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Alone on the Plains (Isolder Arterius)

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
@[member="Isolder Arterius"]

Alexandra sat silently with the landspeeder she had taken out to the secluded plain she sat in now being completely calm and peaceful, she had decided now to get all white robes and her hair recede to its original silvered color, the dark blue dye that used to be obvious in her hair washed out for good. She had been risking being seen by the sith that remained and this was the opportunity to make sure she vanished, but it was probable someone might recognize her so she meditated and waited her eyes closed and her breathing steady and calm.
 
Isolder had come to the planet on orders of his master. He gave no explanation of way, Isolder even wondered if his master knew or was following the Force. It had taken a ship from his faction and found the planet rather simply. Dust rising up as the ship settled, Isolder moved out onto the planet. Grass plains everywhere, he began to move forward. He opened himself up to the Force, something he had been learning to do. Then, suddenly, he found a strange feeling rising through his body. It was calming, something he only had felt in space in isolation. Unhooking a speeder from the ship, he activated it and took off to find the source.

OOC: Excuse the short post.

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Alexandra remained un moving even as she felt the new sensation and sighed, now was a test to see if someone had recognized her or if it was simply a coicidence that someone that had the gift of the force was heading in the same direction. She remained sitting with her hands on her kneeds, the holocron latched at her side on her belt securely and tightly so that no one could just take it and her two sabers on the ground beside her. She would wait for whoever it was that was on the planet now and her Silver eyes rested on the horizon as the day dragged on, her silver hair resting lightly upon her shoulders, blown back as the wind came and went but never for more than a second or two. @[member="Isolder Arterius"]

(( Its ok, my post will be short due to time and awakeness.
 
The wind whipped across his face harshly, but he reveled in it. Spending almost his entire life on board his mother's smuggling ship and breathing artificial air. He spent years on that ship, his only companions were the rest of his mother's crew and the only connection he had to the outside world was when he would venture out as muscle for his mother's crew on assignments. But his ambitions grew far outside the hull of that ship. He knew there was power hidden inside him. A power his mother could never explain. So, he found his way out into the galaxy until the mention of the Sith came to his ear. He had understood the term before, but had no idea what all they encompassed and that his own powers seemed to mirror them. So, he set out for the edge of the galaxy until he found The Sith Council hidden away on Bosph.

Now, under the tutelage of his master, he was training to understand the ways of the Sith. He had no idea why he was on this forsaken rock, but his master had ordered him here. Eventually, his speeder finished the climb up a hill until Isolder could make out a figure towards the bottom. Turning the speeder, he headed straight for the mysterious figure.

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
While the man approached on the speeder the only movement Alexandra made was to clip the Holocron back on her belt and pull her robes over it before going back to Meditating, she had changed her appearance immensely, trading her dark clothing and washing out all blue dye from her hair to make her look entirely different. If this was someone out to find her for what ever reason she would face him with due respect of hostility, all depending on how he handled his approach and his words. Her sabers remained on the ground and hood down, waiting for him to pass by or stop.
 
Isolder's speeder stopped short of the other figure out among the plains. He was confused. He had no idea if this was what he was supposed to be doing out here, but something inside of him was telling him to get off his bike. So, once the speeder had stopped, he lifted his leg over it and slowly walked to the other person. He could sense the Force flowing around the person, though the aura itself seemed vague. Isolder knew this was a Force user, just unsure of anything else. He had no idea what to say to the person. What words should he use?

"I am Isolder Arterius." Was all he could muster. Isolder was not one well gifted with words, but this instants, all that he did know seemed to retreat from him.

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
@[member="Isolder Arterius"]

"Hello, is there anyone that you or looking for are you here just for the fact that you are looking for a quiet place like me?" She leaned forward forward and rested her chin on her hands and her elbows on her knees. She was curious as to why this man was here but was careful incase he was here for harmful reasons. Her defection made her a target for Imperial remnants but she was low enough that she expected no one really cared about her having defected. Perhaps he was just out on a drive or otherwise on an expedition, there was one thing she was sure of, he was force sensitive. @[member="Isolder Arterius"]
 
His dark eyes moved as he studied the woman. He had no idea why he was here, he had hoped that she might have recognized him or had been sent her by his master. Instead, it seemed that his master had only sensed in the Force that Isolder should be shipped away to this planet and find what he needed there. The problem was, he didn't know what he needed. Training? He supposed that is what he sought the most. While he had awaited being taken as an apprentice, he had studied as much as he could. How to control the Force, the concepts of lightsaber combat, the ways of the Sith, he even had dueled other new members to the faction. But he was still new, still fresh and seeking knowledge.

Isolder's master was calming, compared to many of the other Sith Isolder had met, but this woman seemed to present an entirely different presence. He thought carefully about what she said and thought even more carefully about his response. It may would seem vague to any one else, but if this is where the Force was leading him, what he would say would be enough.

"I am not sure what I am looking for. I was drawn here."

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
"You were drawn here, that is your answer?" She raised a brow and sat up straight with her hands crossed over her lap and eyes focused on him, the answer showed one thing on her face, amusement. In truth here was a Jedi or Sith or what ever, and the only explination for being here was that he had been 'drawn' here, it was absolutely hilarious to her. It wasnt that that was his answer, it was the fact that he said it in such an... un force user like way, she had expected, 'Oh the force brought me here' or 'The force had brought me to you.' But no, just a simple i was drawn here.@[member="Isolder Arterius"]
 
She asked if he was sure with his answer. He wasn't. He was out of element ever since he left his mother's smuggling crew. He had only known that life and now he was trying to grow as a Force user alone in the galaxy. He wasn't entirely sure what to say, so he thought for a moment. He didn't expect that he would get anywhere unless he just was up front with the woman. It may take a turn for the worse, but otherwise he wouldn't get anywhere.

"Yes. I am a new initiate to The Sith Council."

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
She said nothing for several long moments, and she couldnt to tell the truth. The Sith Council. Was it really a threat that he was sent after her, was she just some test for the sith intiate, she couldnt think straight as a bit of fear fell off her before she could control it. If the Sith Council knew who she was, no they couldnt, and they wouldnt care about some apprentice that had defected. Either way her hands slid to her thighs, a moments distance from her sabers. "Alexandra Cinthra, Rogue Force User." @[member="Isolder Arterius"]
 
Rouge Force User. It was a type of of path that Isolder had never even considered. He felt better, because at least she wasn't a Jedi, at least not that she was saying. So, why were they here? Obviously, he felt like this was why he was here. He just didn't know why yet.

"Well, I don't know who you are." She seemed tense, so he felt like maybe saying that would help keep her at ease. "But perhaps the Force has brought me here to you. I have been traveling to learn what I can about the Force."

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
"And what exactly has it taught you in bringing you here to me? Im just here basking in the calm that is this planet's plains and what not, so i see little reason for a Sith Apprentice to come and find me in the middle of nowhere." She waited for his response and kept her expression as calm and controlled as she could, he was still a threat even if he had done nothing towards her in the first place. Consider everyone your enemy until proven otherwise, that is how she has survived thus far alone without a guardian. @[member="Isolder Arterius"]
 
Isolder's eyes locked onto her, it may have seemed intimidating even if he meant nothing by it.

"My master told me to come to this planet." He hoped that wouldn't set things at ease, so he added a comment, "He didn't seem to know anything about you, just that I should come here." He was being rather honest with this stranger, but he felt an unusual presence with her. "I am here to learn what I can to become a powerful Force user and a feared warrior."

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
"Why feared? There are much stronger emotions than fear." She crossed her hands over he lap and straightened up. "Or why not become a fearful warrior, to be feared is one thing but true power is in fearing the challenge before you, then you fight with more determination and power than you think possible." Alexandra smiled with queer look upon her face, she was waiting for his answer. After all, everyone wants to be feared, but it is much better to fear like her. @[member="Isolder Arterius"]
 
He stood and pondered her words while in the middle of the field. Slowly, he began to sit down like this mysterious stranger. She had different ideas and views than Isolder ever had, just as his master did. The entire view of The Force and the power he had was being challenged all the time. Now, sitting down on the same level as her, he felt calmer, if only by that simple action.

"Then perhaps you have something you could teach me." He plainly said. Isolder was never the type of person to pass up being taught, regardless who it was by or what their place was in the galaxy.

OOC: So sorry. I am in a theatre production and have been rehearsing all weekend.

@[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
She shook her head where she sat and smiled, crossing her hands infront of her. "Teach you? The only thing i could ever teach you is simply how to fight better, i am not master or knight, just a rogue former apprentice that seeks solitude in calm places. Your master though, does he have a name? Perhaps i knew him once or perhaps he had known me at one time." She rested her chin on her hands, a smile still on her face. @[member="Isolder Arterius"]

OOC: Completely understandable, sorry for bugging you... off topic note, what production?
 
A fighter? This was something he had become very interested in. His own master, though a skilled fighter, was far more adapted to mastery over the Force and shaping. As such, Isolder often found himself going elsewhere to learn ways of war. Isolder saw himself to grow into a warrior. His entire life he had had a burning sense of power and rage, almost like an animal. He decided that someone would either teach him to control it or teach him to unleash it.

"My master is Morna Imura, a powerful Sith Lord and shaper." Was all that Isolder said. "And I am always interested to learn more about combat."

OOC: It is called Dearly Departed. Not my favorite show, but the director and cast were too great to pass up.

@[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Alexandra nodded and thought for a few moments, silent as if she were turning back the time in her head. Shrugging she spoke once more with a yet cheerful tone still. "Never heard of your master, thats a shame though he seems like someone that is certainly a blast to be around and would certainly be a welcoming conversationalist, no? And as for you being interested in combat, thats good, it means you will always be on your toes when threats present themselves... infact how about a test, we fight, you win i will answer any question you have for me or on my way of thinking." @[member="Isolder Arterius"]
 

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