#jedi problems

Yoda: Tell padawans not to break rules, you must. Broken several in the last hour, you have.

“This bad boy can fit so much mandobait in it.”

Don't worry about it. Thank you for joining the Jedi Order! Rest assured you are on the side of Good, and will never be asked to Do A War Crime.

things grown ass women think in the middle of Wednesday.

PERSONAL LOG - KEEPER FYET-GREYSTORM BEGIN AUDIO PLAYBACK One galactic standard week on Nar Shaddaa has given me very little in the way of hope for their scientific research methodologies. I know what Arbiter Nyomi would say but honestly, one would think that independent medical facilities with no allegiance to either Republic or Empire would have combined the medical knowledge and methodologies of both to come up with something new. To be fair, I imagine few would be pleased about me being on Nar Shaddaa at all, but it seemed a good place to look into twi'lek neurophysiology and endocrinology. Sad as it is to say, sometimes the best place for insight into neurochemistry and endocrinology is through the research of those having to deal with patients suffering the aftermath of taking illicit drugs. Besides, I have Alti, Keyvaar and Aranar'aliit to back me up. Thus far Keyvaar managed to dissuade one of those former 'cookery cultists' from identifying me as his former deity. I wish he hadn't done it via a blow to the head, mind you... AUDIO LOG - TRAINING GROUNDS, TYTHON BEGIN AUDIO PLAYBACK "...I understand the sentiment, Ryall, but Force telekinesis is not always only used for throwing things! Try creating a shield so that Vi'ine can finish healing without worrying about a blaster bolt to the back! And if you're going to throw anything at the enemy, perhaps try a rock and not the medkit you will want to use later! ...Thank you." PERSONAL LOG - KEEPER FYET-GREYSTORM BEGIN AUDIO PLAYBACK THORN budgetary review meeting. Apparently they wanted to take funds away from preventative measures in order to secure a heavier funding allocation towards weapons. I spent two hours making a bit of a speech about how 'friendly fire isn't' and that I doubted anyone on Alderaan, Corellia, Tatooine, Taris or any of the other places where rakghoul plague comes up really needed more people shooting. In the end, the extra budgetary allocation went to development of more easily deployed research / treatment staging grounds and early warning systems, and there will evidently be a discussion with relevant personages about deploying backup from the Republic military if required during an outbreak. I think that the Supreme Chancellor will agree to that because she really does need a way to save face after recent events... AUDIO LOG - LIBRARY, GREYSTORM ESTATE BEGIN AUDIO PLAYBACK "Mom wants to know if you're going to make an appearance at this dinner tonight." "You mean the formal affair at which I will have to wear that dress I can't breathe in and be polite to Devoy Lyrri, whose emotional resonance around me is very inappropriate. Can I avoid it without being rude?" "Probably. You're good at that. Plus you have all that research. Thanks for getting better at not filling my head with it, by the way." ".................." *siiiiiiiiiiiigh* "Nerf it. Find me a more comfortable dress and I'll go." "I'll punch Devoy Lyrri if you want." "You will not, Mae. You're the heir. You can't go around punching people. Particularly not since he will probably be thrown at you as a potential suitor next." "Aw, NERFBISCUITS." *giggle* PERSONAL LOG - KEEPER FYET-GREYSTORM BEGIN AUDIO PLAYBACK I know I was only supposed to be at the University of Coruscant for three days for use of their archives. However, when the head of their Biological Sciences department asked me to contribute to their research on an interesting variation on ascomycetous pneumoconiocis, I could hardly say no, given my ... erm, expertise with fungal infection of that type. It shares a lot of commonalities with PX-133, though thankfully not with the Dark Side component and the massive multi-organ spread. Still, there is the fever to contend with, and ascomycetous pneumoconiocis is a fairly significant issue given how many of our forces end up in Rishi jungle dealing with Revanites... AUDIO LOG - FORT GARNIK MEDBAY, ORD MANTELL BEGIN AUDIO PLAYBACK "--Yes, I know I said I was on my way to Tython, and I will get there. But when we picked up the warning about the outbreak of Corellian mumps, I was hardly going to ignore it, was I? You know as well as I do the damage that sort of epidemic can do in a closed community that hasn't been receiving more than the bare necessities, nutritionally speaking. ...Yes, I'm fine, I have Alti and Keyvaar. We're in the Meepmobile, at least, so we can inoculate and treat those that need it. ...Yes, we dropped Arbiter Nyomi off at Carrick Station; she was afraid Ahri would try getting her to teach younglings again if she stopped on Tython, but I will be fine. You know everyone here is nice to me. And I'm making grazer loaf. ...Yes, I will send some back via Alti. ...Thank you. Send my love to Muffin. ...You always have my love, silly man." PERSONAL LOG - KEEPER FYET-GREYSTORM BEGIN AUDIO PLAYBACK I've had to cut short my research with the healers in the Kalikori settlement. According to Marran comms, Primatrix Alasha has gone missing under circumstances that suggest she was wounded during capture. I need to go back because we will no doubt be looking for her and it sounds very much like she will need a healer when we find her. She's been there for me when I needed a rescue; it would be unfair of me not to respond in kind. In any case, I haven't been learning much new, so cutting matters short won't do too much damage to my research goals. I need to get back to the Rest and compile everything with the details that Xze sent via Primatrix Alasha. I wish she hadn't decided to make a game of this whole load of nerfery. I also wish she'd stop calling me by the name of my Sith ancestors. But never mind; the important thing is that I'm packed and ready to go-- ...Oh. The Council wants a word before I go. I hope they won't mind a fairly informal update if they want to know the state of affairs in the Kalikori settlement... *                                 *                                      * The offer hit Jallira like a fast-moving speeder. She sensed it coming - had started to sense it somewhere in the middle of the status report on her various activities over the last year. The Meepmobile, her padawan, the training courses she ran on Tython, the medical lectures ... the reasoning behind making it official was her status as semi-formal liaison between the Jedi and Luka Sene Councils, as generally they wouldn't assign less than a Jedi Master for that sort of thing. However, when Raiyden had offered her the role of liaison, and she'd taken it because it needed to be done, the Jedi Council had apparently started to take notice. They'd evaluated, and somewhere along the line, they decided that she had earned the rank. For all her overdeveloped sense of self-effacing modesty, logic told Jallira that they weren't precisely wrong. Rank and title were not rewards; she'd learned that from her Naming. Even her unofficial Naming to Apothecary had come weeks after she'd taken on all the responsibilities of an Apothecary, and the formal Naming had been just that - a formality. Even leaving that part of it aside, though, from an objective point of view, she'd come so far since joining the Marran. She'd done so much good, helped so many people. She'd developed - or possibly just proved - patience, wisdom, compassion ... and most of all, self-awareness and self-discipline. She wasn't even meeping. She could indulge in that later, when she wouldn't look like a silly nerf in front of the entire Jedi Council. But once upon a time, she wouldn't have been able to help it. If she turned it down, as part of her longed to do, it would be like saying that every bit of good she'd done, every bit of progress she'd made didn't matter. Modesty was one thing, but acknowledgement of progress was something else. She never let anyone else duck the results of effort like this. She should follow her own example. So instead of meeping, or hiding in her hood, she bowed her head respectfully and said, "I am honoured, and will continue to justify your faith in me." She knelt when they asked her to, and heard the Council's words, heard the weight of tradition behind them. But the part that resonated most with her came at the end: "Protect and guide the Republic as the Force guides you." As she rose, she wondered if she was actually obliged to tell anyone within the Marran about this. If nothing else, the 'Master Meepers' jokes were going to last forever once this got out.