Myrkr

[Durose Roshan]

Quietly, Durose returned. Settling back against the log Brina was laying against, he glanced at her and then the sky she was staring so intently at. He could tell she was in deep thought. He had no idea when she had awoke or how long she had been at it, but already the sky was beginning to lighten a bit. It would be officially dawn soon enough.

 

Doubting she even realize he was there, Durose commented, "Aren't the stars beautiful? You know, my grandfater once told me that each star represents a choice, influence, or person in our lives. A path taken or not taken. A decision trusted or not trusted. A friend made or not made. Everyone sees life and those around them different, just like the stars look different on every planet. But they are all the same stars and everyone has its own beauty. It is up to us to see it. Sometimes we let life's troubles cloud our minds to the beauty around us. Other times we let our own personal goals, ambitions, and important people out shine everyone and everything else around us so that we lose sight of those stars and of the blessings we have. However, it is good every once in a while to just sit back and forget about everything else around us and just look up. Count our blessings as it were. Because even though they may seem small, few and far between, it may just be our focus that needs changing. And if not, we should always remember that even the smallest star can power an entire solar system. Never take things for granted."

 

Then Durose went silent, losing himself in the moment as he fixated his eyes on the starry heavens.

[Astraal]

The sound of claws scratching the armour and being pushed forward with the momentum brought her blades to flash around at the nearest threat behind her. In the process she sliced off a tail of one of the attacking Vornskr's, the creature letting out a yelping growl as it backed off to allow another of it's companions a chance to attack in it's place.

 

The one that had clawed at her armour had left gouges along it, though hadn't penetrated the strengthened section covering her back. It had however, given the others openings to attack her again from behind as she had turned to face it. Desperately she slashed with her blades, slicing and slashing as she struggled against them. Another lost its tail as she went for the easiest appendage to remove, also cutting deep into the chest area of the one that had clawed her. They had backed off from her slightly, becoming cunning as they circled her, letting the biggest come forward to overcome her.

 

Astraal was beginning to sense a pattern in their attacks, how one would distract her so the other could attack. Her danger sense heightened since the other creatures had been taken away. She began to predict their moves and countered them, slicing another and despatching it cleanly with a follow through of her blade, finally getting down to the last creature”¦ the largest of the group that had attacked her.

 

She faced off with it, aware that she hadn't gone unscathed at all with the beasts having gotten through her leg and arm armour. Some of the blood spilling was her own. All Astraal could do was ignore it for now as she circled with the beast. It was more cunning than the others, taking its time to wear her down. With a sudden move it launched itself upon her, knocking her to the ground and getting through her defences. She couldn't manoeuvre her blades around, the violet Twi'lek dropping her blades to push it away with one arm while going for her blaster with the other. The beast bit deep into her upper arm, avoiding her gauntlet and drawing blood, making the girl cry out in pain as it's teeth ripped through her armour. She managed to bring her blaster to bear, firing it at point blank range into the beast's belly, it losing its grip on her arm in its death struggle.

 

Breathing heavily, Astraal managed to push it off her, standing up and collecting her blades, re-sheathing them, though having trouble with her left arm. Blood was pouring out from where the last beast had bitten deeply, the armour digging into her where its teeth had driven it in to her.

[Aschen Skirata]

Smiling beneath his visor, the Mandalorian was impressed at how she dispatched her attackers. Vornskers were fierce creatures, a match for most Jedi, but she had done away with them suffering only minor damage. Walking towards the young slaver, Animando seated her on a tree stumps and removed a medkit from his belt.

 

"This may hurt."

 

Gripping the bent armor in his hand, he pulled it away, slightly tearing more skin, but moving the sharp metal away from the wound. tossing the damaged armor on the ground, he took a disinfectant from the medkit and applied it to her wound. His hands worked quickly with the skillof a doctor. Theanatomy classes he had taken were after all, good ways to find a quick kill. Removing a bacta patch from the med kit he layed it over the wound. In a quick moment he realized he had dropped his cold uncaring view around this woman. Hardening his eyes, he spoke roughly in a sharp order.

 

"Go back to the ships. The wounded are of no use to me."

 

Placing the medkit back on his belt, he turned and made his way into the forest, leaving his discarded weapons on the ground. After all, his armor was made to be a weapon itself, and if he could not survive on his own skills, he was north worthy of survival.

[Astraal]

Astraal sucked in her breath though didn't cry out as he pulled the piece of armour away from the wound and treated it. Her expressions were hidden beneath her helmet, only her eyes visible through the clear visor section over them. He seemed to have one of those split personalities when he switched from caring medic to arrogant hunter in the blink of an eye. The violet twi'lek didn't seem to care though, more interested in patching up the rest of her wounds and her armour.

 

Glancing up at him as he headed off, she scooped up the piece of armour that had been removed, looking over the littered bodies of the vornskrs that surrounded the where the pair had been attacked. She counted twenty-two vornskrs of various sizes, including the matriach and patriach of the pack. It seemed that the creatures were a pack down now. She quickly left the scene, making sure she had all her weapons as she headed off.

 

Once she reached her ship, she gave the hired help instructions before retiring into the Dancer's Run. Heading into her bunkroom, she shed her armour carefully, feeling the pain of the injuries she had sustained. Is it any wonder I hate this planet! Her armour had gouges where she'd had them land on her back, her body showed the scratches of where claws had made it through. The only wound that had been dressed so far was the one Animando had treated. She stepped into the sonic shower to cleanse herself, then called in her droid once she had gotten out. The droid treated the rest of her wounds, the ones she couldn't reach herself, Astraal doing the rest.

 

She dressed, then turned her attention to her armour. She'd have to do some work to fix it up again. Either that or get a new set once she returned to base. Maybe she'd be better off just getting a new set. She'd decide later. Now that she was closer to those creatures again, that dullness had returned. When she was away from them, everything seemed so much brighter. She guessed that it was because she didn't like them any more than she liked the vornskrs.

 

Shrugging her shoulders, her lekku hanging down around her shoulders, the violet Twi'lek went to check on the creatures that were now in the hold and to speak to the hired help while waiting for Animando to return.

[Menthu]

Procs watched his employer leave before he decided to simply abandon the conversation as well. Few things moved he escaped detection and returned back to base camp.

 

He knew he wouldbe unable to sleep so instead he relieved a man from his post and then took over.

[Brina Thalin]

"Your grandfather sounds like a wise person," she replied softly. She wondered breifly if there had been an underlaying meaning to his words; if there was, she chose not to see it.

 

The stars were beginning to fade, and the night sounds of the forest quieted. They had reached that silent moment, right before sunrise, when everything was quiet...waiting for the giving rays of their sun to wash over everything.

 

Brina was tired. She hadn't been able to sleep that night, and they had had a long day. A very long day. She had the feeling Myrkr's days were longer than standard.

 

Suddenly, a streak of light appeared on the horizon. From their altitude, they could see it clearly. Already everything was lighter, and slowly, she could begin to hear the sounds of birds chirping, and the day animals waking up. She took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh.

 

Looking at the Cathar, she reached over and grabbed some ration bars. "Want some breakfast?" she offered one to him.

[Cyrus Knight]

Cyrus was, as usual, sitting completely still. Little was happening, and he was almost frustrated by that fact. He didn't like it when nothing happened. But he would never say so aloud, and he would never truly convince himself that it was a bad thing. Yes, he would rather be in action, in combat, but where combat was not, preparation for combat was.

 

So he sat still, practicing true control of his body and mind. If he could teach himself to never flinch or twitch when he didn't want to, he would also be able to move exactly as he needed to in a situation where the slightest movement could mean life or death. Not that even death was a bad thing. Death was the final destination, a place of glory.

 

Knight didn't move.

[Aschen Skirata]

Silently moving through the forest, Animando could feel his muscles aching. The previous fight with the vornskers had taken a toll on him. His right arm was especially sore as it had been jerked from him rather quickly. Pressing himself against a tree, he shoved himself forward thrusting his shoulder back into socket. Knowing what was to come, he had dialed down the amplifiers in his helmet so no sound could emit from his helmet. But he did not scream. He would not allow himself the luxury of acknowledging the pain. Resting a mere moment to flex his arm.

 

Slinking through the shurbbery, he came upon a small house. Although he hoped that some civilized people lived there, he knew it more likely that more vornskers called this place home, or perhaps people had lived there, and vornskers had "moved" in. Creeping up to a window he peered in and saw three vornskers chowing on the remains of a elderly man. Drawing his blade, he prepared to "clean" house.

[Astraal]

Astraal checked over the nutrient frames that contained the ysalamari in the hold of her ship, making sure they were all as they should be. She then left the ship, moving more freely since her injuries had been treated and the pain dulled with painkillers. The violet twi'lek had put her damaged armour back on again, having hammered out the sections that had been forced inwards with the clawmarks. She accompanied another group as they collected more of the creatures, luckily not running into such a large group of vornskrs as she and Animando had previously. Still, she had to test her injuries to their limits as she took on the one creature that did decide to attack them.

 

Firstly she sliced it's tail off, hearing the howl as the creature turned back to her. She danced out of it's way as it swiped at her, the other hunters keeping watch for more of the creatures as they gathered another ysalamari while she kept the vornskr occupied. Astraal snatched her blaster in her off hand, the Twi'lek's spinning blade in her right as she held it easily before her. Setting the blaster to stun this time, she wanted to capture the vornskr. She'd heard that you could tame them, as long as their tails had been removed.

 

She had a cage back in her ship, one that would contain the creature if she could catch it without harming it too much. She hit it with the stun blast, having to fire several shots before it would drop. Once it had, she resheathed her blade though kept her blaster handy. The other hunters moved forward, tying the creatures legs together, Astraal also tying it's muzzle closed as well. They carried the vornksr back to her ship, placing it into the cage. She had the hunters untie it's legs and muzzle, though placed a neural collar around it's neck. She'd be able to immobilize it if it tried anything. Water was placed through the bars of the now locked cage as Astraal sat back, watching for the creature to stir.

[Durose Roshan]

Durose nodded as the day gradually overtook the night, "Indeed, he was."

 

When Brina offered him a ration bar, he took the bar and nodded and smiled a thank you.

 

"Sorry I don't have a prepared meal for you. I guess I've been a little preoccupied and tired on top of that."

 

All Durose's wounds were now fully healed. Still, the lack of sleep was starting to get to him a little. He could make it on minimal sleep but coupled with all the activity and excursion he had done lately, Durose felt quite a bit more tired than normal.

 

Thinking about it for several seconds as he finished his ration bar, Durose's mind finally told his muscles to move. Slowly getting up with some effort, Durose rose to his feet and brushed off his clothes a bit.

 

Barking out orders to the mercs, Durose commanded, "Let's pack everything up, boys. It's time for us to get our ysalamiri and supplies back to the ships and leave this planet."

 

Glancing back down at Brina, Durose offered his hand, "You ready to go, Bree?"

[Cyrus Knight]

Knight was the first to stand when Durose did so. He wasn't necessarily eager to leave, but neither was he loathe to. Passivity was looked down upon by many, but the only true way to clear one's mind and truly concentrate was to be without conviction. Of course, conviction was just as essential to a warrior's life as discipline, for a warrior without cause was a warrior without spirit, but when conviction became so deep-rooted that it no longer required conscious thought, it was not the distraction it could be and it's effects were maximized.

 

Cyrus Knight no longer needed to analyze each action he took. He did each thing according to his code of conduct, his honorable standards, and never thought twice. It was as much a reflex to act according to his code as it was reflex to get some sleep when he was tired and had the time.

 

Starting to gather things that needed to be taken back to the ship, the warrior that was far more than one waited patienty for everyone else to get ready to begin the trek back.

[Zara Nargal]

~ A comm comes in for Brina Thalin on the Link's secure channels ~

 

Brina...

 

Mellanie has... decided it's... time. Would... like you... here please...

 

Zara

 

~ end comm ~

[Aschen Skirata]

His eyes narrowed a fourth vornsker entered the room. Although smaller than the biggest he had fought earlier, this one had scars all along its back and face. It had been through many fights and had come out on top. But it had never before fought Animando.

 

Leaping through the window, Animando flung the knife into the skull of the nearest monster. He watched as it buried itself in the flesh, and the beast dropped to the floor. Raising his right arm, he launched his spinner towards the next nearest vornsker. The blade sunk deep into the chest of the furry animal and it too dropped to the floor. Within seconds the remaining two beasts were on him. He could feel their claws scratching against his chest, back, and helmet trying to tear open his flesh. But unlike them, his hide was inpenetrable. Throwing his left arm into the chest of the largest one, he ignited his flamethrower and watched it leapt back in pain. Fire began to spread along its fur as it attempted to put itself out. Grasping the other between his armored hands, he quickly snapped its neck, leaving only the charred leader to be dealt with.

 

Deciding to beat this one to death, he rose to his feet and beckoned it forward. With drool runnings down its burnt face, it charged toward him. Dropping to a knee and throwing his right hand out, he felt it make contact with the soft underbelly. Roaring, the vornsker snapped its head sideways grasping the Mandalorians arm in its jaws. Grimacing beneat his helmet, Animando swung his leg out sweeping the beasts hind legs out from beneath it. Releasing his arm, the vornsker back away and circled him, snapping its jaws. Rising to his feet, the Mandalorian fired a single blast from his minilaser, he watched the monster drop. Picking up his knife and spinner, Animando made his way back to the camp and boarded Astraals ship.

 

"The area is secure."

[Astraal]

Astraal turned from the creature she had caged to look up at Animando.

 

"Good. We should soon have enough ysalamari to satisfy Umaga soon. I'm hoping to train this creature... might make a good 'pet' don't you think?"

 

She again looked back at the vornskr she had in the cage, it's neural collar surrounding its neck in the event it got unruly, the controls for it within her pocket.

[Aschen Skirata]

Barely moving hishead, Animando noddedhisheadin response to Astraal. Although he already had two pets, they were not truly pets to him. They were soldier who had been trained by him and worked for him. They were merely beastial by nature. Turning his back Twi'lek assassin,he spoke roughly through his voice synthesizer.

 

"We are leaving."

 

As he returne to the camp, he spoke to the six men he had brought with him. Telling them to gather their supplies and move out. When they began to move to the transport that had brought them, he shook his head and pointed in the direction of the house he had just cleared.

 

"Take up base their and continue collecting ysalimiri. A transport will arrive at the end of each week, and ressupply you. Place any collected ysalimiri on the transport."

 

Making his own way to the Wolf Blade I, Animando called for Jango and Boba return to their cages. Raising the ramp, Animando head their claws echoing through the ship. Firing the engines, the Mandalorian made his way back to Tattooine.

[Brina Thalin]

Brina nodded and rose. It was high time they got back...this mission had lasted much longer than any of them had expected.

 

Suddenly, she felt her comlink rumble. Checking it, she gasped at Zara's message. "Zara is having her baby...I need to get back there," she reported. "Cyrus, if you could give me a lift...I don't think everything will fit in your ship. Durose, you can take the Mynock back. I'll see you all when you arrive."

 

She hustled Cyrus over to his ship. "Alright, let's see how fast your ship can go."

 

((go ahead and take us to the Casino, Cyrus))

[Astraal]

Astraal gave a sharp nod, watching him leave her ship, then headed towards the cockpit. The hired helper she'd brought would head back with her, the Twi'lek deciding that she would leave him to be free after all since he had been rather helpful during this trip.

 

She gazed out the viewport, seeing Animando speak with the other men, then disappear for a time. This gave her some time to sort out the other tasks she had to do before taking off. By the time he returned she had completed her tasks, including getting out of her damaged armour again. She'd need a new set when she got back for sure.

 

Back in the cockpit, she went through her preflight checks, lifting off soon after and heading out to space...

[Cyrus Knight]

Cyrus nodded and headed towards his ship with haste, taking with him what he was carrying. It was the least he could do to at least contribute to the transportation of what had been brought along. Some of the things were rather heavy, but he didn't let them slow him down. Brina was able to keep up, and the two reached the Redawn in moments.

 

Making his way to the cockpit, Knight wished he still had a droid copilot to help him out. His previous ship wasn't technically destroyed, so his droid was likely to be intact, he just had to find the time to go back and collect him. As it was, he had to run through the pre-flight checks single-handedly, though Brina knew what she was doing and aided him as well.

 

It took only a minute to get the YT-2000 off the ground and headed for deep space. Knight's piloting was refined and experienced, and it was clear that he had been flying for quite some time, even flying in combat. In fact, he had fought members of multiple factions in space combat before, including Imperials and Jedi and the Black Sun. All that mattered now was that he could fly.

 

Seconds later, the stars stretched into lines, then whirled into the luminescent, purple, black, and blue tunnel of hyperspace, without which the Galactic Empire would span no more than a single system of planets.

[Beltran Rarr]

"Oracle, engage level two." Said the the calm voice of Beltran Rarr.

 

Several low, menacing growls came from the direction in front of him. The Vornskrs had found him once again. Newly clad in his black and crimson bio-mechanical armor, Beltran allowed himself a deep breath as one by one the lithe, deadly creatures emerged from the underbrush.

 

Drawing his sword, Beltran moved gracefully backward. Aided by a push of artificial adrenline and augemented by his armor's ability to respond to his thoughts, he silently dared the pack of wild animals to attack him.

 

In all his years of assasination and battle, never had Beltran Rarr felt to truly alive. His armor, a culmination of nearly two years of pain, preparation and grueling work now acted as an extension of his body. Like most armor, the majority of his was plated with durasteel. However, the areas covering his vital organs, head and forearms were plated with the incredibly strong and durable phrikite alloy.

 

Along with a highly advanced system of hydraulics which reacted to messages sent by his nevous system through a series of biomechanical ports located on his body, and augemented with an artificial adrenaline push, the suit had the potential to increase the wearer's strength and speed for short periods of time.

 

Short, but decsively deadly. Beltran thought to himself as the first vornskr lept at him.

 

Dashing, suddenly forward, Beltran slashed at the animal with his sword, which was also forged from the phrikite alloy that protected his body. Strong enough to deflect a lightsaber and sharp enough to conduct surgery, the blade sliced clean through the beast's brainpan, immediately halting the attack.

 

The vornskr fell to the ground dead, its assault aborted. Turning toward the other members of the pack, he motioned for the next one to attack.

 

Howling with rage at the loss of its leader, the vornskrs charged. When the first of the half dozen reached him, Beltran felled it, much in the same way he had the felled the alpha earlier. Working with a sword was a lot different then working with a blaster, or even a knife. There was a certain elegance to it, a certain beauty in it that drew away from brutal blast and bludgeon realities of combat.

 

Seconds later, the rest of the pack was upon him. The distance closed, the rest of the vornskrs' body weight was more than enough to fling Beltran on his back when they lept on him.

 

Covered from head to toe by growling, biting, scratching and otherwise very unhappy balls of fur, Beltran struggled. Even given the strength of his armor, Beltran was not so misguided as to believe that it could fend off the vornskrs attack indefinately.

 

Rolling over, Beltran landed a number of punishingly hard blows against the various vornskrs. Several of them, tempoarily dazed by the counter-attack fell back. Leaving only three of the five still effectively. Pulling a sonic detonator from a pouch, Beltran armed it and waited.

 

Less than a second later, it detonated sending a sonic pulse throughout the area. The sound receptors in his helmet automatically deadened the sound. The vornskrs weren't so lucky. Due to their super-senative hearing, all the vornskrs in range found that their eardrums had exploded, leaving them lying on the ground howling in pain.

 

Getting up, Beltran dusted himself off and made his way back to where he had landed the Shadowfax nearly a week earlier. He was satasfied with the result of this test of his armor.

 

Now it is time to truly test my new armor's effectiveness. For this, I will need to obtain a mission.

 

Taking off, Beltran angled the Shadowfax away from the planet and entered hyperspace.

[Menthu]

Procs did as he was told really, he loaded up boxes, creates, weapons, field equipment and pretty much everything else before simply hicthing a ride in one of the ships. He seriously need to get his own ship, then again he was nothing more than security anyway so it made sense for him to tag along with other security members, Lucky for him he was still allowed to keep his spider silk.

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian met the Droid construction minifleet above Myrkr, linking their main computers to the Blur's own, which was already preprogrammed to the specs at which the base needed to be built.

 

The Droid fleet landed in the densest Jungle regions of Myrkr, choosing an appropriate site and clearing it in less than an hour. Construction began of a large hardened domed octagon structure, armored on the outside. It had several key facilities, like a medical quarters and rooms for sleeping in and a Mess hall, but more importantly it had several other features that made it ideal for Myrkr.

 

Only the top portion of the entire facility stuck up out of the ground about ten feet, the building and entire area covered with camoflague nets and sensor disruptors so as to prevent detection by any who didn't know it was there previously. Someone would literally have to be about thirty feet from it to tell anything was even there. The top portion was actually the proverbial tip of the iceberg, all it functioned for was several automated turrets capable of mowing down ground targets or air targets, however it's main function was to open a portion in the roof area to reveal a nice sized hangar below. The rest of the Facility was underground and had three emergency exits that tunneled out and away from the facility, each with a Swoop bike capable of carrying two people. The ends of the tunnels were of course sealed with camoflagued trapdoors that were sealed until triggered. If anything tried coming into the tunnels the wrong way and triggered the silent alarm, a nasty trap awaited them in the form of sensor mines and blaster autoturrets.

 

Inside the facility were several training rooms, hand-to-hand combat dojos, an area for creating lightsabers with precision tools, a lightsaber sparring ring, three ranges for different types of weaponry, a hologram room capable of generating any environment to train in, a special lab to develop new technology, and computer databanks linking to the Jedi database and the Alliance mainframe, yet specially modified not to send anything back, as to keep the base a secret. All forms of combat and martial arts were loaded into the databanks, enabling the user to create a hologram trainer to teach them the advanced and basic moves of any style of fighting they wished to learn. The base was also equipped with a large underground shield generator should they need it, preventing orbital bombardment.

 

This was, without a doubt, the brawler's paradise. Several hours later, when the construction was done, Aryian programmed the base to defend itself, shooting at anything that got close enough to discover it, though leaving the local wildlife alone.

 

THe ships shot back into space, heading to another small Alliance base to restock on supplies before heading for their next job.

[Damon]

The small ship came out of hyperspace above the planet. Slowly the ship came down and landed. Both men exited the ship and entered the base. It seemed empty. Somthing was off place, but Damon could not put his finger on it. Before he would explore it further a COM was sent to master Aryian back on Gala as the two jedi now awaited the other members to arrive. He spoke to Stephen.

 

"Do not try and connect with the force here. We can not. Due to this planets inhabindants it is impossible. We are surroned by creatuers known as Yslamir and they are what make it so. I wonder why we would be asked to come to this place knowing what it can do."

[Joreel Ordo]

The MandalMotors StarViper exited briskly over the hard edged Myrkr landscape the Force drifting away on approach. Hartel had expected such to occur, but it still didn't make it any easier to go through. John made his way toward the surface when he was hailed by an unfriendly voice. Hartel was a bit confused and began to miss his old droid he had since he was a child. It had perished on Haruun Kal like the rest of everything.

 

"I am Lord John Hartel, Jedi Knight, en route to Myrkr."

 

A threatening silence endured and John put his thrusters in emergency reverse should he need to get out of here real quick.

 

"You are clear to proceed."

 

Hartel shifted his fighter down to a pre plotted course and landed at a Training Facility below. He made his way inside the Facility and looked or another to converse with.

 

"Damon, how good it is to see you, looks like you made it out of Haruun Kal ok. Hows it been?"

[Damon]

Damon looked at Hartel.

 

"Sorry, actally I left Haruun-Kal and returned to Ossus before the attack began. I saw the battle take place within the force and the Holo net. I am glad those force harvesters are gone. They looked like more than a quick pain and so forth. Hartle if you do not mind me asking, have you been knighted yet?"

[Joreel Ordo]

Hartel smiled grimly.

 

"After my slaughter at the hands of a fellow on Haruun Kal I searched for a master to Knight me. I had completed my trials after the dark foe i faced. I soon found a Jedi Knight who heard of my story and thus knighted me as a Jedi. So yes I am a Jedi Knight now."

[Nitestrike]

A large, relatively clean CR90 Corellian Corvette popped out of hyperspace and headed in system. Jedi Knight Brad Warren, its pilot, immediately felt the effect of the numerous ysalamiri on the planet. To be stripped of the Force was an odd feeling for him, for he had been in its presence most of his life. He guessed that Aryian wished them to train here to loose a dependence on the Force. Still a capable pilot, even without the Force, Brad brought the ship down quickly at a landing zone.

 

The ship touched down with a slight jolt, and after powering down most of the systems Brad walked down the landing ramp trailed by his droid. He realized that in the woods, Artoo might have some trouble getting around, but it didn't worry him too much. Looking around, he noticed a base, and once inside he saw some of his fellow Jedi had already arrived, and he recognized one of them as Damon. "Hello there," he called across over to the Jedi.

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian's ship blasted out of Hyperspace, finding and landing at the Myrkr base in relatively short order. Scorso trailed behind him as he exited, still silently watching, observing, the powerful look on his face nearly intimidating, though unintentional.

 

Aryian used his comm to tap into the Base PA system, calling All Jedi personnel to the Med Bay.

 

There were a few things to get out of the way before training began, for one, the introduction for the Implants he had designed, they needed to decide on whether to use them or not, and also one other matter with one of the Knights present.

[Talon]

Talon's Eta-2 blinked out of hyperspace and descended upon the unforbearing world of Myrkyr. R2-Z2, the droid piloting the craft, followed a set of very explicit directions in order to guide them to their destination; because a high metal content in the local foliage made sensor readings practically useless, anything less would be a costly and foolish mistake.

 

The planet of Myrkyr was indeed a unique one. Not only did it have a high content of sensor scrambling metals in its forests, but it also hosted of a variety of strange and singular creatures. Vornskyrs, feline beasts with a number of natural weapons, were as vicious as they were deadly, and they were for some reason prone to hunting Force users. On the other side of the spectrum were the nearly sessile, lizard-like creatures known as Ysalamiri. These were the only known creatures in the galaxy that had the ability to ”˜repel' the Force- a trait gained through evolution in the constant war for survival. It was this reason why Jedi (and Sith alike, for that matter) were so few and far between on the planet. It had always been this way, since the dawning of the Republic.

 

Hence it had become a hideaway of sorts for smugglers, bounty-hunters, crime-lords, and other assorted rogues. In fact, the planet's main (and pretty much only) port town Hyllyard City could even rival Tatooine's Mos Eisley in terms of danger and corruption.

 

But they were far away from there. A glance out the viewport showed they were instead over some dense forest. There was no sign of civilization for as far as the eye could see. Talon's ship finally began to slow, and it came to a hover over a small, almost unnoticeable dome. There was a brief pause as Zee communicated with the base's computer below, relaying authorization codes and the like, and then the dome split apart and slid back, revealing a spacious hangar below. As Talon's Eta-2 nestled into place beside several other Jedi ships, the domed roof closed again, locking the Jedi inside and concealing their presence.

 

Talon and Zee disembarked from the interstellar vessel. Talon very much wanted to look around, but there would be plenty of time for that later. Right now, Zee reported to him, the other Jedi were assembling in the med-bay for a brief meeting. The droid plugged into a computer terminal on the edge of the hangar, and provided the Jedi Master with a rough map of the installation. Talon smiled.

 

”œThanks, Zee. Now go have a look around. Unpack some of our stuff. You know the drill.”

[Damon]

Damon listend to the message and cracked his neck.

 

"Well Stephen let us be off then to the med bay then. Gentelmen."

 

The two jedi left the group and made way to the said area and arrived to the site of two of the orders finest jedi. Damon lead a bowed and singled for Stephen to do the same. He spoke to the two masters after comming to a rise.

 

"Nice to see you both. Its been a while. I hope both of you didn't get to injured during Haruun Kal. Sorry to be so ADD here, but why were Stephen and I asked to come here?"

[Scorso Redentore]

The nauseating blur of hyperspace distinguished itself from the nondescript obscuration that had plagued it, seas of piercing amethyst defining the sites of Myrkr before their master. Whispers of reminiscence slipped into his ears... the words of the master who had led him to this place with but an unanswered query. Further crapulence had led him to a possible response, yet his feelings were his only sole possessions. They were the one possession that could resist all the tearing and prying of the outside world if one had the will to resist the galaxy's predators.

 

Scorso Redentore had that will.

 

His tracks mimicked those of his master, following instinctively within the footholds of the jedi master. As his white garb brushed against the solid ground of the base, the apprentice sustained his vigilant apathy... the indomitable veneer suffering no cracks. He had heard tales of this planet and how the force ebbed before the suffocating ambience of yslamari. Surely this could be the one refuge for his mind and thoughts, where the jedi or sith wouldn't have to be trusted not to penetrate the barriers of his mind... rather they were simply not allowed access. Perhaps, with an amount of dedication, the man would find himself in a position where relying upon the environment to shield his privacy would not be required.

 

Scorso Redentore had that dedication

 

With the hissing of cogs came the recession of the metallic door as the ground swallowed its entirety, revealing the med bay of the base. Medical droids scurried about fullfilling their monotonously menial tasks with undiluted vigor, the type of ignorant bliss that resided in the inanimate, apparent in their mechanical zeal. Hence why they were employed in the services of many, for efficiency trumped humanism where credits were concerned in the eyes of the greedy.

 

Jedi drew themselves to the presence of his master as moths, hypnotized by the dancing flames of torches. It was unmistakable that the man who called himself Darkfire possessed some respect within the ranks of these Jedi. Perhaps if one were to attempt the metamorphosis from a man to a guardian, this man might be the one to lead it.

 

Might...