Name: Xondra Faux
Hair color: Auburn
Eye color: Light Green
Skin color: Fair
Weapons: Dual vibro blades, two pistols, and will sometimes bring along her rifle
Force Powers: Telekinesis, Heal, Alter Environment
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Xondra Faux was a padawan with low potential. The child was exceptional with the lightsaber, a master at moving objects with force, and extremely intelligent for someone her age...in some opinions. In others she was somewhere between mentally challenged or borderline insane.
She was a failure at almost all force abilities, couldn't concentrate or meditate, and a compulsive trickster.
That did little to alter the fact she was in the fiery heart of a war that would not be forgotten for centuries...pretending that she was someone else.
Her breathing low and easy, the spiked-haired force user hid underneath the protective shadow of her hood. The sounds of blaster fire pierced the quiet, heavy air of the thick green jungle. Distant explosions shook the ground like an irregular pulsing heartbeat.
It was almost time for the strike.
A Republic Soldier moving stealthily, with his rifle aimed and watchful of the dark shadows in the trees moved over to the young Jedi and spoke in a low whisper, "Jedi Master Liriel, The forces are ready."
Jedi Master Liriel was not her real name. In a galaxy of sentient beings of all sizes and shapes, the padawan's facade hadn't been noticed...yet. There was little future left for Padawan Faux when the truth was finally found.
The fourteen-year-old girl gave an open smile with her teeth parted, "Are they?"
Her laughing light green eyes seemed to hide some terrible truth that answered the question.
The tall girl moved forward silently with mischief on her face, and looked up to the Twi'lek Jedi Master hiding next to her, hidden in a patch of tall jungle reed grass.
"Why are we still holding?" The Padawan asked the older Jedi with idle curiosity.
The Twi'lek explained to her confidently in low tones, "The distraction has been set out, Master Liriel, and now it was time for the trap to close in on it's prey. Even now the greedy Mandalorians set forth against the bait. Our forces will pretend to be caught off guard and retreat, and they will lead the enemy unawares into our position. Easy as a game of holochess. See?"
The padawan looked up and asked quietly, "Then how come the others aren't coming?"
The Twi'lek turned in horror to the sounds of the fading battle, then whispered with loud, disbelieving shock, "No. Ke'lya said they'd be fine! There is no way the battle could already be..."
The jungle went unnaturally silent.
The Twi'lek cried out and ignited his electric blue lightsaber in a furious motion telling of emotional pain as he charged forward. The whole jungle seemed to move as it came alive with Republic soldiers and more Jedi warriors strategically concealed in the thick greenery rushed in for the surprize attack.