Norkos
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Post by Norkos on Apr 9, 2008 23:42:58 GMT
Norkos gazed around at the Jedi Temple with the beginnings of a smile playing on his lips. It had been far too long since he had been here; too many years in exile. But d**n, it was good to be back.
The Nelvaanian Jedi found his way into a meditation chamber. He dropped his shield to the floor and took a seat. In a way, he had missed this. Nelvaan was home, but it was always crawling with ferality. While that did appeal to his lupine nature, it was good to be back in the old Coruscant hum. He closed his eyes, and felt at peace.
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Post by The Galactic NPC on Apr 9, 2008 23:51:45 GMT
Kane - Jedi Master
Kane had been teaching the younglings basic lightsaber combat when he saw his old friend, Norkos walk passed. It had been too long since he lasts poke to Norkos so he got one of the Jedi Knight's to take care of the class. Kane had become a Jedi Master since him and Norkos had last met. He approached Norkos and folded his arms "Look who's back" he said smiling.
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Post by Norkos on Apr 12, 2008 14:30:29 GMT
Norkos rose to his feet; a familiar scent had struck his nose, just as a familiar voice struck his ears. "Kane." he growled, extending a blue-furred hand out to his old friend. It had indeed been a long time.
"I sensed battle," he revealed, in his business-like way. His lips pulled back into a smile that was filled with small, white, sharp teeth. "I couldn't resist."
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Post by The Galactic NPC on Apr 13, 2008 12:28:58 GMT
"Tell me about it, I have been stuck in the Temple training Younglkings for the past six years" he said shaking Norkos hand with his left and only hand. Kane had refused to have a replacement hand after it was cut off in a battle six years ago. He had become one of the most skilled one handed Jedi since and relied on the force more then lightsaber combat.
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Norkos
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Post by Norkos on Apr 14, 2008 1:37:06 GMT
Norkos' smile shrunk, but widened, becoming less feral and more playful. "Never thought I'd see the day they'd let you handle younglings." He shook the proffered hand once, deliberately and firmly, as was his way. He did not deem it prudent to call attention to the prosthesis, a recent addition. In retrospect, there had been an odd scent when Kane had walked in. Like hot motor oil; guess that explained that.
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