"We don't need any apparitions right now. The public is already panicked..." Kalidor says, looking out over the crowd.
A Facade's Deception (For Emerald_Phoenix)
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Tyroc nods in understanding, frowning slightly "This is crazy..." He murmurs, his eyes showing sadness for a moment before it's hidden once more "How did a plasma bomb manage to get in?"
"No clue... It must have been smuggled in. By someone powerful, to say the least. Weapons and ammunitions don't get through customs easily!" Kalidor says. "Unless... It was made here?" Obi Wan asks. "He... May be right. It's possible the bomb was made right here. It is actually surprisingly easy to construct a plasma bomb with makeshift materials." Plo Koon says.
"Is there a way to tell? It might have the same effect, but surely there would be a difference in any residue." Tyroc states, pondering about the situation like a detective "And who would have made it? Do we have a Sith hidden among us? Or someone walking down that path?"
"Well, not really. A plasma bomb incinerates pretty much everything in a rather neat radius. And this is most probably the work of a terrorist, rather than a Sith. Sith don't resort to cheap tactics like this..." Obi Wan says.
"Tyroc, in the morning, I want you to come with me. We shall ask around in the lower levels to see if anyone has bought any of the required components for a homemade plasma bomb." Plo Koon says.
"Tyroc, in the morning, I want you to come with me. We shall ask around in the lower levels to see if anyone has bought any of the required components for a homemade plasma bomb." Plo Koon says.
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Tyroc nods "I will see if I can peer through any more cracks in the Force in the mean time. Stay safe." He bows his head again, before turning and heading off, trying to find either Brenna or Roc.
He finds Brenna first, still wading through the crowd and calming people down. It seems to have a ripple effect, with a few of the ones she calms down moving off to calm others down.
The Cathar smiles at the progress, heading over and tapping her shoulder "Hey." He explains what the masters know, his smile turning back into a slight frown.
"Damn... That doesn't sound good..." She mutters. "Ty, please try and calm these people down. I can't do it by myself!" She says.
[Going to take a bath.]
[Going to take a bath.]
"I will do what I can, but it seems to be a wave effect. We will figure this out, and whoever was a part of this will be dealt with accordingly." 'I just hope that when I meditate, that vision will not be crystal clear' He states mentally, walking off to go help calm people down.
"Yeah. That works!" Brenna calls out behind him.
A few people listen to him, and grab hold of others as well. After nearly an hour, the panic subsides, and people start standing around and watching the proceedings. After a while, Roc walks over to Ty. "Gods... Crowds are hard control... Where's Brenna?" He asks, looking around.
"Here." She says from behind him. He turns and smiles a little. Then, he throws his arms around both their shoulders. "Job well done, gang. Job well done!" He says, chuckling and squeezing them. Brenna squeals and tries to wriggle out of his grasp, but he is too strong, and with a defeated sigh, she gives up.
A few people listen to him, and grab hold of others as well. After nearly an hour, the panic subsides, and people start standing around and watching the proceedings. After a while, Roc walks over to Ty. "Gods... Crowds are hard control... Where's Brenna?" He asks, looking around.
"Here." She says from behind him. He turns and smiles a little. Then, he throws his arms around both their shoulders. "Job well done, gang. Job well done!" He says, chuckling and squeezing them. Brenna squeals and tries to wriggle out of his grasp, but he is too strong, and with a defeated sigh, she gives up.
Tyroc chuckles and merely rolls with it, waiting until he lets go before casually scooping him up bridal style, winking at Brenna as he does so. In front of everyone else.
"He's gonna drop me in five... Four... Three... Two... One..." Roc says, waiting. Then, Tyroc realises the weight of the larger, bulkier Zabrak is too much for his smaller, leaner frame, and drops the man like a sack of flour. Roc chuckles and rolls to his feet, brushing off the dirt. Brenna at this point is doubled over laughing, holding her sides as she goes red in the face. Even a few bystanders are laughing at their antics, although a couple of Jedi masters are looking at the trio with disapproval. "Come on. Let's get outta here. It feels like these guys are going to drill a hole into my back from all the staring. Plus I'm sleepy as hell." Roc says, wrapping his shoulders around them again as they walk back to the temple.
Tyroc grunts, wincing and rubbing his arms before he's dragged off back to the temple, chuckling "Well, at least we made some people laugh."
"Yeah. And made a bunch more people think we're crazy." Brenna says, giggling. "And the Masters probably think we're breaking twenty rules or something!" Roc says, chuckling.
"Well, I doubt that. Perhaps traditions, but not rules. If performing a comedy act is against the rules, then why are we still here?"
Roc shrugs. "I don't know, man. There's so many rules about this and that, not to mention tradition and all that crap... I want to be... Free. Free to do what I want. Go where I want, do what I want, fuck who I want, whatever." He says, waving his hands in the air. Tyroc notices Brenna raise an eyebrow at the "fuck who I want" part.
"That is true... and that does make the Sith appealing, BUT-" He starts, firmly "I think I would rather be restricted in my activities then mercilessly killing innocents."
Roc laughs. "That's a load of crap, you know?" He drops his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "The Jedi are spreading that stuff around on purpose. The Sith don't really kill innocents just like that. They do it only if they see an end result. All these stories about the Sith Lords massacring villages on a whim or eating live babies or whatever is bullshit. I can tell you that right now." He whispers.
Tyroc looks at the Zabrak, stopping and quirking a brow "Oh? And how exactly would you know this?"
He winks. "I have my sources." He says. "But on a more serious note... I've been digging around. Did you know..." He taps the lightsaber at his belt. "This was made by the Sith?"
The Cathar raises a brow, before sighing and shaking his head "Just forget it." He walks off, going ahead on his own.
Roc blinks, then looks at Brenna. "What did I do?" He asks. "You dun goofed boy. You dun goofed." She says with a straight face, before reaching up to pat his shoulder comfortingly. Then, she breaks out into a fit of laughter. Roc just rolls his eyes and trips her up before picking her up like a football and walking behind Tyroc with Brenna squealing and struggling to escape his grip.
Eventually, they reach the Temple. "Soooo... I'm gonna crash. See you guys later." Roc says, turning and walking to his room, waving his hand behind him.
Eventually, they reach the Temple. "Soooo... I'm gonna crash. See you guys later." Roc says, turning and walking to his room, waving his hand behind him.
Tyroc doesn't reply, heading off to his room. He opens and closes the door, sitting down and holding his Evoker, looking at it "... is it really worth it?"
'Being a Jedi. Surely I can develop the Force on my own, I got rather far without their help in the beginning, didn't I?'
"Well... They get to save the galaxy... And who knows, you could, to be honest. The Jedi only shape your understanding of the Force. The rest is then up to you to do with as you please."
'But they seem so... narrow-minded. Their oath states that any sort of emotion will not grant you peace, which sounds ridiculous to me. And before you start, no, I am not thinking of joining the Sith. I just... I want to be free, able to train myself without having multiple people breathing down my neck.'
"Well... There is a group that follows their own teachings... They call them the Grey Jedis. They live the lives of hermits, doing as they please, and staying away from pretty much the entire galaxy. But if you ask me, that's just sticking your head in the sand." Hanuman says.
'Well, not those either then. It feels so complicated...' He sighs and lies down on his bed '... How long can you stay out for when I summon you?'