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Jakar grabbed his hilt out of the air as Marr walked away. He held the hilt upright and activated it. The deep orange corona shone in Jakar's eyes. It felt like years since he had last held his most prized possession. He swung it several times, listening to the humming sound of the blade. After a few minutes of regaining the feel in his technique, Jakar deactivated his lightsaber.

He turned to his right and began walking down the corridor. Jakar looked at the various tapestries, thinking of the cultural history of Lyrans. It made him remember when he tried to trace his heritage in the Jedi archives. After an hour of research, Jakar finally discovered that he came from Abo Dreth, a world in the Tingel Arm. He considered visiting the world when he left the Jedi Temple, but thought it best not to as the Jedi might have looked for him there.

Jakar finally reached the end of the corridor and opened the pair of doors in front of him, which led into the sparring chamber. Lady Celeste sat in meditation. "Lord Marr said you are willing to assist me in training," Jakar said to her.

Trees, rocks, plenty of things to hide behind, Pash was feeling confident abou his chances this round.
He was a Jedi Shadow after all, and even when not using the force, the conditions of the arena worked to his stealth skills.
The weapon selection was also much better this time around. He took his knife, his silenced pistol, a few smoke grenades, a Blaster carbine, and a vibro machete into the field, securing it all so that it would make little noise when moving.
He was keeping his force powers surpressed, playing the roll of an elite Echani Mercenary. He just had to keep it up.
As he entered the arena, he suddenly detected another Force user. Quickly he realized what this could entail. Things became complicated.
"Droyk." He muttered, his visored gaze taking in the terrain.

The second the go was given, Pash dove for the nearest cover and began firing in the direction of his female opponent, bursts of blaster fire streeking towards Sonya.

Pash's blaster traced the path of the woman's movements, blaster bolts tearing up the ground about her.
"Damn second hand gun." he muttered. "Knew I should have brought something better!"
A boulder came flying at Pash. He recognized the blindspots it presented and flicked a switch on his belt as he dodged.
Light bent around Pash's armor, making him almost invisible. Using the cloaking belt he moved swiftly and silently to extend the range between him and the woman, betting on his sudden disapearance to confuse her long enough to get into position.

Calliga had left some time ago to go on a quest of his own, leaving Siren behind. As such, she was technically in charge again, though she still considered herself as part of the harem and simply awaiting his return, keeping things in line until then.

After some relaxation that followed a typical routine of pleasure among several others in the harem, Siren was approached by one of the staff. " It appears we have a visitor. " she said. " I take it they want something. " Siren said. " All I know is, you are to meet them aboard that giant ship they have. " the girl replied.

" Hmm... I'd rather they had just come down here, but then again, there's not any decent parking for something that big near here. Very well, inform them I'll arrive shortly. I need to change into something more presentable. " Siren said, before walking off.

Moments later, she emerged from her quarters, her metal bikini and slave collar replaced with lingerie, albeit bejewelled and much fancier than anything else, while still being just as skimpy as anything else she had. Afterwards, she made her way to the private hangar where a single shuttle awaited, the pilot already prepared to go as soon as she boarded. The shuttle soon left the hangar, and the large ship came into view. It was time to see what these new arrivals wanted.

" Oh my, they like it a little rough. " Siren said to herself as the shuttle was taken over by the tractor beam. Looking out, she could see a few troopers as they seemed to be surrounding the shuttle. " Well, they're sure not taking their time. A pity, if that's how they'll be if they decide to take advantage of what we can offer... "

Siren walked over to where the ramp would lower, moments before it began to open, her pilot coming to her side, a few steps behind. In moments, the ramp lowered, revealing the Sith seductress to those present in the hangar. While her current attire left her just as scantily-clad as anything else she'd ever worn, it was clearly made of the finer fabrics and designs. Nothing more than a bra and panties and stiletto heels, they were adorned with jewels and lining that gave them an immediate appearance of being very high quality, with a small cape that was equally fancy over the bra, stopping at her hips, adding a sense of nobility to the risque garment.

She slowly descended the ramp. " I am Siren, former queen of Thule, and in the absence of Master Calliga, current overseer of the planet. And you would be...? " she said, introducing herself to the armored man, who was clearly the one in charge, if not the ship then at least of the present troops.

" I don't recall that name from anywhere, so she's not from the council unless they made some changes recently. " Siren thought, as she followed the man. Ironic in a way, a former queen meeting a princess. She had expected some warlord that would sooner just send an invasion force to take whatever they could.