Star Wars RP!!!!

After taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she re-told what she'd already said to Master Starweaver. She subconsciously noted that she'd regained the rythm of her speech, and organizing came quickly and easily. But something came to her at the end...
Master Landu picked up on it, "What weighs on your mind?"
She hesitated a split-second, "Accessing my memories is not always an easy task. I know more, things that I haven't unlocked yet. If I leave the protection of the Jedi, I may not be able to return...I met Darth Vengence today, while Master Starweaver was distracted."

Master Starweaver spoke,
"Darth Vengeance? Here? On Couruscant? And I didn't sense him? How can that be?" he asked, worried. His mind was racing, on all the possibilities of his mission and what he had already done.
Master Landu spoke, first to Starweaver, "Calm your mind, Master Starweaver. It is one of the mysteries of the sith, that we may soon unravel" He then continued, talking slowly to Evgrisa, "You have told us much, young One, and this will help us in the defeat of the Sith. You have the protection of the Jedi Order"

"I thank you and the Jedi Council." She bowed her head, then turned to Master Starweaver, "I could not sense him, either. I knew him. He could not sense me, and he didn't know me until I revealed myself to him. It is one of the things i learned from Orith. Darth Vengence has changed. He is preoccupied, and was greatly unsettled by my appearance. Things aren't as he planned. Perhaps that will be used against him. For now, it would be good to find out what is amiss. Later, i will search my memories. But now, are there any questions you would like answered?"

Master Landu spoke to Evgrisa,
"What else have you learned from Darth Orith, young one?" he asked, cautiously. "Surely he did not take you as an apprentice?" He said, raising an eyebrow.

:Austrara Lenx:

*Meanwhile Austrara was busy waiting out the temple*

"I wonder what will happen to me, will they spare my life or kill me, oh why did i bother"he mumbled.

He stood waiting their until he saw one of his old friends from his bounty hunting days
Jacol was Alderranian came from a rich family reasonably tough but his temper was very bad
he did not go for the body Armour he wore normal clothes for Alderann people

"Hey Jacol it me Austrara how thing's"asked Austrara.

Jacol look distracted "oh hi Austrara i got a big break, I'm working for sith now an i could get you a job their what you say they pay loads, an it probably not anything serious you getting sent to the Jedi Temple replied Jacol

"Jacol, Krimmu missing nobody wants to employ me I'm hoping to become a Jedi so if I'm good you're working for the sith." *Austrara picks up his blaster an ties up his mate with thick rope*

"Austrara you've changed I'm you're best mate you wouldn't kill me would you." *nervous laughter*

"No I've killed enough people I'm putting you to sleep *He fires a dart into Jacol neck* sweet dreams Jacol."

((Fontroy, please please please, use spell check and proper grammar. I don't care if you're scottish, or welsh, or whatever. You speak English. Use it correctly.))

She smiled, briefly, "No, he never took me as an apprentice. Yet, he didn't recruit another since I came to him. He was borderlining my servitude. I was trained as many languages, cultures, and mannerisms as required. I did everything a full-fledged apprentice would, excepting that I was never allowed to use a lightsaber. Master Orith indirectly trained me with the more passive use of the force. A nudge of the mind, whisper of regret, but mostly concealing. If the other Sith had found my capabilities, I doubt I would stand here today."
"Orith had the responsibilities of being secretary. His organization and notes were poor, and soon i accompanied him to all his meetings. I took over, while Orith used the front that slaves were his property, and that the others couldn't object to him using his property. That I wasn't an apprentice was a political advantage. Not to mention that I would listen to rumors, and evesdrop with lesser punishments. I kept records of most everything. Trouble is, what I have is three years old at least. And that they're floating on an abandoned ship somewhere...it will be difficult to find it, even with my tracking device."
Evgrisa thought for a moment, "If you can find it, it's yours. I'd have to remember the codes i used, but...it was meant to be found."
Suddenly becoming aware of Grif again, she said, "Keep an extra guard up. I can't be sure why Vengence didn't kill you, but I suspect he was making some sort of a game with you in it."

"This knowledge is most disturbing," Master Landu said, levelly. "But, as long as Orith did not teach you the Dark Side, we can trust you and your information, I believe" He lowered his head, thinking.
"Perhaps find this ship, we should," interjected Yudan.
"I agree," said Landu,"Perhaps we could use it to help streamline our information, with that of the Young One here." He continued, saying, "All in favor?"
All of the council said "Aye".
"It is settled then," he said firmly. "Master Starweaver, Grif, and Young Evgrisa will go find this ship, and notify us when they have found it."

"Thank you, Masters." she followed Master Starweaver's example and bowed before following them out.

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Outside the temple, they found a rather curious sight. Austrara was as they'd left him, but there was someone with him, dead asleep and tied up.
"What the blazes went on here?" it slipped out before Evgrisa could stop it.

Meditating in his quarter, Damien retreated deeper and deeper into the darkside. In his mind, he recited the code by which he lived by.

Peace is a lie, there is only passion
Through passion, I gain strength
Through strength, I gain power
Through power, I gain victory
Through victory, my chains are broken
The force shall free me.

He opened his eyes abruptly. He wasn't alone. The door to the room opened. Before the intruder could walk in, Damien struck out with the force like a snake, grasping their throat. He lifted his arm, which in turn lifted the intruder from his feet.
"What do you want, hopeful?" Damien hissed.
"We-gack-found someone-wheez! Says he knows-err-what you want to-gag!" The apprentice struggled to say. Damien's mind raced. Finally a lead! He grinned manically as he rose from his platform and snapped the apprentices neck, ending his pathetic existence.
"I reward you with freedom for this," he said as he lowered the apprentice's limp body to the ground. He grabbed his coat with the force as he stormed toward the holding cells....

Hi. I'm new to young writer's society. Im a friend of C Elocins. I've been a star wars mega-fan for a few years now.
Oh, and Sabradan, there is no proper name for the race Yoda belongs too. Yoda hid on Dagobah, but did not come from there. But Dagoban will work (since know one else knows what to call them). *Bows respectfully*

:Austrara Lenx:

"er this is Jacol, he said he worked for the Sith now, an he offered to get me a job to work for the sith."

"So i put him to put sleep so you could interrogate him Austrara replied hoping this was a good idea."

((Run on sentences hurt my brain, Fontroy))

Evgrisa blinked. "Umm, sure. Master Starweaver?"
What do you do with a nutcase like this? She thought, looking to Master Starweaver with a blank stare.

((Ah, Sabradan, don't be such a wet blanket . Look, he's using punctuation! Like you asked He's slowly getting the hang of things. If he keeps working at it, he'll be using English better than me! Fontroy, who wrote your introduction?))

((The point of the matter is that English is his mother toungue. He should be writing and spelling better than I. He doesn't however, and English is my SECOND language))

Master Starweaver looked at the two people behind him, one was tied up and sedated. Master Starweaver did his best to conceal his disappointment, and Grif Sylver hung his head low in dissapointment.
"Look, erm...Austara," he said, reading the force. "I am glad you are dedicated as we are to the destruction of the Sith, but...you cannot become a Jedi. Its not just as simple as taking a test and training. Its a long and hard journey, and only certain people possess the natural abilities to embark upon such a journey. Your blood must contain things called midi-chlorians. They are what helps your body feel and use the force. And you, my young and eager freind, are not force sensitive, unfortunatley. I would love to have a padawan as dedicated and focused as you, but you are physically unable to become a Jedi. Sorry"
He and his party turned and walked towards the awaiting starcruiser.