Title: Knighting Ceremony
Author: ewan's girl
Author's note: Ok my pretties, here is a new chapter, I am heading deep into this story and you know what? I have no idea how deep it will go so bear with me. I also have a couple of other ideas in my head for stories. I want to esp thank Jedikma who is a wonderful fanfiction friend and has been a great source of inspiration and help to me with my stories, if you get a chance do read hers because she is one of the only other writers on this site who writes Siri consistantly and she's fantastic!
Chapter 3:
Siri put down the report she had read more than ten times with a sigh, she had been reviewing inside information on Krayn for two days now and knew she was prepared, but something in the back of her mind still worried her. She had gone on more than her share of undercover missions that was true, but usually her master was close by. Ever since Siri was young she had a knack for acting, although she never used it she could easily fake being sick to get out of certain classes or exercises. Her friends often stated she was somewhat of an egnima considering how reserved she kept her emotions yet she could cry on cue if needs be.
She smiled as she remembered her talent getting her and her friends out of a scrape when she was twelve. She, Garen Muln, Bant Errin, Obi Wan Kenobi, and Reeft had gone to the market place on the lower levels of Courascant without their master's permission. To this day Siri could not remember what brought them down there, only the memory of a mishap where Garen and Reeft knocked over a display of expensive vases. Needless to say they were in trouble and thinking on her feet Siri turned on the water works acting like a lost child and diverting the attention away from her two friends.
She rose to her feet, pushing her desk chair out from behind her and gathered up the reports that were scattered on her desk. She then placed the files inside her survival pack and looked down at one of the outfits she had purchased that was lying on the bed. It was made of authentic bantha hyde and dyed a green/brown color. It was a skin tight, two piece number that was obviously made to attract attention. She swallowed hard as she removed her simple creme colored Jedi tunic and leggings and folded them neatly on her bed. After she had squeezed into her new ensamble she stared at herself in the mirror.
She shook her head as she stared at her incredibly fair skin, blonde hair and slender body. 'Oh yeah, I look like a scary pirate.' She sarcastically thought to herself. She stared at her body longer and noticed her muscular arms and legs. 'Well, that helps somewhat.' She admitted, flexing her arms.
She turned away from her reflection and headed into her freshener and turned on the facett, soaking her shoulder length hair, she then took a bottle of dye from the edge of the sink and worked it into a lather in her locks, then after waiting the appropriate time rising it out. She stared into her eyes and sighed as she picked up a hair cutting vibro blade and proceeded to shear pieces of now red/brownish hair, causing them to fall to the floor. She continued this until her hair was cropped close to her head, she then grabbed a salve and worked it into her hair, styling it into several wild spikes.
Siri was amazed by her transformation, but something was missing, she needed something else to heighted her appearance as someone who had lived the kind of life as a slave trader. She opened one of the drawers that was attached to the sink and pulled out a crimson red pencil that her master sometimes used to color her lips. Siri then proceeded to draw intrigate markings under her eyes trailing down to her cheeks. She stared at her reflection as she finished with her faux scars and almost found herself slipping to character.
"My name is Zora." She snarled to her reflection, changing the tone of her voice slightly. She shook her head, snapping herself out of character. She then headed back to her room to gather her belongings that would accompany her along her mission. She picked up her survival pack and flung it over her shoulder and then picked up her light saber and stared at it for a moment. She rolled the silver cylinder between her hands and swallowed her nervousness, immediately casting it into the Force, throwing the weapon into her pack and purposly striding out her door.
As she crossed the living room she made sure to leave her master a coded message, appologizing for her performance on Naboo. As she set the letter down she noticed a hollopic on the small table that held a picture of herself as a young girl with her master standing next to Jedi Master Qui Gon Jinn and his young apprentice Obi Wan Kenobi. She smiled as the memory sprang to life, and how she and Obi Wan were still very much rivials at the time the picture was captured as it showed obviously on both their faces. Siri carefully placed the picture in her pack and exited her quarters, heading to the Temple's hanger.
Garen Muln took a quick drink of water as he let out a frustrated sigh, he had been working on a paticular star ship for the past four hours and wasn't getting any closer to resolving the problem. The senior padawan had a knack for flying and fixing ships and therefore had found himself taking on the role of Temple mechanic, which he didn't mind in the least except for days such as this one.
He put down his cup and picked up an already soiled towel and proceeded to wipe the grease off his hands, noticing that he had cut his knuckles on the part he was fixing. He stared at his hand and made a face that was classic Garen, he then out of the corner of his eye noticed a woman who's outfit left little to the imagination heading towards the ships. He raised an eyebrow as his interest peaked and carefully rose to his feet, smoothing out his hair and heading in the female's direction. As he drew closer he began to sense a familiar presence, but was confused by it because the breath taking view before him couldn't possibly belong to one of his best friends. . .could it?
He stopped short as two crystal blue eyes bore into him, he suddenly felt like two daggers were peircing him. "Siri?" He asked, hesitantly. "Tachi, is that you?"
Siri rolled her eyes and walked past him, "No" She softly commented as she tossed her bag inside the fighter.
Garen was incredibly confused, yet incredibly amused. "Wow Siri. . .so is this the new spring look for you?" He asked in his usual joking tone. "Cause I got to tell you if it is, please let it be spring all year long."
Siri brushed past him, bumping into his shoulder as she activated the fueling droid. "I don't have time for you Jedi." She snarled, startling Garen by her tone.
Garen placed a hand on her shoudler gently. "Siri? You ok?"
Siri brushed off his hand. "I will be, once I am away from here."
Garen raised an eyebrow. "What's going on Tachi?"
"That is my name no longer." She moved past him. "That is my Jedi name, and I will not be bounded by that life any more. . .my name is Zora."
Her long time friend couldn't hold in the snickering any long. "Zora?" He burst out laughing. "What are you talking about Siri?"
Siri became annoyed by his antics. "Leave me be."
Garen stopped laughing and noticed his friend was being serious. "Siri, what's going on?"
She grabbed Garen roughly by his tunic. "Stay out of this Garen, if you know what's good for you." She then pushed him away from her with the Force, causing him to crash into a far wall.
He slowly rose to his feet, rubbing his now sore back as he watched Siri take off. "What the Force was that?" He asked himself, he then noticed a large transport begining it's landing proceedures, Garen imediatly knew who was riding that transport. He helped on his end with the landing proceedures and bowed as the esteemed Jedi council made their way down the ramp. He slowly made his way towards Adi Gallia as she gracefully stepped down from the ship. "Master Gallia?"
She turned when she heard her name. "Padawan Muln?" She regarded him.
"Can I speak with you master?" Garen asked.
Adi turned to the young man. "Can it wait Padawan Muln?" She asked.
Garen looked into the master's eyes, she noticed a strange intensity in them. "No, I don't think it can."
TBC: Ok, I know this chapter was shorter than what I usually write, but it wasn't going any further. Please bear with me and review.
Author: ewan's girl
Author's note: Ok my pretties, here is a new chapter, I am heading deep into this story and you know what? I have no idea how deep it will go so bear with me. I also have a couple of other ideas in my head for stories. I want to esp thank Jedikma who is a wonderful fanfiction friend and has been a great source of inspiration and help to me with my stories, if you get a chance do read hers because she is one of the only other writers on this site who writes Siri consistantly and she's fantastic!
Chapter 3:
Siri put down the report she had read more than ten times with a sigh, she had been reviewing inside information on Krayn for two days now and knew she was prepared, but something in the back of her mind still worried her. She had gone on more than her share of undercover missions that was true, but usually her master was close by. Ever since Siri was young she had a knack for acting, although she never used it she could easily fake being sick to get out of certain classes or exercises. Her friends often stated she was somewhat of an egnima considering how reserved she kept her emotions yet she could cry on cue if needs be.
She smiled as she remembered her talent getting her and her friends out of a scrape when she was twelve. She, Garen Muln, Bant Errin, Obi Wan Kenobi, and Reeft had gone to the market place on the lower levels of Courascant without their master's permission. To this day Siri could not remember what brought them down there, only the memory of a mishap where Garen and Reeft knocked over a display of expensive vases. Needless to say they were in trouble and thinking on her feet Siri turned on the water works acting like a lost child and diverting the attention away from her two friends.
She rose to her feet, pushing her desk chair out from behind her and gathered up the reports that were scattered on her desk. She then placed the files inside her survival pack and looked down at one of the outfits she had purchased that was lying on the bed. It was made of authentic bantha hyde and dyed a green/brown color. It was a skin tight, two piece number that was obviously made to attract attention. She swallowed hard as she removed her simple creme colored Jedi tunic and leggings and folded them neatly on her bed. After she had squeezed into her new ensamble she stared at herself in the mirror.
She shook her head as she stared at her incredibly fair skin, blonde hair and slender body. 'Oh yeah, I look like a scary pirate.' She sarcastically thought to herself. She stared at her body longer and noticed her muscular arms and legs. 'Well, that helps somewhat.' She admitted, flexing her arms.
She turned away from her reflection and headed into her freshener and turned on the facett, soaking her shoulder length hair, she then took a bottle of dye from the edge of the sink and worked it into a lather in her locks, then after waiting the appropriate time rising it out. She stared into her eyes and sighed as she picked up a hair cutting vibro blade and proceeded to shear pieces of now red/brownish hair, causing them to fall to the floor. She continued this until her hair was cropped close to her head, she then grabbed a salve and worked it into her hair, styling it into several wild spikes.
Siri was amazed by her transformation, but something was missing, she needed something else to heighted her appearance as someone who had lived the kind of life as a slave trader. She opened one of the drawers that was attached to the sink and pulled out a crimson red pencil that her master sometimes used to color her lips. Siri then proceeded to draw intrigate markings under her eyes trailing down to her cheeks. She stared at her reflection as she finished with her faux scars and almost found herself slipping to character.
"My name is Zora." She snarled to her reflection, changing the tone of her voice slightly. She shook her head, snapping herself out of character. She then headed back to her room to gather her belongings that would accompany her along her mission. She picked up her survival pack and flung it over her shoulder and then picked up her light saber and stared at it for a moment. She rolled the silver cylinder between her hands and swallowed her nervousness, immediately casting it into the Force, throwing the weapon into her pack and purposly striding out her door.
As she crossed the living room she made sure to leave her master a coded message, appologizing for her performance on Naboo. As she set the letter down she noticed a hollopic on the small table that held a picture of herself as a young girl with her master standing next to Jedi Master Qui Gon Jinn and his young apprentice Obi Wan Kenobi. She smiled as the memory sprang to life, and how she and Obi Wan were still very much rivials at the time the picture was captured as it showed obviously on both their faces. Siri carefully placed the picture in her pack and exited her quarters, heading to the Temple's hanger.
Garen Muln took a quick drink of water as he let out a frustrated sigh, he had been working on a paticular star ship for the past four hours and wasn't getting any closer to resolving the problem. The senior padawan had a knack for flying and fixing ships and therefore had found himself taking on the role of Temple mechanic, which he didn't mind in the least except for days such as this one.
He put down his cup and picked up an already soiled towel and proceeded to wipe the grease off his hands, noticing that he had cut his knuckles on the part he was fixing. He stared at his hand and made a face that was classic Garen, he then out of the corner of his eye noticed a woman who's outfit left little to the imagination heading towards the ships. He raised an eyebrow as his interest peaked and carefully rose to his feet, smoothing out his hair and heading in the female's direction. As he drew closer he began to sense a familiar presence, but was confused by it because the breath taking view before him couldn't possibly belong to one of his best friends. . .could it?
He stopped short as two crystal blue eyes bore into him, he suddenly felt like two daggers were peircing him. "Siri?" He asked, hesitantly. "Tachi, is that you?"
Siri rolled her eyes and walked past him, "No" She softly commented as she tossed her bag inside the fighter.
Garen was incredibly confused, yet incredibly amused. "Wow Siri. . .so is this the new spring look for you?" He asked in his usual joking tone. "Cause I got to tell you if it is, please let it be spring all year long."
Siri brushed past him, bumping into his shoulder as she activated the fueling droid. "I don't have time for you Jedi." She snarled, startling Garen by her tone.
Garen placed a hand on her shoudler gently. "Siri? You ok?"
Siri brushed off his hand. "I will be, once I am away from here."
Garen raised an eyebrow. "What's going on Tachi?"
"That is my name no longer." She moved past him. "That is my Jedi name, and I will not be bounded by that life any more. . .my name is Zora."
Her long time friend couldn't hold in the snickering any long. "Zora?" He burst out laughing. "What are you talking about Siri?"
Siri became annoyed by his antics. "Leave me be."
Garen stopped laughing and noticed his friend was being serious. "Siri, what's going on?"
She grabbed Garen roughly by his tunic. "Stay out of this Garen, if you know what's good for you." She then pushed him away from her with the Force, causing him to crash into a far wall.
He slowly rose to his feet, rubbing his now sore back as he watched Siri take off. "What the Force was that?" He asked himself, he then noticed a large transport begining it's landing proceedures, Garen imediatly knew who was riding that transport. He helped on his end with the landing proceedures and bowed as the esteemed Jedi council made their way down the ramp. He slowly made his way towards Adi Gallia as she gracefully stepped down from the ship. "Master Gallia?"
She turned when she heard her name. "Padawan Muln?" She regarded him.
"Can I speak with you master?" Garen asked.
Adi turned to the young man. "Can it wait Padawan Muln?" She asked.
Garen looked into the master's eyes, she noticed a strange intensity in them. "No, I don't think it can."
TBC: Ok, I know this chapter was shorter than what I usually write, but it wasn't going any further. Please bear with me and review.