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A soul seperated

Kashyyk.

As if the forests of Kashyyk weren't dangerous enough. Deep into the heart of the forest, there lay the ruins of an ancient temple. Any creature within fifty meters would feel the strong pull of a dark presence radiating from it. Right in the middle sat a dark clad man, wearing a large, black hooded robe over full body armor. He'd been there for hours now, so long it had begun to rain. However, he could feel the rain just as well as his own heart- that is, not at all. Deeply immersing himself in the darkness of his own mind, he lay in wait for whatever the force had in store for him.

[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
[member="Sadrion"]

Alexandra at this point had forgotten why she was on Kashyyk, much less down in the shadowlands. It did bring back memories of deja vu though and the fact that her first mission as a sith had been on this planet. Talk about memories. There was something else though that was pulling her towards what she only percieved as a maelstrom of darkness, not completely sure or not if things would turn out the way that she had expected anymore. In a few minutes she found the source, smiling as she looked down from where she was perched up in a tree. "Hello down there, mind explaining what you are doing?"
 
Opening his eyes a little, Sadrion turned his attention to a presence that now sat some ways above him. Not quite dark, yet not quite light either. His nose turned at the thought. 'Neutrals.' Even Xardus had turned to one when he found no place among anyone. Sadrion accepted that he was a creature of darkness; embraced it even. In his eyes, that made him strong. Never looking up, he answered the girl. "I'm meditating. Feeding on the force. What is a girl such as yourself doing so deep in these forests?"

[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
[member="Sadrion"]

"Feeding on the force huh, you know i don't like that one bit mister. You see, you are causing the force pain, and i don't like it when someone is harming my friends so i will give you a quick choice as to surrender because i really cannot let you hurt it any more than you have already." She crossed her hands into the sleeves of her robes and frowned as she touched the tips of her sabers inside the sleeves, staring and waiting for Sadrion to react in a way she expected of someone that treated the force with no respect.
 
Sadrion mused at the thought. "Surrender?" He looked up at the woman now, a set of golden eyes hidden behind a full helmet. They blinked once, as he examined her closely. "I don't surrender. You'll have to fight me." Getting up, he pulled out a black saber, not igniting it yet. "Try me."

[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
[member="Sadrion"]

"I really do not want to do this, just set the blade down and we can talk about this." She felt something very off about this guy, something was wrong about him and how he was acting... She couldn't tell why. "Just tell me your name sir, i promise if you set the blade down and tell me your name nothing will happen in terms of your being reported to the Jedi, i am not one of them."
 
"First you wanna fight, then you wanna know my name?" His eyes flickered with amusement for a second, considering it. Igniting the bright yellow blade, he snarled softly. "Too late." Reaching out with the force, he pulled the woman to the ground harshly, then raised his blade to his face, the light illuminating a few scars behind the weathered helmet. Shedding his cloak, he readied himself in a battle stance.

[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
[member="Sadrion"]

"Well, it its got to be the violent way then i apologize if you are injured in the process my dear friend." With that her sabers shot to her hands before smiling wider and turning the blades on once more with a grin on her face. She didn't strike with her blades though, but rather a fist sized stone she picked up behind him and shot towards the back of her head, meanwhile she herself would charge, attempting to distract him. Internally she spoke to the other two that she either shared a mind link with or annoyingly had living in her head. 'Hel, act as my eyes and ears for now and control my reaction while i focus on the force. Daeda, watch my back and sides for anything that would come to hit me from behind. This was her point of strength, three minds, and six eyes, two being through the force rather than physical. All working together as Daeda shot from her robes and disappeared into the brush. This man had no idea what he had just condemned himself too and soon she would teach him respect.
 
"Hmph." Raising his free hand, Sadrion flicked aside the stone so it landed a few feet away from him. This took his eyes off of the enemy,however, so when he attempted to speak, it went a little more like: "If you think throwing pebbles at me will take me down, you're highly mist-oof!" He grunted a little as he was pushed back by the woman. Raising his saber to defend himself, he gripped it with both hands and sent a mighty slash downward at her shoulder.

[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
She smiled and moved into his strike range and off to the side, her hair being singed by the blade as she came right up to him, less than a foot separating them before she moved her foot between his legs and grabbed his arm. In slow motion, though in truth this took all of one second, her foot shot out to the side and her hands gripped his arm tight as she attempted to throw him into the ground. IF successful she would then attempt to position herself over and pin the man, if not, it was probably time to start running.

[member="Sadrion"]
 
Though the master couldn't have moved Sadrion very much, with the weight of his body and armor combined, her mover was enough to knock him over. Losing balance, he toppled over like a ragdoll, confusion in his eyes. He wasn't used to that. Next time he looked up, the darksider rolled over quickly to avoid being pinned down. If she saw that hint of doubt in his eyes, the battle would be lost right there.

[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
[member="Sadrion"]

She continued, not ready to stop and using his being on the floor to the advantaged as she pulled her hands back for as second and thrust them towards him, aiming a force blast right into his body which still lay on the ground and attempting to send him fly, or if not just rolling, right into a nearby tree. Following this up she charged in with a metal rod which extended into a full length echani warstaff, aiming a blow at his chest and then at his gut before finally a third strike across the face to try and take him out of the playing field then and there.
 
His strength would be his undoing. Clawing at the ground vainly, Sadrion let loose a strangled cry as he was lifted and sent into the tree, smashing almost all the way through. The next time he looked up, a sense of deja vu came to him as he recognized the staff-one of the same used by Ecani he had seen through his travels. His eyes widened then; though he did not feel either hit to his midsection, the one to the head sent impossible vibrations through his skull, giving him something like a concussion. Giving out a primal scream, he clutched his hands to his head. "Get him out of me! Get him OUT!" The second voice came, almost forced. Like it was Sadrion's yet not, both at once.

[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
She heard him, and knew immediately what was wrong because of her own experience with hel in her own head. "Hel, remove it." With that her eyes flared orange as she gave Hel the room she needed to exorcise this being that possessed who ever Alex had been fighting. With a Laugh Hel removed the amulet out of the robes alex wore and started chanting in ancient sith, her other hand raised and forcing Sadrion to stay put while she continued. Alex made sure to keep Hel on her leash though, this was dangerous letting her do this, but Alex herself could no longer do it. It would soon feel as if Sadrion was being pulled into the amulet and out of Xardus.

[member="Sadrion"]
 
Still screaming, Sadrion could feel the ancient Sith magic explode within him, wrapping itself around him like angry claws. Trying desperately to fight it back, he unleashed his mind out toward the amulet, to no avail. "You can't do this to me! This is my body! No!" He struggled one last time, before his time was evidently up. "Noooooooo!" The light leaving his eyes, the body collapsed on the ground, unconscious.

[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
[member="Sadrion"]

Immediately once the spirit was sealed, Hel herself was thrown back into the background of Alex's mind, who smiled and looked at the amulet before poking it as it hung from her hand for a moment. "Shush." With that she stored the thing in her robes and looked at the collapsed man, walking over cautiously and making sure he was unconscious with her staff before kneeling down and turning him over, her hands working to try and remove his mask so that she could check for a pulse.
 
Upon grabbing at the mask, the master would find it somewhat difficulty, as the entire armoring seemed to be glued to his skin. Once she actually got the mask off, she would see the extremely scarred face of a man in his early thirties, the last few remnants of what was once a full beard clutching to his skin.

[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
[member="Sadrion"]

Seh worked at the mask for a while, and once she got it off all she could do was look at it in a bit of a horrified expression. "Hes..." She sighed at the burned features and sat there before placing her hands over his chest and closed her eyes, focusing her energy on trying to heal him slowly, focusing first on his head to make sure that he didn't suffer any brain damage that would cost him his life, sure she got overzealous when she fought but if she could prevent her opponents death that was for the best.
 
As he tried to regain control of his body, Xardus worked his way back from the depths of his own mind. Soon, he was able to feel the light touch of a woman. Fluttering his eyes open a little, he stared up at her for a second, trying to get his bearings. "Who... who are you?", he asked weakly. He was obviously disoriented, and had no clue what was going on. He could barely even remember what put hi in his predicament.

[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
[member="Sadrion"]

"The woman that kicked your ass and is now healing you, you had a pleasant man inside your head by the way, reminds me of a certain pleasant friend of my own." She avoided his question as she continued to work to mend the more serious injuries she caused before she was satisfied that he would live. Once done she would then turn her head and smile at him quickly, almost innocently as if she hadn't done it before patting his chest. "You should survive, i would suggest getting bacta though to double check by the end of the week."
 

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