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Corruo, Turbolift



The turbolift wasn't empty when the girl who looked like Visum entered the lift, but Morbella knew it wasn't her. She didn't need Force Sense to know it, though after five years she had finally been able to teach herself enough skill with the midichlorian-based abilities to sense when the Sith were around (good for staying alive), all she needed was appraisal on current Sith ranks. The blonde, surgically-made Miralukan hybrid, Visum was supposed to be dead - either on Kashyyyk, or Anzat, or one of the other worlds where conflict with the Jedi had harrowed both sides - not wandering into the lift, with eyes apparently intact, like a tired, wounded soldier.

Morbella's eyes widened when she saw her, and despite all of her training to mask her thoughts and reactions among Sith (honed to a sharp skill over the past five-years of remaining alive), there was nothing she could do to hide the sharp intake of breath and her physical step back from the woman. Aside from Morbella and the blonde, the lift was empty. No one else had been there to see the reaction, or to wonder at it's degree.

Fact was, that among all the Sith, Visum was one of the few that would have seen straight through Morbella's thoughts. How fortunate, then, that the Sith Knight had conveniently avoided the Corruo up until her death. Of course, this was not Visum. It couldn't be. Visum was dead, Morbella was sure of it (and having been feeding the death tolls and member rosters to the Jedi for half a decade she would make it her business to know.)

So she was temporarily at a loss on how to act, until her instinct took over and she reached for the small blaster at her thigh.

Malachor V Space/ Shadow Prison

"I know...like I said I'm looking into it," Ronyo sighed as he realized the woman had been paying little attention to his story something that to most would just be shrugged off, but Ronyo Storm was not most, "The intention was not to keep you locked up like a wild animal but as a respected prisoner of war, I suspect you might ask the difference but you already know the answer. Your uniqueness adds difficulties in keeping you secured while also keeping you humanly cared for."

Watching the woman's reactions had always told Ronyo more about the woman than any words that had been exchanged over the years ever could. He respected her as a warrior and as his enemy which meant he must learn what he could from her.

'Do not kill or punish your enemies force, but nourish and treat them kindly to fold them into your ranks.'

Attacking the enemies plans is best, and attacking their troops without attacking them at all was even better. While Ronyo kept a calculating mind he also remembered to keep a compassionate heart so as to not become too distant from strategies and planning. One who forgets that the pieces on the chess board have lives and ambitions of their own is one who has already lost.

"I have to go now Mabysyn, I need to see about getting you better room service. I will be back quicker than usual for one way or another I will see that you do not suffer of starvation."

Ronyo stood up and bowed to the woman just on the other side of the barrier. He moved to the door leading out and buzzed the guard. As Ronyo made his way back to his ship he left orders with the staff and commandos for when he returned. Things were beginning to move and Ronyo had to make sure all matters were attended to. He would need to speak with the council and also his teachers from Tython to help him with the matter of the sole resident in the Shadow Prison. As he boarded his ship Ronyo hoped the force was with them this time for the risks about to be taken had best bare the results desired or things might end up even worse than they had been during the Brood Wars.

NABOO

"Breathe with me," Isani says quietly, in a gentler voice. She settles into a deep, meditative breath and waits for Sam-el find the rhythm before she speaks again. Though she won't admit it, Isani is unsure of how to teach a Jedi to find the Force -- for Jedi, it is a calm thing, something that is eager to be used so long as you give yourself to it and let it flow through you. For Sith, it is entirely different -- it's a battle, a struggle every inch of the way and you use the Force by beating it.

"Clear your mind, and search for your center - it'll be calm, and larger than yourself. Sink deeper into yourself."

Isani waits, not bothering to sink into herself; this is an exercise for Jedi.

NABOO

Isani sits impatiently; this is taking too long, and she wants to leave. Sam is still in her meditation - deep - seeing memories but not remembering them. Gritting her teeth, Isani uncrosses her legs and moves to kneel before Sam silently, gathering the Force and making it obey.

"Breathe," she murmures, reminding Sam. As she presses her hands on Sam's own, she presses her memory into Sam's, dropping her mind to Sam's center to show her.

"Kigarin - I assume you got my little note," Isani grins, all awash in the red glow from her saber. (and isani's heart clenches a little at the memory she pushed so deep)

"Is there a reason why you're doing this, Isani? Couldn't you just let it go?" And Ali's own saber is out, one she'll never touch again because it, too, is red - but she's got a good heart, and it's only to protect the students onboard the shuttle.

"You know me, Kigarin - I never have a reason." (which is a lie because isani always has a reason, though "alliandre kigarin" is the weakest of reasons she's ever had before)

And then Sam-el is there, teal hair and all beside Isani. "Hey," is all the Grandmaster says, but there's a bit of attitude not quite appropriate for a Grandmaster of all people, and then -- power. And Isani's out.

NABOO

She grits her teeth with the pain (memories - whether she shares them or steals them or plants them is painful for the receiver but Isani is holding that back so Sam can learn and she can leave) and pulls up a second memory, equally as ignored but more because of the memory of weakness rather than anything else. Isani shares it with Sam again.

She wakes up confused and unsure - but knows she is not weak. Will not be weak...

And then the woman walks in, easy confidence exuded in her step and followed by a young man.

"Well, you woke up sooner than I thought you would," the woman says casually.

She is confused, and grasps at this -- "Then- you know what happened, I assume?" she asks. And then, "Where... where am I?"

And she receives an answer, which some part of her hadn't expected. (Some part of her had expected a Sith's response - a heavy hand, or death.) "I do. You're on Ossus, in the Medical Ward of the Jedi Academy," the teal-haired woman says, and she's confused. Ossus - check. Jedi Academy - check. What she herself is doing there - not check.

"Ossus, Jedi Academy," she repeats as a whisper before asking against instinct, "Who..." she falters. (Can she trust a stranger to tell her the truth?) "Do you know who I am?"

Again, she's surprised to hear an answer. An honest one.

"I know who you were. Who you are now is undecided," the woman says, and it confuses her until she finishes speaking. "You came to Ossus Darth Isani, Sith Master, on a hunt for a Knight who came here with us. You were stopped and now you are here."

There is a part of her that is not surprised, the part of her that was surprised at the hostility she expected and her own reluctance to appear weak. "Isani... That is my name?" She's surprised to find that whatever the teal-haired woman says, she will accept it as the truth.

"No, I don't believe it is your name. I believe that's what you were called, your title that marked you as a Sith, but it wasn't your name. I'm sorry, I don't know your name."

And there it is - the truth.

Ithor - Tafanda Bay

For a while now, there had been that strange tickle in the back of her mind. Intently studying the drink in her hand, seemingly to contemplate whether or not it might be to blame for it, she simply shrugged it off and blamed all the traveling. She hardly ever put on her ship on auto-pilot, preferring to be in control herself, so long trips could be tiring. Yes, tired, that was the obvious conclusion.

It wasn't until she she sat up straight, from her previous slumped position, and set her glass down that the tickle became an obvious tug for attention. Immediately her eyes came to attention, focused, as her vision glided over the small crowd present. She recognized the sensation she had just felt as a reaction from the Force, which most likely could mean just one thing, she concluded, getting up from her seat.

"Kal...?" She wondered, speaking the name to herself. She thought it to be rather strange for him to suddenly show up here, if he really did come here that was. Then again, what else could that feeling mean?

Walking away from the establishment she was at, she instinctively turned to the direction she thought she sensed him coming from, walking through the least crowded parts of the street as to be sure not to miss him. Not that her exotic indigo skin tone was hard to miss between the steel and green, but she wasn't sure her attempts to reach back to him were succeeding and the city was still a big place after all. She'd save shouting his name as a last resort, could she really not find him. She would prefer to avoid looking a fool, no matter how glad she was with a chance to catch up with him again.

[ CORUSCANT ]

"Knight Rahl, it's a pleasure to see you again," she was greeted, but Mina's attention was already diverted; she'd come to Naboo to surprise Kennero - the Republic-Jedi alliance wasn't about to fall apart if she left for a week (she hoped)... But his signature was not in the palace, as she'd expected it to be. It wasn't even in Theed.

It was traveling - to the countryside, Mina suspected... which meant Kennero had lied to her. Her brow furrowed - "Knight Rahl?" - why?

"Oh - sorry. Excuse me, please."

And Mina was off to the countryside, following Kennero's signature which drew closer to another Mina did not recognize. (But it was dark.)