was said that, upon his parent's death, the Miraluka's pain had been so intense that he had become a wound in the Force. The resulting power vacuum had drained the Force from both his parent's dying forms and even from his brother. This resulted in more energy than one body could contain and became a fountain of Force power. This trait had carried on throughout the bloodline over the centuries.
Gritting his teeth he did something he hadn't needed to since his death; he took hold of his connection to the Force and closed it off. The release of pressure was felt instantly and relief came with it. The soreness was a grim reminder of what he had just experienced. Rising slowly he focused his eyes and looked down at himself. "My body is not my own..." He said softly, not recognizing the voice that spoke his words. He tentatively reached out in the Force, pain coming in answer. It seemed that the massive influx of power released by Higomi's Force energy had strained this body's connection to the Force. That belied a greater risk to using his full abilities while in this body, lest he cut off its connection to the Force entirely. Glancing down he could see the wound in his stomach slowly healing. A small twinge of sadness shot through him as he thought of what had just transpired. "Such foolishness."
Turning towards the entrance Higomi just stood there, in borrowed flesh, wondering how to continue. He was sure that his presence had been felt in the Force before he could contain it and would not be surprised if some of the stronger Jansaarai would come to investigate.
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Post by AtraVentus on Jul 29, 2011 11:44:12 GMT -5
He moved slowly, with a hint of caution with each step. The door to the chamber opened on its own, allowing him to slip out silently. It was an odd feeling, being confined to the physical plane once more. Before he had been able to travel as quick as a thought to anywhere he wished. Now he must use the door. He could not be certain what the initiates had done after fleeing. Did they seek guidance and help, or were they still in flight for their lives?
The soft patter of footsteps rang from the right hallway, so he moved to the left in answer. He didn't know these halls as well as he would have liked but there would be time for that enough later. For now, it would be best to distance himself from that chamber. As he turned a corner his body was rocked by a blast and he found himself firmly pinned against the wall.
Turning his head he could see a group of Jensaarai standing in a small circle around him, moving closer whilst the one in the lead held his hand out towards him. Clearly this was the one that had him pinned. It was not his intent to get into a fight, and even more he wished to avoid any unnecessary deaths. "Who are you?" He heard the closest Jensaarai ask. He truly wasn't sure how to answer such a question. His body had a name, but that was not his name.
"I am the past..." He answered softly.
"You are abomination." The Jensaarai spoke with finality. He could see the two initiates cowering behind the line of the group, it was obvious they had found aid.
"True, this is not my true form, but you draw the wrong conclusion."
"Silence!" The force of the voice was coupled with added pressure from the Force grip holding him against the wall. Old rage flamed to life quickly but ages of experience quickly calmed it. Turning to face the Jensaarai a shockwave exploded from his form, breaking the hold. Instead of being knocked back by the blast the group around him seemed to float through the air in a form of stasis as he stepped forward calmly.
"I am not the enemy. You would do well to remember that." With that he released his hold and the group of Jensaarai came crashing to the ground.
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Post by AtraVentus on Aug 3, 2011 11:26:18 GMT -5
--Higomi L'eonheart--
It was a mistake. I shouldn't have used so much power. I could feel the borrowed body's connection to the Force weakening. What would happen if I were to sever that connection? Would I be able to remove myself and become a Force Ghost again, or would the body drag me down into oblivion with it. That's something I wasn't planning on finding out. The Jensaarai had begrudgingly accepted that I wasn't an enemy but they were still wary. The looks I received were less than kind and I could feel the hostility as if I were swimming in it. No matter, they weren't my concern at the moment.
Finding a quiet corner I sat down in the Botanical Gardens and tried to relax. I had always loved the Room of a Thousand Fountains on Coruscant. It was always that place I could find inside me when I needed calm. Death had been serene, calm was a constant and it had helped me put a damper on my emotions. They could fuel me, but they would never rule me. Letting out a slow breath I allowed my mind to expand outward, leaving the confines of my borrowed body and filling the emptiness of the galaxy.
I had felt him the instant I was once more part of the galaxy in physical form. It was distant, faint, but I had felt it nonetheless. Then, in an instant, the feeling was gone. It had been a long time, but for the first time in countless years, I reached out to my Force Chain, the link that had never broken, and spoke softly. Hello, brother.
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Post by zenzao on Aug 20, 2011 18:52:20 GMT -5
Trey lent back in his seat and watched the lights flash by. Through his version of sight they were beautiful spots of energy, lighting up his mind and making him giddy. This was his first real period and time to reflect since he was plucked out of his life as a scrap worker. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander. He thought of his sister and mother, but only for a moment. They had never been real in his life. He had lived in there house, eaten there food, but in many ways it had been someone else’s family. He thought of the men he had called friend, the women who had been kind to him, the fights, the blood, the tears on the corner of his sockets when he was younger, and the sting of holding them back as he got older. The merchants who had slipped him little pieces of their trade, the delivery’s he would do for them on his way to and from the docks. As he sat there thought turned into meditation, and meditation into sleep. His hand moved up to his face, splaying there across his cheek and sockets.
((filler post, but I felt like writing SOMETHING))
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Post by AtraVentus on Sept 22, 2011 14:43:56 GMT -5
Higomi sighed as he came to his feet. He could sense Samual there, in the corner of his mind, but he couldn't reach him. Either that or his brother had become stubborn in his old age, which was entirely plausible. Holding an unfamiliar hand before him he muttered quietly, "My skin is not my own." Glancing about he ignored the Jensaarai around him, they were not the problem. He needed their leader, he would be the one to help Higomi. He had never intended to take a body in this manner, but now that it had occurred he had to move forward on plans long forgotten.
Travelling to the nearest terminal he queued up a galactic map. Putting in various coordinates he found what he was looking for, quite surprised to see it had been relegated to neutral territory. Hopeful, everything there was still in tact. At least in tact enough. "It's time I returned to Kamino..."
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Post by AtraVentus on Nov 8, 2011 12:15:48 GMT -5
The trip to Kamino would take some time, and he was without critical information. When he was part of the Living Force he could have just gone to Kamino, found the information for himself. Unfortunately, limited as he was, it would be extremely difficult to attain the current state of affairs. It would be much more prudent to go with a small group of Jensaarai but, somehow, Higomi didn't see them being overly cooperative. He would need to look through the HoloNet, see if there was any news on who currently held the planet. From that he would be able to ascertain what sort of defenses he would encounter.
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