Tatooine

[Leinemaster]

Isham, having received his instructions from his master, continued his focus in the Force to sense his surroundings. As he does, he begins to feel himself moving toward the forward exit of the med center. He did not try to understand why he was doing this, he just let go and trusted the Force. He walked calmly out the door and into the open street. As he did, he scanned around the area looking for clues to the first obstacle.

[Dwight]

When he first heard the reply he thought Isolder would forsake him for not answering with one of the given choices and when the ground began to shake he prepared himself to be swallowed up by some unknown entity. Surely he would not end up dead for such a simple thing, but he also knew that some of the groups out there were very specific in the way things were done and would kill another just to keep things that way. Then the other spoke again saying the simple phrase "Par'sa."

 

Dwight mumbled a bit, unsure of what it meant he thought to himself, "Hopefully that isn't some ancient tongue meaning to leave me out in the desert...". Then the ground opened up, rather completely disappeared from below him. The sudden sensation of his gut wrenching as he fell into an unending void did not great him though, rather he was just floating in the cold, bleak void that was space. He watched on as Isolder appeared before him, it was obvious that something was off about him from the second Dwight laid eyes on him this time.

 

"Blade Master..."

 

He nodded his head, acknowledging that he understood the beings that now possesed Isolder. His brown eyes scanned over the the figures dancing in the darkness wielding odd, yet powerful weapons. He only returned his attention to the being before him when it spoke up. He listened intently to all of the information it passed on to him. With each word it spoke, Dwight knew this was the perfect place for him to be. The planet that appeared below them caught Dwight by surprise and now he felt that feeling of being dropped from a high altitude that he had missed earlier.

 

Dwight gazed upon the mountain. His first of many challenges. The first leg of the trip looked easy enough, but as the mountain grew in height it also grew in difficulty. He nodded his head towards the Ancestral Spirits and began his trek to the base of the looming giant. Closing his eyes he lifted his head up gathering the strength for his task within him. Once finished he began his task of moving up the mountain, curious when his first encounter would be.

[Prince Vegeta Isolder]

Dwight's climb was harsh and treacherous. The Spirits allowed him to get a third of the way up the mountain before they began to speak. This time they did not speak through Isolder. Their voices merely resounded in his mind.

 

"Listen as you climb, and listen carefully. The things we teach will not be repeated and you must memorize it all. We are the Ancestral Spirits, as we explained to you before. But we are not deities or gods. Ancestor refers to all those who have left the physical shell of their body and now act as advisors to the living. We are the most powerful of those who have died, and now we seek to advise the Generation and protect them from darkness. The Generation refers to all living sentient things, anything that still lives within your realm. It is essential that you learn to both interract with the Ancestors and the Generation. You must exist somewhere in the middle. Then you will have access to great power, and be charged with a great responsibility."

 

The ground began to rumble and shake as it had before, but this time it did not let up. Large rocks tumbled down striking Dwight hard. The cut into his skin, and bruised his body.

 

"If you wish to live, you must use the Force to steady yourself. We know you have not been trained much in the Force. But that should not matter if you are truly a Par'sa."

 

Dwight could now see through the heavy fog ysalamiri crawling up the rocks around him. A few tumbled off to their deaths.

 

"A Jedi or Sith would be without the Force in this situation. But a Par'sa Blademaster is not. The Force is visible to them, and they are immune to ysalamiri. To bring forth this power, you must call upon the righteous strength in your heart. It is what makes you fit to judge others. You must be able to see the Force, and harness it. If you can do that. the ysalamiri will not affect you."

 

The shaking intensified.

[Dwight]

Dwight twisted to the side just as the first of the rocks tumbled down past him. It was obvious he wouldn't be able to avoid them for long as another hit him from behind, cutting into his shoulder. He listened as the Ancestral Spirits spoke to him. As soon as the mentioned steadying himself through the force he tried to reach out to it and use it in such a way, but he couldn't touch it. It had left him in his time of greatest need.

 

It was then that his dark eyes caught sight of the things crawling around him. It was their fault he couldn't touch the force. He reached out to start to toss them away, but as he grabbed at the first of them a large, pointed rock cut into the top of his arm on its way down, causing him to yelp out in pain. He could feel sweat dripping off of his face and blood sliding down his body in various areas now. Once more he listened as they spoke to him.

 

He looked towards the top of the mountain, focusing himself as he did. Deep inside he knew what he was doing was right. He had given up his previous life, his family, his friends...all of it just too seek out a way to help those that needed it the most. To save the weak, to protect the innocent. Slowly a silver hued mist began to swirl around him, not the normal fog that was already here...But a silver mist.

 

He could feel faint traces of the force flowing around him, yet he couldn't grasp enough of it yet to truly use it to any real advantage. He would over come this challenge, he had too...If he did not, he would not be able to go on and do the things he had sworn to himself that he would do. His life was not what was on the line here, the lives of countless others were. If he failed here, he failed them.

 

Blinding pain filled his left hand as a rock hit it on its way down, squashing it between itself and a hard place. Dwight lost his grip with that hand, causing him to be left hanging on by only one hand. He clenched his teeth as the wind caught his loose brown locks, tossing them around. The silver mist around him deepened, turning to a clear shade of white as the force returned to him just in time.

 

He slapped his other hand up, gripping the rocks again and pulling the force to his body. He could scarcely believe what had happened. He took the time to look around and make sure the Ysalamiri was still around him just to make sure it was all real. The mist was thickest when around him, yet it was still oddly thin. It was the force, showing that while he was the strongest material being around here in the force, he had yet to reach his true potential. He had completed his task, and despite the small pains around his body he continued to make his way upward now.

 

"I have not failed the people.."

[Zadkiel]

((Since the hutts palace was locked I shall post here..))

 

A small freighter dropped out of hyperspace above the giant Desert planet of Tatooine. The man piloting the freighter waited high above the planet for the shuttle he had called in to arrive. During his wait he was able to catch up on some much needed sleep. His rest was long and lacking any sort of dreams. He had worked hard for an entire week with little rest, forcing his body to break old limits. He was no fool though, he didn't plan to go into combat without the required rest. Such a thing would surely result in death.

 

Zad woke up to the faint beeping on his console, informing him that the shuttle had arrived as scheduled. He sent a comm to the ship holding the coordinates of the Hutts palace. The two ships descended upon the planet quickly, flying low over the dune sea. He could make out the large Palace off in the distance. He was still unsure of how much resistence would be put up, but that wouldn't matter in the end. No matter the difficulty Zad would come out on top.

 

"That's just the way these things work."

 

Zadkiel landed his ship first, not bothering to completely shut it down as this wouldn't take long. He stepped out into the blazing Tatooine twin suns, shielding his eyes against them at first and taking in his surroundings. Dark tendrils stretched out over the palace, reporting everything they found to their Master and commander, Zad. His pants were tight around the waist, with his saber clipped to his belt. He hadn't bothered with any sort of armor or even a shirt, opting to do this one with as little as possible.

 

With a simple wave of his fingers two of the Acolytes moved forward and set some charges on the front gates of the Palace. A small eyeball like device popped out to see who was here to visit the Sith. The only thing it was able to register before being destroyed was sand erupting into the air thanks to an explosion. A few seconds later the Sith apprentice was marching through the new opening and looking to the two guards charging him.

 

"Piggy piggy..."

 

Scarlet energy burned the ozone as Zad's saber burst to life, cutting the first guard in two and decapitating the second. He didn't pause for a second as he moved into the Hutt's palace. The scarlet glow cut out after a few seconds as he walked through a small hallway, followed by the Acolytes, and into the main chamber. Once again his saber was out, deflecting a blaster bolt back at the one that fired it. It hit him in the nose, frying him.

 

"A bit lower then I wanted..."

 

In the next few seconds various living beings took their last breath. Zad moved through the bodies and people faster then many of them would be able to catch. Only ten people remained and he didn't wish to use his weapon of choice upon them. Shutting it off and clipping it to his belt he sprang up and over the head of one of the guards, gripping his elctro-staff and stealing it away. In one quick motion the mans skull was crushed and blood was sprayed across the walls.

 

Shutting down the staff he finished off five more in a similar manner. All that remained was the Hutt. Zad watched as the Acolytes fired ten darts into his gut, stunning him them putting him to sleep. Tossing the staff aside Zad barked out various orders. Over the next few hours the shuttle was loaded down with various supplies and technologies. A few of the hutts own cargo ships were borrowed so as to keep them from having to make a second trip.

 

Once the shuttles were on their way to Kamino Zad entered his own ship and followed suit.

[Prince Vegeta Isolder]

The Spirits were silent for some time as he continued advancing. Dwight was two-thirds of the way up now. He had been climbing for several hours, half of that time spent using the Force around the ysalamiri. It was a tiring test, and no doubt Dwight would be exhausted. But it was not nearly complete. He would have to find the stamina of a hundred men if he wished to complete his training.

 

"We hope you now see the nature of this training. There is much to teach you about how to judge souls, and the tools you can use to further this task. You will need to master these concepts instantly. This is much different from Jedi or Sith training. There will be no time to practice a technique. You must attain instant mastery or die trying."

 

Dwight came to an outcropping at last.

 

"Stop here. You will continue the climb from inside the mountain."

 

Dwight could see cracks now all around him. Red lava was visible flowing through these cracks. This mountain was a volcano. Dwight could also see three doors before him. They each gave off a particular aura.

 

"This is another test to ensure you can see the Force now. A Par'sa can not only tell whether or not another person has Force ability, they can tell what alignment that ability is attuned to. This is known as Awaken. Light, dark, or balanced, you can tell the difference. Since the Par'sa represents balance, it is only fitting that you must pick the door that gives off that aura. Choose either of the others, and you will unleash the fury of the volcano."

 

Inside lay, if Dwight chose wisely, the most difficult challenge of his entire life. Dwight would learn how to wield the weapon of a Blademaster, if he had the courage.

[Dwight]

Dwight did not concern himself with the Spirits silence as he climbed ever upward. He knew they would speak to him when they saw fit. He was slightly grateful they had yet to speak since he was able to put his full focus into the task set before him. He had made it two-thirds of the way, but the last third would be the hardest since the air was getting thinner and his own energy was rapidly being depleted.

 

He paused only to catch his breath as the Spirits spoke to him. He held some measure of doubt that he would be able to master anything instantly, but when faced with death a man could do amazing things. His left eye brow raised up as he was informed that he would continue his climb from inside the mountain. His first thought was of how such a thing would be possible, but as he looked around he noticed the cracks in the mountain. This didn't soothe him any, considering their was Lava flowing through said cracks.

 

The young Blade Master to be faced the doors, watching their auras with his newest of abilities. Each had a different color floating through the mist surrounding it, but how he was supposed to know what each color meant was beyond him. The door in the center had a shimmering dark blue hue that mingled with the mist about it. The door to the left was a deep violet. The one to the right was a yellow that could rival the sun in it's brightness. Of course he could tell that each door was the same color, yet the mist around them was different.

 

Blue was usually associated with good, with love. Nothing sprang to mind concerning yellow, the only thing he could identifiy it with was the blazing sun above Tatooine, it's brother a deep orange. Yellow and blue were also primary colors. The only one missing would be red, but if the third door had been red he would be truly confused. The violet door was a secondary color...

 

The choice would be relatively simple if one door were red, another blue. Since that would leave violet as the middle ground. The choice was hard, even more so knowing that if he chose wrong the only thing that would be greeting him was death. Closing his eyes he reached deep inside of himself, tugging the subtle strings of the force as well as putting his newest power to use.

 

"Guide me to that which is balanced, that which I am chosen to follow.."

 

As Dwight opened his eyes he watched the violet mist swell into the air, encircling the doors knob before quickly drifting back towards the ground to resume it's former position. The young man nodded his head and moved towards the door. He rested his hand on the handle...pausing for a few seconds. Then all at once he pulled the door open. Nothing. Nothing rushed out to consume him, to burn him alive. He had chosen right.

 

He stepped through, unsure of what to expect next....

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp had acknowledge the blademaster's leaving a while ago howeverthe suddenness of it still in a way bothered him. However long since then he had finally decided to walk up to the poster on the wall which revealed nothing more that a small bug had made it's nest in one of the eye holes that the pictured had been portraying.

 

Also during this time he had mediated, streched and practice once more the projecting of his force signature onto something else. He was starting to become quite good at it really, soon he would move on to other ablities for the force. However for now he was simply practicing on his chosen technique and on how complicated he could make it become. As well as how confusing. He had even strenghtened up his ablity to project a likeness of his signature. The biggest achive ment for him however was that he had done it all in under thirty minutes.

 

Leaning aginst a somewhat cool wall inside of the midical facility he figured that if his padawan did not complete the course in an hour he would simply teach his padawan force sppeed and then make his padawan run around a block until he could do it in under a minute. It would let him practice the force and also serve as good motivation for the next exerise.

 

Detaching himself from the wall he simply tilted forward and caught himself with his hands before he hit the floor. Then with a bush from his calf muscles he sent himself into a woobly but managable handstand. Sinking into a mediative state he figure it would be interesting to try and maintain his balance, as well as keep the blood from pooling inside of his head al while trying to mediate. After about three minutes of this he careful leviated his lightsaber off of his belt as well as a chair and a few of the rocks that his padawan had been leviating earlier. Then causing all of the items to spin he would test himself to see how long he could keep up such an act.

[Leinemaster]

*Whoosh*

 

Before Isham had a new thought he ended up in the middle of the Dune Sea - with mountains all over, he was in a pit. how did I get here? he thought. No matter, the Force guides me and challenges me just the same.

He futher entrenched himself with the Force and allowed it to grab hold of him, then he felt himself prepare to jump. As he pushed off, he felt himself flying far off the pit floor, then just as he passed the top of the pit, he felt himself moving towards the edge, then decending to the shelf above and landing softly. Isham looked around to find nothing but vast desert with mountainous terrain. No sign of any spaceport city. Entrenched within the Force, Isham searched the area for clues to his destination. As he did, he began to run, but not just an ordinary run - the Force was helping him here. He dashed right towards where the suns were setting.

He came to a stop at a cliff - overlooking the spaceport city Mos Eisley. It was a long way down. He sensed that it was a challenge, but achievable. He began to leap downward as if he were a bouncing ball - albiet controlled - by the Force. His legs absorbed landing after landing until he reached the base of the cliff. Mos Eisley was not visible anymore, but now that he has some sense of where to go, he was able to get....

 

*something else happened - but what?*

 

He found himself in the middle of another realm of the desert, but nearby was a moisture farm homestead. He closed his eyes and dug deep. Attempting to sense his position...

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp's mind had begun to wander a bit. Not so much because of what he was doing, but mainly because he kept wondering what was happening to his padawan. From what he could tell his padawan kept blacking out. If that was the case then his padawan would need to hydrate himself and or quit the obsticle course.

 

Scorp made amental note to himself to check his padawan's mental and physical health before he moved off world.

[Leinemaster]

The Force flowed through Isham as he gathered his senses. He recognized that he was still near Mos Eisley. He was only about twenty minutes out. At the moisture farm, he encountered a protocol droid that was tending to a vaporator. The droid picked up a canister of water from nearby and handed it to Isham who promptly drank it. He acknowledged the droid and proceeded to Mos Eisley. There were plenty of challenges ahead of him and he saw time was running short. Upon reaching the spaceport, he returned to the med center where his master promptly checked upon his medical status.

[Prince Vegeta Isolder]

A massive cavern appeared before Dwight's eyes. Rivers of lava poured all around, on occassion spurting up into the air as the mountain belched. But there was a clear path to the center. A bridge of rocks led from Dwight's location to the center of a fire lake. The bridge fanned out in two directions circling the middle of the lake, before meeting together again on the opposite side. On the opposite side Dwight could see the bridge stretch ahead before it met a staircase that winded upward, out of sight.

 

"Advance to the center of the lava lake. This is your most trying test yet. It is also the last moment that you will be able to change your mind. If you think you can survive the training, reach both your hands into the lava. If you do not think you are ready, walk back out the door. After this point you will either become a Par'sa or perish. If you back out now, you will return to your old life, and have no memory of these events. The Spirits would not fault you for this decision."

 

The cavern rumbled again, sending lava spilling over the bridge. It receded, and the hot rock cooled instantly.

 

"Do not forget our warning. You can die as easily here as you can in your realm. Tread carefully, and be certain before you put your hands into the lava."

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp noted that while his padawan did not have the telling signs that his padawan had completed the entire course sucessful he did have the signs of at least attempting somthing. That and of wandering around in the desert.

 

Bring his body and mind to a more relaxed state he slowly lowered everything back to the floor execpt his lightsaber and then sprang up from his handstand. As his saber fell toward the floor he reached out and caught it and promptly clipped it back on his belt.

 

Taking another look at his padawan he figured that a medical examination would indeed be fitting. However after twenty full minutes of the exam Scorp saw no true reasons yet of why his Padawan seemed to be having the problems that he did.

 

As they walked away from the Mdical facilty Scorp handed his padawan a canteen full of water and chemical solution.

 

"Drink your fill you certainly will need it. One to replinish the amount of liquids you have already lost. And so that way you won't die from the liquids that you are about to lose."

 

Suddenly stopping in the middle of the road he faced his padawan.

 

"Remember how you were able to feel the force flowing throw you. Well imagine it aiding you, boosting your stamina, your stength, and your speed. A jedi has the abilty to boost his or her's natural ablites such as making one's eyes sharper or runngin at speeds no normal human could achieve. If such a crass example shall help you then so be it. Imagine that the force is a Stim. You can take it and suddenly improve as the stim reacts with your muscles. Well a Jedi can directthe force to aid he muscles, he can cause them to contract or expand, to clean up their byproducts or to make them work overtime. So Padawan I am going to give you a little practice, I describe how to do it now you must simiply do."

 

Walking over to a low lying building Scorp stood at the base, suddenly he leapt into the air to come to a balanced perchon top of the building.

 

"We are going to play a game of tag in the Blazing heat. I will use the force to aid my muscles and you will have to mirror me before you have any chance of catching me."

 

Scorp smiled and then looked to another building that was a good ten meters away. As his padawan started forward Scorp leaped from his perch and quickly landed on the next building. He figured that he shouldn't get out of eyesight of his padawan lest his padawan totally lose him.

 

((You this will be a three posts tag game. Upon the conclusion of the third post I shall deem if you caught my char or if you fail.))

[Dwight]

Dwight's eyes scanned the cavern, taking in each detail and committing it to memory. He had learned during his life time to keep a weary eye on your surroundings and that even the smallest of details could be the different between success and death. The heat inside this cavern was immense thanks to the rivers of lava all around him. He took a step forward towards the bridge crafted of rocks. Then the Spirits voices began to reverberate off the walls as they spoke to him.

 

The task they set before him seemed impossible. How could the expect him to just reach into Lava? Yet, if he did not then he would not be able to continue on his journey. If he returned to his old life he could always seek out Tristin and continue his Jedi training, but the thought of what if this path could help him more in the long run kept eating at his mind. Suffering a thousand hells just to save one extra life would be worth it, this was just one of those many hells surely.

 

Dwight stepped forward onto the rock bridge just as some of the lava burst upwards, coating the bridge in a bubbling red liquid that quickly dried. He watched it for a few seconds as some unseen wind blew his brown tufts of hair about. Each time he stepped forward a bit of lava exploded upwards. He had to pull the force unto himself, honing his already sharp reflexes so that he was able to dodge the random bursts of molten lava.

 

The young Blade Master to be quickened his pace, moving to the center. For what seemed like eons he starred down into the thick substance, thinking over his decision. In the end he knew what had to be done. He knew that he would survive this training and become a Par'sa. Returning to his old life was not an option. He got down onto his knees and held his hands over the heated lava. He could feel his hands began to burn a bit, though with as close as they were they should have ignited in flame by now. Raising his head to look to the roof of the carven Dwight spoke at the same time he plunged his hands into the lava.

 

"I will be a Par'sa!"

[Mira Jesra]

The Jade's Run came out of hyperspace above the desert planet setting in the co-ordinates for one of the desert farms. Mira headed in to land, making sure that she wasn't followed, or that anyone else was in her vicinity. There was a convenient cave system not far from the farm in which she headed now, taking her ship in under stealth on the radars, coming in low and fast. Her freighter slowed, heading into the mouth of the cave and travelling down the passageway to the underground cavern where she turned about and set her ship down. Once the dust had cleared, she told Matey to remain prepared for a fast getaway if it was required.

 

Mira strapped on her blasters, slipping in a dagger to her boot and a blade to the sheathe on her back. She moved through to her hold and slipped down into the smuggling compartment below the deck. Down here she had another secret compartment, one for specialised small items. She also had her legitimate cargo in the more”¦ obvious location. Retrieving the smuggled item, she slipped it into her pocket and climbed back out, closing all her compartments so that they were sealed and not obvious as what they actually were.

 

She headed out of the ship, staying in contact with Matey and having things set up so that the droid would lower the ramp in an instant if it was required for her to make a quick get away. Her comm. link was open so the droid would record her conversation for her own protection. This was one of the more”¦ difficult clients that they had to deal with in the past. She approached the Twi'lek and Rodian cautiously as always, every part of her alert to danger. Something was tickling the back of her mind, some inner caution that she'd always had and always used.

 

Mira stood her ground, keeping herself looking casual as she acted out the part of the confident smuggler.

 

”œPayment first then the stuff gets handed over. Same deal as you've had with the old man.”

[Leinemaster]

After he drank the canteen down, Isham did not hesitate in dropping it and jumping to the roof of the building. He observed his master leaping from building to building and getting further away. Before he knew it, Isham was doing the same - the Force flowing through his body and aiding his distant leaps. He channeled the Force in more than one way. It first help his leaps, and at the same time, he used it to aid in maintaining his metabolism in the searing heat.

 

5 buildings later as he pursued his master, he took a glance and saw his master was changing course...

[Mira Jesra]

Mira's arm was aching, she needed to get it seen to but didn't want to be obvious about it. She'd done her patch up job from the blaster wound, though needed to get it seen to. If it was one thing she wasn't, it was a medic. She new the basics of field dressings, everyone in her business did. She wandered through one of the market places, slowly, taking in the sights of the markets as she meandered along.

 

Coming across one of the public medical centres, she slipped inside, leaving the hood of her cloak over her head until she actually was in with the doctor. He patched her arm, no questions asked, providing her with some stronger pain meds. She thanked him, raised her hood again and left, feeling a lot better than she had been. She'd get hold of a second hand medical droid for in her ship and then she wouldn't have to worry about it.

 

Back out in the marketplace, Mira stopped by a jewellery stall. It had all sorts of interesting stones. She chose one that was a deep amethyst in colour, almost a crimson tint in its shade. It would make a nice pendant. She continued on around the stalls, also looking for any smuggling work she could pick up. She slipped the stone into a pocket within the inner folds of her clothing and moved on again.

[Leinemaster]

Isham altered his course in pursuit of his master. Gracefully sensing the Force around him and leaping from rooftop to rooftop, Isham continued on his forward progress and kept a keen eye on his master who was taking ever larger leaps and furthering his distance. Isham gathered himself within the Force and increased his leaping distance and speed to close the gap - while watching his health to prevent loss of consiousness in the searing heat. He channeled the Force through his body to maintain good vitals.

 

His master changed course once again and leapt right past him. Isham stopped his leaping and reversed course...

[Prince Vegeta Isolder]

As soon as his hands hit the lava, the man was struck with blinding agony. His skin was melting, and then the bone itself was burning. Dwight could feel his hands being destroyed. The Spirits spoke,

 

"If you pull out now, you will be killed."

 

To emphasize their point, the bridge beneath Dwight sank until Dwight was standing on a very tiny island. One movement in any direction would send his whole body into the lava.

 

"Hold on until you feel the handles of the Blademaster's blades in each hand. Then pull your hands out."

[Dwight]

Dwight's brown eyes went wide at the pain. At first he thought he had failed and no death would be his only escape from this worldly pain he was experiencing. His skin was shriveling and being melted away and there was nothing he could do about it. Soon his bone was starting to burn as well. Closing his eyes he pulled his mind from the pain and focused on the living force around him to ease it.

 

When the Spirits spoke, they did so in a way that made him realize that perhaps this was part of what was supposed to be happening. It didn't take long for him to notice the bridge sinking, soon there would be barely anything protecting his entire body from the same fate as his hands, but at least his hands were replaced easily. The swirling mist around him swelled about his body, giving him balance beyond the mundane. The nerves in his hands should have been cooked and burned by now, yet he still felt the pain.

 

He refused to pull his hands out though. Not only would it mean death, but it would mean failure. The mist about his body began to sink into the lava, reaching out to something else that was strong in the force. Directing his attention to whatever was barely the molten lava, he continued. There were two of whatever they were, he assumed them to be what he was waiting for. The weapons of a Blademaster.

 

He only felt one handle at first, but after a few seconds he felt the second. Finally knowing he could withdraw his hands, or what was left of them, from the lava he did so. As he did he lifted the weapons, revealing them to the Spirits and himself. The blades were large and intricate. The first had a hand guard that arched downwards, the blade itself had a razors edge as it curved upwards. The second had hand guard that arched upwards, its blade had tiny grooves and teeth.

 

He looked on as the first pulsated in sky blue shade, the second in a deep crimson. He twisted them around in his hands, taking in their entirety as he waited for his next set of instructions.

 

((hope that works..))

[Leinemaster]

Isham continued following his master, but he soon realized he was not gaining any ground in his pursuit. Every 10 meter leap was met with one from his master, every 25 and 50 meter as well. Each diversion cost valuable time.

 

He felt a presence in the Force. He then closed his eyes, and jumped down to the ground at the base of the buildings. He ran as fast as he could, using the Force to aid his legs. His dashing took him toward the presence he felt in the Force. It was also moving. He also recognized his surroundings, being able to thread the needle without damaging objects or hurting townspeople. He felt the presence become an entity and it drew ever closer. Once he felt himself within 10 meters of the entity he leapt up with all of the Force behind him and landed upon the roof right beside the entity. He then tapped the entity.

 

"Tag. Your it"

[Fynn Relmis]

An urgent message arrives for Master Isolder, and by extension all jedi on the planet.

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Master Isolder,

 

My name is Fynn Relmis, I, like you am a follower of the light. I send you this message as an urgent request for your help. A time has come for all jedi to unite and take on the growing darkness before it consumes all we hold dear. I realize that you may be in the midst of treining, and that this message may catch you at an inconvienent time. However, the times are dire, and the need has never been greater.

 

I beg you to come and bring all that you can, for without you we are fare weaker then with you. I plead with you to come and stand with your fellow jedi once again.

 

----

 

The desperate message ends, as quickly as it came.

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp quietly streched his legs as he awaited his padawan's approach. He could feel his padawan coming in the force almost as if he was an overexcited puppy from his homeworld.

Closing his eyes he projected himself on another, wrapping the unknowning person in the force signature which would identify Scorp to be who he was.

Redircting his focus he then hide himself in the force so that to any force user he would seem as nothing more than a normal being.

 

 

As his padawan came bounding up Scorp prepared to drop on his padawan's head. He watched as his padawan tagged the unsuspecting person. As the man began to turn around in order to tell Isham off Scorp Bounded away from the alley way upon which he had been hiding and landed upon his padawan. Before the man could figure out what was going on Isham had been launched into the air. Before Scorp could finish it up though he got a message that was not truly meant for him but yet in a way it was.

 

Giving a sigh and a small cough due to his stint in the dry heat he instead caught his padawan upon him falling back to the earth.

 

"Lesson number one in real world combat experience. The Achievment of a goal never means the end of a mission. A su prise can easily jump out at you at any time. Opening a door to save a few prisioners could easily cost you and them their lives. Always remember that. Now it seems we have more pressing matter to deal with. follow me."

 

Shortly after this Scorp returned to his landing area and after he and his padawan boarded along with anyone else who happened to need a ride. He left Tattoine in a start ship blazing across the stars.

[Prince Vegeta Isolder]

When Dwight's hands reached the caelestrum blades, the pain disappeared. The lava receded as Dwight was ordered to pull his hands from the fire. They were undamaged.

 

"You have passed a very difficult test."

 

Two gilded sheaths appeared on the bridge as the lava dissapated.

 

"Use these to hold your weapons until you have been taught to wield them. These swords are called caelestrum, one of the light side and one of the dark, representing balance. They are imbued with the power of the Force, as well as some of your soul. They can stand up to any lightsaber, and cut through almost any surface. Even cortosis. If they are destroyed, you will be able to reform them instantly. As I said, they are an extension of your soul."

 

The path was clear now, for Dwight to continue his advance. As he climbed the stairs, darkness closed all around him. The heat was caused sweat to poor from his brow. And the caelestrum he carried in his sheaths seemed heavier the farther he walked. Dwight's training had clearly only begun. There would be no rest for him. The passage began to narrow. At last, he came to a sealed door. A keypad lay at the side. Dwight suddenly felt very weak. His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground. The walls appeared to be closing in.

 

"We have ensured you are too weak to use your caelestrum to take down this door. This may happen if you survive this training, and you must be prepared. Using the caelestrum and other Blademaster abilities can be very taxing. This is especially true at this stage of your training. The caelestrums' mere presence weakens your spirit. Eventually, you will be able to wield them with ease. But you are a long way from that. For now, you have to bypass this door. A Par'sa can see codes and passwords using the Force. We suggest you start trying, the walls you feel closing are not a trick of the eyes."

 

In the outside world, Isolder's ship received the comm. But the Blademaster could not hear it in the dream realm.

[Dwight]

Dwight didn't know what to do at first. His body had become far more exhausted far quicker then it should have. Now here he was at his next test, yet another that would seem impossible to most, but considering how his previous tests had gone he knew it to be quite the opposite. It would just take determination to get the job done and he had plenty of determination, since yet again his life was on the line if he did not succeed.

 

The young Par'sa raised his empty hand, wiping away some of the gathering sweat upon his brow. Judging by how quickly the walls were closing in he had just under a minute to get the job done. Gathering the force to him, he watched as the mist swelled up around his body helping him stand up so that he was at eye level with the keypad. It was a large one, holding a basic alphabet and numbers on it. It would be near impossible for even the Galaxies greatest slicer to break this code in time.

 

Closing his eyes he watched as various numbers and words flew through his head in a never ending cycle. With each second it sped up a bit more until he could no longer make out any of it. Mentally he ticked away the seconds he had left before the life was squeezed out of his body. Only half a minute remained when he opened his eyes to see the mist that had been around him flowing upwards and encircling the keypad. He blinked once..then slowly raised his hand until it was above it.

 

Then in one sudden movement he slid his hand down threw the mist and over the keypad. The thick moist air that represented the living force around him bellowed outwards, leaving only faint numbers and letters in its wake. His brown eyes scanned over them quickly, taking them in. He imputed the code into the keypad and couldn't help but smile as the door slid open before him; and not a second too soon.

 

The instant he passed through the opening he heard the walls slam together...He would have to work on that one just to keep himself from cutting it so close next time. The young man took in his new surroundings...

[Mira Jesra]

Mira didn't pick up any other work, though didn't wish to remain on this dry dusty planet any longer. She headed back to her ship, boarding it and running her security checks. The Jade's Run lifted off and headed off into the vast confines of space

[Moon Knight]

Deep in the Temple of the Moon, two ghostly figures hovered in the lowest chamber. One appeared to have no definable body, nothing more than a ghost of light. The other was clearly visible in the garments of the Moon Knight. If one did not look close, he would appear to be a creature of flesh. His aura was overwhelming.

 

"You must grant me the power of the Moon Knight again Marc Spector."

 

Yuusuke Hakusho, the lesser of the two spirits, had been drawn to this place upon his death. It was the right of every Moon Knight, even one that had turned his back on the power. He had convinced Marc not to release his spirit right away. Yuusuke possessed no power, only this Temple kept him in this realm. It was by Marc's good graces that he was not permanently in the next world. He had been trying to convince Marc of the necessity of his return to the world of the living since he had arrived. Marc's familiar reply echoed in the vacant hall.

 

"You rejected the power. It has been passed to another."

 

Yuusuke was visibly defeated. Their argument was going nowhere.

 

"You think I come back for vengeance against Faust? Yes. That is why you will not help me. But that is not accurate. I do want revenge, but I want it to save those already here, not to repay him for those he already killed. I realize my mistake now. I don't want to repay Faust for those he killed, but for those he would yet destroy. Especially since he is doing it in my name. This is my responsibility Marc. It is a righteous vengeance I seek."

 

Marc smiled at the words. He had exhausted much energy keeping Yuusuke here. Those were the words he needed to hear. It was what identified Yuusuke as one worthy of the name of the Moon Knight. There was already one with that power of course. Yuusuke would not get much in the way of supernatural abilities. But he would be allowed to wear the title of Moon Knight and return to the world of the living again. The name in itself would offer some protection. It would disguise his true identity until he chose to reveal it. Yuusuke was shocked by what he heard next.

 

"You have passed the test. This is your last life, use it wisely my friend."

 

 

An hour later, a gloved hand burst free of the sand. Yuusuke pulled himself out, exhausted. It had been his final trial. He looked at his new flesh and blood body.

 

Yuusuke is dead.

 

A new Moon Knight, wearing the crest of a lesser Knight, called his ship from the place of his defeat by Faust's hands. It entered hyperspace.

[Prince Vegeta Isolder]

Unburied Truths.

 

The name of the technique he had learned flashed in his mind. At this point, Dwight would be weary. For one so untrained as he was, mastering the powers within him was taxing. Dwight would have one more task to do, however, before he would be given rest. He emerged on a small ledge. Above him stretched sheer rock, with ysalamiri crawling on the few ledges that were present. They created a bubble where the Force could not be felt, as last time.

 

"Climb to the top. There you will find shelter and food. You will have two hours rest. Sleep with your caelestrum at your side, it will get you used to the aura they release."

[Dwight]

Slowly the being raised his eyes, mentally scaling the cliff, picking out which way would be not only the most easy, but also the quickest way to the top. The promise of rest and food was a powerful motivator at this point in time, Dwight could only hope that he lasted long enough to reach the top though. An idea began to float around in his mind, a way to get up the sheer rock quicker then any could expect him too. It would be much harder to do with the caelstrums at his side as well as his ever mounting fatigue, but not impossible. Nothing was impossible.

 

He took in a deep breath of the thin air and focused on the force. He watched the gentle flow of it all around him, mentally, spiritually, and now...physically. In one swift motion he tensed the muscles in his legs and sprang upward five meters. It wasn't that large of a jump, yet it was enough to give him a good head start. The sweat and grim on his arms was visible as his muscles tensed and flexed, receiving the work out of their life all in this one day. The ysalamiri hit him all at once, but he quickly refocused the force to a point they did not effect it or him.

 

His body shot up the cliff, only two limbs ever touched the mountain at once. His left arm and right leg planted themselves firmly, but left just as quickly as his other to limbs latched on pulling him ever higher. He reached the first ledge in no time, tossing his arms up over the side and pulling himself up. For a few seconds he looked upwards at the next ledge. It was only eight meters up..and there was a slight out cropping four meters up. The young warrior leapt upwards, planting his feet on the small over hang, then jumping once again as the over hang was crushed by his weight.

 

He didn't pause on this one, but pushed himself upwards faster then before, determined to reach the top. He jumped from ledge to ledge, climbing upwards at an amazing rate where he had too. If he stopped now his fatigue would over come him and he would fall back to, what would surely be, his death. Finally he made it, his body collapsing over the edge and slowly crawling towards the shelter and food. He unclipped his belt and let it lay beside him as the cool water rushed down his throat and he drifted to sleep...

[Prince Vegeta Isolder]

An hour into his nap, a bright light flashed in his room. A red saber fell toward the Par'sa's head.