forum Star Wars OxO with Winter

Started Feb 20 by @FanfictionFanatic-The-Elder group

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@ElderGod-Winter-The-Renegade-Legionnaire

Finally figured out how to tag you!

Whoop whoop!

So do you want to post what you have for a starter and I'll jump in?

I can, do you want to edit your portions first?

Oh, sorry. I meant your first part up to arriving in the senate building and I can pick up from there.

Alrighty, I'll post when I get out of class!

Sounds good.

I'll actually post the character sheet first, so we know where a character stand, looks and personality wise.

Name: Hawkin Jagerfly
Nickname: Hawk, Flyboy, Jager, (Or you know, a sharp whistle and a hey get over here)
Age: 15-16
Gender: Male
Species: Kiffar
Planet of Origin: Kiffu or Kiffex
Appearance: He's tall for his age, 6' 2", and has piercing green eyes and long shoulder length dark brow hair. He has a trademark tattoo across the bridge of his nose, that sharply juts up past his temples as he is Kiffar. The tattoo is a golden bar across his face that is about an inch wide. The tattoo shows a clan that has been lost to time, that no one really remembers the name of. Hawkin just refers to it as the clan of the lost.
Clothes: Lots of gray and brown and dark greens. Tries to blend in. (A golden facial tattoo really helps one stand out. That's why dirt and grime exists lol) Baggy and has a lot of pockets.
Weapons: A trusty bo-rifle.
Backstory: Hawkin is a working boy. If blue collar was a term in Star Wars, it would be him. He's a scrapper boy and works on various ships that come in and out, but he loves tinkering with finer motors. Like those of droids and loves to do tune ups on people who come in looking for someone to work on their robotic limbs. He may be young, but he's gifted when it comes to machines.
Other: May possess psychometry (may even be a little force sensitive oooooo), he gets snippets of memories when he touches things for too long. That may be why he's almost too good with machinery.

Good idea.

Name: Calista Veran
Age: Late twenties to early thirties (I’ll be more specific once you post your character)
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Planet of Origin: Corellia
Appearance: Long light brown hair, sharp green eyes, average height, lightly tanned complexion, lithe agile build.
Clothes: Traditional Jedi robes, primarily brown with dark brown hood.
Weapons: Teal lightsaber
Backstory: Calista Veran was born on Corellia. She was discovered by the Jedi Order at a young age due to her strong connection to the Force. Trained by Master Lira Voss as a Padawan, she survived the fall of the Jedi Order during the Clone Wars. Despite the challenges, she survived and continued her training in secrecy.
Calista's dedication led her to become a known Jedi in the post-Empire era, serving the New Republic by taking some missions and becoming a vigilant guardian of peace and justice.
Other: Calista is attuned to the Living Force, emphasizing the importance of a balance between the light and dark sides. She holds a pragmatic view, shaped by the challenges faced during the turbulent times but still listens to the Force for guidance.

(Understandable. I’m just about to get off work myself but I‘ll go ahead and post what I came up with.)

Calista Veran sighed in relief as she walked out of one of the many new offices that members of the New Republic were using. She didn't dislike the place or even the work they were doing, but she had a general dislike of politics and really disliked how overly formal some of them were. Insisting on calling her “Knight Veran” or “Representative Veran”… or worse “Lady Veran”. She just found it unnecessary and even superfluous. Yes, she was a Jedi but, as far as she was concerned, she hadn't faced the Trials necessary to earn the title of a Jedi Knight. And she felt like a fraud every time someone called her a representative. She knew the qualifications of being a representative had changed from what they were before the Empire and with the establishment of the New Republic… but she still didn't believe that she qualified by either definition.
She had finally finished what was apparently a necessary debriefing about her last job with assurance that the credits owed would be in her account before she left the building. Not that she needed much for anything other than the necessities but the New Republic insisted on the importance of having a Jedi working with them.
A chill washed down her back as she passed by an old hallway. She dared to look but only for a second as she confirmed that it was the hallway. It was off-limits, for obvious reasons, and she had no desire to go down that way so she quickly hurried past in and continued on to the main reception area.

This would not be a typical day for Hawkin. He had gotten up, from a horrible headache. After the day he had yesterday, where he had touched an old droid while leaving work, and all it brought him were headaches and faces long gone, he almost didn't want to go back. He looked around the small room that he was in, and packed everything up. He knew what laid in the underbelly of Coruscant. All of his things were safer with him. He grabbed his tools, his work clothes, and his trust bo-rifle. He left his place and went and grabbed the cheapest cup of caf he could grab. He downed it, and found a transport that would take him to the upper levels of Couruscant. He showed his upper level employment card and rode the transport up to the shop. To his surprise and shock, the droid he had briefly touched was sitting at his station. He sighed and got to work. After a few hours, Hawkin had fixed the droid and every limb worked like it was brand new. However, no one knew where it came from, nor what it was made of. Everything in the droid was archaic. From the wiring, to the gyros. However it was simple and straight forward enough. Soon, he had replaced the delicate wires. He smiled at his handiwork, and the droid had not given him a memory nor a headache the entire time. He smiled.
“All in a good days work. Let’s see if this thing turns on.”
Hawkin flipped a switch and a light hum of whirring was heard, and the droid turned on. It powered up and looked at him.
“Hello. I’m not where I’m supposed to be. Can you help me get back to my master? What year is it?”
Hawkin looked confused. The droid had a speech pattern far different than any modern droid he’d seen.
“Let me ask you this question first. What year do you think it is?”
The droid turned and without facial expressions, Hawkin could only assume the droid was thinking.
“It is the year 200. It is the time of what I suppose historians will call the high republic of the Jedi. It’s full of creativity and knowledge.”
Hawkin blinked hard.
“The High Republic? Well, I hate to tell ya, but um, I’m sure your master is long gone. They are more than likely dead.”
The droid stopped whirring for a moment.
“What? How would you know?”
Hawkin scratched his head.
“Give me a moment. Please. I’ll explain.”
Hawkin yelled towards the back.
“Hey boss, I got an illegal droid. I gotta take it to the senate building. Early empire. I’ll be back when they finish their questioning again.”
He heard a groan.
“I thought we had finally found something worth selling. That's a bummer. Aight Hawk. Get back soon. Clock out for the day. We both know they’re going to keep you for a while.”
Hawkin looked at the droid and looked at his pay for the day.
“Yeah sure. I got it. Hopefully I’ll be back tomorrow. Last time they threw me in a room for the night to question the next morning.”
He heard what he could assume to be a laugh from the back.
He said quietly to the droid.
“You’re lucky I’m curious. Normally people just don’t find high republic droids.”
The droid whirred again.
“What do you mean by find?”
Hawkin grabbed his clothes and bo rifle and slung it over his shoulder and grabbed his tools.
“Let me make this as painless as possible. Droid, whatever your name is, it’s the year 5ABY. It’s been over 200 years since you’ve been awake. We’ve gotta go to the senate building. There’s a lot going on.”
The droid stopped whirring. 200 years? Has it really been that long?”
Hawkin beckoned and the droid followed him to a transport that would take him to the senate building. He stepped on the transport and the droid followed. He pushed the button and the transport headed to the senate building. He looked at the droid.
“Yes it’s been 200 years. What I’m hoping you have in your cranium is memories. I’m trying to get a pay day. The new republic is always looking for something that can tell them the history of the Jedi. There’s not many of those left either.”
The droid crossed its arms.
“I do have memories. And I hope I do see a Jedi. It’s going to be wonderful to see something I do know.”
Hawkin laughed.
“You won’t hardly recognize the Jedi anymore. They absolutely do not follow the rules of old.”
The transport stopped. And Hawkin and the droid got out and walked through the front doors. He saw a receptionist, and walked up to them.
“Hello. I have a droid I need to be checked out. I’m requesting a Jedi. The droid claims itself from the high republic.”
The receptionist leaned forward.
“You’re in luck. I think there’s one in today. A nice lady. But I’m going to ask, what are you trying to gain if this droid does in fact belong to the high republic?”
Hawkin shrugged.
“Payment would be nice. I would like to not have to struggle for a few days.”
The receptionist nodded.
“Alright go have a seat. I’ll contact her with her com link. I have no idea how long she’ll be.
Hawkin sighed, and sat down in a chair and set the droid down beside him.

Calista leaned against the nearest wall and took a moment to recenter herself once she had put enough distance between herself and that one hallway. It was the only time she was a little jealous of people who were Force null and unable to feel it… but she knew that if she was given the option to give it up, she wouldn't.
She apparently drifted a little too close to meditating that she jumped when her comlink went off. But she kept a calm expression, except for a raised brow, as she answered. “Hello?”

The receptionist spoke.
"Oh good, you answered. Jedi Master Calista Veran, there is a young man here to see you. He has a droid that he wants you to check out. It looks old. Very old. I think you'll be intrigued."

“Lorain, I've told you I’m not a Master. You don't have to call me that.” Calista reminded for what felt like the hundredth time. But she nodded, admitting her interest at the idea that someone with a droid was here to see her. “I’ll be right there. I’m not far.” she informed before resuming her walk towards the reception area.

Lorain sighed through the com link.
"Well you are certainly qualified as one. I don't see why you don't just call yourself a master. The kid looks to be about 15 or 16. He's filthy though, and he's not a human. Looking at the gold band across his nose, I'd say he's Kiffar. Although, no clue as to what clan. I don't recognize the marking. He seems nice though. However, he smells like hyperfuel and is covered in grease. The cleaning droids are going to have a field day on the chair he sat in."

Lorain sighed through the com link.
"Well you are certainly qualified as one. I don't see why you don't just call yourself a master. The kid looks to be about 15 or 16. He's filthy though, and he's not a human. Looking at the gold band across his nose, I'd say he's Kiffar. Although, no clue as to what clan. I don't recognize the marking. He seems nice though. However, he smells like hyperfuel and is covered in grease. The cleaning droids are going to have a field day on the chair he sat in."

“Just because I’m one of the last Jedi and happen to live on Coruscant does not qualify me to be a Master.” Calista chuckled with a slight roll of her eyes. “Besides, Force knows if I'll be lucky enough to find another Force-sensitive who would be willing to let me take them on as a Padawan.” she sighed. Not to mention that hardly anyone could tell if they were in the first place. After the Empire took over many people just brushed off any occurrences that would imply they were different in that way to avoid attention.
She laughed again at the last comment and shook her head. “I'll still talk to him. You don't want to know some of the places I had to hide during the reign of the Empire.” she smirked.

Lorain laughed.
"I'm sure you'll find someone to train. But you're a master in my eyes. You're a Jedi for crying out loud. And don't even get me started. I know you had to have smelled of death hearing some of your stories from during the time of the Empire."
Hawkin crossed his arms and looked at the droid and looked at the receptionist.
"Hey! I do not stink. I smell like a spaceship. It's an acquired smell."
The droid turned and looked at him.
"I do not have olfactory senses. So you smell fine to me."
Hawkin gestured to the droid and back at the receptionist.
"See? The droid says I smell fine!"
Lorain pursed her lips.
"Calista I'm begging you, come get this child out of my hair."
In the background you could hear Hawkin.
"I'm not a child! I'm a teenager! There's a difference!"

Calista couldn't help but laugh at her friend's comments, finding some comfort in them, and smiled. “I hope you’re right. And tell the boy how long I spent in a smuggler's ship so he doesn't have to worry about how he smells.” she teased. “I’m two halls away.” she added as assurance before turning off her comlink and picking up her pace a bit.

Lorain rolled her eyes as Calista hung up.
"Your Jedi is on her way. She told me to tell you about how she was on a smuggler's ship. She was on there for months, and hadn't showered in weeks. From what I was told, when she showed up to the senate building, she quite literally had a cloud that followed her. It was bad."
Hawkin shrugged.
"It can be worse than the inside of a Hutt ship. That's a mistake I won't make again. That was vile."

“I heard that, Lorain, and I did not have a cloud.” Calista corrected, trying to maintain a least a little credibility, though her smirk clearly showed that she knew how to take a joke. “A Hutt ship? That sounds like an interesting story.” she said somewhere between curious and impressed as she walked up to the Kiffu boy and his droid. “But I believe you wanted to tell me about your droid.”

Lorain smiled at her friend's entrance.
"It's good to see you. Here's the boy, and now I'm going to get back to work. I have too many meeting to schedule for random senators to be just a receptionist."
Hawkin looked at the woman walking in.
"Yeah it was an interesting story. You must be the Jedi. This is the droid, it claims that it's from the High Republic. I don't know how accurate it is, but I did just replace all it's hardwiring to get it working again. So nothing should be shorting out. Yet."