Eas-San Fenrir

Pyre stands motionless, raising his hand to eye-level to watch the epidermus bubble and pop, revealing his bones. The flames rise above him, scorching the ceiling with black tar but spreading no more due to the construction of these Tatooine buildings, heat prevention in the design. It continues to fan out though, covering the ceiling with a thin layer of an orange ocean. Around Sly, the civilians, the weaklings, began dropping dead once again but no physical signs of their passing was present. Like bugs, one by one, they crash out of their chairs onto the dirt ridden Cantina floor. Only, the keen senses of a Force user could feel the life energy from the drunken innocense being ripped out and rush towards the Sith, reviving his being at the cost of their lives. Force draining, a simple Sith Force ability, heals his wounds. Pyre watches as his hand soon falls down like baking bread back to normal and feels his body become excited with death. Fenrir, with nothing but his under robes on now and burnts patches of his outer robe, pounces forward from the flames he was enveloped in with his left hand outstretched, reflecting the shooting flames. The reflected fire travels little but Pyre's fast movements manage to grasp around the fingers of the glass wielding Master Prophet. Fenrir's right hand, holding the crimson light saber, keeps the Jedi's saber at bay as he crushes the glass holding hand with raw Sith power. The bones in Sly's hand begin cracking, and his forehand glows a light red as the boiling glass welds his fist shut. Pain could be seen in the eyes of Master Prophet though he tried to hide it. Pyre knew this man whom he was determined to kill. He knew his every sign of emotion. Throughout this battle, every human emotion had surfaced through the Jedi's eyes except one, fear. Neither men feared eachother, or feared the inevitable outcome of death. Once satisfied that every bone in the man's welded hand was broken, he lets go to unleash a fast left hook into Sly's face, sending him soaring into another of the Cantina's walls, not breaking the wall but simply sending a thick crack stretched from the ground to the ceiling. Pyre throws a table out of the way as he resumes his defensive stance... "I feel my old student... Begging for you dum-witted words..." Pyre speaks coldly, "You should have let him die a Sith but instead gave him an unhonorable death as your follower."

Eas-San lays covered under a light layer of the thick stone rubble of the Mos Eisley Cantina. The dirty drunks sitting at a table near by gape at the Sith with glazed eyes then gape even wider as he rises to his feet unscratched after passing through a wall. He begins to step towards Sly with, angling his own saber to match the position the Jedi was in. Pyre stops just before exiting outside again. He frees one of his hands from his saber and holds a tight fist back towards the bar. Then, suddenly, he opens his hand, busting all the bottles stashed behind the bartender for display, then brings his hand forward which sent the flurry of broken glass careening at the Jedi. The drunks sitting nearby collapse to the ground, their heads impaled by stray pieces of glass, while the rest pursue Sly. It was impossible for the man, the myth, the Master Prophet, to dodge all the pieces of glass, especially in the incredibly organized pattern Pyre sent them in. Protecting only the vital organs, glasses pierce multiple areas of Sly's arms and legs, sticking under his skin to constantly send the thrill of pain through his body. Fenrir brings his hand back to his saber as he breaths out, having his saber in a defensive position. His Sith rage casts a dull red light in the dark cantina, showing to Sly the Sith power of absolute strength, speed, and awareness...

Pyre once again stands to his feet, rising from the crater he had made in the wet sand which was now crusting on himself. He rubs his jaw in a sarcastic manner and then pops his neck to each side to show what little that massive attack had actually done to the Sith. The Sith training had made him hard, physical attacks could do little to Eas-San. Fenrir speaks with a cold tongue, "I was raised in filth, the filth of your Jedi ways. My return is to get retribution for you ruining my life, by taking yours. Running would only make me weak and leave you with no payment for your sins." Pyre's saber snaps up, pointing at the Jedi's form in the distance. The Sith begins to summon the Force around, filling his heart with anger and pure enmity, multiplying what Force strength he had before ten fold. His person is now come over with a drastic physical change: a constant shadow looms over his face, his eyes flicker with a sick sadisticness, his teeth clench, and his muscles oddly pulse for each beat of his heart. His eyes fix on the Master Jedi but his mind was everywhere, elusive, focusing on every aspect of the battle or what could happen in the battle. "Now you will see the power of the Sith. The power you hid from me and where you knew I belonged." The Sith's red saber shoots from Pyre's hand, soaring like a bullet aimed for Master Prophet's heart. It was on him in less than a second, catching his silk clothing and cutting off a mid portion of it. The saber continues to soar past him off into the distance. Pyre now springs with another saber as Sly reacts from renegade weapon. It took few steps for Pyre to get where Sly was, each step shaking the ground, sending loose rubble crumbling down from the crude stone buildings. The Sith's blade catches Master Prophet around the waist, who had no blade out to block the rapid attack, luckily the Jedi had amazing speed and came out with only about a 4 inch gash in his side. Pyre then spins the momentum of the blade around his hand so that the butt of the saber was pointing towards Stevenson. He quickly juts the metallic hilt into Master Prophet's stomach, giving a short shout of anger to increase the Force in the blow. The Jedi doubles over as he flies back to land on his butt, soiling his pretty getup. "Now you will die." Pyre brings the beam back to the front, muscles still rising and falling like waves, and the shadow of the darkside looming over him...

Pyre slowly gets up to his feet, heaving along the way. His face was emotionless as he dusts off his robes with one of his hands and turns to look Sly in the face, who was now only a few meters away. The Sith felt the Force coursing through his veins, amplifying his mind with each beat of his heart. "You dropped this..." Eas-San calmly says. Eas-San tosses the hilt of a saber to Master Prophet. Then lifts his finger to ignite the beam of energy. A light blue icey beam shoots out, illuminating the eyes of Sly Stevenson. The Jedi's saber. It had been quickly snatched in the single attack Sly had performed on his old padawan, sliding the Sith's hand underneath the robes as the relentless warrior lept at him. "It might be hard to kill me without one of your sabers," Pyre speaks again with the same look of indifference. The Sith warrior widens his stance and lifts his hands to get ready for an attack. His feet form wet mounds of sand on the outsides as they move and his hands soon flicker with the reflection of water. He quickly slams his fist down on the ground, sending tiny ripples of sand spanning out around his hand, similar to dropping a pebble in a lake, which die out just before reaching the prophet. The water's pressure slowly drops from the crushing of the metallic watermain beneath their feet, eventually weakening down to nothing but a light trickle. And Pyre resumes his stance from before. "Now I'll go, that was annoying me," Pyre says with a mellow tone. Pyre lunges forward, staying low and sweeping his feet beneath the Jedi. The jedi leaps in the air in which Eas-San raises his hands and begins yelling for each Force push he throws at the man. Several soar through the air in order to lead their target, their potency so high that they could actually be seen by the naked eye. Pyre soon follows after them, chasing his Master in the air and altering his own trajectory by manipulating the Force around him. On the way up, a red saber erupts in Pyre's hand...

A dark laugh begins to radiate through the Force as the wingless x-wing continues to spiral out of control towards the hotel, which had just caught site of the soon-to-crash ship. The weak could be seen frantically grabbing what belongings they could and practically jumping out of the windows and scurrying across the streets to get away from the two titans. A few could not make it, and just gaped outside their windows as their end was to come. The x-wing crashes into the Mos Eisley hotel, collapsing the structure and sending up an explosion 100 meters high. The flames feed off the dry atmosphere for a few seconds then calm down to a scorching inferno. Now it begins 'old friend From inside the flames, an indistinct form is seen rising, distorted by the waves of intense heat escaping towards the sky. As he continues his march forward it is clear that it is Eas-San Fenrir, untouched by the explosion and fire. A calm look covers his face as he stares across the town to meet the eyes of Master Prophet with the similar expression on his face. Pyre stops a few feet off from the flames. "Did you see this coming Prophet?" Pyre can faintly be heard over the flames, "Did you see this battle? Have you seen your death?" The Sith raises his hands towards Sly Stevenson and the flames seem to freeze behind him. It looks as if it were a picture or Fenrir had frozen time itself. Only the waves of heat still had movement. Then suddenly, the fire leaps forward, shrowding Eas-San once gain and racing towards the Jedi. It's potency grows as it takes up more and more oxygen on the way to consume the victim. Master Prophet remains motionless, once again. Just before the racing inferno hits him, the flames stop and begin collecting, building on eachother, to form a firey wall two stories high. Sly, still motionless, seems to look through the dense wall of fire, looking into Pyre's eyes. Then the wave crashes down like a tsunami, surrounding Sly and devouring him. Pyre lowers his hand with the fires now stopped at Sly's location, to burn his flesh...

A loud explosion suddenly occurs above Sly, the sound of a ship coming out of hyperspace. The legendary man stops to look at the sky with his battle ready calm exterior. A light cloud cover, a rare thing on Tatooine, blocks his vision of what ship had just arrived. Before long, an x-wing is identified as it breaks through the clouds, giving it a slight trail of white puffs drifting behind. Due to the distance and the strong glare from the twin suns, the pilot could not be seen but Stevenson knew who he was. Master Prophet didn't even have to use the Force to know that it was his old friend, his padawan, his mortal enemy. Something was different about Eas-San now, though. Sly had never been able to feel this part of his friend before. The Sith's mind was open and pouring off more dark energy than the Master Jedi had ever sensed before. His mind was consumed with death and bent on revenge. Suddenly, the x-wing opens fire on Sly Stevenson. The man continues to stand with his mellow disposition as bolts explode around him and the ship continues to dive down with no signs of slowing...

An odd looking package appears in Mara's room soon after the image of Leo fades. A skin satchel, holding the Rogue's former light saber, wrapped in the deceased man's dark hairs. Soon after, an x-wing is seen leaving the space station.

Pyre releases his foot after he feels the relaxing of muscles throughout Stovachi's body, and senses the new death echoing through the Force. The joy of taking the life of this traitor had just been robbed from him. All that time for nothing. Pyre begins to mutter to himself, "Did the boy release his own life... No... He's too head strong." After the statement, Pyre takes one of his lit sabers and slowly slices Leo's shirt down the middle. Then Eas-San waves his hand to remove the cloth from Roiju's back, sending a ripping sound as the fabric, glued by dry blood, comes off. The Sith, still holding his saber, steps back to glare at what he saw. Angellic wings were in place of the dark symbol Pyre had bestowed upon this corpse. Fenrir looks to the sky, trying to feel out if what he thought was true. It was inevitable what was to come. Indeed, this next battle would claim the life of one of them. Quickly and with the familiar look of apathy on his face, Pyre slices off the tatooed portion of Roiju's back. He takes it in his hand then summons the dead rogue's broken saber and wraps it in the skin. Next, Eas-San bends over and yanks a handfull of Leo's long dark hairs free from the skull and wraps those around the skin purse to keep it from opening. With the satchel in hand and calm steps to carry him, Eas-San Fenrir loads up in his x-wing and enters hyperspace.

Pyre presses down on Leo's head even more. "HAHAHA..." The Sith's head turns up then back to Leo, "You could never surpass me Rogue. The gap between us it too great. A chasm you could never cross, especially along your grey lines. Your true power, which I did notice, will be realized when you devote your life and studies to one area of the Force." Eas-San suddenly jerks his leg off and quickly plants it into the side of Stovachi, going into his chest where a gash had formed and covering his pant leg in blood. Stovachi juts in the air and quickly lands back down. "And you should know before any person, that the Sith would never pick the 'vulnerable' or 'easily manipulated'. I chose you because you were elite but now I realize the error of my choice. My first student has failed me and turned into nothing but a fool." Fenrir's foot makes two quick contacts with Leo's side again, then replants itself upon his head to watch him squirm in pain.

Pyre continues to trod forward, not even flinching as the broken saber leaves a scar in his cheak. He stops next to the dying body of Stovachi and kicks the other half of the saber away. The Sith's boot then lifts in the air and mashes on the head of the defenseless one. "That is why I chose you young one..." Pyre's tongue still spoke with a sinister tone.. "It must be quite amazing for you right now. I'm almost jealous... well not really. Experiencing death first hand. Feeling as the Force, which gave you life, take back which you have come to cherish." Pyre's mind keeps an invisible eye focused on the dead sabers off in the distance, knowing the boy could still be rash and try some futile attack though now it was impossible. His foot continues to press in on Leo's head, attempting to crack the skull.

Pyre looks down to see his hands going purple and can feel the pressure growing in his head as if he is hanging up-side down, a result from the stopping of his arteries. The Sith then analyzes the fresh wound on his chest and touches it with his free hand, taking pleasure in the stinging pain as he caresses it. A scar Fenrir would be proud of. "Pure dark energy... That was quite refreshing." The former teacher, beginning to get dizzy, notices the burnt hand of Leo. "The reason your hand burns is because you do not fully accept the darkside young one." Pyre's tone is now sarcastic, "A fine job in educating yourself and we all know my heart is small." This would be Eas-San's final attack... The area around Pyre grows suddenly dark, casting a pitch black shadow circle around him with a meter radius. Everything around seems to shutter as the man sucks in the Force from all things near him. The few plants instantly whither and ground below the two begins to shake. Another light saber suddenly shoots to Fenrir's hand, displaying his favorite attacking form. The glow of the two crimson sabers now illuminate Pyre's face, revealing a dark sinister look that the Rogue had never seen before. His teeth clenched tight and his eyes squint with his eyebrows down, it seemed as if he was in pain. Wind from the summoning blows his hair up, giving him an even more sinister look. Pyre's summoning of the Force cuts off the hold Leo has on him, sending a rush of blood to his open chest wound. It splurts on the ground and strangely evaporates the moment it makes contact. A powdery red hue now fills the air. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Pyre screams. Pyre moves forward lightning, with his screams trailing behind him like sound tails an airplane. The two sabers move to one side. Leo moves to block, catching one saber but the other slices his two-side light saber in half and continues to rip through, nearly cutting Stovachi in half. There's no way the boy could continue to fight now. Pyre lays crouched a few meters behind Leo, a sudden gail blows up behind him with a loud roar. His battle yells had finally caught up...

Pyre does as his old student wishes and charges forward once again. The dust had pretty much settled now, but some of the specks still lingered in Leo's eyes. The single crimson blade makes a slash to to cut off Stovachi's left arm but is blocked by the annoyance of the staff, a defensive weapon. Pyre quickly shifts his hands at this point. He holds the saber in his left hand with extra force and brings his right fist around to the open rib cage. Leo can't completely avoid this attack but moves with the fist to lessen the effect of the blow. With the sudden shift to Eas-San right, he swings his left foot around as he pivots on his right to smack Stovachi in the back of the head. The boy's next injury could not be prevented. If he were to let the foot hit his head, he would have jutted forward and have been open, and if he had rolled forward it would have freed the attack as well. It happens though. As the foot moves through the air, Leo ducks with his fast Force reflexes, causing their sabers to seperate. Pyre's free saber now moves down with great velocity, going through about halfway through the boys chest and continueing to move down towards his groin until Leo can get out of the way wreuthless path of the saber. Pyre leaps back again to witness his induced wound, still preparing for the next attack. "I'm amazed that missed your heart... Maybe it's smaller than you think..."

Pyre's eyes grew with excitement at the ignition of the boy's saber staff. Maybe this fight would actually get the Sith's blood pumping. Pyre lowers his stance even more as he prepares to pounce on his opponet like a cat catches it's prey, swift and not leaving the chance of a counterattack. But before erupting on Leo, the ground begins to stir below the boy and a wave of the dark Acrid dust emerges in front of him and slams into his body, sending a rush of the tiny grains into every crack of his squinting eyes. Leo's eyes couldn't help but water and it would require his full devotion in the Force until the dust could successfully be flooded out by the tears. Now, Pyre pounces against Stovachi. Their sabers cast a dim hue through the lingering cloud. The two-sided saber moves elegantly against Pyre's single blade but he was still getting use to the introduction of the dust into his eyes. The ability to swing a single saber faster works against him at this point. Pyre began to find little holes in Leo's defenses. He manages to get a stab through against his student's right shoulder and slashes a gash in his leg with a quick dash forward to leave his opponent behind him. Pyre spins around quickly, hoping to give a final blow to the head, but Roiju had skillfully spun his saber around his back just in time to knock the saber away. Pyre leaps back a few meters to give Leo a chance to attack in hopes of finding an opportunity to deal a fatal counterstrike through his defensive measures...

A dark laugh begins to stir the dust beneath Pyre's form. He begins to slowly stand up with the half broken saber in his hand, continueing to release his laughter. His voice now booms across the surface of Acrid, penetrating the soul of Leo causing him to stop in his tracks from the fear he did not yet know. The broken saber is hurled at Leo with such velocity that he has no time to dodge and it pegs him in the back. Stovachi takes the pain and the saber falls to the ground. "Do you think I would leave myself open to such an attack from YOU?..." Pyre pulls out another Light Saber within his cloak and the dark grin that familiarized his face returns. "...that stun saber is of little importance to me." "The measures I have to take to get you to actually fight. Fool." The crimson saber's hum of death fills the air, causing Leo's eyes to go wide. He could now feel the change that had come over former Master. The Sith had lifted the cloud blocking his mind, no longer was he playing games, but purely set on Death. The Death of the one that was standing before him now. "Perhaps after you are dead... You will realize that I am right. But your stubborness will never accept it while you are living..." Eas-San's leg suddenly snaps back in the socket, marking the beginning of his attack like a shot at the beginning of a podrace. His saber moves through the air like a rocket and slashes at the back of his old student. Leo can barely escape the attack and actually doesn't. The red beam of energy slashes through about an inch of his back, tainting the Sith symbol that was bestowed upon him. Pyre stops a few meter out from Roiju and widens his stance to get ready to attack or defend. "Now turn around and call your saber..." The sky grows an ominous dark as the fight truely begins...

The fool opening his arms when Pyre was still attacking got a swift side kick to the ribs which sent him flying through Acrid air and landing with a cloud of dust to welcome his landing. Pyre slowly paces towards the foolish one with his saber pointed down and arm slightly out, and began to lecture his student once again. Hopefully, the few minutes of his life will be enlightening. "For someone who was so quick to accept the darkside when their mind was clearest, you have no right to say what you are saying now." Pyre's steps continue at the steady eerie pace, "The Force is a constant you fool. To take life would not lessen the Force. To give life would not add to the Force. Everything is derived from it's glory. For me to strike the weak would only perfect this physical world, purging it of it's weeds. The Force is already perfect and can never be changed." Pyre stops, and addresses Roiju one final time... "Now that you know what sin you have committed against me, you shall be ripped out like all the other weeds. The veil will be lifted on my true power, and I will strike you down without mercy."

Those words filled Pyre with even more anger than before but he was sure to keep it in check, though that was more of a battle in itself. He lightened his stance as he continues to glare at the defenseless Roiju. Then raises his free hand to cover the body of "Leonardo Stovachi" from his own perspective, leaving only the calm face visible between the fingers. "Then you have chosen death" A sudden spurt of anger rushes towards Eas-San's fist as a powerful Force push emminates out towards Leo. The boy continues to stand motionless as the push smacks into him causing him to double over. At this exact instant, Pyre flies towards his once student with his saber in both hands and throws a powerful down swing against his opponent. The boy fluidly dodges the swing and the next flurry to come, with Pyre ready to make a defensive move if needed. Stovachi's movements were almost identical to Pyre's, when the Master was instructing his student, but those days are long passed. Now there was merely the pursuit of death. Pyre begins to talk calmly with a sinister tongue as he continues with his onslaught, "After I claim your life young one, your woman will be next."

Two of Acrid's familiararities are seen weaving in and out of the dense asteroid belt which shielded this 'beautiful' planet. Before long, they break the ring of rocks with ease, a sign of their high force abilities, and soar down to the dusty surface. Each ship lands, the Force-users exit their ships, and begin walking towards eachother. With a few meters in between them, Pyre stops with a facial expression that caused Roiju to mirror his actions. A grim look now covered the Sith's face: a blend of anger, torture, betrayal, and the constant smirk. He addresses Roiju with a dark tormented voice, "The anger from your love is NOTHING to what I feel now Roiju..." A saber slowly rises to Pyre's hand as he continues to talk... Eas-San's teeth now clench, "I gave you power. I gave you a new beginning. I gave you the DARK SIDE, but now you've thrown that all away!" Like the passing of a storm, the more calm Pyre suddenly returns, his norm, as the saber is grasped and the crimson blade rises, illuminating his deep eyes. "Now i shall take back which has been given to you. You will no longer carry my symbol on your back. A proper disbandment from the Sith..." Pyre stance widens as he prepares for the up and coming attack, moving his eyes to meet Roiju's with a soul ripping glare.

Pyre almost chuckles at the uncontrolled emotions of his student. He holds the action in though, and, with all respect, motions Roiju to follow him to the hangar. Their steps were swift and controlled, as if Satan's whip was driving them forward. "Hold your anger in young one, even now your energy is being drained by the Force." They reach the docking bay and Pyre crawls up to his X-wing, addressing Roiju on the way up... "Get my coordinates once I enter hyperspace. Our destination aught to give us enough distance." The two enter their ships and their ion engines seem to ignite almost simultaneously, echoeing a beautiful engineered hum off the station's metallic walls. Pyre's ship gets a good distance from the resting place of Roiju's love and enters hyperspace with a bright blink. The Star Fury is soon to follow.

Pyre nods in respect to Roiju's comment, then looks down at the peaceful Mara. Eas-San's mind began to wonder how someone can devote all their being to one person. It must be a defect from ancient human emotion, attachment. How easy is it to replace one person? How numerous are persons that resemble this one in many ways? With peaceful eyes peering down to the young Jedi, he speaks, "Her ears are not meant to hear what we discuss. The sooner we depart, the sooner you will be able to return Roiju." Pyre points at the sack in Roiju's hand and turned to look at his outfit. "It appears that there is an inkling inside of you in hopes of some adventure. Let us go my old student. She will be here when you return."

An x-wing docks in the space station holding his once student and that student's object of affection. The cockpit opens and Pyre leaps out with his robes flowing above him until he comes to a soft landing on the ground. Eas-San then turns to where he sensed the two lovers holding eachother and makes his way down the metallic hallway. Pyre barges into the room without even thinking of what could be going on. Immediately, he rotates away, "Sorry my friend, Didn't mean to invade your privacy." While still turned and not waiting for them to make a move or remark he begins to speak once again, "I need to speak with you privately, and by privately I mean beyond the reaches of the Force empowered mind. I'm in desperate need of your company for what I plan to do." Leo's former Master continues to display the lack of emotion he showed throughout the Sith's training, to prove that it is was indeed important business.

Eas-San's eyes suddenly go wide at his quick retaliation of tongue and puts his emotions back in check once again. He looks back at Sly with his apathetic face, managing to squeeze out a smile to cover up his rash actions. "Sorry old friend...," Pyre begins speaks in the tone familiar to Sly, "...the Sith ways." He hoped that comment would cover the snappy tongue and the wall around his mind. "Also, my mind is on my former padawan who is in dire need of my guidance..." Fenrir trails off for a few brief seconds as he seems to zone out in the situation circulating in his mind. "I must be off then Master if my services are not needed." Without anymore said, the Sith finishes his drink and heads out to where his stolen x-wing was stashed, throwing his hood up as he exits out into the harsh tatooine rays. Eas-San is seen leaving Tatooine

The dark cloaked figure slowly appears in front of Roiju, continueing to materialize between him and Mara until he could make it out to be an apparition of his former Master. The Sith's presence could only be sensed by his pupil, keeping him hidden from the female padawan in the adjacent room, sleeping with her tormented heart. His words spoken are deep and echoe through the mind of Stovachi. "Your former love has changed my once student, just as you have..." The form of Eas-San fades in and out but his presence and voice remains strong... "She calls you by your former name. The name of your past. The name of your weakness. She will always remember you as that shadow from the age now gone and will never accept what you have become. Your one fear, which I tried to extinguish through your training is slowly growing in the back of your thoughts, consuming them as well as your soul." "Take your light saber..." Leonardo's serpent saber appears in the hand of Pyre as he holds it forward, supposedly disappearing from his side. "Strike her down before she becomes a threat to what you have become. You are Roiju..." The image on the new Sith's back appears as Fenrir says his name... "You know what you have to do..." Pyre's image fades away just as it enters and leaves Roiju to ponder his thoughts...

"Don't start getting all mushy with me old man," Pyre says with a playful grin. Eas-San finishes off his drink with a few large gulps then slams it onto the table. A few bubbles dribble down the inside of the glass and settle in a small pool at the bottom. The Sith stands up off to the side of the table and sticks out a hand to his old master. "Let's go tempt fate one more time. Maybe we can die this time..."

OOC: HAPPY 1 YEAR JNET ANNIVERSARY TO ME! A simple smirk covers Pyre's face as he lifts up his eyes to meet his old master and then raises his hand to signal the waiter to bring another beer. Sly had seen better days but age still seemed to have not caught up with him. He manages to avoid it somehow. Eas-San leans back on the firm cushions and casually says in a deep monotonous voice, "I would think so old friend. I've been to hell and back. It's the only way to truely accept the darkside." "And yes, the Sith's location is no longer a secret to us but it is still heavily fortified," Pyre pauses, mind still consumed with images from the past, but then continues, "Are we ready for the next phase?" Another dirty glass filled with the yellow liquid is set on the table. Now that the party had arrived Fenrir began to sip away.

The x-wing soars down out of space and comes down upon the sand ridden land of tatooine. It comes down over one of the urban areas and lands in the public hangar. He hands his credits to the owner and heads out to the streets. Pyre's hooded figure blends in with the residents on the streets, shielding themselves from the double dose of sunrays. He and they turn their head to the ground with enough of a peripheral to just barely tell the direction they are going. He was almost there. A silent roar picks up as the Sith knight gets closer to his destination. The music and argueing fade in and out as the cantina's doors swing open and shut from the customers. Pyre walks in and finds a table for two. He sits silent, lost in his thoughts, trying to recollect his past few months. So much he had gone through: successfully accepting the darkside, taking a student to pass on his knowledge, and now his time consuming mission had finally been complete. His mind goes even farther back as he looks outside a window at the desolate scenery. It was at this exact place that the Force was introduced to him. Since then the Force's many faces had been revealed to him. The waiter brings over the cheap beer that these cantina's are accustomed to. Pyre then falls into a daze as he peers through the yellow liquid sitting on the table...