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11.22.2012 , 02:09 PM |
Sins & Virtues
Pride / Courage
Minalde & Randall
Randall and Minalde had found a quiet corner to sit in where they could chat. Though outwardly she projected the image of a confident and serene Jedi,inwardly she could feel all kinds of emotion that she couldn't sort out bubbling up. Rather than talk about what they had been doing recently they found themselves reminiscing about how they first met.
There had been a very large push by Flesh Raiders at the time they arrived on Tython. The call was out for the padawans to help the Battle masters while younglings were moved to safety. The current forces held a line but barely before the lowest terrace.
Randall hurried down,in his youthful arrogance he knew he would certainly turn the tide. He went into the fray, sword swinging, the hum and buzz of the vibroswords that padawans were given filling the air. He was focused on killing the next one in front of him steadily moving forward into the area, not realizing how far in front of the others he had gone. His pride in his ability pushed him forward,a joy he did not realize he could feel filling him as he piled up bodies in his wake. He suddenly realized he no longer heard any other swords outside his own humming and as the rush of adrenaline dissipated he was surrounded by several Flesh Raiders. He raised his now tired arms to try to fend them off,knowing his pride had brought him to an ignoble end, when the largest one picked up a rock and hit him.
Minalde checked her bag before moving into the fray. She made sure she had medpacs, some food and drink, and even some simple bandages before leaving the building. Readying her sword for defense if needed,she headed out to help. She worked her way out steadily with some of the Jedi watchmen and a few other padawans. She was careful and cautious until she saw the first cage with the unfortunate padawan who lay beyond her help. In the distance she could see what appeared to be another cage. Without further thought to her own safety she headed in that direction.
Randall woke, the sounds of a battle in his ears. His head hurt and he felt stupid letting himself get caught. Some Jedi he would be. If they would let him back. If he even survived this situation. Cracking open his eyes he could see the roof of what appeared to be a metal cage. He closed his eyes again, muffling a groan.
The quiet was what got his attention next. He tensed wondering what would happen as he heard the creak of the door opening.
“Are you okay?” came a soft voice “He felt the hiss of a medpac being applied. Opening his eyes he met the gaze of the greenest eyes he had ever seen on an incredibly gentle face. As the medpac took effect he sat up and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I am now”
She smiled and handed him a training blade. “Lets go free any others. By the way my name is Minalde”
He was stunned at the effect her smile had on him. “Randall. Let me clear the way” He felt that he would and could kill anyone for her, if she said the word. Side by side then ventured forth to see how they could help.
*Rissa (60 Sorc) * Cielle (55 Merc)* Irrissa (55 Op) Ko'neko (55 Mara)
*Minalde (60 Sage)* Aubrei (60 Scound)* Cleindori (55 Sent) Rosaleen (55 Com)
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