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Anya's eyes lit up the moment the Jedi Grand Master suggested that he take her under his wing. When he commented that the training would be harder, she scoffed, followed by a smirk. "I can handle any training. Master, I can be your Apprentice," she said proudly. A swell of pride swirled within her. Just wait til she could scoff at those other students who said she'd never get a Master and say 'Look at me, I'm the Grand Master's Apprentice. She smiled at the thought.

Tython/ Jedi Temple – Training Room

Ronyo knew he should rightly be afraid of Sam’s look and what she was likely saying in her mind but Ronyo was fighting a chuckle more than a state of fear. The look she gave him was truly one of dislike, more to his words than himself, but for some reason Ronyo took it as a good thing. It was at the least a different emotional response than she had been giving him and even her slightly chilly response to his request for a duel was warming to the Grand Master.

“I would never seek to take advantage Sam, even if it might be my only way to win,” Ronyo smiled showing his words were all in fun, “The offer for the duel is for whenever you are ready Sam, there is no time limit on it. Also you need no one’s leave to go anywhere you want, on this planet or another. The escort is to keep you from getting lost like I did my first few years at the Coruscant temple.”

With some effort and concentration Ronyo did his best to project his final message to Sam without words. Ronyo had never really attempted the action as something simple, but his understanding of the force had grown well over the years and the action proved fruitful.

‘Consider me in your debt my friend, and know I would never do anything to place you in harm’s way in any form, trust me as I have always trusted you.’

Ronyo smiled and gave his former master a small bow of his head showing while his plans may have been a bit on the tricky side he meant only good intentions. Turning towards…his new Padawan, which was an odd thing to think of in the first place, he chuckled at her response to the difficult training. He liked her spirit and knew she would need it in the days to come. Not only would he put her through the trials Sam put him through but also the ones the holocron masters put him through on Tython.

“I’m glad you have spirit, now gather your things and meet me by the speeder platform, and stop by the quarter master and pick up a good vibroblade. That practice saber may not be sufficient enough, with it not being able to cut anything. Once you’re at the platform I want you to meditate until I arrive.”

Turning to the Mandolorian, Ronyo closed his eyes for a quick second to get a better read on the man as well. Opening his green orbs Ronyo nodded again knowing if Sam chooses to train this man he would turn into a fine Jedi. The force moved around him calmly with little sign of disruption, it was a good base for a Jedi and his training as a solider would also help keep his emotions away as well.

“Ten minutes, really? I can’t get around this place in less than half an hour. I might need you to draw me a map in the future.”

Point Nadir -- Red Birth


After helping Mae secure the hall again, and her scowl of a reassurance that she could handle the situation, Malo left the palace with a scowl of her own. She did not like the feeling that she was getting, leaving the Childkiller there. After all, there was a reason that Maedris had gotten that name in her service to the Black Sun, and whoever else, that didn't involve sunshine and puppies. Eden was sending Malo away now, to the opposite side of the galaxy no less, but that made little difference.

No, she corrected herself silently, pulling up the hood over her blonde locks and weaving between people to get to the docks, whatever's going on is what makes no difference. She had to remind herself nearly every time this feeling started to nag at her; her concern ended where her job description defined itself. Sometimes, though, it was hard to leave the Jedi behind.

Querty whirred along beside her, but she could tell that his energy reserves were low. He'd need some more maintenance, too. That multi-tool of his wasn't designed to deliver high voltage shocks like that... but he'd done well. It might be worth considering upgrading him to be more effective in combat. The sparky little droid might enjoy it.

"I could see about finding the parts to equip you with a laser. Would you like that, Querty?" She asked, scanning her fake ID over the dock's registry and continuing on to her starship. Malo received little more than a series of chimes in response to the question, but she took it as approval anyways. The hiss of the docking door preceded the monotone voice of her half-assembled protocol droid by seconds.

"Everything is as you left it, master."

Malo stared at him. "Is it? I remember leaving you without a voice processor."

"Mistress Whitesun sends you regards, master." the droid replied, perfectly emotionless but still bringing the hairs on the back of Malo's neck to a stand. On my ship. Was all she could think of.

"What else does she send?" She asked suspiciously, looking around the immediate area for any further surprises. For all she knew Eden could have someone lurking here, spying or worse. Then she looked at the droid again, wondering if there were any other modifications and upgrades she wasn't aware of. Querty seemed unconcerned, however, floating past the both of them in search of a power station.

"I am unaware of any other messages, mistress. Everything is as you left it."

A lingering glare was all she spared for the droid before hurrying through her ship. This place above all places was hers, and to have an unknown number of strangers doing Force knows what in her absence.. Malo ripped her jacket off and then her shirt, leaving only the thin undershirt so her skin could feel the cycled air. It felt like bugs were crawling over her skin. Compartment after compartment were searched, leaving nothing suspicious, until she reached the cockpit. The NavComputer was open, a small red planet selected for destination.

"Subtle." She said derisively, then shut down the computer. Temptation rose to vent the ship of it's air. There were enviromasks she could put on, they'd last at least thirty standard minutes... but those thoughts were useless. There was no reason to think that there was still anyone else on the ship and if they were... well, then they'd simply be taking a trip along with her and she'd deal with them after she'd rested. A low whistle of concern emitted from behind her and it broke her thoughts in time for her to realize she was swaying on her feet. When she turned she expected the protocol droid, but instead she found an astromech. Scrawled on its dome head was the name, R3-B4. "You're new." Malo said, sleep on her voice. Then she yawned. "No body tells me anything."

Any more concern slipped away as her thoughts turned to the demand of sleep, and the demand of Eden Whitesun. The Astromech handled the calculation for her, with a few minor adjustments for shorter time, and a nine hour route was plotted and inputted to the computer. Short enough to get there timely, but long enough for her to sleep fitfully... hopefully.

Harrin


Dead earth shifted silently under her feet, whatever it had been before it was nothing more than a fine layer of sand. Glassed. That was the term that the military used for this kind of operation, she knew. This sand was fine enough to make glass, under the right heat, and in some places of the planet she knew there was crude layers of glass left where it had melted from windows and become one with the superheated layer of silt that their buildings, trees, and people had become.

It was awful.

If not for the presence she'd felt in orbit, the pain and loss and betrayal she'd felt, she never would have stayed. This much death on one planet left a physical shadow in the force, ever present but never tangible. Malo pushed the thought from her mind but welcomed the sorrow, accepting it and making it a part of her the way she'd been taught to embrace strong emotions. They would make her stronger.

It didn't take long for her to find him then. The pain of his body and his heart echoed and vibrated in tune with the planet's ghost, leading her around a giant crater until she stood over his half-nude, badly burned body. Exposure and laser burns were what she recognized first, then the red heat blisters that covered most of his exposed skin. This man was obviously strong enough to survive this and, without aid from supplies or stims, the Force had sustained him. It was enough for her to hesitate a moment, but only a moment. She was no longer a Jedi, so be this man Sith, Jedi, or otherwise, it wouldn't concern her. What concerned her was a half-dead, presumably, human being that had either survived what happened or been left here... either way, he had been here when the fire came down from the skies.

Malo knelt down beside him and gently rolled him to his back from his side, shielding him from the sun with her body, and brushed some loose blonde hair from his face to feel his skin there. Warm, too warm. She opened the medipack close to his head and shifted aside the contents until she found a small vial of bactaid. It tasted horrible, she knew, but it could start to work on any internal injuries while she managed him to the ship. She uncorked it and then, placing one hand behind his head and the vial to his lips, poured it in slowly enough that he could swallow without choking. It was doubtful he would wake, but if she did she didn't need him spitting the bactaid back into her face.

Harrin

Sephis was not actually hungry yet, but he knew that he should have been, so he chewed on whatever he could find in his reach. He tried his gloves first, but they were too thick and leathery. There were no moist grubs or roots around to keep him from completely dehydrating, either. Eventually, he'd taken to dekk fly's, a small insect that could usually be found buzzing around trash compactors. Not something that was usually part of a Gurlanin's meal, but it kept him barely fed, if malnutritious and emaciated, as well. Sephis half-sighed and half-coughed in relief when he felt a cool liquid wet his mouth.

It wasn't the best tasting liquid in the world, but Sephis wasn't going to complain about a little foul-tasting rain, either. He tried to open his eyes, but then stopped at the pain of it. It wasn't worth looking at the source, just to see if he could get more.

Harrin

Nothing had ever felt as good or refreshing as the fresh air that started to filter through Sephis' lungs. When he got off of this backwater world, he'd make sure the life support on all of his ships filtered air like into the living spaces.

Sephis couldn't help but wonder if he was hallucinating, though. Was someone else trapped down here on this planet, too? Sephis reached out with the Force with difficulty. With numbing pain wracking his entire body, and the overwhelming relief of fresh of air dominating his mind, it was difficult for him to concentrate just on closing his eyes, let alone using the Force. However, he did manage to reach out, and then immediately recoil in alarm. He'd felt a presence alright, but it was not a servant of the dark side that was speaking to him.

Sephis tried to think of who or why would anyone be down on this Force-forsaken world to save him. The list was incredibly short, and even the one he could think of, Darth Ensis, Sephis had doubts about. Not to mention that Ensis was not a servant of the light. Who was this woman? Sephis tried to speak.

"Whoaagh..."

Sephis throat burned. Damn, he couldn't speak, either. Sephis was so helpless right now, he amazed himself thinking about how he was still alive. Then again, maybe he was just really unlucky. Sephis corrected himself. There was no such thing as luck. There was only the Force. Perhaps the Force hadn't been with him, oh so many days ago. Here Sephis was, lying down on the ground amongst the rubble, and this woman-- this Jedi, most likely-- was standing over him helping him drink and breathe. Here he was, at her mercy. Whose side was he fighting for again?

Harrin, Red Birth

Sephis inhaled sharply as the mask was taken off and received two negative experiences as a result. First, the sharp inhalation gave Sephis great pain. He'd forgotten that his lung collapsed. Slow, subtle, breathing for more than a week could make you forget the pain of one. Secondly, the air in the ship was stale, like the smell of used ventilation filters. It was wholly subpar to the air that the breather had provided only moments ago.

Sephis turned his head to face where he thought he heard the person speaking to him, but still he did not open his eyes.

"Communicator... Need a signaaaggh..."

It was too painful to speak. Sephis couldn't do it. He exhaled, grunting at the dull pain his lung gave him for that, and slowly turned his head back to where it was previously for more comfort. Tentatively, he felt for his little helper's presence in the Force, immediately next to him. She was light, although her light was a dim one. Carefully, Sephis reached out to her in the Force, resisting the urge to pull away in revulsion. Very carefully, he reached out to her mind, brushing his with hers, a simple way to ask for permission to allow minds to link or meld together. Sephis awaited her reply in pain.

Harrin -- Red Birth


Malo looked away as he scraped out the words. With how badly he was hurt, she wasn't sure giving him a communicator was such a good idea. She didn't want to be mixed up in whatever happened on that planet and she certainly didn't want to call anyone down on her that may not be happy to see her here. Then she felt his mind brush hers and she pulled back, startled and defensive, then calmed herself. It was unlikely that he would try the same as the man on Point Nadir and even if he did she didn't think he was in a condition to subdue her. Part of her still felt raw from that encounter.

She relented though, looking away but opening her mind to his. Her hands found welcome distraction by setting the bag down and going through the closest drawer for more liquid form bacta and salves. <'We can speak this way.'>