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The man certainly had a good point. And, there didn't seem to be any reason to mince words. "Coruscant is no longer controlled by Emperor Fel," Iria stated. "He was killed by the Sith."
A downward glance at her uniform, she also said, "Naturally, Chandrilla was chosen by one of my superior officers, due to it's neutral status. Our standing orders were to evacuate Coruscant in the event of Fel's death."
"I suspect that by now, the knights are scattered throughout the galaxy." she added.

"Hmm... assassinated by Sith...there truly is no real justice in the galaxy then. So what are your plans then? Surely staying here will only end up getting you killed. Especially after tonight's incident, no doubt the locals will start talking, and eventually someone will find out about you." Iust asked.

Vaan is not one to take crap, from anyone. He pushed past the Rapora and blasted the repulsor controls with his charric, freeing the clawcraft. Meanwhile, he tapped two codes on his comm, one indicating to the Stormhawk that a team member was inured, and another indicating mission completed.

Vaan couldn't move as fast as a Jedi, but could outsmart one. The charric was only a distraction, because the force pike soon came out and parried the sword. Vaan didn't know what exactly it was about this person, but he liked him. Slowly, he lowered the pike.

"Okay, I'll cooperate for now."

Iria quietly pondered the man's words. It isn't as though Kal stated that we should remain here, she reflected. "You have a point, my friend." Looking up to the stars of Chandrilla's twilight, she said, "Alas, I am stranded on this world for the time being, as I am a Page, and thus, am not authorized to own transport,"
With that, she reasoned that she should definetely look into some form of offworld transportation. Of course, she wasn't sure if the man wished for a tag-along, as, to her, the man didn't seem to be the type to work with others. But then again, she didn't wish to dismiss the possibility until the man said so himself.

((I control MY NPCs, EK. Not every NPC. Good luck digging up dirt, though, everything was legitamently bought and upgraded.))

That metal slab. That horrible metal slab. So full of life, yet Ferno could not have but a few drops from the ocean to satiate his hunger. It was a major annoyance by him.

Inside the council chambers, he could feel Krayt's steady patience, and Talon's wildfire soul. Inside, he felt the anger. Though Krayt had already been alerted, Talon's skills still lacked such strength. She was still an apprentice, and would be for quite some time. If Ferno could not destroy two mynocks with a single blasterbolt, he wouldn't even be here.

As he glided in, Krayt looked unamused.

"You understand already why I called you here. You incapacitated my right hand assassin in the middle of the job, when specifically told to stay back. While I admire your abilities, you have broken the order of things. But perhaps these things must be broke to be fixed. So proceed."

Talon was already itchy, lightsaber drawn to her hand before even the commencement of the battle. Ferno knew the first strike would be a lunge; Talon had spirit, but lacked finesse. Something she would need to work on before proceeding further in her training.

Ferno spun the attack away, the lightsaber hand caught by another from within the cape, while the other snapped up a liekku, sending Talon down, but only in pain. He knew how hard to grip to bring an opponent down, or kill them outright. Upon first revival, and seeing Talon, his foresight had shown this battle, and he had plenty of time to practice.

His mask neared the face of the twi'lek, as a small port opened up. A puff of white power shot into her face, as he let go and let her scramble around. Talon quickly rebounded, wiping her face off, passing the powder as a blinding agent. A wild scream sent her into a blood rage, as Ferno glided back side-to-side, letting his capes baffle and enrage his opponent.

Talon lunged with all her might, but it seemed as if the world was getting faster. She kept hitting shadow and smoke, as the spectre began spewing a small screen from his mask. Twice she called out in foul obsenities, cursing his cowardice, demanding him to stand still and draw his saber. Yet her wish would be her undoing.

A small disk snapped up to a tenticle of Ferno's back, as he pulled the trigger. His hands freed, a single curved saber went to his hand, as he assumed a stabbing lounge in the shien stance. Talon grinned, and then cried out. The wraith had become worse, a biological nightmare. His body was in flames, his mask now a skull, and atop that, a halo of fire. She swore his mouth dropped, revealing tusked beasts, spewing snake-like creatures, and every breath amplified itself as if a hundred Krayt dragons roared.

She was a sith; she was supposed to have no fear. Yet even in the deepest recesses of her mind, thoughts still lingered. The swirling smoke consumed her, as she fell to the ground. Whether she tripped or was knocked down by an unknown force, she didn't care.

Krayt watched intently, as he noticed Talon begin falling back. Surely Ferno's small smoke trick and fighting stance did not frighten her; they were merely parlor tricks. Yet he sensed the deepest rooted fears suddenly boil to the top, stopping his protoge.

As Talon backed to the wall, she wished she could back up further. The saber drew closer and closer, and yet, it had not killed her. It seemed frozen in time. The spectre dropped his weapon, and slowly diminished back to the Ferno she knew; the Ferno she recognized. She witnessed him bow to her master, his master. But Talon failed to hear the cessation of hostilities called from Krayt. Quickly, her lightsaber returned to her as fast as her confidence, but Ferno was faster. By the time her lightsaber was in hand, her world blacked out.

"You really had to throw her that hard into the wall?" Krayt asked, looking at the cracked hole which Talon sat in. Yet, he could not argue. Ferno had not only proven his capacity, but also showed what the first project could do...

Vaan felt like a little child again, back in primary school, where conflicts were mediated by some higher official. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ashe smile.

She was feeling the same thing.