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[Guest]

As the headhunter Myst surfed through the hyperspace lanes towards Coruscant, Sara changed into her armor and looked through her weaponry. Her armor was specially created to move with her body shifts, while she kept roughly the same body mass, she could change her appearance with limits while wearing it. The clawdite placed her weaponry round her, blasters, blades, grenades, thermals etc. While only a slight figure, she was able to carry more than it looked.

 

Her ship was ready to do battle as well, the sonic charges, the lasers primed the torpedos at the ready.

 

She was ready for action...

[SithAcolyte]

Darla knew where to find him. As she travelled through hyperspace she tried to ready herself for the confrontation. There was a good chance that she may not survive, but she knew what she had to do.

 

She had saved the life of a monstrous killer, whoed destroyed entirfe world. What was worse she'd saved him twice. The second time had been because of her feelings for him. There was no greater good behind it. It wasnt about loving her enemy and showing compassion, it wasnt about bringing balance by saving everyone despite what faction they belonged to. She had saved a monster because she loved him and thought that maybe one day he'd change, that maybe one day he'd love her back.

 

Maybe I still can...Darla shook her head trying to forget the stupid idea.

Stay focused...He has to be stopped.

 

Many thoughts ran through her mind, perhaps she could incapacitate him, perhaps she could persaude him to leave, perhaps no-one had to die. All she knew for sure is that she couldnt sit back while innocent people were slain by the dark lord, their blood would be on her hands as well.

 

Steeing her nerves and emersing herself deep with-in the force Darla dropped out of hyperspace and made the descent to Coruscant.

[Yuusuke Hakusho]

Yuusuke's Corellian Lancet exited hyperspace. He made his presence known to Indy.

[Bad karma]

It would appear someone listened to his wishes as the scene began to fast forward, but even then the scene was no better. The blood moved down the walls quickly and the boy was bled at thrice the pace. The man before them sighed as she said there was more to this particular scene, he turned towards the woman against the wall and watched her. The song began and he just listened, turning to each of the copies in turn to observe them joining in with the soft song.

 

They all had something else to stick into the conversation about the hymn and how they came to be a help to the poor woman before them. His eyes turned sharply towards Kuro as she spoke. She was rather annoying and it wasn't to far of a leap to figure out why they kept her gagged. A subtle, almost unnoticable grin slipped onto Trowas face at the mention of the Jedi's past. It would appear that no one truly was perfect and Ara wasn't the exception.

 

He wiped the grin off of his face before anyone else could take notice and moved to exit the room at last. He wasn't surprised when one of the girls, Ao, caught her robes on fire. He was actually wondering who would be the first to do it. It was an entertaining thought, that the persona's of Ara could in-fact be killed.

 

Trowa turned towards Shiro, their self-proclaimed tour guide on this trip through the Jedi's latest memories. He was quiet interested to see what had happened to drive the woman to the shattering point. With a grunt he followed them in, preparing himself to the best of his abilities for what he was about to see....

 

((sorry it's so short..))

[Ara-Lai Kaipi]

((S'okay. I get the lengthier parts anyway, what with having ten active characters and alll...))

 

The scene laid before them was not pretty, by any means. A full replay of Ara's torture at Reagan's hands, through a bucket of spiked rum to cracked joints and snapped fingers echoed loudly throughout the otherwise silent chamber. None of Ara's aspects said anything, not even Shiro. They all watched quietly as Reagan went to stab Ara with the knife before Faust grabbed Reagan's wrist, holding her back.

 

Kiiro gulped loudly and turned around, hiding behind Midori and Murasaki. "I can't watch this, I really can't...once was enough!" she squeaked out.

 

"Then leave," Chairo said simply. Kiiro followed this suggestion, skittering out the door, with everyone but Chairo, Shiro, and Murasaki following. The four left in the room were subject to watch the remainder of the torture, Faust screaming above Ara's own cries, blood splattering around them and straight through them as he gouged out pieces of Ara's flesh, dousing both her and himself in Ara's blood.

 

Shiro said nothing as the scene seemed to become fuzzy, leaving a haze around them as Faust went to his lover and child, nuzzling them while bathed in Ara's blood. Chairo's breath seemed to catch in her throat, while Murasaki let out a long sigh.

 

"That poor child," was all she said before pacing out of the room, shaking her head quietly. Chairo seemed to almost glare at the Hunter as she left, leaving Shiro and Trowa in the now dark memory. Shiro's gray eyes met Trowa's.

 

"We couldn't help, but either way..." Shiro stepped to the doorway, not yet exiting. "As your 'tour guide'--remember, I can hear most of what you think in here, dearie--I should mention that our next stop involves Pinku's lovely puppets," Shiro managed to say with a short, if not a little forced, laugh. "It may answer some questions as to what precisely Ara's ability, our ability, is thus far with this new talent." She reached for the doorknob, her hand grazing it before she tossed a look over her shoulder at Trowa.

 

"And don't think it at all amusing that we can die--if one of us were to, somehow, then Ara would no longer feel that emotion, that part of her," she said sternly. "Even as much as Ara dislikes the sides of her that Kuro and Aka are, if they were to be killed, the situation would be much worse than if they were to be unbound and allowed to roam freely." She sighed and opened the door. "Though I suppose, one must find humor in the humorless to survive..."

 

Shiro led the small troupe further down the hallway, where the flames were getting ever higher and hotter. Sweat was beading down their foreheads now, and Shiro had to stop to catch her breath before opening the next door.

 

"This is--"

 

"PUPPETS!" Pinku screamed, zooming past a stunned Shiro into the room. Shiro blinked before sighing.

 

"Yes. Puppets. If you would?"

 

The heat of the hallway disappeared as the door was shut behind them. They were again in the interrogation room, Ara sitting by herself on the floor, beginning to sing once again.

 

"Learn what you can," Shiro commanded. "If this can help her awake somehow, please...let us know."

[Reagan McGreggor]

Reagan watched the man for a moment, and closed her eyes... speaking softly to Faust ... "I sense confusion in him... and he is afraid... " there was something else there too, and Reagan smiled... "He is afraid of you Faust... of what you are going to do to him."

 

She reached out and touched the man's mind... gently petting it... soothing him... Once he seemed relaxed, she began to coax him to do as she wanted....

you know that is not a very attractive neckless for a man... you should take that off, put on something less... oh, something gold... He started to reach up and then faultered... Don't worry, you won't get in trouble... just take it off... it is probably what is giving you that horrible neck ache...

 

She continued prodding him and watched as his hands slowly go up and begin to remove his collar...

 

Suddenly the collar explodes, and the mans head explodes with sending blood and flesh, bone and brain matter in all directions...

 

With a plop, some of the blood and bone land directly infront of Faust and Reagan, with a final drop onto Faust's white armor with Brain Matter...

 

Reagan looks over at him and smiles... "ooops sorry..."

[Vladimir Faust]

As he well should be afraid of me... Faust notes with satisfaction.

 

Faust observes the coaxing tactic used. Not what he would have done, but it worked. Smiling he gently brushes the goo off his armor and onto the floor, where he kicks it back at one of the slaves.

 

"Now," Faust continues, "let's try something a bit more complex. Controlling a slave to do one act is something, but controlling them entirely..." he grins. "That is art." He points to two slaves, who immediately pale and fall back.

 

"Mentally dominate one of them, ripping their consciousness aside, and force him to kill his friend. I don't care how the deed is done- just do it."

[Reagan McGreggor]

Reagan watched the two for a minute, and slowly closed her eyes... she felt out the weaker of the twos minds, and touched it... pushing him to fear that the other was going to kill him..

 

He wants what you have... he wants to kill you and have more for himself... don't let him do it... take him out first...

 

The man looked at his friend a moment then started towards him... he would not let that happen...

 

Kill him, he is going to kill you tonight while you sleep...

 

The man jumped on to the other tackling him... he punched and pounded on him getting on top of him and pinning him to the ground.

 

that's it... save yourself... destroy him and protect whats yours...

 

As the man bled from his mouth and nose, the one she controled wrapped his hands around his friend's throat and began to choke him...

 

save yourself...

 

Finally, after many minutes... the man finally died, and the one she controlled slowly let go of his throat... Reagan left his mind and let him see what he had done...

 

She opened her own eyes and turned to Faust... the cold Jade hardening just a bit more in her eyes... She bowed her head slightly to him... "Teach me more... Master..."

[Vladimir Faust]

Faust quietly presses a button, shocking the remaining slave into a stupor.

 

"We leave the Jedi a small surprise," is his final answer. Putting one arm around Reagan he coninues. "You've shown very deft skill and strength in using mental force techniques and presense, I'm proud of you." He pauses to give her a soft smile, then continues. "Your still have a long way to go with using a lightsaber," he adds bluntly. "We'll need to practice a lot more if you're to become proficient. Force telekenesis..." he waves his hand back and forth. "Good, but it could be better. The important thing you have behind all this is the will. You've awakened late to your force potential, though that is no reason to be discouraged."

 

"Now," he says, breaking into his wolfish grin. "About that surprise for the Jedi. First, we use those new skills in mind control we've been working on, and then...." Faust whispers his simple, yet diabolical plan to Reagan. "... and afterwards, we simply take off in the Bhelliom and let nature take its course. I'm thinking perhaps we head back home," he adds, trying out the word as if it were alien to him. "I also have some business to 'discuss' with an old friend there too," he adds, his smile growing even wider. That familiar glint enters his eyes, speaking of nothing but trouble. The expression fades, replaced by a look of consternation.

 

"And... using my own force empathy skills," he sighs, "I feel a disturbance in the force... Jarrett... needs to be changed."

[Amidala Skywalker]

Indy heard a beeping on her console as the others made contact with her. Good...they are all near here.

 

Slowly, she pulled back the lever, and entered realspace above coordinates 000...

 

(( to Jedi Academy thread))

[Bad karma]

The others ability to break into his mind was quite an annoyance, it bothered him not having any of his own thoughts to himself. The torture, although horrid as it may be to the girl, was not as bad as it could have been. It wasn't always that he had found humor in the humor less, it was only lately in his life that he did it.

 

Trowa flinched at Pinku's voice, it was like an ice pick being driven into his ear drum. He growled slightly and followed them into the room. He watched Pinku sit beside Ara and take up the puppet show, but he was slightly distracted. His body felt as if it was being shaken, a tremor running through as a powerful grip snagged his arms.

 

He glanced around the room, curious if the same was happening to the others. Then he heard it, heard the cold voice echo off of the walls of the Jedi's mind. Everyone in the room would hear it as it reverberated, the voice of one of Trowa's Cy's.

 

"Sir..."

 

The sentence didn't finish through, a powerful force began to rip him away from the scene before them. He was being extracted from her mind by sheer force, but what held this kind of force was unknown still.The last sight that the others received was the Sith's body being ripped into three separate portions.

 

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Trowa's head burned with a fiery passion, he had been slammed into a bulk head when they were ripped out of hyper space by the inderdictor cruiser that was still fired up apparently. Trowa rubbed his head in irritation, they should have planned to drop out early. With a glance around the room, he caught an eyeful of himself in the mirror. A soft sigh escaping his lips as he stared at his, now, normal form.

 

The humaniod figure stood up, brushing himself off, before heading towards the cockpit in effort to get the ship back on course.

 

 

(( to Jedi Academy thread...Edit...bowels then temple ))

[Guest]

Due to a malfunction, Myst dropped out of hyperspace prematurely. The clawdite sent a comm to the leader of the deathstrikers telling her to go on without her. She'd limp back to base and repair her ship.

 

She'd dropped out of hyperspace not very far at all from their base. She would return via normal space though it would take a while. Her hyperspace capabilities not functioning as they should. She changed direction and 'limped' home.

[Guest]

The cutter Deuxieme shoots through hyperspace, headed for Corellia.

[Nepharius Fontaine]

"I do say, Philip, it was a rather enjoyable experience lounging on Mon Calamari for the better part of two weeks. But... back to business."

 

Fontaine pulled out some papers from his briefcase, and handed one to the vice-president.

 

"This is a tracking of our earnings for this last quarter. As you can see, they are down. The Accounting Division managers have each reported to me that this is due to a lessened comsumption on the part of the Empirial forces. Furthermore, the depression on Coruscant as a result of the battle there two months ago took a heavy toll. Coruscant IS the economy, afterall, as far as the technology sector is concerned."

 

Fontaine scratched his head, trying to find his place again on the paper...

 

"...and we can expect this conflict to further affect the Perlemian Trade Route in a highly negative way. The Hydian will be a bit more highly trafficked than usual, but without Coruscant it is nothing. The truth is, we need to open up newer markets and expand on those we have been lacking in."

 

Fontaine gave Augustus a mildly sarcastic look.

 

"In short, we have to renew our contracts with the Empire."

[Taim]

Taim's stolen spacecraft fled through space, sputtering and backfiring every few lightyears like an old jalopy.

[Vladimir Faust]

((Posting for Reagan, just to get things moving))

 

After changing Jarrett, Faust packs up aboard the craft and gathers all the slaves together. Using his remotes to hold them at bay, he takes them aside one by one and between him and Reagan, they each use their mental powers to dominate and mind rape each of them, reducing them to hollow, empty shells of their former selves. In some ways they were no better than droids, but that suited his purpose. Among the collective group of a dozen or so survivors- ranging from a few teenagers to men in their mid 40s, there is one, indelible command etched into them they must follow through with.

 

Finally, using his cybernetic ports, Faust interfaces with the ship's computer and overrides certain safety protocols on the droid brain of the navicomputer- then pulling the ship to a stop, boards the Bhelliom with Reagan and Jarrett and takes off into hyperspace on a wholly different route.

 

The doomed ship, acting under orders in flesh and steel from Faust, takes off into hyperspace again. It was one last gift the hunter intended to give his prey- probably one they could more than easily deal with, but with an amused, spiteful smile, he knew it would at least give them a bit of trouble- never mind the lives lost in the process.

[Jaina Jade Skywalker]

Jaina's heart pounded in her ears (or was it his?), the throbbing sending her eyes reeling. A rush of dizziness came upon her, paralyzing her; the irl had to struggle not to vomit. Her gasps sounded rough and abrasive to her own ears, her head swimming. Inside, part of her was sickened by her actions. This is how it went every time: every relationship she'd been in, it didn't take long to get to this point. The physical aspect almost immediately overtook any interest her significant other could possibly have in her personality, her emotions, her soul.

 

All that lay within her cried out with a resounding voice: ordering her to stop what she was doing, to pull back into herself, to deny Andon Colos what he required of her. And yet there was still a rightness about it: the gentle force with which his lips met with hers, the softness of his hands against her skin””it was all soothing, a siren song that called to her and put her to sleep to her thoughts.

 

As he pulled away, gasping for air, she shivered slightly as she sank into his embrace, moving to again situate herself sideways on his lap, curling up into a tight ball against him, her head resting on his shoulder as her heartbeat slowed, one arm curling up around his back and wrapped around his shoulder, the other hand placed lightly on his chest.

 

”œThen let me rest here forever”¦”

[Andon]

As she rested her head against his shoulder, the Knight slowly closed his eyes and smiled. He breathed in delicately, allowing Jaina's scent to gradually fill his senses as Andon wrapped his arms around her... yet this wasn't the world of bliss it should have been. He could feel it in the air, it was...hesitation. Twinges of regret. His heart sank at the thought, the smile fading from his face as his jaw clenched and his mouth was drawn in a grim line; a facial expression of his Jaina knew all too well.

 

"I'm sorry."

 

His voice was soft, so feint that to her it seemed just saying those words were shredding his insides... not because of the vanity of pride, but because of why he had to say them. "I know I shouldn't have... I know that we have to take small steps together, Jaina. But... but I just want you so badly...."

 

The misery in his voice gave way to the undertones of the passion that smoldered in core of his being for her.

 

"There's just so much I want to share with you... we have so much time to make up for. There's so much that I want to tell you... there's so much I want to know about you. I want to know what things were like for you after we parted ways, when you first went to the Jedi and I remained on Naboo to take flight lead. I want to know if it was as hard for you as it was for me to say good-bye."

 

The longer he talked, the more his voice waivered as the pain of the past was drudged up to his present.

 

"I wanted to keep you close... but in order to do that I would have stopped you from answering your calling. I loved you too much to do that... I had to let you go. I don't know which one was harder... letting you go on Naboo-"

 

He paused, the memory flooding him as if he was experiencing the events then and there. "-or having to let you go on Mimban." Just having to say the last part of that sentence shook the stone cold Jedi to his core, the hand he laid on top of Jaina's physically trembling. "I loved you too much to force you to stay with me."

 

He felt her breathing hush... his senses only picking that fact up because his breathing had become distant and strained as well. And then she looked up at him, only to find that his hazel-grey stare was already looking back at her. Unlike so many before him, he wasn't looking through her or for what he could gain from her... Andon was looking at her... he was looking at who she was.

 

"I spent so many moments wondering if you were alright. If you were safe... if you were happy... if you were sad... if you were neither; I would have given anything to know. I want to know so much about what you've been through... who it's made of you. I want to show you who I've become, that I'm not the same man that I was before."

 

With his still trembling hand, he entwined his fingers with hers.

 

"I want to show that even through all my changes, my love for you never faultered. I want you to know so much... even if you don't believe what I say, I want you to know it."

 

Many beings look away from what they fear when faced with it... they turn their gazes astray so they don't have to face every hard decision they've ever had to make. This was not the case for Andon Colos... his gentle eyes never broke contact with the greenish-brown stare of the woman sitting on his lap.

 

"I love you, Jaina..."

[Drake Ferral]

Arriving on an asteroid, Drake's ship powered down and he sttod up and walked over to his newest apprentice.

 

why do I even bother with these weaklings. he thought to himself.

 

Walking Over to a weapons rack he pulled out two steel scimitars and tossed them into the air. Using little effort he held them in the air as he waited for his apprentice to select a weapon to defend himself.

 

This would be his first test to see if he is worthy to become a sith. Following his training would exacting and painful. And full of hate. Oh so full of hatred for everything and everyone. Especially the jedi.

 

"well my young apprentice it is time for your training to begin. You shall select a weapon from the racks and defend yourself for as long as you can still move."

[Sabian]

- A lone E-Wing came screeching out of Coruscan't atomsphere, engine systems overhauling as he made the jump to Hyperspace, course set for Mon Calamari.. -

 

-- (Time lapse) --

 

- ..Not even an hour later, the Officer that descended upon Mon Calamari came back as Leader of the Alliance, now commanding the newly finished Mon Calamari MC-90 Starcruiser rightfully named New Beginning. It streamed across hyperspace, calculating the final jump before making their way near Coruscant's atmosphere. -

[Celestia]

Cel lifted looked down at the console. She'd not heard a thing of where she should be going and wondered what had happened to the other pirates. She'd lost contact with them.

 

She sighed, putting her feet up on the console and closing her eyes. She'd continue to wait for the call to action. Cel had resupplied the Pure Pazaak at one of the smaller outer rim communities, taking advantage of their need to smuggle some goods to another outpost. She'd been paid well for that job, and it had led to another as well. She'd done a few before heading back to the more known regions to await contact from the Pirate King.

[Yoshiba]

Yoshiba slowly rose to his feet as the ship they were in took its place on an asteroid some where in space, seeing as how it was not a long ride, he came to the conclusion that it was somewhere out side of Cardia.

 

He watched as his new master walked over to the weapons rack and lifted two scimitars into the air and held them there.

 

*"well my young apprentice it is time for your training to begin. You shall select a weapon from the racks and defend yourself for as long as you can still move."* said his master

 

I guess it begins he thought to himself.

 

He walked over to the weapons rack him self and looked at the weapons there waiting to be relased from their prison.

 

He decided on a regular long sword that was resting on the left side of the rack.

 

He looked it over, and unsheathed it from its place of peace.

 

*This will do Master Ferral*

 

He took his stance on the opposite side of the scimitars that were floating in mid-air. He readied himself, by allowing his anger to flow through his body. All the pain and anguish he had sustained over the last 2 days, was his driving force. He would gladly kill anything that crossed his path at this time.

 

he looked to his master with angry eyes and spoke.

 

*Give me what ever you got my master*

[Drake Ferral]

Sending one scimitar down at a slash to the boy's knee he kept the otherone floating in the air waiting.

 

 

"come my young apprentice he who lives by the sword cannot die by it"

 

 

Diliberatly misquoting a wonderfully expansive phrase was part of the judicious evil of a sith. Making all sith hate the jedi with a passion... now that was the fun part.

 

Watching his apprentice easily dodge his first lumbering swipe he stepped up the pace. Sending a furious storm of blows high,low,high,mid,overhead,high,low,low,low,high. Launching such a storm as he barely nicked his apprentice and waited for his apprentice to use his special powers.

[Yoshiba]

Yoshiba watched as his master gave an evil grin. His master tilted his head, inducing one of the scimitars to lunge forward. The scimitar darted towards his right knee. Yoshiba spun his long-sword in front of his body, making contact with the side of the blade.

 

The scimitar was thrown to the ground, but quickly recovered, and returned to the side of its companion

 

Is this all you've got, this is pathetic he thought to himself

 

A moment after this thought crossed his mind, a sinister feeling filled his body, one which he had felt before while training with his old friend, Darth Nunana.

 

Then the barrage began

 

Both scimitars darted towards his muscular body, swiping, and slashing at his exposed skin

 

His own sword, clanging, and smashing into the sides of the scimitars, throwing them to the ground, just so the could recover, and return to there place of attacking him. Both blades attacked at once. Slipping through his defence they darted towars his defenceless body.

 

He slid under the first blade perfectly, but not the other one. The second scimitar slightly grazed his right shoulder, making a small cut on his cloak, and a small slice in his skin.

 

This sent Yoshiba into a frenzy, the blades passed his body, only to have his sword catch both of them in the side.

 

Before they could get up, Yoshiba quickly checked to see how bad the cut was on his arm, nothing to worry about, and nothing to hinder his progress. The blades removed them selves from the ground, and continued to press their attack further.

 

He felt his sword becomming lighter, as if it were becomming an extension of him self, It seemed to move smoother, and quicker then before.

 

The scimitars made,what was to be their last attack. One darted towards his stomach, the other his head. He put all his power into one quick slash, catching the blade flying towards his head, and slicing it clear in two.

 

With a shower of sparks the scimitar fell to the ground as Yoshiba continued his own attack, smashing the second scimitar.

 

He minipulated the frail scinitar with his own blade, twirlling it on the side of his, keep ing the momentum up. He swung his blade and threw the lifeless scimitar back at his master.

 

He knew this would anger his master, but he did it any ways. He wtched as the scimitar was caught with ease by his Master, and a dark grin fell apon his own face, when the threat ceased.

[Shawn Kenobi]

Shawn's right arm was relieved to finally be in space, the near frictionless vacuum removing the strain. He was very tired from his ordeal and was happy to be off the planet, away from the battle. Soon he hoped to have a new hand, he trusted Fynn to uphold his promise to at least contact Master Skye.

 

Nearly beginning to fall asleep from his exhaustion Shawn issued a few orders to his droid.

 

"T3, I need you to make a few random hyperspace jumps after you disable the Alliance homing beacon. Fynn wouldn't like it very much if we brought unwanted guests."

 

He paused for a moment as rubbed his irritated arm.

 

"When the ship intercepts a communication on our priority channel wake me up with a klaxon. It should be Skye."

 

Soon he slipped into a long sleep as his astro droid flew the ship into hyperspace.

[Ads-Gop Flif]

A ship floats through space, waiting for its chance to reenter the known galaxy...

 

" , aim us at Coruscant, and divert all power (except the life-support systems to the hyperdrive."

 

"Bleep boop beep."

[Rajah]

A rough looking little freighter slid out of hyperspace above Coruscant. The pilot expertly found a semi safe path through to the planet below. The recently renamed ship, the Raging Despondence decended.

[Sabian]

The large MC90a Starcruiser surfaced into the realm of deep space, prepping the next jump to lightspeed before taking off once more. At the head of the command post was the ever vigilante form of Sabian Devanus, focused in deep thought as the ship made it's steady course back to the concealed Rebel base on Mon Calamari..

[Drake Ferral]

"Good Good"

 

"You are learning my young apprentice. The beast of the sith may yet be awakened in your soul."

 

Walking over to his young apprentice he made as to pat him on the shoulder then, instead, grabbed him around the neck with one hand and slammed him against the wall.

 

 

"Never attack unless it is from a position of strength"

 

Walking over to the controls he set a course to his favorite planet. Mimban

 

 

((continued in the mimban thread... excellent postage skills ))

[Savior_of_the_Sith]

Sahv used a medspray to tend to his wounds. His shoulder was burned, and his arm scratched. Taking a seat, he reflected on the battle once Cal came back from the cockpit.

 

"I'm sure it will take some time, but the Temple, and Coruscant will be back to normal in no time, I'm sure."

 

Sahv, in fact, wasn't sure. Much had been destroyed, and many killed.

 

"I was... in a duel." Sahv said. By virtue of his being there to state it, he was implying he had won.

 

"...against a Sith lord. Not THE Sith lord, of course, but an underling nonetheless. I believe it is noteworthy that she was pompous and ambitious, attempting to use the Force for her own benefit and self-gain. It did not gain her much today, however."

 

Sahv paused a moment, reflecting on his words.

 

"But we must not be in the habit of discussing such things. This recent violence has prompted me to get back to my "roots," if you will. To reflect more on the nature of the Force. For, as I have see first hand, a knowledge of the Force's applications is useless withough a strong knowledge of the Force itself, a base with which to ground your abilities. Put in a course for Ilum. It is a planet on the far side of Tatooine, where many Jedi traditionally go to seek out Force crystals. What you find there will be an integral part of your Jedi training, and subsequent career."