Noventa - A Star Wars Story

"Sure thing. Can't say I'm exceptionally eager to jump into the unknown, but it might be the best of a bad set of options if there's no one else willing to do what must be done." His tone isn't judgmental, more resigned.

((Temra will spend a few time slots - and XP to accept Bamsh's offer))

"Parts ain't the easiest thing to come across here, but I'll keep it in mind." He goes back to the fence and continues his slight repairs, not really looking back. "Though a extra push wouldn't be too bad." He thought about the impact of it. "Well, I can't say it's my forte, but let me go check with a few people here about it. If things are getting as bad as they seem to be, making this thing fully up for what's coming would be the wisest move."

Temra considers all the local 'hotspots' that Bamsh pointed out and nods along. When he gets up to poke at the farmer's gun, he sees that one of the focusing crystals inside has just been knocked slightly out of alignment and is reducing the power of the weapon rather significantly. It seems easy enough to fix and he quickly strips down the piece and reassembles it.

"Nice enough weapon, although it could do with another refracting lens to focus the beam a little more if you want more stopping power Mister Bamsh. If you decide you want to upgrade it, I'm happy enough to lend the labour, if you provide the parts."

"I can point you to a few directions." He nods, thinking of it. "I'm sure you can ask around the others around here, but I'm not much of a wanderer." Grinning he looks around. "Bout the Mountains? Not really. That temple just was unearthed not too long ago. Didn't even know there were ruins out there, and I lived here for years. Though I have heard something about Duskeen Forest, with its unnatural darkness. Think I even heard of a witch living out of them, but that may just be something to scare the kids. Only a damn fool would go in there alone, though. Even with..whatever it is that goes on in there, there's enough critters to make you regret the journey."

He turns back to him. "Well, enough on that. Let me take over and you can go fix my gun."

"It seems like you have a few people here who rely on your continued breathing for their livelihoods on your property. Probably a very wise decision to leave well enough alone, I don't suppose you have any local knowledge or maps or even folk tales that might aid someone should their curiosity overtake their common sense?"

"I appreciate the sentiment, Temra, but I am not the man to go chasing after dark forces and feelings. Just nice enough to point it out for you. Maybe even offer a ride in my ol' truck. It ain't for me to decide what to do with it. No, that fate is left to another, I'm afraid. May they be strong in spirit to resist whatever is causing [i]that[/i]."

"You and I both, although I never really got the hang of blasters either. I do have a rather immense ax that I tend to favor if push comes to shove, and if I can find some parts to upgrade my armor, it'll be able to shrug off the worst of the hits I take in reply. Unfortunately I lost the training sabre my master left me when I had to bug out of a former residence in somewhat of a hurry. I was never the finest wielder of it anyway, so no real loss there I guess."

Temra follows Bamsh's gaze to the distant horizon. "Although if the lure becomes irresistibly compelling and you feel the need to go, I've got your back. Safety in numbers and all that."

"I think there's some wisdom to that." He nods as he stares out to the mountain some more. "Sometimes the greatest thing one can do is a be a decent human being to another. Nothing major, just something small. I suppose that is what the Jedi were all about at some point before their destruction. And who knows if and when they will reform someday or not. So best work on the man you wish to be, then worry about the lightsabers and the acrobatics and whathaveyou. Though I wish I knew how to wield one for whatever [i]that[/i] is." He chuckles. "A few good blasters is going to have to do."

Temra nods and looks up from his work. "There's always been a warm itchy feeling at the back of my neck about that place, but it is as you say, it is getting stronger."

Subconsciously, Temra rubs that spot as he continues. "My master used to say, 'Don't worry about being a good jedi, just be a good man and all will work out.' I'm not sure that's enough any more."

"I am sorry for your loss. It is never easy to lose someone so close to you, especially a teacher. With your abilities, one could go either way without someone to guide you. Temptations abound to abuse the gifts you've been given. Such things are taught among my people, regardless of our affinity with the Force. If you want, I could teach you a few things. I'm not the greatest teacher when it comes down to it, but my senses helped me stay alive while we fought for our home. Understand what is around you not only helps you understand what is around you, but the dangers it brings."

"I assume then you're feeling the same thing I've been feeling then? Towards the Mountains?" He glanced out onto it, out in the distance. "I was hoping yesterday that it would go away, but now it's gotten worse."

[quote="Flession"]"You didn't have to do that, Temra." He looked rather stunned. "That was too kind of you, but surely you have bills to pay, same as the rest of us." He looked down on the ground. "You helped save my people here, and I cannot have you leave here unrewarded for your efforts. It would do me no benefit to see you leave here unrewarded." He paused and gave it some thought. "Tell me, what do you know of your own Force abilities. Are you able to control it some?"

He was more up front with it now since no one was around, so there was no reason to beat around the bush with it.[/quote]

"The salary I draw from the clinic is more than enough for my meagre needs. My accomodation is on site, I really have no idea what I'd even spend it on other than sinking it into another gadget or another that loses my interest as soon as it sparked it. You're really doing me a favor by taking it back."

When Bamsh moves on to talk more deliberately about the Force, Temra casts his eyes down to some busy work or another, thinking long and hard before he speaks.

"That....friend I told you of, the one who hid me. He said I was sensitive to such things, said that's part of the reason I'm good at what I do. He'd started teaching me some mental exercises before, well, before the Empire found him."

"You didn't have to do that, Temra." He looked rather stunned. "That was too kind of you, but surely you have bills to pay, same as the rest of us." He looked down on the ground. "You helped save my people here, and I cannot have you leave here unrewarded for your efforts. It would do me no benefit to see you leave here unrewarded." He paused and gave it some thought. "Tell me, what do you know of your own Force abilities. Are you able to control it some?"

He was more up front with it now since no one was around, so there was no reason to beat around the bush with it.

"Speaking of a good start," Temra pulls out a datapad and runs a few quick touches over it.

"I repaid [url=http://noventa.fallenash.com/viewtopic.php?p=2435#p2435]my share of the pay[/url] for that job, back to the account it came from. Just don't feel right taking it, hope you understand."

"We all had to make our decisions. My people suffered a lot during that time, what with our natural affinity and understanding of the Force. None were spared from their torment." Bamsh grabbed some of the wood and hammered it down, hammering it down.

"Take no shame in hiding: if my race could have had that option, I'm uncertain how many wouldn't have taken it. Still, I can understand why you want to make a difference now." Bamsh smiled and motioned his head behind him to his vehicle. "Helping me with the fence and that truck is a good start."

Temra mentally rolled his eyes at the...opportunity to retell his bold story of heroism.

"Mine is a tale of no great consequence or pride Mister Bamsh, but I hid under the watchful eye of a friend. The xenophobia of the Empire may have overly influenced my behavior in those dark days."

"Now I hope only to make amends for my cowardice."

"it's not for everyone, but without them we wouldn't be here. So..." He shrugs. "I gathered that from the good doctor. Then she served as well, then? I kind of gathered it from what she said. What did you end up doing during the rebellion, if I may ask?""

"Enough to be barely functional the next day. It is not a circumstance I would either desire or endure well on an ongoing basis however." Temra replied as he reached for some wire strippers.

"One reason among many that I am unsuited for the demands a military lifestyle would inflict upon me. I think our Dr Yara was more positively inclined on such a front in years gone by though."

"Well said, Temra." He gets off from his knees and allows the handier one of the two to take a look at the fence while he went to the truck to pull out some supplies. "Hopefully you got some rest after everything was said and done. I know waking up with such little amounts of sleep is never easy at first. When I was in the military, that was the first part that took the longest to get used to."

"Not exciting nor glamorous." Temra agrees as he follows the farmers instructions and guidance.

"But rewarding and necessary nonetheless. One can find serenity in the simplest of things if one looks hard enough."

"Won't say no to a abled body man assisting me, though you have done a lot lately." He smiled and turned to him. Normally we have more electrical currents coming thru the thing, but they sort of overloaded it. Have to check the currents for each one and see where the breaks are."

He sighed. "Not the most exciting of tasks, I know."