A small voice whispering in the dark makes an offer (invite)

[Rianna Organa]

She did not need permission to come to Mandalore she had a home here, just as she had once had one on Alderaan. Coming here today though this was taking courage that she had not had to touch in sometime. She knew that many of Jas'ika's brothers and sisters were quite angry, and the death of Mia had hit them all hard.

To lose their two field marshalls in one invasion had taken some of the fight out of some, and in others it had placed a bitterness into them that drove them for revenge. Rianna was coming here to convince them otherwise, and to plead a case to save her riduur. They had to listen to her, why had they not come to her and spoke to her. She who shared intimate moments with him. Who knew his fears, his concerns the unspoken things that only husbands and wives say to one another.

The heaviness of the burden she carried wore on her. Sleepless nights had brought dark circles under her eyes, the anxiety of not knowing had taken her appetite she was thinner than when she had first met Jas'ika's vod.

She knew she would have to use logic, and explanation over her force intuition to get them to understand. She stood now hands folded on top of the simple black dress she wore. She would forgo the long black robes of a Jedi. She wanted them to see her in this way to hear her speak not as a force user, as a jedi but as one of them.

She stood outside MandalMotors having requested a meeting with those she knew, in hopes of convincing them would convince the Mand'alor. She did not know if they would bring others with them, no matter she was prepared for that as well.

[member="Azrael"]
[member="Anija Ordo"]
[member="Arrbi Betna"]

 

[Azrael]

One of the largest compounds on Keldabe; Mandal Motors boasted not only a massive construction site where star ships of all kinds and sizes were being worked on daily. Either in construction, reconstruction, or dismantling - the factory was always busy churning out new products, and retrofitted ideas. It's prominence in the capital was easily seen as it spanned not only the factory and ground ship yards, but also an impressive and gallant hall that was normally used for more official means. On a daily basis it was mostly empty and devoid of activity aside from regular maintenance and cleaning crews. This was a place of ceremony, a place of business, and a place of sanctuary on occasion. Since Gilamar had become Mand'alor however - this had become the veritable throne room of their sole ruler, where he conducted his public affairs for the vode. Clan meetings and other matters of importance on Yaim were conducted here so Gil could be close by to his true heart's calling - that of being an engineer.

The adopted son of Mand'alor was also one of the companies assets. Having led the life of a salvager and a junker on Mantell, he was suited for this business, and had made great strides in bringing things back from death, and turning the dead husks of ships into living 'breathing' vessels worthy of fight and flight. The irony of resurrection hadn't been lost on the Field Marshal in his time working in the factory and the orbital space station above the planet's atmosphere. He was in the business of reviving the dead and salvaging what he could. With the paradigm shifting events on Coruscant, Azrael had determined to stay busy while the threat and obstacle of his Ori'vod weighed heavy on his mind as well as the rest of the Mando'ade. While he wasn't with the armed forces of the Mandalorian people, he was working on the ships and shipyards to maintain. It was basically busy work, but demanded enough time and attention that he kept himself busy and his mind occupied. It was one of the few things that kept him from jumping into the Night Shadow and tracking down Ordo wherever he went to quarry.

Rianna Ordo was the second, but still important, reason that he'd not taken flight to confront the new Dark Lord. To be more specific it was Ordo's family that he had a tremendous amount of respect for. He'd not entangle himself with Ordo while it tear apart his family. Adopted or not, family meant a great deal to the half-blood. It was Ordo who had brought the Field Marshal to Mandalore, and taught him many valuable skills. He'd not tarnish that man's reputation by seeking him out like any random traitor. He knew the Resoln'are, but Ordo knew it as well. From what little he knew of the situation - he understood easily that his Ori'vod was also well aware of the actions he was taking, and how it would force the Mandalorian's hand. Thus, when Rianna had called for a meeting among the vode, and his name came up - Azrael was slightly taken off-guard by the request. He'd only met the woman once, and even then it was brief. Still he wouldn't refuse. As Rianna approached Mandal Motors hall, she'd find that the doors were open, however Azrael remained outside them, seated on a block of stone that lead up to one of the large door frames. His handy hydro-spanner was being used to adjust his left arm's servo drive, and tighten it after he had foolishly pushed it passed it's lifting capacity. It was evident he was being reckless.

"Oloram ner'vod." Azrael let out in smooth Mando'a while twisting the spanner clockwise. Today he wasn't wearing his beskar'gam, but was instead clothed in a somewhat durable version of coveralls with a spacer's leather apron tied around his waist and covering his chest and thighs. It was autumn on Mandalore, and sometimes despite the suits inherent temperature control features, he preferred the fresh air and natural breeze to press against his form. He tended to loose touch with the natural world the more he wore the armor, but such was the price for being vode, and he didn't terribly mind it.

[member="Rianna Ordo"] | Anija Ordo | [member="Arrbi Betna"]

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna approached with some amount of caution she could see [member="Azrael"] sitting. She remembered him from their very brief meeting and she had heard quite a bit about him from Arla who had toured MandalMotors before all of this had begun. Rianna truly did not know what to expect because she was so close to all the events she was unable to see ahead what the future held was blank.

It was disturbing to her, but she accepted it as the will of the force no matter how much it bothered her. She pushed down the emotions that threatened to emerge, "Su'cuy Azrael, I don't know if you remember me." She only paused for a moment gathering her courage, "I am Rianna, wife of Ordo" How would this all go, what had they planned for him, and by the force would they at least listen to what she had to say in his defense.

She looked to his arm, "Anything i can help with?" Even now her desire to help managed to find a voice. She did not reach out to touch in case he was already finished, or worse that he would be offended to be touched by a Jedi. She had been a member of the Republic, and she was a force user these two things would not work in her favor with the mandalorians. They had made it very clear their position, was this why. She stopped thinking.

She wanted to ask her next question but waited, controlled the desire to spit out the words that were desperately wanting to be set free.

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Azrael"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Rianna Ordo"]

Anija too had begun to make her way to MandalMotors Hall. She'd only been here a few times when she had accompanied Ordo to clan meetings. But today, she was here for a very different reason. She walked slowly towards Azrael and Rianna, Ordo's old buy'ce gripped in her hands. It was the same one he'd worn the day he'd given her a new life. And the very same that he'd left behind on Aeten II.

Hefting her burden slightly, she wrapped her fingers around the buy'ce's lower edge. Just the one object brought back so many memories. Of her childhood and training. But also of more recent events. Aeten II specifically. She felt emotion rise again, and she stopped short of the others as she tried to calm herself. She'd shot Ordo, injuring him badly. And then that thing possessing him had made it worse. That, she wasn't sure she could forgive herself for.

'But could Rianna? And would they be able to find Ordo and rid him of the sith spirit....?'

 

[Azrael]

Over the years dealing with a harsh climate and even worse conditions for work, the young half-blood had learned to internalize his anger and his pain rather well. While that act generally soured his disposition, and hardened his resolve to be a stoic unflinching stone to most, it also provided him with a way to deal with issues that would unhinge some of the most stalwart warriors of the vode. The persona of the Field Marshal though had softened a touch around the Mando'ade since he first stepped foot on Yaim. He'd become trusting of his family, and loyal to their creed and culture. Azrael was not a Mandalorian by birth, but by choice and adoption and it had redefined his character and his outlook on life. That being said, it was an especially hard to deal with blow that came when Ordo had took the throne as the Sith's new Dark Lord. The betrayal he felt in that action (accompanied with Mia's death) had driven Azrael to push his frustration into outward actions. As evidence of this chink in the armor of his resolve, he'd pushed his bionic arm passed its limit in the factory and overloaded a servo he was attempting to fix.

"Not unless you're proficient with alchemized servo motors." His tone was glib, but it wasn't directed at Rianna, but to himself as he was foolish enough to try and support a part of a ship that was well beyond the load bearing properties of his prosthetic. The servo wasn't broken, it simply wasn't calibrated for such a weight, as it was intended to push a certain amount of energy into the appendage without straining. He'd popped that socket and was now in the process of carefully winding it back down to reset the precise gauge inside. Before the upgrade done by one of the Fringe's leading scientists, it would have done a lot more damage. His arm was far more sturdy now, with a density and resolve that would match his beskar'gam pound for pound. Gray eyes filtered up to look at Rianna in her formal attire and study her for a quiet moment.

"Mando'ad draar digu, ner'vod. What can I do for you?" His tone was a little lighter, slightly more friendly as he kept hold on the spanner, the speed set to a slow rotation so he could monitor the progress inch by inch. Too loose and it'd just pop out again, and too tight meant it wouldn't balance the load correctly. He'd make no comment about her husband partially for her sake, and partially because he didn't want to start an argument if he could help it.

A shift in his gaze came as Anija began to approach the pair, toting her gifted buy'ce in her grip and heading towards the hall itself. Apparently Rianna hadn't only contacted himself, but others for a meet and greet. A silent nod was offered to the young woman who had recently inherited the task of overseeing the large Hypernautics operation. A subsidiary of Mandalore's own ship and fleeting development corporations. He'd heard of the temporary assignment and had often wondered if he could have shouldered that task, or one like it. Gilamar was still the chief engineer of MandalMotors, and despite his title of Mand'alor, he'd kept working on his ship and doing test flights when he had time. Azrael silently dreaded the day he might call on him, and present him with the company to run if he could no longer carry that responsibility in favor of keeping his people and his planet safe and in check.

[member="Rianna Ordo"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] | @Arbbi Betna

 

[Arrbi Betna]

They didn't know what Ordo would do. The creature in possession of him was an unknown factor. Ordo wouldn't attack them, he wouldn't send anyone after them. But that thing might.

It was probably overreaction, but Betna wasn't alive for no reason. Caution was a virtue among the Mandalorians and one that Arrbi followed nigh religiously.

He stepped over to Anija, his heavy, armored boots easily heard on the floor. He wore his full armor from head to toe, and while he wasn't geared out to the level he preferred, he was heavily armed, even for a Mando. His tried and true .44 revolver rode on his right thigh and the stock of an old, pump-action shotgun could be seen over his shoulders. A wrist rocket adorned his left gauntlet while a flame projector was bolted to his right. A few grenades sat on his belt with extra ammunition and a pair of vibroknives were hooked to the back of his belt. The hilts of longer vibroknives could be seen at the top of each boot. He was geared for a war. A war against anyone that would harm those that he considered his family.

He drew level with his beloved and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. He still wore his helmet, but he knew that she didn't need to see his face to know how he felt, how he thought. They were all concerned and saddened. Ordo was family. Ordo was a friend. Ordo was one of the vode. They all wanted him home, but none really knew.

He figured that was why they were here.

 

[Rianna Organa]

[SIZE=12pt]Rianna approached with caution, “Aliit ori’shya tal’din” She looked at his arm, “I am proficient in many areas” She wanted it to be an ice breaker between them for the words that she would utter next would not be easy to understand. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]“I have been” it was then that she felt the familiar presence approaching with another the other had to be Arrbi. She waited till they were closer and then she made sure her gaze was upon Azrael she did this only to make sure she had his attention. She needed only convince one field marshall and he would convince the others, of that she was certain.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She took a deep breath she knew what she was going to say would certainly raise a brow, “I suspected something wrong when he came home after Coruscant without knowing what had happened” All the details she had not known about Mia if she had she would have questioned him then but that was then. “He spoke to me of unifying the Sith so that the good people would unify against the Sith once they saw that evil could work together” The words were not quite the same but the meaning was, “he would create war to start more war”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She looked back at Arrbi and Anija, then back to Azrael, “my riduur, your ori’vod” She turned to Anija, “your buir” She looked down and then back up, “he would not say these things he had seen too much war to believe what he said would work”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“The battle of Coruscant” She held out the holos that she had been able to get and record, “if you watch these it is the footage of Jas’ika” She bit her lower lip, “Of Ordo coming into the temple. You will see what you know to be familiar and then you will see a very subtle change” She tried to hide the sadness, and hints of desperation that she felt.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“[member="Ordo"] is being possessed by a dark spirit” She held her head high she looked him straight on. “It hides from me when he is home, but it also needs rest.” [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Rianna got closer, and then kneeled down to look up at Azrael, “I have done so much research using history Jedi texts all he needed was a fear” He had fears. What man did not have fears. What woman did not have them. Through fear that was how Exar Kun was able to convince so many students at Master Skywalkers first academy and how he possessed them and eventually killed them. They had to be careful that this creature did not kill Jas'ika.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Jas’ika feared that war would continue and our family he would not be able to protect” It was so difficult and it hurt her to have to say the words that they shared when they were alone, she felt like a traitor to him but this would save his life. “The spirit had to be using that fear to possess him” She leaned back on her heels. She could prove it, "I can prove it, but please [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]don’t kill my riduur, please give me the chance to prove what I am saying[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]” She continued to hold up the holos, [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]“look for yourself[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]” Rianna had never begged for anything in her life but the life of her riduur of her soul, her heart she would do anything even beg. Sitting there before Azrael was not the Duchess of House Organa, nor the Master Jedi this was Rianna an ordinary woman was the Riduur of Jasper be Ar'klim and she was prepared to beg for his life if she could not convince him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt][member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Azrael"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"][/SIZE]

 

[Azrael]

Marking the true first occasion where Azrael would meet the wife and beloved friend of his Ori'vod - he felt regret that it had to be under such circumstances. The reason for her visit was not lost on the young half-blood, and he took this arrival and request at not small consequence. Azrael was separated from this conflict, separated from the man he still viewed as his big brother, friend, and mentor. Even on Coruscant he had not directly engaged Ordo, as he hadn't had the time since the Protectorate's vessel had begun a collision course with the throne room proper of Ordo's dominion on the planet. Even when word was given that he was returning home to see his wife -- Azrael did not follow out of sheer respect for his brother. In part Azrael didn't want to face Ordo in this state, hoping against hope that if he kept denying the reality, and never having to look the former farmer in the visor, he'd stave off the reactions he'd be prone to. Azrael knew betrayal and treachery all too well - and he didn't want to believe that Ordo could enact such soul-wrenching crimes against his family.

Nimble yet strong digits pressed to the spanner as he worked the servo back into place. The gentle whirling sound seemed louder now that the shop's sounds were just distant white noise. Gray eyes rested on his bionic arm while Rianna began to state her case. From appearance purposes, it might have seemed that Azrael wasn't listening - when the opposite was wholly true. He had fixated on his arm while he engaged actively in her story about what had befallen such a trusted and stalwart member of their culture. He dare not look at Rianna as the emotions that leapt from her throat were so palpable and difficult that he found it equally daunting to lock eyes in earnest with the woman. He could hear the passion in the somewhat shaky timbre of her voice, giving credence to her words in so much as he didn't even need to see the holo recordings of that day. She spoke this with such conviction that Azrael was already assured that what she said was the truth.

While remaining silent, Rianna's next action caught him off-guard and fell into the corner of his peripheral vision. The woman, the Jedi Master, and wife to his Ori'vod had lowered herself to rest on her knees before his seated frame, literally placing the fate of her husband and her very soul in the hands of a boy younger than herself. The shift of his attention came with a concerned visage as gray eyes lifted from his bionic arm to fixate upon the soulful, almost tearing, eyes of the raven haired woman before him. Silence echoed passed from her words for a while as he studied her posture and glanced at the recordings she was offering. It perplexed him that she would arrive at the conclusion that Azrael had much to do with this matter. Despite him being a Field Marshal, dealing with Ordo was going to have to be a council of the clans, and ultimately Mand'alor's decision. However, he saw the merit in asking him; his would be a voice that would be heard in the matter. First thing was first though.

"No." Azrael said in a firm tone of resolve. His body moved, stepping down from the stone on which he had set, to stand before Rianna in what appeared to be an act of authority. Seconds passed as he had finished the repair to his arm and stowed the hydrospanner in the spare compartment on his appendage. Quickly dropping his left hand, he reached out with his right to offer it towards Rianna. "The wife of my Ori'vod will not kneel before me or any of the vode." He offered with a calm visage, drawing the woman to rise from the ground and stand before him. She was an honored woman in his eyes, and well in stature above himself. Despite the transgressions of his brother, he knew it'd be a complete slap in the face to have the man's wife kneel before him in any matter. Only when she would find her footing did he part his hand and retire backwards to lean against the hewn stone entrance of the hall behind him. A thoughtful pause taken as he glanced upwards at both Anija and Arrbi nearby.

"I cannot pretend to comprehend what has happened to Ordo. I've no understanding of the Force, or spirits of Dark Lords." He said in explanation, as this space magic and wizard duels were beyond his level of comprehension. Azrael knew how to fight, knew how to tactically attack a target, but thus far in his career his mind was his own He'd not been bested and turned into a slave for some esoteric entity that sought to direct his footsteps. "However, if what you say is true; and I believe it to be, then Ordo is not responsible for this haraan reigned down on us." His eyes shifted looking for input from the other Mandalorians at the scene. "What would you suggest we do, Rianna? You are for all purposes an expert in the area of the Force. What can be done?"

[member="Rianna Ordo"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Anija Ordo"]

 

[Anija Betna]

As Anija and Arrbi stood a few paces away from [member="Azrael"] and [member="Rianna Ordo"] she watched the exchange intently. Of the four of them, she could feel Rianna's emotions. They tugged at her in the Force. She too felt much the same as the woman she had come to regard as her dalyc'buir .

Rianna's words floated between them, and Anija stepped closer, to add not just visual support, but emotional as she tried to project calm to Rianna.. to all of those present. She felt much the same way Azrael did: betrayed. It felt like a punch to the stomach. Not only when she'd first heard of it, but more so when she'd seen it for herself on Aeten II.

Her eyes narrowed slightly behind her visor as she listened to Rianna relate what had happened. It made sense. Too much so. And for Anija, she could see pieces of the puzzle failing into place in her mind. She looked to [member="Arrbi Betna"] for a moment, reaching over to grip his hand before she stepped even closer to Rianna.

Now she was within arm's reach. It was then that she shifted her attention to Azrael as she hefted [member="Ordo"]'s old buy'ce. Her tone, while strangely formal, couldn't quite disguise her own inner turmoil. "Field Marshal, what Rianna says is true. I have seen the change in him with my own eyes.. " She looked back at Arrbi for a moment. "Ordo is still there, but the spirit is strong. If Rianna knows of a way, I want to help."

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Betna stopped at the edge of the other pair while they spoke. He felt Anija squeeze his hand and squeezed hers in return. He listened to Rianna and Azrael as they spoke, his mind soaking the information in.

Ordo wasn't himself now, at least, he wasn't in control of himself. The spirit that held him controlled his actions, his decisions. It fed into his fear and forced him to do what it showed him, what it wanted him to do. That was no way to live, no way to exist. Betna's mind raced as their conversation went on.

If there was some way to help Ordo. If there was something that could rip the spirit from his body and force it away, then there was a way to save him. That alone was worth it. To bring him back meant everything to Rianna and Anija, he knew that. It meant everything to him, too. This was Betna's family as much as his own was. Ordo was, in a way, Arrbi's buir, too.

And he would personally go and get him if that was what it took. He wasn't a bounty hunter for nothing.

[member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Rianna Ordo"] [member="Azrael"]

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna allowed Azrael to let her up she felt it was a humble position to show how serious she was about her cause. Her cause? Had she really thought that this was not a cause this was more than that. This could change everything, change the entire mandalorian empire. No, it was not a cause. She could see that he was thinking on what she had said. And then as if the force had made it all possible Anija and Arrbi talked of what they saw and how they believed the same thing.

A small victory they believed what was said. She smiled something she had not done in weeks.

"Ordo must be captured alive, and then.." She looked at the group she knew what she would say could be quite alarming. "I must kill [member="Ordo"]" She said it so very matter of fact so quickly that she could not look up at them. Had she just begged for his life so that she could take it? She did not wait for their reactions which she knew would come as soon as the words registered and took meaning.

"There are things about a spirit, especially a dark spirit. Anyone around it, if it can find a way it will take possession of you. A single doubt, a bit of anger it can turn it into an argument. Convince you as evil does with words of quicksilver, and an argument so convincing you'd kill your entire family because you believe it." Rianna shifted slightly putting her hands behind her back looking more like a Jedi now.

"If you are to help me, you must face your fears and not have them control you or you" She looked at each of their faces, "could be the next vessel for the dark lord of the sith" She too could end up so she would need to be stronger. Then she remembered looking over at [member="Anija Ordo"], "Anija you are force sensitive and therefore someone the spirit will look at with quite a bit of curiosity" She looked at [member="Arrbi Betna"], and remembered who can you be held hostage for, yes they could be held hostage one for the other. "Arrbi you hide some things so well perhaps you do not have a fear to be exploited so, perhaps you can be the voice of assurance"

She looked at [member="Azrael"], "I don't know you very well but I can say with some certainty that the death of Mia would be quite an avenue for you. Hate, pain all ways for the dark lord to wiggle himself inside"

Such decisions that would lay upon this little group and a single life that could hang in the balance, and if not done correctly it would be all their lives on the line. The dark side was powerful for a reason it was very seductive and promised so much delivered so little. It had the power though to make a person think they were getting everything they wanted even as dark corruption filled their minds and souls to a point where eventually there was no return. Once all the joy and life that one person had was sucked dry and turned to dust that was when the darkness had completely won. And if they did not get to Ordo soon he could very well be lost to them forever the spirit would kill him and move on.

Rianna shook her head she relied on the force that this would not be so she let go of that emotion that fear. She would not give the dark lord a place to hide, and she would not allow any of her family, and friends to be taken.

"So now that I have said all of this my plan would be to use the force to fight this darkness within Ordo" What exactly she had planned she could not share at the moment for when it happened they would all need to believe, every one of them had to believe what their eyes told them.

 

[Anija Betna]

Anija listened closely as Rianna spoke, and she felt her blood run cold at the woman's words. That... wasn't what she'd expected, certainly. And so, she paid closer attention and shook herself slightly. "K...kill him....? Did I hear that right...?" She frowned heavily. It wasn't an idea that she enjoyed the thought of very much at all. As Rianna continued speaking, Anija stilled, and took a deep breath. "How can one face their fears? I have done so to a degree.... but we don't have a lot of time to work with..." Reaching over, she gripped Arrbi's hand firmly as she straightened. "Whaever happenes, and whatever evils we have to face, we will do so... together."

[member="Azrael"]
[member="Arrbi Betna"]
[member="Rianna Ordo"]

 

[Azrael]

The Force, the Dark Spirits, all this religion around this energy field he had no connection with -- it was all beyond him. Still the stark contrast of Rianna's words cut him from pondering what she must be going through at the moment. Ordo was her husband, and he'd seen the change in his Ori'vod once he had returned from his solo adventure in wild space. When he first met Ordo, the man had been a heavy drinker, and a brawler. He had some compassion, but he was lost in the black, and he really didn't have much of a purpose aside from trying to find the old flame he'd held onto. Now he had Rianna, and he'd witnessed the personality to a complete one-eighty. Ordo was a happy vibrant and enthusiastic vod. It warmed Azrael's heart to see him be so fulfilled. After all of that and their current situation, now she was asking he be delivered so she could end his life?

Both brows rose at her mention of that, but he stayed his tongue for the time being, allowing her to hopefully elaborate. His arm of flesh and arm of metal crossed in front of his chest watching the woman with a wary gaze. Speaking of the fears of the past, and the hardships they had dealt with - and her grave warning that every little crack in their guarded personalities were at risk of being exploited and used against them. He wasn't sure what the Dark Spirit that infested Ordo could do with any of the non-force sensitive Mandalorians, but he wasn't aiming to find out either. With all the forces Azrael had faced, his mind had always been his own. He was of a strong will, so subtle manipulation was most likely off limits, but those practiced enough in the arts of bending the will and shaping the mind would probably have a field day with him and several other of the Mando'ade. From what he knew of Ordo - the man was on par with other Masters of the Jedi Order, and he had fallen to the will of this Dark Lord, or for some reason had let him in. No one truly knew what his motivations were, or what had happened on Coruscant except for Ordo - and so far he wasn't exactly sharing. A thoughtful expression washed over the Field Marshal as he considered what Rianna was proposing; and it sounded risky at best.

"Let me see if I understand this. In order for the Dark Spirit that's clouding Ordo's mind to be vanquished -- you have to literally kill him in the process?" The knitting of his brows evident while he stated that in a questioning and confused tone. "It seems as if you're more worried about where the Dark Spirit would go next rather than Ordo's life - which I can't begin to think is your true motivation." Azrael gave another pause as he pushed off from the slab of stone and took a few measured steps to the side, thinking over the situation, and what he knew that could already combat the Force in others. "I suppose a Force nullifying detention collar, or putting him on Myrkr wouldn't help?" He supposed that this Dark Spirit was certainly an entitiy of the Force itself and without a connection to it, he assumed Ordo would come back to them without the taint of this dark one looming inside. Azrael possessed a tactical mind, and tried to engineer solutions that weren't always the most obvious. He was a salvager by trade, his entire job for years had been to find ways to make things work when other people would just give up. With some tutoring from the more experienced vod, he'd learned to put that mentality to work in the field of battle and it had served him well.

"I think you're gonna have to slow walk me through this one, Rianna."

[member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Rianna Ordo"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"]