Mother of Pearl
It had been roughly a week since Joza and Vorian’s encounter with Abelain and his…comrade of sorts, Blazing Eye. The pair of Jedi had suffered defeat, but not before the Sith demanded that Joza’s right hand be taken in order for his servant to prove his loyalty. Blazing Eye seemed strangely reluctant to kill her while she was down, an odd contrast from his earlier actions but she gave up on questioning it. In the end, she’d lost her hand to the Esh-kah warrior’s blade.
What frightened her most about the encounter was not the strength of her opponents, or even the near deadly blow that Vorian had received. It was how she’d reacted to seeing the younger Jedi be nearly eviscerated by her own saber as she’d attempted to release him from the strangling hold of the jungle vines from a distance. Abelain was a clever fighter, but she’d cursed him all the same. It was that little act—him changing the trajectory of her saber by a few inches that caused her to be overtaken by anger and panic, slipping into the dark side for a brief moment. The scream she’d released held all of her rage, fear and disappointment…at least it had been enough to push the large warrior away from her after he’d broken her other wrist.
Thankfully, Nikias had received her distress signal and had gotten them out in time for Vorian to be saved. The Apprentice didn’t deserve such a devastating blow, and Joza cursed her own inability to protect him. To her vast relief, he had survived and was in stable condition. And while Joza had recovered from the injures to her throat and left wrist, she was currently missing her right hand as a prosthetic was being made.
Now back on Voss, Joza continued her recovery and break from combat. Moving through the gardens, she had to sigh in contentment. They truly were beautiful and well-maintained, as much of Voss was. The young Zeltron could always find something soothing in the planet, and the gardens were no exception. Rounding a corner, a flash of pink and dark violet hair caught her eye and she perked up, immediately recognizing the form of [member="Maya Carrick"]. There were few Zeltrons she knew of in the various Jedi Orders, and she’d never formally met Maya but had seen her around the Sanctum, mostly when Joza was a Padawan.
"Master Whitelight," Joza greeted in a pleasant tone, offering the woman a small smile, using her maiden name in addressing her. "How are you today?"
What frightened her most about the encounter was not the strength of her opponents, or even the near deadly blow that Vorian had received. It was how she’d reacted to seeing the younger Jedi be nearly eviscerated by her own saber as she’d attempted to release him from the strangling hold of the jungle vines from a distance. Abelain was a clever fighter, but she’d cursed him all the same. It was that little act—him changing the trajectory of her saber by a few inches that caused her to be overtaken by anger and panic, slipping into the dark side for a brief moment. The scream she’d released held all of her rage, fear and disappointment…at least it had been enough to push the large warrior away from her after he’d broken her other wrist.
Thankfully, Nikias had received her distress signal and had gotten them out in time for Vorian to be saved. The Apprentice didn’t deserve such a devastating blow, and Joza cursed her own inability to protect him. To her vast relief, he had survived and was in stable condition. And while Joza had recovered from the injures to her throat and left wrist, she was currently missing her right hand as a prosthetic was being made.
Now back on Voss, Joza continued her recovery and break from combat. Moving through the gardens, she had to sigh in contentment. They truly were beautiful and well-maintained, as much of Voss was. The young Zeltron could always find something soothing in the planet, and the gardens were no exception. Rounding a corner, a flash of pink and dark violet hair caught her eye and she perked up, immediately recognizing the form of [member="Maya Carrick"]. There were few Zeltrons she knew of in the various Jedi Orders, and she’d never formally met Maya but had seen her around the Sanctum, mostly when Joza was a Padawan.
"Master Whitelight," Joza greeted in a pleasant tone, offering the woman a small smile, using her maiden name in addressing her. "How are you today?"