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 Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:30 pm
For absolutely no reason at all Belial picked up the onboard mic receiver and began speaking into it as the YT2400 took off under the ministrations of Quint's R2.
'Welcome to Air We Don't Care and fly the unfriendly skies today. Please ignore any screaming, panicing, crying, and piteous moaning you might here from the cockpit. Now please fasten your seat belts and straps for our trip to Kashykk, home of the walking shag rug.'
He did it in his best stereotypical pilots voices before turning it off and sniggering as the shup headed for hard vacuum.
((Now off to Space for ein moment then on to the Skywalker.))
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 7:23 am
Canis walked towards the hanger bays where his YT-1300 was kept. He wanted to do some adjustments on the systems while he waited for a master to take him as a padawan learner. In the short time he had been there he had already learned what the rest of the younglings had learned. He was very thankfull that the jedi had let him stay when he was 10, and continued to let him stay as the years went by. He was now 14 and the only way now for him to learn more was to become a padawan. He got to his ship and activated the land ramp so he would be able to get inside
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 3:46 pm
The younge boy sat on his legs. To be exact, he sat back being supported by his feet and knees. The shoulder straps on his robes were not connected to the rear so they fell in-front of him between his legs. His torso was only covered by his undershirt. Obviously his Echani roots still influinced him. With his head hung his non-Echani blue eyes wear not visible, but his silver hair still shone in the light.
He stood, before a long orange mat that filled the length of the room. He pushed a foot behind him and the sinthetic leather bent at his toes. The boy pushed vigoriously against the floor. He dashed across a distance of 4 meters taking exactly two steps. He felt suspended in the air as he glided over the floor and met the mat.
Stabbing a foot into the mat he turned over sideways, upside down, legs spread, toes stiff, and his head was close to touching the mate. It didn't take long for him to turn over, meet the floors with his left foot and repeat but only in a backward motion. So he tucked in the air spreading breast first to meet the ground again. And so he did.
He spun using his momentum again but with a sideways turn instead of a flipping motion. He kicked like a butterfly, well, maybe not. It was still called a butterfly kick though. Coop soon ran out of momentum and began to mix his hand to hand motions into the steps.
The boy reached the end of the mat in no time at all. So, he sat again mimicing what he had done at the other side.
The mat helped with his practice of the Ataru form. He was still working on his fundamentals. He knew he could have done something more fancy but he would rather make sure he had it down. He would never become a Jedi Master if he died before even becoming a Jedi. He also had other problems to confront. He needed to find a Jedi to walk him through the path of light and become a padawan. Coop was still an initiat and his imbarrased him. If the time had been in the days of the older Jedi order than he would allready be unaccepted to be a Jedi.
So, Coop continued to meditate. His form required as much Force energy as it did physical.
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