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Post by Jedi Master Kael Caivera on Mar 24, 2005 1:17:11 GMT
"Do tell Ranka... i was with her when she got that information and even I do not know what secrets Kyra here uncovered."
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Post by Veran on Mar 24, 2005 1:27:22 GMT
Ranka's own expression becomes slightly darker as he reads the reaction of Kyra, yet he is far from showing any hostility's towards the Jedi.
"When you live and train for millenia in the ways of the force, milady, you may develop certain feats which are most uncommon amongs most force users. I beleive I have simply developed a certain hability to feel the past and present thoughts of whom I converse with, it is like if you were speaking to me with your thoughts while even when you make sure of them being concealed in your mind. I am therefore sorry if I have violated the privacy of your thoughts Kyra... It would be quite usefull to be acknowledge of what you have found about the war or we might suffer severe consequence into the upcoming battles..."
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Mar 24, 2005 4:03:17 GMT
*She nods her head.* "You might be right, Ranka. What I saw was most disturbing. Is this the reason you have called me here? Or is there another reason? I don't feel right discussing this with someone outside the Order...."
*She looks over at Kit seeking his advice.*
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Post by Veran on Mar 24, 2005 4:24:25 GMT
"My Queen, the awnsers you seek from me can be looked upon... As you looked upon this beings mind and as I am looking upon many's toughts now...
This is both perhaps a millitary and political or religious debate whichever terms you prefer. The threat of the EbonClaw is imminent upon this galaxy and soon... So very soon this same galaxy will start to struggle. Facing the very stage of someone being choked; it will first gasp for air and try to resist the grip Lirreka will have upon it only making the grip tighter as the galaxy madly fights for her air and freedom, but in the end... There is no more air, no more light... Only shadows and darkness..."
As fluidly as before, Ranka takes another sip of his tea and as he blinks his eyes, they turn to a far more serious expression, neutral and even more chilling then his voice. His emerald eyes could have represent the very cold toutch of death for as they looked into Kyra's it would have seemed like she was in a place far more cold then Alzoc III itself. Far more dangerous then the frost of Hoth... It was the distant toutch of cold only felt on the dead planet of Rhen Var on which death guides your every movements, taking every chance it gets to kill you with the vicious cruelty of ice...
[glow=blue,2,300]For well about over a millenia I have helped the Jedi Kyra, and so now, I want to help you. Though do you want my help? It is the choice I leave to you...[/glow]
If she had not been in such transe because of his eyes, she would probably have seen the fiery sparks, equaly as emerald as his eyes illuminating from them for a moment as he got his head back onto his chair, waiting for her awnser. In conclusion, she probably thinks she may be seeing things he hopes to himself...
Ranka slowly gets up from his seat and bows to both jedi in a polite and respectfull gesture.
"I am sorry to say that my time here is up; I must go and attend to rather urgent buisnesses. My queen, Kit... I do hope we meet again, and soon."
He salutes them one last time until he finaly gives away a smile before he dissapears behind the closing doors of the conferance room leaving both Jedi, alone...
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Mar 24, 2005 4:29:16 GMT
*She stares ahead thinking about his words. Her mind wanders.*
Can the Dematri be trusted? They were the ones who killed my mother so many years ago......these indeed are strange times. Battle is imminent....the Council must know....
*She gets up and goes to grab her cloak*
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