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Tython, Mando Camp

Seron relaxed slightly at Master Joelk's command, but then he stiffened up again when her eyes fell upon him.

"Since you've all stopped anyways, can I get a word?"

Seron swallowed, took one step forward, and then barked orders at his Lieutenant Colonel.

"Yakon, start Major Chu on patrols around the temple again," Seron ordered. "And make sure she gets those locker rooms clean this time. She'll be leading triple rounds if her armor isn't properly stowed this time."

"Sir!"

Seron continued forward to Master Joelk.

"What can I do for you, ma'am?"

Malo's Ship

Malo's eyes fixed squarely on Sephis. Would she dare take a step any closer? Her droid twittered something and she responded in agreement with it, whatever it had said. After a moment, he could feel her stretching out with the Force to make contact with him. He curled his Force-signature up in a ball, waiting to unleash the dark side until a more opportune moment.

Malo recoiled at the realization of who he was, and Sephis, too, was surprised at the touch of a lightsider, strengthening his drive to subdue the spacer and commandeer the ship. It wasn't just that she stank of a light side Force-user. She was a light-side Force-user. She'd captured Sephis on Harrin, brought him out into the middle of nowhere, for reasons he had yet to understand, and was now trying to suffocate him with vacuum. There wasn't much love left for this spacer when Sephis was finished going over that.

She stepped forward only slightly and reached her bare hand out to touch him. Sephis bared his two-pronged canines and growled ferociously. He pitied the foolish spacer if she had the stupidity to drop her guard like this, although the droid may have been with her to cover that exactly. He snapped his jaws once, not biting Malo, but just to scare her.

You wouldn't hurt a harmless little puppy, would you? Sephis asked, sending the message telepathically to Malo.

Sephis unleashed a Force Push that would have rocked a normal human back into the bulkhead and crippled them. Sephis supposed Malo might be half as damaged if she was prepared enough.

Tython/ Ronyo’s old Campsite

As Ronyo watched his Padawan deactivate her virbosword the energy around the Jedi still surged and flowed with the residual power left from the attack. His sticks were now black ashes twigs that slowly began to fall apart as the wind blew through. The Jedi took a deep breath and settled himself as he also drew in the pulsing energy that danced across his body to either help reenergize himself or to expel at a later time. It had been sometime sense he had decided to push himself to that depth but he had still held back, he had not allowed his personal lightsaber form to kick in all the way nor had he allowed the Hunter to take over completely. Ronyo hoped he would never have to allow that to happen for he was still not sure if he could control it all.

Ronyo returned hi smile upon his face and took a seat near the waterfall and waited for his Padawan to join him. She had potential with a lightsaber, her inner focus was tight but she also had emotional battles to wage that restricted her final push. There was also the need to work on timing and precision as all Padawans needed to do and that would simply come with time.

“You did well, as your training continues we will work on the finer details of your combat and your mental stability as well. The one large difference between fighting me and fighting a Sith will be the mental game as well as the real danger of being killed. A Sith will never play fair and likely use mental attack as well as physiological and emotional to push you off your game and make you unstable and unsure,” As Ronyo spoke Omega came to sit and conveyed a message from the Jedi Temple sensing his presence was needed, “Anya I need to return to the Temple for a moment but I would like you to rest and then continue your physical training. Find yourself two nice sized rocks and carry them with you on your run and other workouts today. I will leave Omega and one of the Holocrons to help answer any question but hopefully I will be back before you have any pressing ones.”

Ronyo place the Holocron contained the small green alien down on the rock and activated it. As it looked around and noticed Omega it gave a small bow to the wolf and then looked to Anya. He appeared to sit with his legs crossed and his small cane laid in front of him with a smile that seemed warm and inviting.

“If you would not mind Master, I have to run back to the Temple and would be grateful if you could answer any question Anya may have during her workout. Omega will be here as well to give any physical assistance.”

“Help with questions, always am I willing.”

With that Ronyo gave a bow to the Holocron and Omega and a deep bow to Anya for her hard work and skill so far. The Jedi turned towards the direction of the Temple and took off with the Force speeding him along his way. The wind whipped up in a flurry as he dashed on and the trees swayed as he passed by hoping to get to the Temple and back before Anya had any real issues to discuss.

Malo


She wouldn't state the obvious rebuff to that telepathic -- shockingly telepathic -- message. That would be too easy, too expected, too much of a set up... when she sensed the build up of force she realized just what was being set up, but not fast enough to do much more than stabilize herself against it. A shrill mechanical cry followed that push, a push that felt more like a punch, and her own grown of exertion followed it as she reached to the force instinctively and absorbed what she could of the force. The rest had her stumbling backwards, arms raised, and she cursed.

Frustration rose quickly and, with it, anger. Malo glared up at the animal infront of her and reached one of her defensive arms out to him. "I tried to give you an option," She said, her voice coming out distorted through the re-breather, and finished her sentence with action. Anger fueled her command of the force as her reach extended metaphysically, wrapped around his large, canine body, and commanded it to sleep. Her other hand lowered, calling her lightsaber to her hand, but did not light it. Malo gripped it tightly, drawing familiarity and comfort from the crystal within it as her eyes, and her fire, remained fixed on the Sith before her.

Mika Anjiliac Chiera

Formely Zietta the Hutt's Palace

A silver, curved, cylindrical object was gripped loosely in Mika Anjiliac Chiera's hands. It felt small, compared to his massive hands.

"Hi chuba da geeb there, big guy?" Pendal, the top information broker on Point Nadir asked him.

"" Mika answered, glancing down, watching the light glimmer off of the cylinder's chrome finish.

"Kava about that?" Pendal mused. "See, hi chuba da think is up with all these Force-users popping up all over the place?"

Pendal inhaled deeply on his spice cigarra, and puffed out a ball of wispy smoke. He was in mid-air, flapping his small Toydarian rings, with his hat low over his face, casting shadow around his eyes. He'd brought his muscle with him to Zietta's Palace. No way was he walking in here with a bunch of Force-users apparently running amok.

Behind him stood the headmaster of Sable Dawn watching the conversation before him unfold in silence. Beside him were Zietta's henchmen, the Nikto, Weequay and Gamorrean. Former henchmen, Mika reminded himself. His cousin was rotting in Boboqueequee now.

"Lei here thinks it's a fad, like... What did you say? Like pod-racing..."

""

Yes, this was his palace now. With Zietta out of the way, Mika now had the perfect opportunity to slide into place as the kingpin of this shadowport.

"'Almost ruined the dinner party?' Pendal repeated, chuckling. "Cheska yo hear yourself? You sound like a Republic delegate."

The headmaster of Sable Dawn, as well as Zietta's old henchmen, projected their eyebrows upward as their eyes widened. It took a lot of courage, or apathy, to speak to Mika Anjiliac like that. Pendal's henchmen, apparently, weren't surprised, as they remained stony-faced in light of his rudeness. Mika, willing to dismiss the remark, was more concerned with what he was going to say next. He bristled in anticipation.

"Seems to me, that maybe you've elevated yourself above all us common thugs... It's a wonder you even bother with us at all any more," Pendal said quietly, looking Mika straight in the eyes. "Word is: That you can't bother to get your hands dirty no more..."

This was too perfect of an opportunity. Mika couldn't help but laugh.

"" Mika said, slithering toward the tiny Toydarian. ""

All three of Pendal's bodyguards were suddenly blown backwards, as the headmaster of Sable Dawn thrust his hand forward. Mika could see they were struggling to get up, but the headmaster held them firmly in place. Like Mika, he was also a Force-user. Mika looked back at the two henchmen they had addressed. They were looking at each other, searching for direction on what to do from the other's eyes.

Pendal was just staring, aghast and silently at Mika, acutely aware of the mistake that he had made. The cigarra was slack in his mouth.

""

Knowing better than Pendal, they both grabbed him from behind, each holding him by an arm and pushing him down while he flapped harder in order to stay up.

"No..."

Onurb growled.

"" Mika admitted. ""

"No... So, this is how it is?! Pendal yelled as Mika gripped him atop the head, crumpling his hat. This is how it is?! Listen to me, Mika. I was offering you a... A... What are you...?"

Mika lifted the arm in which the curvaceous cylinder had been resting in. He moved his thumb down over it, and a silver blade erupted from it, loud and hot in front of Pendal.

"What... What are you doing?!" Pendal shouted. "What are... Come on, Mika, this... This isn't what I..."

The silver light of the blade was making Pendal's dark skin appear pale. Pendal just stared silently at it, awaiting his death.

""

Mika brought the saber so close to Pendal that it must have burned.

"Don't..."

The next sound was that came out of Pendal's mouth was an angry wrenching scream as Mika clipped Pendal's left wing with the lightsaber. Another similar scream erupted when he did the same to the left wing. A scream of pure raw pain came when his leg was cut off, followed by a more agonizing one when the second was dismembered.

"Chuba doompa, dopa-maskey kung!"

Just one last scream was made as Mika plunged the lightsaber through Pendal's mouth.

Tython

Seron stepped up ahead of Master Joelk as she gestured for him to take the lead, although he kept his steps short after that, unsure of how comfortable she would be trying to keep up with his long stride.

"Something like that, but before we go anywhere, I'd appreciate it if you dropped the 'ma'am' routine... Your people might expect it, might even like it, but that's not who I am... Just call me Sam."

Seron felt reluctant to do so. Technically, the Jedi weren't their military superiors. It was more like the Mandalorians on Tython, as few of they were, were volunteering to be their militant arm and shield. The military structure that they followed was self-imposed. The Jedi didn't outright ask them to be referred to formally. Seron supposed that old habits just didn't die very easily.

"Can you do that?"

"Yes, Sam," Seron said, only a split-second's hesitation before before 'Sam.' "If you're so insistent on being informal, do you mind me asking what your goals are in orbit?"

Seron gritted his teeth behind his lips, wishing he could bite back that last. Informal or no, he realized he'd pried just a bit too much. Informality and nosiness were distinct (although they did sometimes cross paths). It wasn't Seron's place to ask about Master Joelk's business. As long as he was still acting as Mandalorian, and not as her Padawan, he really had no right to be inquiring.

Sam


She looked Seron over and wondered how much of her intentions and plans she ought to reveal outright. There wasn't much reason to hold anything back but, at the same time, there wasn't much to reveal, either. As far as she was concerned the first step of her plans was the extent of all of them, she really didn't have an end-game at the moment.

Then again, she couldn't keep reacting to things around her, either. Isani had come to her for a reason and, whatever that reason was, Sam couldn't ignore or forget it. Whether she liked it or not she had been pulled back into the schemes, games, and galaxy-spanning plots of both Jedi and Sith.

After that hard look, Sam shrugged and replied. "I need to find someone." It wasn't exactly a lie, but it also didn't feel honest. Still, the prospect of explaining her own inner struggles to a man who knew less about her than he seemed to know of the Jedi and the Force was less than desirable. "I can't do that here. Besides, there's enough Jedi here on Tython... they won't miss one."

Kennero


"So you keep saying," Kennero teased, though it was more reflex than true humor. If he'd been amused in the slightest then he wouldn't be nearly as on guard or suspicious of anything that moved near them. "It must be true..."

His last words trailed off as he caught the quickest glimpse of a Black Sun insignia before it disappeared beneath a worn, gray cloak. So we're already being watched. The Falleen thought sullenly, watching the thug slip away into a crowded cantina. Of course there was a cantina on this level... there was a cantina on every level. He should have known better than to think that they would be long on Nar Shaddaa before Eden, or someone in her employ, found them out. Perhaps Mina's approach wouldn't be such a bad idea if the gangsters already knew they were coming.

"Alright, Let's go ask someone." He agreed, tipping his head discreetly in the direction of the cantina. "While we're at it, let's get a drink. Space rations dry my throat." Kennero was already walking towards the cantina, all business.