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Deel Teroalaas

"Only the Jedi have the right to rule!"

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a character in “Star Wars: Legacy Of The Force”, as played by claw

Description

Name: Deel Teroalaas.

Age: 19.

Gender: Male.

Species: Zabrak.

Faction: Jedi Order.

Rank: Jedi Knight (Though he has only recently become a full Knight).

Skin: Brown.

Eyes: Orange.

Hair: N/A.

Distinguishing Marks: Tribal tattoos along back and chest.

Force Sensitive: Yes.




Lightsaber Forms: Dual sabers.

Force Powers:Force push, Force choke, Life drain.

Skills: Dueling, manipulation, disguise

Equipment: Purple saber (Right hand), blue short saber (Off hand), Knights robes.



Appearance: Image

Personality: Arrogant, cocky, and all too ready to try and show off his powers, Deel has been lucky enough to remain a Jedi by simple chance, with the order simply undermanned there was more than one Padawan rushed through training to try and refill the ranks. It is because of this rushed training Deel has less understanding of the true rules and roles of the Jedi and is quicker than most to act rashly.

Biography: Born on Iridonia among the tribal communities on the Zabrak homeworld he was forced to learn the arts of warfare, sabotage and pillaging as a way to survive from a young age. As was tradition by age 5 the young Zabrak was granted his first vibroblade, though he did not take part in warfare until age 9.

During one of Iridonias long nights a rival tribe discovered Deels tribal home and ambushed them in their sleep, though most of the tribe was killed in the first attack a good number survived and through the sacrifice of the tribes leader managed to make an escape into the mountains. In these mountains the majority of the survivors died from hunger or form the cold, though Deel had an a an almost unnatural ability to find enough prey to kill and eat in those harsh times.

In those mountains days became months, and months became years. The tribe was but a handful of people now, Deels unnatural powers made him something of a shaman to the group and it was these powers that led the group to a hidden shrine deep in the dark of the caves, it was here that they discovered a shrine to the ancient Sith Darth Revan. In this shrine they discovered a lightsaber hilt, the source of the signal that had drawn them in, the eye plate of a Mandolorian mask and an ancient computer, through their investigations of this machine they activated a signal which drew the attention of the Jedi Order to Iridonia.

Once the Jedi discovered the young force user that was Deel they took him away from the remnants of the tribe and flew him to Dantooine, to be taught in the ways of the Jedi Guardian, though he kept Revans hilt carefully hidden away from his masters.

So begins...

Deel Teroalaas's Story

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Inside the Jedi ship and aura of calm meditation had fallen amongst its passengers, the return to Coruscant, home of their darkest moment was one of mixed feelings amongst most of the Jedi. The Jedi Knight known as Deel Teroalass was not one of the meditating Jedi, not being able to sit still long enough to let his mixture of excitement and anxiety come under control, instead he took to pacing back and forth in his quarters, every now and then looking out of the window as the planet came closer and closer.

When the ship itself made port he and the other Jedi of the Order were stood ready at the bay doors, the younger Jedi had an air of nervousness around them and he took a few deep breaths in an attempt to slow his heart, it seemed to work for a time. When the judder of the ship landing ran through the ship the Jedi steeled themselves and as the doors opened wide and the walkway slid gently out from the belly of their ship they strode as one out onto the planets surface.

Deel could not help but look around at the marvel of the world around him, he had never in person seen a true city, living in tribes or on Dantooine gave him a more rural upbringing than most others of the Order and the sheer size of the building around him gave him no small moment of pause, as he watched other people moving around the space port his hands moved into his robes and sat on his twin sabres, a subconscious response.

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There had been a constant humming that came from the engine the entire trip. At first is was an annoyance, but after an hour or so it had become a relaxing melody to the Jedi Master. Tyr-Kyr sat with his hood drawn and his hands clasped. A deep meditative state had washed over him as he began to deliberate on the pressing matters that he had somewhat been forced to go on this journey to complete. Being one of the five members on the Jedi Council, and being a well known figure from the last war with the Sith Empire, it was decided that Tyr-Kyr would be one of the master to go before the senate and request that the Jedi be allowed to return to their former home on Coruscant and resume their role as the protectors of the Republic. Tyr-Kyr didn't support this decision, but he was out voted by the other council members. He believed that the Order had lost sight of it's true purpose by becoming to involved with the Republic. The Jedi, despite their capabilities, were not intended to be warriors. Tyr-Kyr worried that should another conflict arise between the New Republic and one of it's enemies that the Jedi would not survive as it had in the past. Tyr-Kyr was then shaken from his thoughts by the crackle of the loudspeaker coming on and filling the cabin with the pilot's voice.

"Arriving on Coruscant in 3 minutes. Prepare all belongings for exit."

So the time had finally come. A new chapter would begin in the Jedi whether the senate allowed the temple to be repaired, or not. The ship came to a jeering halt as it landed at the docks and the doors slid open. A few of the Knights exited first, soon followed by the gawking Padawan wishing to gaze at Coruscant's glory. Rising slowly Tyr-Kyr walked towards the door as the last had exited. He could feel the distortion in the force as he stepped out upon the landing pad. A terrible shroud of darkness had fallen over this planet and it infected those that lived here. "Darkness looms in this place. It was not a wise choice to seek the senate's council this day." He spoke aloud and he walked ahead of the crowd of Jedi. He turned to face them once he was sure all their eyes were upon him.

"Young one, you have came here today at the behest of the others on the council and to observe the proceedings of the senate. You must watch and learn today, regardless of what happens. I expect you to act honorably and present our Order well to those that no longer remember us. Now we should make hast to the Senate Building."

With that he turned away, and began to walk towards the senate, knowing the others would follow.

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The Zabrak Jedi quickly controlled himself, though the sight of so many large buildings and flying vehicles was certainly impressive, the air around him had an odd metallic taste, he assumed that this was from the constant traffic and that Humans must be unable to feel it, or at least they didn't show it.

He resisted the urge to take a closer look at the space port when Master Tyr-Kyr stepped out from their ship, Deel like many other Jedi had had the honour of being trained by the Jedi and Deel in particular had a great deal of respect for him. His hands drifted back off of his sabres when Tyr-Kyr began lecturing the gathered Jedi, though he paid it little heed. Like the other Jedi he began following the Master, though he walked quicker so as to walk alongside Tyr-Kyr.

After a moment of walking he turned his head and with a small amount of trepidation asked the question that was beginning to bug him. "Master, I would have thought you would be happier for the chance to visit the old Jedi temple." Like almost all Zabrak Deel had a cold, deep and gravelly voice that betrayed all emotion. "I know more than one Jedi here would have preferred we went straight there." Deel himself was of a mixed mind as to which location he would have preferred, though he himself had strong political views and had long since wished to see the Senate at work, he was nervous to see how they would react to a host of Jedi walking the streets.

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Moving carefully about the buildings, Sulin remained as undetectable as he could be. He knew that should he get too close to a jedi, maybe around 10 to 20 feet, they would know he was there. He knew well that he had to avoid that, so as such, he stuck to taking the roof tops, doing his best to avoid using the force. His position might be a little more than dangerous, as he did not know how the jedi might react to knowledge of him.

His first stop was the old jedi temple. They had a library there that, assuming minimal damage, could give vast quantities of unknown knowledge. Sulin could not pass up this opportunity at such easy knowledge.




It had taken Sulin a grueling three hours to get to the old temple. It was in complete ruins. However, Sulin still had hope about it and began by walking in the one archway that was still intact. Upon entering the temple, Sulin fell to the ground pain rippling through him until he had lost enough focus to become visible, both by eyes and by force, once again. He stood up quickly now, without pain, noting that the force was a dangerous thing in the temple.

Following the broken down hallway, occasionally using the force to move objects out of the way, Sulin moved at a hastened pace. He could be seen and he could be felt, two things he found horridly dangerous.

Finally reaching the library, Sulin found what he was looking for. The lost knowledge of the jedi, their archives. It was plain to see that the archives had been damaged, but Sulin pulled all the recoverable data, putting it on a data spike to be brought back to the rest of the Observers. Sulin only hoped that no one had come to investigate the temple.

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Walked at the head of the group absent minded and still brooding over the fact that he was even here in the fist place. He was in the middle of internal deliberation when a voice broke through his concentration and addressed him. He turned his head slightly and looked out from beneath the hood at the boy that had spoken. The boy had inquired on why Tyr-Kyr had been looking so full of malice since they had left for Coruscant. He thought about telling the boy everything, as it was not in his nature to lie, but he also knew that placing so many worries upon a Padawan wasn't something he should do. He instead decided to moderate his answer with vague truths, and to let the boy draw a conclusion for the reasons on his own.

"Many years has it been since the Jedi have stepped inside the Temple, and many years more has it been since this place was called home by us. So much grief and darkness lay over this place, more so than I have ever felt. The day we return to the Temple, is a day we will surely mourn new losses."

He knew his words would cause a degree of confusion to those listening, but he spoke the truth of it. Turning his gaze back towards the street in front of him, once again he felt the force distort. Many powers were gathering here, and Tyr-Kyr knew that the Jedi were the least of them.

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Noel was the last to exit the ship. She hated returning to Coruscant more than anything in the Galaxy, and Master Tyr-Kyr knew this, and thankfully hadn't rushed her off the ship. That was Master Tyr-Kyr; Patient and understanding. She'd successfully avoided the planet for the past few years but there was no getting out of it this time, she knew it was her duty as a Jedi to be there, in order to make their presence in the galaxy known. Just as it was her duty to fight.

She remembered all to clearly that final bloody ground battle that took place on the planet's surface when the remaining Sith forces converged on Coruscant, to strike at the heart of both the Jedi Order and The Republic just as their ancestors had done many decades before them. All sides had suffered massive casualties at that point, so even the Padawan where called to fight for the good of The Republic. She remembered how overwhelmed she felt at first. Being on the battlefield wasn't like anything she'd ever experienced, even missions where her and her master were forced to engage Sith and their buckets o' bolts couldn't compare. It was like pure chaos, crimson red bolts arced through the air, and death surrounded her. In the end the Republic, with the aid of the Jedi managed to drive them off. However it hardly felt like a victory, even as the last of the remaining Sith ships fled the atmosphere and vanished into hyper space, for they had left countless bodies behind. Including her best friend who graduated from the Academy the same year as her.

But that's not what kept her off Coruscant all these years, she had long since moved past her death, and many others. They where Jedi, fighting came with the deal, and so did dying. It was herself that she most feared. She remembered how the longer the fight dragged on, the harder and harder it became to contain her own emotions, her rage, let alone channel the emotions of the Sith she locked blades with. Until finally, she let go, and in that moment the power of the dark side had become abundantly clear. She released all the hate, all the suppressed rage and frustration and used it to cut down Sith left and right. And it felt good. It felt good to feel so untouchable and powerful, even if it was short lived.

She had crossed a line she probably wouldn't have been able to come back for had she not blacked out from the exertion. It felt so good and so right that scared her to think about. So she never spoke of it to anyone, and never returned to Coruscant until now. Ironically the experience failed to deter from devoting most of her training to Vaapad.

"Young one, you have came here today at the behest of the others on the council and to observe the proceedings of the senate. You must watch and learn today, regardless of what happens. I expect you to act honorably and present our Order well to those that no longer remember us. Now we should make hast to the Senate Building."

She didn't realized she was clenching her teach until she opened her mouth to say " Yes master " with a curt bow of respect to follow. Her was replaced by a faint smile as the newly knighted Deel outpaced them to walk at the Master's heels. His ego was big enough to feed an army of Rancor for months, but Noel liked him. Partly because he manages to get himself into bigger bantha droppings than she did.

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"Many years has it been since the Jedi have stepped inside the Temple, and many years more has it been since this place was called home by us. So much grief and darkness lay over this place, more so than I have ever felt. The day we return to the Temple, is a day we will surely mourn new losses." This was not a response he had expected from the famous Master Tyr-Kyr, ever the cornerstone of patience and reason. He slowed down as he considered this.

It was at this moment he felt something. A tug in the Force, like ripples in a pool, his head tilted slightly as he considered what could be making the pull, it felt slightly... Dark and intoxicating, he was reminded of the shrine he had found back on his homeworld, it was a place he had told nobody about and long since wished to return there.

He turned his head to look back his fellow Jedi and waited until he was next to Noel Basra, not exactly thick as thieves or inseparable though they did spend a good deal of time together, not as much as he would have liked however. He bowed his head ever so slightly in greeting and making sure they were at the back of the group began talking in what should have been a hushed tone, though the voice of a Zabrak is usually too gruff to be quiet. "Volks nuin." The phrase literally translated to 'greetings, friend' and it was one he rarely used unless he trusted someone. "Did you feel something in the Force a moment ago? I'm sure Master Tyr-Kyr did, though he is in a foul mood it seems today and most likely paid it no heed."

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The trek through the streets of Coruscant had taken longer than Tyr-Kyr had expected. Despite being born on the booming metropolis planet Corellia, Tyr-Kyr preferred solitude and the embrace of nature to the hustle and bustle of city life. However, it wasn't his dislike of the city that made him uneasy here, it were the memories of the battles he and the other Jedi had fought here in the final days of the war. The Sith had grown weak and small in number and decided to push for one more victory within the heart of the Republic. The Jedi eventually prevailed with it's Republic allies, but the losses of the Jedi far exceeded that of the Sith. These streets were bloodstained to Tyr-Kyr, and no amount of time would cleanse them. Many Jedi believed that the Sith had a hidden agenda when they attacked Coruscant, and the battle had just been a diversion. Try as the might however; no evidence was ever found to support this theory. Tyr-Kyr simply shook his head and walked towards the steps of the Senate building, the deliberations would begin soon, and the powers at be had near all gathered.