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Ithor, Tafanda Bay

Kal sent his Force Wraiths speeding homing in after Isani, ignoring Rikka Mord, who was trying to regroup with her now. If Isani wouldn't just die quietly, then he'd just have to put her in her grave himself.

"You came here to guilt me and attack my friends?!" Kal snapped. "By the Force, Isani, why won't you just die?!"

Kal went to grip Isani by the jugular with the Force. He wanted to make her pay for what she'd done here.

Naboo.


Kennero understands that when Mina looks at him with those eyes - crystal green of emerald forests - that she absolves him of guilt and forgives him. Her gentle heart, her strength of soul, and her love for him are worth every breath that he has. Her forgiveness is stronger than anything Isani could have expected, something more eternal than pain, and he no longer suffers from his Master's cruel warning.

"I agree. We should take this one," He gestures to the other, still immobile woman, "To the planet authorities. We can at least do this for Sam." Justice. Law. Familiarity. It comes to him quickly and reinforces the path before him.

Set in a course of action, he checks his COMM without any further lingering thoughts or doubts of the day's events. They are troubling, to be certain, but while there is a task at hand, a right task, it takes precedence. "R9 will be here in a minute. Let's see if there is a land transport we can use to take the woman in. " Barely taking Mina's arm, he walks with her away from the front of the house and leaves the Grand Master's wolf to watch the unconscious murderess. It's a short walk, but with Mina beside him he is able to enjoy the picturesque planet. Even in the aftermath of death, or perhaps because of it, the beauty of the serene life on this planet is almost rapturous.

Just around the house is a storage unit that holds not one transport but two, a smaller one for recreation and a larger one that is built to transport crops. Looking over the smaller landspeeder he says, "This looks like it will do. I can have R9 follow us into Theed." His statement is more a question, now that more formal business is at hand he defers to his fiance because he both recognizes and respects her wisdom when matters of state and words are at hand.

Ithor, Tafanda Bay

Kal screamed and roared in anger, frustration and grief. He gripped his saber tightly and balled up his other fist, raising both of them into the air in rage. Several tables and chairs were crushed where they stood as Kal let his fury free in the Force. A few of the furnishings began to levitate in the air before Kal released his anger and stood there, huffing and puffing, staring at the spot Rikka and Isani had disappeared into. As his senses returned to him, he remembered who he'd come to see.

"Daesha..."

Kal turned to look at his twi'lek friend.

"I think I owe you more than one for this," Kal said, apologetically.

[ Space ]

When the reports start coming in, Rikka reads decoded message after decoded message to Isani. There are reports of returned Jedi and returned Sith and even a whisper of Darth Isani and death dealt on Naboo...

A light blinks and one of Rikka's men turns to her with a news of a new com message from the Child.

"En route, ending on A." the Child's cool, melodic voice patches in over the com.

Rikka smiles at Isani and sets a course.

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"Then I'll see you again," Rikka tells Isani as the ship drops out of hyperspace and into orbit on Anaxes. Isani prepares to board a small vessel she can land in, its preflight warmup programs already activated.

"Raise hell for me," Isani bids the Knight with a grin. Rikka notices she's been more lighthearted and teasing of late, more like the Isani she remembers from years ago because behind her wicked smiles and easy quips is the cold, dispassionate steel that isn't afraid or unwilling to cut and cut deep.

"But of course," Rikka replies with a dark smile of her own, and she waits for Isani to depart before setting a course for Coruscant. She's got a preoccupied Jedi to impersonate and another to seduce.

Naboo/ Farmstead of the flower girl

Ronyo had never seen Sam-El Joelk, the woman who had taught him the ways of the force, like this. She was stumbling over words and ideas, trying to think of what to do next and how to do it. Her emotions were clouding her judgment and that also likely meant the force was having a hard time getting in and lending much calming aid. Through it all though Ronyo did his best to keep something of a smile on his face for Sam's sake and keep calm and think about what was going on, but most of all he would not leave his master, he would not leave the woman that had help make him what he was today. Besides Omega Sam was the closest thing to family Ronyo had.

"I'm not going anywhere Sam," Ronyo looked around for a minute and then at the body of the man he now carried, "He deserves a proper barrel. I can take care of the preparations, either a funeral pyre or grave, which ever you think is best," Ronyo looked at the woman's sad grey eyes with his dark emerald orbs and made sure she understood him, "You are strong Sam-El, not just in the force but as a woman. This man needs you to be strong now, even though he is one with the force I would wager he would want you to be strong. If you should have trouble finding that strength you can borrow mine for as long as you need of it," Ronyo gave a small bow to the woman and placed the man in the sheet and wrapped it around him with respect and picked him back up, "I will take him outside join me when you're ready and we can begin the arrangements."

Ronyo hated having to be so calm and logical at the moment but it is what was needed. The Jedi wanted nothing more than to hold on to Sam and let her weep and scream until she could no more, but that time was not right now. Sam needed someone to lead her right now rather than being the one to lead.

She closes her eyes and waits for the oppressive form of death to leave the room with Ronyo and Warren. Her actions are stagnant, and it is painful for her to realize that she's been idle with despair. Another breath and she summons the images of Warren's sisters before her, recalls the method Warren had for contacting them during their schooling, and goes to the living space, avoiding the dining area where the grisly sight of blood still sat, stagnant, and goes to the house's computer. It's only a moment for her to summon their images in personal, holographic form, and she tells them face to face what has happened.

Sam doesn't know where she finds the strength to do so, and feels that her own strength is dwarfed by the calm, collected manner of the twins as she tells them of Warren. Sadness is there, but they do not collapse or cry as she has done both, and they tell her where she should bring the body to. They can arrange the rest, and they will allow her to stay with them in their town-home to wait for the funeral, if she wishes it.

She does.

After their images are gone, she sits and pulls up a wrap for her shoulders. There's a chill in this house now, and she knows that it will always remain. After a moment of nothing at all -- no thought, no emotion, no intent -- she rises, having buried her emotions sufficiently, and joins Ronyo outside. For the first time he appears real, tangible before her eyes, and though she's unable to smile she nods at him gratefully.

"The family is handling the arrangements in Theed. They've told me where we need to meet them..." Sam trails off because the 'what' is easy, always is, but the how is difficult, even more so now. Logical, sensible action is muddled. A speeder.. they have one here. She can see the one that Ronyo has arrived in, a newer model than Warren's, but doesn't know if they should leave so soon..

"Mina.. Kennero.. they were here with me." She says, as if she's only just realized though she has only just remembered. It feels like days since she's seen them, though it's only been an hour.

Corruo, Hangar Bay

"Where is Venia?!" the long-haired demanded, snarling at Sephis.

Sephis felt the blast coming before he saw it. The blast released from the blonde Force-user's hands. Sephis leaped, nimbly landing closer to the two women while the Force Blast exploded behind him.

He refocused his attention upon the long-haired woman and his original target. They were sprinting towards a ship entering into the hangar bay. It was a small freighter. Unremarkable. Hardly something the Empire would likely make use of. A small person was hanging out of the boarding ramp, hooded, with a slugthrower in hand.

"Got a message for Darth Neiva..."

Darth Neiva? Sephis thought, glancing at the fleeing duo. No, it couldn't be...

"It's from Darth Isani," the hooded person continued. "She sends her love, and asks that you leave the candy behind."

Darth Isani. Imperial records listed her as dead, and as a traitor to the Empire. This had to be a trick of some sort. None of this made sense. Suddenly, darkness blanketed over the entire hangar, like a fog quickly descending upon the ground. All that Sephis could see with his eyeballs was inky blackness.

Immediately, Sephis formed a doppelganger, and together, they approached the ship from different sides. He could sense the fleeing people, and the figure still on the ship. They were together now. Suddenly, he felt three distinct energy signatures, headed in his direction. They would be upon him in but a moment. Sephis turned, threw his arm up to protect him in vain... And then was saved by his doppelganger diving in front of him and taking all three Spears of Midnight Black in the abdomen. The doppelganger, if Sephis could have seen him, would have disappeared into wispy black smoke, and then nothing.

Angrily, in retaliation, Sephis grabbed hold of the ship ahead of him with the Force, and without being able to see exactly where it would land, he yanked, pulling as hard as he could while clambering backwards to get out of the way.

The Corruo - Hangar bay 23

A strange voice, one that seems to be at the point of breaking into song, followed by a sudden wave of pitch black that washed over the entirety of the hangar bay and the hand of the Anzat woman gripping that of the blonde in order to pull her along.

The events happen al so quick, she can't even make out what is happening, finding herself nearly hyperventilating as they reach the ramp. She takes a few more steps up the ramp as her hand is released, just enough to reach level ground at which she slumps down to the floor, trying to get her breath and fear under control.

It isn't so much the sudden newcomer she's so scared of, or because she was being dragged along by the Sith master through the darkness. It's the darkness itself, awakening a deep fear of going blind for reasons she can't even recall having. As her fingers stroke over her temples, trying to calm down the jumble in her head, they eventually glide partly over her eyebrow, over the scar.

Visum. There was that name again. No, it was not a name, not really she thought. For every time she wondered about it, she could hear this voice reminding her that it was not her name and that she should think of who she really was. She wondered who's voice it was.

There was little time to think about it however. With her breath barely under control, she blonde scrambled away from the ramp as quick as she could, the moment the ship lurched backwards when Sephis held it with the Force. She couldn't stay here, she had to go, go as far away from these people as possible, no matter what, she had to get off this hulking nightmare of a ship. That was her only priority at the moment and it seemed the most important as well as the word 'escape' drummed through her mind like mad.

"Mabysyn! Please hurry!"

In follow up to Mae's words, and in slight panic, she did not even realize she spoke the name that had not been told to her, yet had came to her anyway. She had heard it once before, though only in memory and not those of her own.

It seemed like slowly a part of her past involving this Anzat began to slip back into her mind. Now it was just the question of how long it would take until she would remember the things this Sith had done to her. The things that had caused her to see a glimpse of the Anzat's past in the first place and how strong memories and feelings of her own had been all that had kept her alive for her to remember them.

But for now, she seemed to have as much trust in Neiva as she had for the woman whom had helped her in the turbolift. After all, in the blonde's experience it seemed like the yellow eyed woman was helping her now too. The thought of any ulterior motives for it did not even come to mind.

There was a good chance she would shortly come to regret not leaving the Corruo with a ship all alone.