Malin Kyrell

Arriving unseen and possibly unobserved by most of the other assembled Jedi, Malin watched the funeral solemnly from a distance, choosing a solitary perch up in the branches of one of Kashyyyk's mighty trees. He could feel the former Grand Master's spirit among them, sensing the movements on the other side, through the veil others called life and death, a presence within the unified, living Force. Hail, old friend, and farewell. Your presence among us will be missed... though the Force, and your spirit, will be with us always. Malin raised his lightsaber once in salute, then disappeared back into the trees.

MALIN KYRELL'S CHARACTER SHEET Identity [!ident] Real Name: Malin Kyrell A.K.A: The Black Assassin Homeworld: Nephelem Species: Human/Sith Undead Physical Description [!dscrp] Age: 26 Height: 6'4" Weight: 200 lbs. Hair: Pale blond Eyes: Blue Sex: Male Equipment [!equip] Clothing or Armor: Black armored full body jump stealth-suit- fully sealable with environmental protection abilities, mask with multi-sensory visor and air-filter. Weapon: Silenced black handled and bladed lightsaber with UV and blinding flash functions, adjustable length, and density. Ral'tath caelestum. two silenced blasters with scopes and stun settings, VICE, gas, stun, EMP, concussion, and flash grenades. Concealed knife boots. Common Inventory: : A visor/air filter attatched to the mask he always wears and his weapons. Additionally a few dried rations in his utility belt, a small med kit for binding wounds, and a grappling/mag cable with claw for climbing, swinging. Faction Information [!factn] Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User Force User Alignment: Good Current Faction Affiliation: Jedi, Ral'tath Blademaster Current Faction Rank: Master, Master History: [!hstry] Force Side: Light (Ral'tath/Dark) Trained by: Tanya Trained who: Hou-Jo Poleb, Matthis, Afri Wayvern Known Skills: Inate necrosis touch, spiritsense, and necropath stemming from his half-undead state. Cannot touch organic materials without them rotting- be it flesh, wood, or bacta. Beyond that, he is an expert swordsman and marksman, and is well versed in stealth infiltration and combat. Background: Created on the Sith tomb world of Nephelem, Malin was an experiment in Sith alchemy gone wrong. Born between the union a Sith Lord and the reanimated, undead body of a Jedi used in the Sith's experiments, Malin was born halfway between life and the undeath of Sith alchemy. Cursed as a necropath and a living bridge between life and the netherworld of the Force, Malin's senses are skewered around death- watching living beings as a steady stream of cellular decay, smelling the taint of taken life, and a decaying, rotting death touch caused by direct contact. He is unable to touch other living beings without harming them, and even ysalmari have been unable to blunt this wound-in-the-Force-like ability. While he seeks a way around this curse, he has in turn developed no immune system as microbes and viruses die on contact, so the end of his curse would likely cause Kyrell's swift death. The Nephelem Sith cult tore itself apart following a schism between its masters and Malin, still a child of 5 was one of the only survivors. The other survivor of note was another creation with similar and greater powers as Malin, Darth Thanatos, who lead the schism . Fleeing his homeworld, Malin's youth was a binge of madness. Haunted by spirits from the beyond and his innate, death aptitude in the Force, Malin turned towards the natural trade of a paid assassin over the next 10 years. Eventually purging himself of all emotion, he continued his trade, refining his skills, earning the nickname "The Black Assassin" for his attire and stealthy kills. A series of kills turned Malin's life around. The first breaking point came when he was required to kill a rival assassin whom he felt a bond with. Mortally wounded, she died in his arms and with a kiss, her life force taken by Malin's deathtouch. The second was a Jedi, who willingly laid down his life. Feeling emotion for the first time in years, Malin vowed to reform and atone for his sins. Joining the Jedi, he helped stop Darth Thanatos from unleashing a real wound-in-the-Force entity on the galaxy. Since that time, Malin has been a dedicated Jedi and seeker of justice, taking up the duties of a Ral'tath Blademaster. Styling himself as a ninja-Jedi, he does as he pleases, using his death sense and necropathic abilities to hunt down murderers and bring them to justice, or if necessary, bring justice to them with his skills. Quiet and often shy, Malin rarely opens up with others, but will fight to the end for his friends and the Jedi order. He is currently wanted for his role in an attack on the Sith Temple during the treaty period, which he defends by claiming the Sith were plotting (and had plotted) to use the peace to launch covert attacks. Ship Registration [!ship] Name: The Atropos Class: Anti-Personnel pursuit ship and fighter Model: CC-BT 1 (Correlli Custom B-Type I) Manufacturer: Kheldar vos Correlli (Custom build- his first) Length: 13 meters Armaments: 2 twin laser cannons, 2 ion cannons, 2 proton torpedo launchers Armor: Military grade durasteel hull and shields Anti-Personnel Defenses: N/A Appearance: A sleek, black fightercraft with an aerodynamic design. Similar cockpit build to an HLAF-500, but with the tail and engines of a F-15. Modifications: Enhanced engine design allows for inordinately fast sublight and hyperdrive. It is one of hte most manuverable ships out there. History: KVC's first custom ship and prototype model. Sold at auction on Tatooine to pay for his first freighter ship- The Drake's Revenge. The ship went through a series of owners before it ended up in Kyrell's hands, who is unaware of the ship's pedigree. Kyrell himself took the ship when he iced a minor drug smuggler on Tatooine on behalf of the Hutts during his period as an assassin. Side Note: It is actually something of a surprise how this ship was built. According to the story given by Kheldar one night at the Last Call when he was blitzed (this was long before he even met his current wife), he said he built the CC-BT 1 on a bet (also made when he was blitzed). The ship was designed to be piloted by Kheldar himself in a duel against Boba Fett's infamous Slave 1, piloted by the deadly hunter himself after shooting his mouth off at the Cantina at Mos Eilsey. When Kheldar sobered up and realized what he agreed to, he launched into a frenzied pace trying to come up with a ship that would allow him to survive the encounter before he was brutally murdered. Designed as a fast, speedy vessel that packed a punch, Kheldar had his break through in building the ship's engines for dramatically increase output and maneuverability, as well as improved offense and defense capablities as far as the ship's guns and shields were concerned. Before the day of the duel arrived, Luke Skywalker chose to free Han Solo from Jabba's clutches and subsequently put Boba Fett out of action. The duel was forgotten, and the ship later sold off to cover remaining expenses on the Drake's Revenge. At that point Kheldar maintained he could have won the duel hands down, though previous odds on the fight collected at the Mos Eisley cantina placed the odds of Kheldar winning at about one in a hundred (even with that payout, reports show there were no takers). To that Kheldar drunkely replied, ”œEh, the fools had no frick'en idea at how brilliant my design was. Masserful design... ”˜course I'm a helluva lot of a better pilot now, then I was then... Ya' know, actually, there wuz something ”˜bout that ship that mighta made even betta ”˜en my own. You see, I...”

With the Sith escaped, Malin waits on the surface of Dantooine, expecting a call or greetings from some of his fellow Jedi. Giving a faint empathic burst of warmth for Kirana, Malin trecks out alone over the fields to his ship and takes off into hyperspace, leaving the lush world behind. There would always be other battles; and duty, heavy as a mountain, called to him.

The moment the Sith turned his back, Malin suspected foul play or some treachery and rushed forward. No one in their right mind turned their back like that with the potential for hostilities in the air. By that time, the Count drilled his hole and activated his detonator. Malin once more takes the Sith's action with stoic resignation. While calm, there was no delay of action- simply an intense focus on the necessary motions while accepting the situation as is. In almost every single encounter Kyrell had with a Sith, every single one, the Sith pulled some kind of hostage effort to make an escape. The Count's actions in turn left for no surprise. Raising his blade at the thermal planted in the wall, Malin uses the Fore to yank it out from it's hiding spot, holding it in the air. Prudently Force leaping back with several bounds to a safely remove himself from it's blast radius of 20 meters, giving himself an extra six for good measure, Kyrell concentrates, knowing what he needed to do next. With a guided Force throw, his caelstum flies from his hand, its razor edge marked for a single cut- aimed at severing the detonator's trigger from its baradium core. The blade flies true, severing the orb into two neat sections. Malin grips his blade and sends it returning home, cutting the baradium load into further sections. With his blade in hand, he glances up ahead. A 12 second delay with a formidable head start, but probably enough for the Sith if he was running like hell- and well he should. If not for the importance of these caverns to the Jedi, Malin probably would have given pursuit, but... duties balanced each other. Pity stirring in him, he could only shake his head. The Count was going to fall to the dark side, and his fellow Sith would not be pleased with his mellowing and heresy. It would be crude, and cruel, but it would be justice. Even so, Malin could not let Draken get away that easily. He sends out a general alert, his presence announced once in the Force as a shout across Dantooine, aimed at the Jedi on the surface. The Sith Master Count Draken infiltrated the caverns below and is making an escape. Be on the lookout and try to take him alive. With that done, the only thing left to do was despose of the remains of the thermal. Taking his blaster out, Malin sets it on high and, backing up more, using the Force to carefully scatter and dissect the baradium, eliminates the thermonuclear material with careful blaster shots, leaving spherical holes in the cavern floor. The threat passed, and the matter of attempting to apprehend the Sith passed to others better primed to deal with him, Malin set about making a quiet exit from the caverns back from the way he came. While he was less than enthusiastic about it, with his presence announced to the whole of Dantooine, quietly reporting in with the Grandmaster and the Admiral was probably in order.

Malin's senses prick up, sensing the arrival of Admiral Onderin Starlisk. This in tun causes a moment of hesitation, adding an unknown element to the situation and question of if he took stock in the accusations the Sith made against Malin as a peace breaker- though Malin also still thought that Mandalorian bounty hunter did a better job on the matter. That said, Malin knew for a fact that his interpetation of balance in the Force prophecy was correct. A regret came that Kyrell never had a chance to study with the Whills or read their famed journals, believed to be all but the word of the Force itself. "Balance is not maintained by kicking a man off a building on whim here, then on whim saving a child. Light and Dark are opposing forces, and they are at war. One's soul cannot be ordered unless one comes to term with that conflict." Malin's voice grows soft, pitying for the Sith before him, knowing that his efforts to achieve this balance inside would tear him apart, or lead him back to darkness.

Kyrell shakes his head, familiar with this argument. "Balance was restored when Vader dropped the Emperor to his death and was thought to end the Sith influence on the galaxy." Malin's voice is once more hollow as he continues. "The Dark side is powerful, but the way it motivates and brings about the worst in a person makes it corrosive, in turn hurting the Force. It is stronger, but cancerous to the soul. It can be used... but there's a price.. there's always a price... one that I believe comes from upsetting the balance, acting in ways that are unnatural and should not exist." There was almost a grimmace under his mask knowing to the core of his being how true that was. "Either way, maintaining you have made balance by committing murder in a callous fashion does not absolve you of your responsibility, your error, or your duty to atone."

Malin watches the display with dispassionate composure. He could feel the moment of vengence, the Sith's agony then the use of the Force to banish them back. Cold as ice, Malin waits until they are finished, adjusting his expectations that the attack would drop the Sith Master into a stupor. "It is not an attack I use," Kyrell replies simply when all was said and done. "It is an attack that one brings on the self. I only act as a medium, letting one reap what they've reaped." Malin probes mentally, cautiously hopeful. "Your actions create an imbalance in the spirits of those you have slain, upsetting the Force. Knowing this, what would you do to set things right?"

Malin's concentration flickers, watching the Sith's actions. He feels energy directed at the spirits he summoned back and reaches out with threads of the Force, anchoring them to return. His caelestum sparks on a blueish tint in the aftermath. "Balance? Is that the latest ratlonalization for justifying your wants and whims? Justifying mortal whim and agony afterwards as balance?" Malin's flat voice grates through his mask. "Your kind disgusts me. My actions on Coruscant were aimed at stopping further slaughter and to free those you would practice your arts on, to free them from torment and bond. Your order's selfishness sealed their fate... and yours..." "My reason, Count," Malin's voice goes hollow, even sepulchral, as his body takes on a blueish cast. "is I am the shadow, the hand, of justice." An almost mocking smile draws hidden across Malin's face. "And I am the reinforcements." Leveling his blade at the Sith, the blue glow errupts into a howling scream that reaches the count in less than a second. It is not lightning, nor any energy of substance, but spirit- three spirits mortally spun off from the coil by Draken. In an instant they reach the Count and give him a cold embrace, wracking the Sith with 3 overwhelming physically sensations- the pain each felt at their moment of death, condensed into one psychic and physical jolt to the system. Three moments of mortal agony wrack the Sith, threatening to overwhelm him and drag him into blackness.

Malin still keeps his blade leveled at the Sith. "I can respect that," he states slowly, "yet the company you keep does not share that same sentiment. You still wage unholy and vicious wars of conquest, practice and develop your knowledge by torturing and killing innocent beings." Malin strikes then- not with his sword, but with his mind. The Jedi and Sith link with a violent thrust and two scenes bubble up from memory, shared in a flash of blue light... *FLASH* A tinkling sound was heard throughout the entire building as slowly crystal began crawl up the fake Jedi Knight's legs and feet. From there it spread across to the Starfighter Pilot and began to transform living flesh into perfectly crafted crystal.... The crystal spread higher still as it slid up both men's waists and up over their stomach's. The looks in their eyes was one of pure agony, one such that Draken enjoyed and began to harness their agony to keep ther process going. With their agony harnessed for power against the Force, the crystal began to grow faster. *FLASH* Continuing to watch, Draken saw the ship crash through the building as the glass flew everywhere. "Good looking crash, now to have some fun with the workers of the building." The person beside him looked over at him strangely as he spoke and Draken arched his eyebrow. He flicked a finger and the man went flying over the railing and fell to his death with a scream... "That feels better. Now then onto business." Draken headed over to the formerly pristine high rise to where the workers were gathering with venomous curses filling the air. He began to twist their emotions which wasn't hard for him to do seeing as how the workers were already mad. He made one of the workers turn so that he noticed the ship land and saw the pilot leave the ship and yelled to the rest of the workers. The bond breaks, and Malin is no longer alone, accompanied by three ghoulish shades. Not an illusion these were real spirits, channeled back by Malin's necropathic bond. One looked broken, hurt by a long fall- another was a mess of crystals and shredded flesh from where he exploded. They stand there, waiting and looking balefully at the Sith who murdered them. "Tell me, Sith, how do you justify crimes such as these?" Kyrell's voice is flat and devoid of emotion. "No anger, but sick and twisted amusement? Such behavior is beyond reproach."

Malin gives a small nod of assent at that last statement. "The Force is a Living Force. All beings are light and dark, as is the Force, but there is a choice of which to use, Sith." He moves cautiously, pacing back and forth before the Sith, searching for an opening, realizing the stakes were raised with the draw of hte lightsaber. "A peace with the Force, one can promote harmony, peace, growth... life itself. Hatred consumes, dueling the Darkside's power through and in us. What do you chose to consume on your path to power? What drives your hate?"

Malin almost smiles beneath his mask, knowing very damn well to what depths the Darkside could ensare and consume a person. Indeed, it was the energy of the Dark side and Sith sorceries that in part held Malin's alchemy born body together. "The Dark is an absence of Light, the shadow of the Force born from negativity, hatred, and fear. Jedi do not fear the Dark, nor do they act in a way that feeds into it. They do not kill indescriminately and do not devalue others for their own ends." With that, haven spoken his piece, Malin's stance alters and in one fluid motion, he swings his blade, the flat of his blade, at Draken's inhead, insteanding to smoothly clock the Sith on the forehead and subdue him.

Malin pressed as Draken spun, causing sparks to fly as his blade cut through the chain mail, but avoided damange to the flesh behind. Malin advanced forward, pressing his caelstum out towards the Sith and leveling it at the center of his chest. Malin's other hand sliding down to his blaster, ready to shoot from the hip in case of any last minute treachery. "Lies," Malin states calmly, dismissing Draken's protestations of innocence, knowing full well the Sith Master did murder with hatred in his heart. "And we both know your Dark Lord conspired to break the treaty long before I showed up to stop your lot. I only regret I did not bury that monster alive in the Temple ruins." For that, Malin knew blame was heaped upon his head, but he did not care, knowing better. Even so, prudence suggested he stay to the Jedi Order's shadows for their protection from his infamy. "If you are so confident in your innocence, Sith, then let us face justice together. The Grand Mistress of the Jedi order and others are above. I will surrender to her judgment if you do."

"You're stealing, count." Malin, absent from the galaxy at large since his attempt to stop the atrocities of the Sith high command found himself wandering for a time- going after criminals, murderers, and the like quietly and unobserved. For some reason, Dantooine drew him back, giving him a sense of peace and familiarity despite its blood stained history- or rather in part because of it. Lost in meditation for the longest time in the crystal caves beneath the surface, Malin felt the buzz of familiar presences above as fellow Jedi embarked for training. Despite his efforts, his last few hunts against the Sith failed and Malin needed clarity of mind. The dark shape he sensed, the smell of death and murder jolted him from his retreat. Loosening his caelestum, he crept silently through the caves, letting his inate senses lead him on, using the Force to mask his passage from the Sith and even his fellow Jedi. Dropping down behind the Count of Serreno, Malin leveled his blade at him, digging the point into the smal of his back. He uttered the charge of theft, and then continued. "Surrender quietly," the Jedi advises. "You will be made prisoner to stand trial for your crimes."

Disembarking a freighter from Coruscant at a popular and neutrally aligned waystop for travelers heading around the galactic core, Malin finds his ship where he left it docked under an pseudonymn. Paying the docking fees, he fires up the Atropos and heads off into hyperspace, following a series of random jumps towards his destination.

Updating my character sheet: Real Name: Malin Kyrell Nickname: The Black Assassin Age: 25 Species: Human/Sith Undead Height: 6' 4" Weight: 185 Hair: Pale blond Eyes: Blue Sex: Male Homeworld: Nephelem Alignment: Good Clothing: Black armored jumpsuit, mask with multi-sensory visor. Weapon: Silenced black handled and bladed lightsaber with UV and blinding flash functions, adjustable length, and density. Ral'tath caelestum. two silenced blasters with scopes, VICE, gas, stun, EMP, concussion, and flash grenades. Concealed knife boots. Force User Inventory: A visor/air filter attatched to the mask he always wears and his weapons. Additionally a few dried rations in his utility belt, a small med kit for binding wounds, and a grappling/mag cable with claw for climbing, swinging. Posessions: A personal ship- Atropos, assorted weapons. Force Side: Light, (Dark, Ral'tath) Trained by: Tanya Trained who: Hou-Jo Poleb, Matthis, Afri Wayvern Current Affiliation: Jedi, Blade Master Current Rank: Master Biography: Created on the Sith tomb world of Nephelem, Malin was an experiment in Sith alchemy gone wrong. Born between the union a Sith Lord and the reanimated, undead body of a Jedi used in the Sith's experiments, Malin was born halfway between life and the undeath of Sith alchemy. Cursed as a necropath and a living bridge between life and the netherworld of the Force, Malin's senses are skewered around death- watching living beings as a steady stream of cellular decay, smelling the taint of taken life, and a decaying, rotting death touch caused by direct contact. He is unable to touch other living beings without harming them, and even ysalmari have been unable to blunt this wound-in-the-Force-like ability. While he seeks a way around this curse, he has in turn developed no immune system as microbes and viruses die on contact, so the end of his curse would likely cause Kyrell's swift death. The Nephelem Sith cult tore itself apart following a schism between its masters and Malin, still a child of 5 was one of the only survivors. The other survivor of note was another creation with similar and greater powers as Malin, Darth Thanatos, who lead the schism . Fleeing his homeworld, Malin's youth was a binge of madness. Haunted by spirits from the beyond and his innate, death aptitude in the Force, Malin turned towards the natural trade of a paid assassin over the next 10 years. Eventually purging himself of all emotion, he continued his trade, refining his skills, earning the nickname "The Black Assassin" for his attire and stealthy kills. A series of kills turned Malin's life around. The first breaking point came when he was required to kill a rival assassin whom he felt a bond with. Mortally wounded, she died in his arms and with a kiss, her life force taken by Malin's deathtouch. The second was a Jedi, who willingly laid down his life. Feeling emotion for the first time in years, Malin vowed to reform and atone for his sins. Joining the Jedi, he helped stop Darth Thanatos from unleashing a real wound-in-the-Force entity on the galaxy. Since that time, Malin has been a dedicated Jedi and seeker of justice, taking up the duties of a Ral'tath Blademaster. Styling himself as a ninja-Jedi, he does as he pleases, using his death sense and necropathic abilities to hunt down murderers and bring them to justice, or if necessary, bring justice to them with his skills. Quiet and often shy, Malin rarely opens up with others, but will fight to the end for his friends and the Jedi order.

As Kirana and her padawan talk, Malin quietly slips away, taking off to his ship. Leaving his padawan to Kirana's care. He takes Xen-Que's quiet appearance as an omen, a sign from the other Blademasters that it was time to clean house. He smelled death in the wind, likely his own, but after seeing about, sensing, and hearing about too much tragedy, he decided it was time to take matters into his own hands. The Atropos takes off into space, leaving Dantooine behind.

Wordless, Malin takes his gloved hands and pats Xen-Que in a comraderly fashion on the shoulder. Though his mask still covers his face, Kyrell's posture, stance, and overall bearing makes it clear he has a soft smile underneath. "The Force doesn't have whim. It has purpose, brother."

((My padawan seems to have gone AWOL...)) Malin tilts his head to the side, asking Kirana to look after Kenshi while he talked with Xen-Que. "It is fine, Master Poleb." He glances over at Kenshi, then continues with a wry twist in his soft voice. "Training is about done, and if nothing else, patience is a virtue for padawans to learn."

Malin halts his practice with Kenshi, immediately sheathing his caelestum. He gives a formal bow, acknowledging one he sensed and knew as a peer and equal. The moment he eyed Xen's caelestum, he knew it for truth, further recognizing him from the short time he helped train his brother. "Master Poleb," he begins. "I do not believe we have met before, though we are members of the same order. What has brought you to this location?" Like Xen, or even the Jedi, Malin did not believe in luck or chance. It was a matter of fate, and a matter of providence.

Malin, while having a fair measure of his padawan, found it interesting to learn that Kenshi was gifted with swordsmanship. Granted there was the sheath, but Malin payed it little heed. Instantly after the first metallic thud, Malin drops the pad, drawing not his lightsaber, but his caelestum. Though it was a weapon designed to cut and to kill, Malin is able to use the flat of his Force imbued blade to parry. "You're using a defensive stance," Malin notes critically and with approval, letting his padawan continue the assault. "Though you're implimenting parts of the Form I style," he suggests, a hint of his footwork creeping in, "there's a marked difference. Lightsabers are weightless until they strike and are better able to deflect attacks." Kyrell's parries grow narrower and more finesses, and soon he starts to repost, pressing attacks back at his padawan. "This is a blessing and curse as it allows more freedom, but requires more precise uses of force for that moment when physics resumes and they clash. A sword though, requires constant attention and constant weight and motion. You will need to be fluid and think your actions through, several steps ahead." Malin returns with a three part attack, ending with an attempted disarm, parrying around the blade to knock it from Kenshi's grip. "A sword can be graceful and beat a lightsaber, though it is hard. You will need to attack the hilt or the hand that wields it."

Malin assumes a profile stance, picking up a heavy piece of protective padding in the form of a shield. He braces himself, holding it forward. He was venturing into a slightly new territory here, but it felt right. Malin learned to trust his instincts and intuition, particularly on matters of the Force. He speaks on the mental level, using the Force so as not to disturb Kirana and her padawan's training. The basic forms I showed you can be applied to pure martial skill. Your telekenesis and Force enhanced strength and speed can be of use here. Strike fast and hard and learn to subdue your opponents. Practice throwing your punches and kicks and gain a feel for letting the Force guide your actions. Strike the center and put your all into it. Be graceful and firm. With that directive, Malin holds out the punching shield, letting his padawan strike at it. He holds it in place, then begins to move it, slowly, then evasively, forcing Kenshi to react with greater speed and accuracy to strike. As he focuses on training his padawan, Malin's sixth sense picks up something in the distance. He cannot make it out with certainty, but he swears he feels the presence of another Blademaster on Dantooine. He keeps that in the back of his mind, returning his focus to his padawan.

Malin almost chuckles at the small blush reaching Kirana's face. Almost. They were still Jedi Masters and had a duty to fulfill to their padawans, and that meant acting the part. Perhaps there would be time later to just talk. He watches her bequeath a training saber to her padawan and gives a warm smile. He'd helped a few people build their lightsabers from scratch, though his own came from different means, a different life, back when he was a bounty hunter. His gaze slides back over to his padawan, sensing a rising tide of apprehension, and in turn mentally catching glimpses into his padawan's mind. Kenshi's eyes! Of course! Malin closes his in thought, squaring this with that he knew. There had to have been another way, so perhaps... "There's something you should know," he begins, speaking to both padawans, but with his in mind. "Learning to fight with a lightsaber, or anything else is not about merely defending one's self or defeating one's opponent. It is a martial art, with the emphasis on art." He continues on his his soft voice, flexing his muscles, testing his joints. "Like any art, it should be beautiful, clean, and controlled. It is a matter of self-expression and should come from within. The lightsaber is used because it is graceful and has supreme utility, but with other weapons, be it guns, knives, staves, or even fists this rule applies. There are however, other means of using the Force to make your actions beautiful and with launching a worthwhile defense." "As in all things, control is key. You must be graceful and fluid. You must defend yourself and act with purpose to do so. You should try to avoid combat, but fight when necessary. Do not revel in it, and be willing to further the cause of justice everytime you lift your weapon."

Malin wheels around sharply, having felt the taint reach out and the earnest call come from his padawan. Malin too felt a tug at Coruscant from something particularly vile and evil. A brief scan of the Holonet and news on his way over to the Temple in his ship confirmed that feeling, much to his regret and disgust, but he was left to wonder if there was more than that where his padawan was concerned. "Coruscant will be very, very dangerous right now," he muses softly, thinking aloud. His failure to eliminate the Sith there marked him on that planet and caught the Empire's eye. Now at least two Jedi were in terrible peril there as well. Malin had no fear for himself, but for his padawan, it was a heavy responsiblity. "We will go whe we need to, but I wish you would have some more training under your belt first. How urgent is this call? This is your future and your life."

Malin glances back over at Kenshi. The idea of storming an Imperial prison like Oovo IV still had Malin's head scratching, leaving him entirely unsure how he would pull off a feat like that. Stealth and deliberation would be key, but failing that, proficient use with a lightsaber for both defense and for utlity could be the difference between life and death. He sensed Kenshi's desire to move out and while Malin promised his padawan self-knowledge, patience and the means ensuring he would be alive to profit from it came first. Malin, unlike other Jedi, didn't object to using a blaster when convenient, but the lightsaber was a defensive tool as well in a way that a blaster could never be. "We've worked through the footwork for Form I, but left if there. I was planning on showing how to work the rest of the body and lightsaber movements, then begin with a few more advanced techiques. If nothing else, a sparring partner could do the padawans some good and give them a chance to get the basics down among themselves."

Underneath his mask, which he was thankful for, Kyrell's smile is wry and almost bashful. Yes, fighting the Sith through Coruscant, ripping up the Sith Temple and Galactic Senate building would be news, not to mention the incredibly large bounty that earned him. Well, there was nothing to do about that but carry on. "It is a pleasure to meet you Jhoren. The Force is with you." Malin gives a short bow. "He's a Sith Lord, much like the rest of their lot. They rely on hatred as a short path to power and have no value or respect for life. He did something terrible here ages ago, one act that stood out among others; a he and another Sith named Bahrom Zar committed a vicious slaughter of many innocents. I came here initially feeling the need to talk with the spirits of those they set adrift." This was true. Malin could still feel the spirits of the dead here. Communing with their lingering presence gave him peace and furthered his resolve. They were patient, yet would encourage him to fight on for justice. Which brought him to his next point, his next mission. "Kirana, has your apprentice started work with a lightsaber yet? My padawan wishes to undertake a dangerous trial and I'd rather not have him go in unprepared. I'm in need of two training sabers if there are any on hand, or four if you have a mind." He adds the last softly and with a friendly note of challenge.