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yes, I took the ball away from him for this shot, but not to worry it was returned shortly after :-)
MY WORRY
Bosphorus Straight
ISTANBUL >>> ASPROPYRGOS
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Tanker --- 101.9m X 16m
- aaah it is a dragon!
- No it is only a youngling spawn it hasn´t got any wings!
- Call the king, call for the king he is use at at slaying dragons!
- can´t the baby dragons breath fire? why isn´t it using it´s breath on us despite us poking it?
- someone call the wizard, he can make it crawl back in to it´s egg
- don´t call the wizard, he will only make thing worse, I am here, your king and my valiant men and beasts!
- My lord do you think it was the Middle-easterling peace-negotiators that brought it with them I saw them doing strange things at the street when they were here!
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Missing the fun vibe on Curacao today. Passed by this post while driving to another destination on the island (Curacao is an island in the Caribbean) and couldn’t resist pulling over and smiling in front of it.
This is the Manchineel tree (often referred to as the Manzanilla tree or even the Manzanilla de la muerte. It is native to the Caribbean, Central America, Florida, and a few other places. Its fruit is quite poisonous to humans (don’t worry, there are antidotes!) but its roots also help to prevent beach erosion which is great for an island with tons of beaches!
This tree was painted this way as a warning but it’s also unbearably cute especially if you have a soft spot for the octopus as I do. Also, don’t worry about the cute dog here, while the fruit isn’t recommended eating for humans, it doesn’t have the same effect on dogs. (at Curaçao)
Another addition to my Surreal Anatomy series.
These are worrying hands worrying in the worst of times.
Smiley out in front of the Moreton Regional Council Chambers at Redcliffe declaring his one toy campaign to stop the disease of worry warts.
I Peter 5 : 7 "Give alll your worries and cares to God, for He cares about what happens to you." (New Living Translation)Worry or Prayer on 23 January 2010 - day 23 of 2010.
Worry or Prayer on 23 January 2010 - day 23 of 2010
Difficult choice of image this morning, what with my hometown burning and the world stock markets crashing, i usually like to share something beautiful but today i thought this picture of a very concerned owl chick was more appropriate. He'd just seen some buzzards circling overhead, its a good metaphor for both news stories.
So if everyone could stop smashing and burning the place up that would be great, the owl could relax and i could get back to pretending that the world was full of love peace and harmony. Thanks.
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I think this man had the most beautiful face we saw in Greece. I particularly appreciated the sprig behind his ear. He said he used the worry beads instead of smoking, which he had stopped doing a few months earlier. His restaurant was great as well.
An old man relaxing on the roadside in Senganatham forest
area !!!
Have a great day, friends !!!
சொல்லும் பொருளும்அற்றுச் சும்மா இருப்பதற்கே
அல்லும் பகலுமெனக் காசை பராபரமே !!!
தாயுமானவடிகள் பராபரக்கண்ணி
Let it go,
let it roll right off your shoulder
don't you know
the hardest part is over
let it in,
let your clarity define you
in the end
we will only just remember how it feels
rob thomas
Sadly, on its way out. This one was resting in the yard and allowed me to pick it up without flying off. I placed it on some leaves away from traffic so it could relax without worry of being stepped on.
It was time to visit Koh Lanta Animal Welfare
and do some donation photos for them. LAW is a non-profit organization, which receives no funding for they work, other than your donations and the profits from the Time for Lime restaurant and cooking school. They been doing so brilliant work on Koh Lanta and nearby islands making it also more comfortable holiday paradise having more healthy animals on the island and keeping animal population in control by they sterilization project.
Not to worry, my right stocking seems okay too. Or maybe you should help to do a more thorough check just to be sure?
"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.
If that is how God clothes the grass in the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown in the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?
So DON'T worry, saying, "What shall we eat?" or "What shall we drink?" or "What shall we wear?" For the pagans run after these things, and your heavenly Father knows you need them.
Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."
Matthew 6:28-34
A huge thank you to Victoria for being a such an amazing woman of God, and one of my best friends. She has so impacted me at my school to follow Christ and love others like He does.
Thank you :) and a huge thanks to God for a magical morning, along with some perfect fog at sunrise.
More photos from this day to come! <3
"What, Me Worry?"
Aplomado Falcon (Falco femoralis)
I found the expression on this beautiful Aplomado Falcon's face quite amusing. Was it surprise? Was it curiousity? Or perhaps he was wondering if I had any tasty food offerings hidden somewhere in that picture taking contraption in my hands.
The Aplomado Falcon is nonmigratory, medium-sized falcon found in open, dry grasslands from Mexico through Central and South America. Although rare, they can also be found in the southwestern United States. Aplomado is the Spanish word for lead-colored. These falcons have a beautiful bluish steel-grey coloured plumage and an orange underbelly. At approximately 12-15 inches in length, and with a wingspan of roughly 3 feet, Aplomado Falcons are capable of catching birds and insects in midair, while hunting lizards and small mammals on foot. Due to their hunting skill and stamina, these raptors make ideal companions for falconers.
Blogged. Most of the time when I worry about things that are out of my control, it makes me want to curl up and wrap myself under a lot of blankets and wish that the storm will pass soon.
We had said to skype yesterday. I waited an hour,emailed him, tried to reach him on his mobile....but no answer. Today we talked and he just forgot. I realized again that even far away worrying about a child will never go away.
Jul 22, 2009 #491 After spending 25 days in the hospital, my mom is finally able to come home! Yay!
Thank you all for your constant support, blessings and prayers!!
I have the best friends here on flickr and I am so grateful for all of you!
Thank you so much for all of your wonderful comments, faves, and friendship!! ♥xoxo♥
EDITED ON FEBRUARY 6, 2021
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(Coruscant, Republic Military Cruiser Grounds, Acclamator Cruiser Adeption, one month after the Battle of Geonosis)
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'Its been one whole month now since the Battle of Geonosis, and after the death of Rilicia Urios. Lately, I've been thinking about this war, about my friends dying... and especially about the Jedi Order. I keep telling myself that the only way to win this war is by surviving and doing what's necessary to accomplish that goal. But the Jedi themselves are peacekeepers, not warriors that the galaxy sees us to be. I'm still not sure if I can do that nor keep myself of being a warrior for battle. As a Witronian, we are warriors who protect more than we are at keeping the peace. Sadly, I can't worry about this. Not now anyway. Lately, the Republic is already having trouble keeping hold of some Republic systems from the Separatist Alliance. We've been hot on their tail for a while now, but we haven't been able to find a way to retaliate back with the forces that we now have.'
'However, that's all about to change. Recently, Republic Intelligence indicated that the planet, Taris, is no longer heavily guarded by Separatist control and the people are retaliating against them, giving us the advantage. So, within half an hour's time, there's to be a private meeting being held in the temporary barracks on-board the Ademption, being held by a man named Lieutenant Higer Atwon, who will be leading this assault on the planet.'
'But, the problem with this meeting though is that there's not a single Jedi involved with this. The worst part...the Jedi Council don't even know about this meeting. Which means, these men, these clones, are building their own private army, and I'm caught up in the middle of it. I've heard the rumors of clones turning against the Jedi because of our own actions and viewpoints, but I think it was complete nonsense. Yet, I shouldn't be too surprised. I have already seen things happening to me more than once. So, to put it simply, I actually believe those rumors to be true. And since the clones have their own sense of free will to express, it makes it even more plain to see. I'm gonna find out what they're planning without the Council's knowledge, and see exactly what is all really going on here.'
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Kydan stared and watched as the Clone Troopers of the Galactic Republic began their construction on their military homes on Coruscant, the working soldiers and droids operating in a professional and quick manner. Its only been an entire month since the beginning of the Clone Wars began, and the Republic's first victory on Geonosis and and a small raid on Hissrich. With the current situation of losing system after system, the Republic's Grand Army have little grounds to establish long term homes during the war. That being said, it was approved by both the Senate and Chancellor Palpatine to allow a large military presence on the Republic's home capital.
Honestly, it was quite the sight to see for Kydan. Having always been isolated and cooped up inside the Jedi Temple for years, he has never seen how things operated from outside the confines of his own home. He couldn't stop himself from having a small grin of satisfaction as he watched the men and droids working side by side. It was like a dream to him.
"Beep bleep bwoop."
Blinking his eyes from mesmerizing, he looked down to his droid counterpart that stood beside him. Just like the other models for pilots and Jedi, his droid was a grayish R2 unit, stripped with gold coloring. Although, being as it may, he didn't refer his small friend as a R2 unit, due to the droid being as old as himself, especially before his own father's time. Quite the unique droid, for sure.
"Sorry R7," he apologized with a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his head that was covered with long brown robes, concealing almost his entire body. "Guess I was drooling a bit too much, huh?"
"Bweep boop," R7-D7 replied in agreement, shaking its large robotic head at the same time.
Kydan just smiled at his droid friend. He was so glad that he had someone else with him on this. Because he was doing something out of the authorization of the council, and from his uncle's wishes, he needed to sneak into this meeting with a different appearance than that of a Jedi. Rather than wearing his traditional brown and gray robes, he had swapped it out and replaced it with metal plating that used to overlap the gray, now black, clothing. His pants were different, fitted with black pants and protected with the same material as his upper torso. He felt completely different when wearing this new set of clothing. He didn't feel like a Jedi anymore, more like a mercenary for hire. For some reason, it felt pretty good too him.
"Come on bud, let's get going," he said to his partner walking down the ramp and to the entrance of the Acclamator-Class Cruiser, R7 closely following behind him. When they entered the ship, he immediately started getting a sense of deja vu, reminding him of the ship he had been on a month ago. The same ship where his old team and friend were on too. Thinking about it again made his heart swell with sadness once more, remembering again everything that had happened.
He shook his head slightly, forcing himself to not contemplate on the past again. He needed to be strong for them all, not keep mourning them every single day of his life. He made a promise to Rilciia before she past, and he intended on keeping it. He needed to win this war. For everyone in the galaxy.
Walking down the hallways of the ship where multiple engineers, officer and soldiers were out and about, busy with their own work. The meeting was being held in the main hangar bay, where a majority of both clones and hired guns will all be gathered at. As far as he knew, they would keep security tight considering all that has happened. Which seemed to be the case as Kydan and R7 saw two clones acting as security, guarding the entrance doors that led to the private meeting in the hangar.
They approach the two guards when the clone on the left raised his hand at them, halting them in their tracks. "Hold it right there, stranger. Where are you and droid going?"
"My droid and I were invited by your commanding officer about some kind of meeting," Kydan lied to the soldier, changing his voice at the same time.
"If that's the case, we'll need some identification to confirm your statement," the clone replied, extending his hand out to him. "You do have it, don't you?"
"Certainly, trooper," Kydan said, taking a small chip from R7 and handing it over to the trooper. He was relieved that they weren't too suspicious that he was wearing Jedi robes. Earlier on, he had seen some men and woman wearing cloaks that he could have mistaken them as Jedi. Plus, changing his look seemed to help quite a lot.
The clone that was checking his identification hums in a contemplating voice. "Hmm...well, everything seems to be in order. All signatures verified, date of birth, species...alright, you seem to be cleared to enter.. Go on in, Mr. Kedone."
"Many thanks, fellow soldier," he replied back with a salute, as the doors opened to them allowing access to the hangar. He and R7 walked through as the doors closed behind them. A small smirk formed on his lips as he looked down to his partner. "Great job on making those false identifications, R7."
"Bwoop beep beep," the droid replied with a grateful tone. Even though R7 was just an astromech, he had it's uses for situations like these ones, which made Kydan grateful also to have.
As they approached the area where the meeting was to be, he saw a large, stadium-like area filled with seats that many were filled with clones, as well as bounty hunters, smugglers, mercenaries, you name it. Many of them were all sitting down in their perspective seats waiting patiently for the meeting to begin. On the ground floor, an officer with blonde and little gray hair who wasn't a clone, yet wearing clone armor, was speaking to a couple of clones that also wore the same orange pattern armor that he was. The officer was Higer Atwon, commanding officer of this meeting.
Kydan and R7 both walked and rolled up to the top benches of the large stadium they were in, looking about as they saw the many soldiers and hired gunmen making conversation with one another. Just as he reached the top benches, Higer approached the middle as he took a deep breath and spoke out loud. "Attention, everyone! Attention! I would like everyone to take their seats so that we can begin the meeting!"
Everyone, including Kydan, took their respective seats, R7 standing beside his master. Higer waited patiently as he watched the brave and courageous soldiers among him sit down, a small satisfied smirk formed on his lips.
Clearing his throat, Higer began to speak. "Greetings everyone! My name is Higer Atwon, commanding officer of the 12th Airborne Battalion in the Grand Army of the Republic Army. As you all may know, the Galactic Republic is continuing to take back key worlds that are now under the 'protection' of the Separatist Alliance," he emphasized with his fingers. "Many of own soldiers and Jedi Generals are, at this moment, trying to retaliate against them, but with the Droid Army overwhelming us, they are almost untouchable.'
"Now many of you are probably thinking,' what does this mean for us? How does this correspond with us being here?' Well, allow me to explain; you are all here because you want the Separatist gone. You are here to do what the Jedi simply cannot do which forbids them because of their Jedi Code. You're here to show the Jedi that they need to take drastic measures to ensure the safety, protection and freedom of the Galactic Republic."
"The Jedi don't do what is necessary!" a bounty hunter shouted out.
"They are losing because they cannot do what needs to be done!" another voice called out.
"The Jedi need to take action upon themselves!" a clone in front of Kydan agreed, raising his arm in a protest.
"These are all good points, and that is why I have asked you all here," Higer replied to them all, assuring every single soldier in the hangar. "So let's get down to business. Republic Intelligence reported that the once long-ago, beautiful planet of Taris is no longer heavily occupied by the Separatist. Apparently, they have moved their heavy forces to the planets of Alzoc III and Christophsis. Which means that Taris is only protected by a normal sized fleet and a small legion of droids on the surface. Also, the people of Taris are now beginning to rebel, giving us a better advantage. The Jedi do not know of this yet, and if we were to ask for their help, then the victory we all look upon will disappear."
Higer continued on. "That is why I have asked you all here; from bounty hunters to smugglers, from mercenaries to Clone Troopers, to do what the Jedi Order simply cannot do. I am asking each and every one of you to risk your lives and help retake the planet and all other key Republic systems. So, if any of you wish to back out now, I completely understand. We will not force you to fight with us."
The crowd then begins to look around them, carefully watching to see if anyone is willing to leave and back down from all of this. But yet, not a single person stood and left. It appeared that everyone was on-board with all this. At that moment, the crowd began to cheer, applaud and whistle at Higer for his performance. From the top, Kydan was taken back a little bit, but nonetheless, gave off a small smirk of interest and approval.
Well would you look at that...the lieutenant got all their attentions, Kydan thought to himself, admiring the officer with much respect. Well played, Higer.
"Alright everyone, settle down please. I am grateful that all of you are willing to help. Myself and the whole Galactic Republic thank you for your courageous heroism. Now, before we go any further, each and every one of you have a data pad underneath your seats. I advise everyone to pick one up and quickly register their identifications. I will give you all a minute to do so."
Each and every single man and woman picked up the data pads that were underneath their seats and began to punch in their identities within the database. Once they finished, Higer instructed further, "Now that you are all registered, and due to the amount of men and women here, I want each and every one of you to pick and choose your partners for this mission."
Kydan blinked a couple of times before his eyes widen in surprise. "Wait...what?!"
"The reason for this is that the plan needs to have at least a group of two or more in each team, followed by a five man squad of clones who are willing to follow their orders. So, once you all have completed this task and have shared information with another. we will continue on. When you finish, register your teams into the database. You have three minutes to comply to this act."
Kydan slapped his forehead in annoyance. "Oh great, everyone else is gonna be in a group, and yet I don't have a single partner."
"Bwoop boop?" R7 questioned his master in a sincere and worried tone.
"Thanks pal, but I'll need someone who isn't a droid. No offense, though."
"Beep beep," it replied back, not at all taking it offensively by his master's comment.
"Well, we better look for someone fast," a voice said to the young Jedi, appearing in his black human shape form. He crossed his arms as he looked down at his friend. "Otherwise, this undercover mission is gonna end pretty quick."
Kydan narrowed his eyes at him. "Thanks for the encouragements, Dark..."
Frantically looking around the entire room, from the right side of him, he saw a woman in black robes, who appeared to be his age. Underneath her robes, she was wearing more black garments that could almost identify her as a Jedi too. She was all alone by the looks of it. He wondered if she was on her own, just like him. "Wonder if she's in a group?"
"Can't hurt to ask."
"Point taken."
Standing up from his spot, he casually walks over to her as she paid no attention to his approach as she stared directly at the entire crowd in front of her.
"Have you been left out too?"
Taking a little off guard, she looks up to see Kydan asking her that question. His expression was that of curiosity. "Yeah...on my own pretty much."
"Well, since we're the only ones without a partner or team, would you like to partner up with me?" Confused, the woman gives him an odd expression.
"I mean, its for just the mission, and I don't see anyone else without a team. Besides, it'll only be for the one time."
Pondering over the idea for a moment, she nods in agreement as she hands him her data pad with a little bit of information. Handing over his data pad too, she takes it and scans through it. When she saw his name and face on it, her eyes squinted a bit before they widen a little.
Wait, is this...? She thought to herself, unsure of her answer. What's he doing here of all places? Where's his master?
Now even more curious as to what is going on, she presses the 'approval' button. At the same time, Kydan was reading her bio' on her data pad, his own curiosity growing more. Hmm...Calena Irune...
Higer clapped his hands together to gain everyone's attention once again as he continued on. "Ok everyone! Now that thats settled, lets move. Now all you have-"
"Hold on a second!" a voice cried out from the top of the benches. As the crowd looks behind them, they see a clone sergeant walking down the steps to Higer. He reached the lieutenant and stood beside him as the crowd was eager to hear what this clone had to say, considering he had interrupted Higer's speech. "I have something to say before we continue this meeting!"
"Then speak your words, sergeant."
"With pleasure, sir. My name is Sergeant Throte. Many of you know who I am, for I was part of the Battle of Geonosis that took place one month ago. As clones, we all have to have a Jedi among the soldiers, correct? Well, Jedi are the protectors of the Republic right? They protect living life forms, all humans and species alike, as well as being self-sacrificing for they care only for others. Am I right?"
Taking in Throte's words, the crowd murmured to one another, pondering over his words carefully.
"I thought so. Well if the Jedi are protectors as they say they are, then how come several thousands of clones died on Geonosis, including the four thousand within the past month? How come they are dead and a majority of Jedi are still alive!?
At that moment, the crowd begin to nod and agree with the sergeant's argument.
"I say that the Jedi only care for themselves instead of others! They say they protect us in battle, yet, many of us clones have died under the Jedi's commands/ And still they get to live while most of us are dead or just barely still breathing! I lost my entire platoon of brothers under one of the Jedi's commands during the Battle of Abridon a week ago, and out of all of that, I was but the only survivor of the entire platoon!"
"In fact, I don't doubt that the Jedi will justify against these accusations. As a matter of fact, there's probably a Jedi among us right now! If that's the case, I say they should come forth, apologize for what they have done to us and should share with us everything they have to win this war. Otherwise, we clones can no longer trust the Jedi, nor their little Jedi Order anymore! Heck, they shouldn't even be leading us nor the Galactic Republic in the first place!"
The crowd looked around them for any suspicious Jedi among them, which makes Kydan feel uneasy. He had read some of the reports, and many of those were blaming the Jedi Order for these actions. Even though it was not the Jedi's fault, he couldn't help but feel guilty. He thought personally that it would be best to speak out that he was a Jedi and apologize to them all. After what happened at the research towers with his squadron and friend, it would make sense. Maybe even a bit of peace, if he was being honest.
But before he could even make a move, another voice spoke out, the sound of a deep ascent reaching everyone's ears. "Are the Jedi really responsible?"
Coming down from the stands, a middle-aged man wearing some kind of smuggler's outfit, walked down the stairs and stood in front of Throte. He was only a little taller than him, but not too tall to look up at, considering he was a bit build up for normal size. His hair was short black, along with long black side burns on each side.
The sergeant narrowed his eyes at the smuggler who stood before him. "What did you say!?"
"I said is the Jedi really responsible? Can you prove to us all that they're responsible? Where's your proof?"
"Proof? Look around you! There's not a lot of our brethren left here! There was thousands of us that walked among the Republic just a month ago. But now, because of the Jedi, most of us are dead for that matter! To them, we are just bantha fodder for them!"
"Is that so? Well, Throte, let me ask you something..." Reaching to his belt, he pulls out a small rounded device. "Do you have one of these devices?"
"Of course I do! Everyone in the Republic Army has one, especially us officers!"
"Then you should know that the Jedi are doing everything they can in this war to save lives. And that includes the Clone Army."
He was taken back by the smuggler's words, hesitation rising in him. "W-Well, yeah...but-"
The smuggler looked towards the crowd around them both as he began to address to them all. "Everyone! Inside these are the archives of the Galactic Republic Army, and in them is a large amount of basic and combat simulations that show how the Jedi operate in battle. Within it will show why the Jedi can only do what they can, and why Clone Troopers are dying on the front lines. Its not the Jedi's fault for the brave men that have died. Rather, they should know that the Jedi protect them in every way they can, but they can't protect them forever."
"They are imperfect humans and aliens, just like the rest of us. That's why the clones, men and women must know how to fight on their own, regardless of the situations. Under the command of the Jedi or not, they must do what they can for themselves...even if they die trying."
The smuggler looked back at Throte,, saying, "am I wrong, Sergeant Throte?"
Throte responds only under his breath, which only the man in front of him can hear. "Not, you are not..." Still mumbling to himself, Throte takes a seat in the front, crossing his arms in defeat.
The smuggler looks to Higer with a small apologetic tone. "Higer, you may continue."
"Thank you, Egole. He is right, everyone. On these devices, there are even lists of planets that the Republic has on the Separatist. Every time intelligence reports in, It will list many key planets that they control, as well as a bit of information of the leaders who are in charge of each system. So inside your data pads, it will show you the details on Taris."
"It reports that Taris has little forces in the system and has little defenses to use. Their leader is a Force sensitive assassin named Gualo Rotinth. He wields a single-handed red lightsaber and uses different attack patterns. Mostly he uses guerilla warfare, so he and his forces should be but easy picking."
Higer places his pad away as he claps his hands together one last time, regaining everyone's attention once again. "Alright! This meeting is over! I have listed each and everyone of you with the entire plans for your groups, so I want each and every one of you to go over it by tomorrow morning. We will be leaving for Taris at o'ten hundred hours. You are all dismissed!"
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(Coruscant, Few hours after meeting was adjourned)
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In the very populated mess hall area, the cafeteria was overwhelmed with a vast majority of clones, men and women who had all chosen to partake in the battle tomorrow. At first glance, you could see that each one were talking about either the Clone Wars, their daily lives, or the battle that was coming. In the back of the mess, the black robed stranger, Calena, had sat on one of the benches alone, eating one of the food rations that was being passed out in the cafeteria as part of everyone's dinner. This was mostly due to saving the costs on regular food and to allow Republic citizens to be able to have food on their tables, considering that the war has not been kind to anyone in the galaxy.
As she made a small nimble on the tasteless food in her hands, she heard a voice from her right side. "So this where you wondered off to..."
Recognizing the voice, she turns her head and saw Kydan standing beside her with his own food at hand. She could sense the calmness within the young Jedi, much to her surprise considering that she has heard of who he was from rumors from other Jedi and Masters. The way they described him was uneasy, treating him as though he was some sort of monster. She felt bad for him, and didn't understand why that was the case.
"Mind if I sit next to you?" He ushered to the other seat next to her. Nodding, she scoots over to the side a bit as Kydan takes a sit beside her. Not a word escape between them afterwards for a few, until Kydan thought it would be best to break the ice between them. "You know, that ration would probably taste better if you put some of this on it."
Looking over, Calena saw him pull out a small transparent jar from his cloak, placing the jar between them in a jesture of offer. Cautiously, she pulls out a stick from the jar as she saw what was on it. "Cream?"
"Believe me, it's much better than just eating it plain like that. I should know."
Still being cautious, she takes a bit of it out and spreads it on her ration, taking a small bite out of it. Thinking that it was some kind of trick or something from the young man at first, she was surprised by the taste of it. In a mere force of habit, she quickly eats the entire ration. Kydan just watches her devour it all, not a laugh or shocking expression was seen or heard from him. Rather, he seemed to be contemplating.
"So...Calena, wasn't it? Exactly why are you here?" He asks her, not looking to her as he stares at his half eaten ration.
"What do you mean?" She asks curiously.
"Well obviously, for starters, your no bounty hunter or smuggler. Definitely not a clone soldier, considering your a girl. At first, I thought possibly a mercenary of some sorts, but when I sensed something in you, it kinda made more sense to me."
Calena stares at him for a brief moment. Not just because of what he just said about her not being a clone or anything, but what he was getting at.
"Your form and style of clothing represent that of a Jedi. Yet, I don't remember seeing you in the Jedi Temple. Then again, I never really had the opportunity to meet anyone really when I was being taught. So what's your story? Why're you here?"
Calena doesn't respond right away. Instead, she takes a few moments to collect herself before speaking to him, choosing her words correctly. "Because...I don't want to change."
That caught Kydan off guard. "Change? What do you mean?" He didn't fully understand what she meant by that statement.
"Well...take a look around you. Already within a month, the Jedi Order has become commanders and generals of war, not keepers of the peace. It's as if we have already lost our way the moment this war began. On top of that, the clones have already begun disapproving the Jedi about us being their commanding officers. Even the Republic itself is deciding whether or not the Jedi should help defend the Republic against the Separatist Alliance. It's like a loop of chaos over and over again."
"I guess...I never seen it that way..." he replied in a sincere tone, not even giving any of that a small thought before.
"I want to be a Jedi Knight badly," she continued on. "It's been my dream ever since I was a little girl! But if it means to give up everything I know just to make a little change in my life, like being a officer of war, then I would rather die in the confines of the temple rather than die trying to change who I really am; a Jedi."
Taking a moment to let her finish, he finishes his ration before replying, "you don't have to change if you don't want to..."
Calena looks at him, both with a look of surprise and confusion at the same time.
"You have a choice of changing who you want to become. But in all cases, whether you do it or not...your still you. No matter if your fighting a war or protecting others. It wouldn't matter if you were a Jedi Master or a Sith Lord for chihura sakes. My father told me that whatever or whoever you try to be or do, it won't matter. What matters is that your still you, and that you should always feel overjoyed about it, not try to change it in another perspective."
She just stared at him a bit wide eyed. Out of all those words he shared with her, she really thought about it carefully. In any event, he really was right. Each of those words had true meaning to them, and truly showed her the light side of everything. That alone gave her the encouragement she needed. She smirked softly, trying hard not to smile.
"However, I don't want to watch you die on my watch. I've already lost a lot of my friends because of this war, and I don't need to lose anyone else in this fight, let alone another fellow Jedi. So, just promise me that...you won't let yourself get shot out there, okay?"
With the small smirk still plastered on her face, she nods in agreement to her new partner. She didn't know why, but something about him gave her a warmth of comfort and trust. And frantically, she isn't the kind of Jedi who can easily trust just anyone. She had a feeling that this battle will change everything, even tip the tide of the war. And boy was she right.
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In truth, I think this was probably by far one of the most interesting chapters we have wanted to write. After watching a few movies and anime shows for so long, this idea had somehow popped into my head. I really can't say that this is good or not, so I'll leave that to all of you to let me know.
And also, after this chapter, we did finally start improving our building skills and writing somewhat, so hopefully all of you reading will enjoy what we wish to offer you all.
For now, thank you all once again for your support on our series, and again, if any of you see a need of improvement in our chapters, let us know down in the comments below. We would love to hear your criticism. Again, thank you all, and as always, have a fan-building-tastic day/night! See ya' in the next one!
- Director K.W.
Opening party 11 December at Nitroglobus for 'Tunnel of Light' by Burk Bode & Maloe Vansant.
When you missed the opening party no worries; Burk's Tunnel of Light will be at Nitroglobus gallery for the rest of the month of December.
Here's your taxi to our gallery:
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