Private Family of Blood

[Syn]

Tempest Yore

The sounds of the jungle were potent.. the jedi temple on the world was only in a small section of it. Gallos was much much larger and more dangerous as it had been used to house and breed sithspawn and other creatures by Kaine and his sith empire plus more and more. A hunting ground that attracted a few who were strong or wanted to test their strength. The latest hunt as the jedi master crouched there on the thick branch of a tree. A Shadowfang Beast and he hadn't invited others. Alema was using the ships scanners to track and follow the being but it was deeper and was fighting other creatures on the world itself. The temple here though wasn't like the Temple of Omean where the few shadows were secured and remained. Awaiting the councilor of first knowledge and orders.

"Master there is movement three kilometers to the north. It looks like a larger grouping of leviathan in one of their mud pits." The voice said it as he adjusted his senses... reaching out for the distance and able to see it. The scent on the wind of rotting things from the pit potent to the masters heightened senses. He could see it now in the force when he moved. The crunch of bone under heel as he landed from the high tree and took off at a run through the jungle. Screeches coming for a moment when something heavy was attempting to give chase. There was hot breath and something else coming when he heard the crashing of two large things smashing into each other. The roars of rage and then of pain that came from flesh and bone being torn into. He lept over a mound as pelko bugs were all over bodies.

The run brought him to the edge and he lept down scenting and sensing the beasts in the mud. Baby leviathan that didn't look dangerous... like large grubs but they grew large and grew
fast. His jaw clenching for a moment when he came down smashing two fists into the blister sac of the adult which got a scream... his fists digging into the flesh and going in while the putrid scent came but he stayed at it allowing the force to guide him along with momentum down deeper and deeper into he was on the ground. With a pool coming over his head that didn't do much to wash anything off. He stood there for a moment when the thing was falling over and more things were alerted to his presence in the mud pit. Tempest would be... maybe not freaking out at the monsters she was used to that... but the mud on her white robes maybe.

"Well that is certainly one way to handle it but there are more coming and the main thing you are going after isn't here." Alema said it as the jedi master moved around in the mud and could sense all of the other things coming around. "No worse than the usual state of things." He had a tight lipped grin on his face while overhead some of the things were flying. Battle hydras, derriphans and attracted to the darkside this far out from the core worlds... starweirds would show up from the dangerous creatures and shred some of them if you were lucky or go after observation ships when one was really unlucky. His foot digging itno the mud for a moment to tighten his stance as the planet of sithspawn was prime for training and letting loose as it were. "Are you going to remove the force limiters?"

The question was fair but the robes were designed for jedi shadows older ones not the new ones calling themselves such. To contain power enough and it was by their own choice. "No need." He spoke while walking and breathed in with the scents of blood and mud around him.. the creatures were there and this was what he did as he drew in the force energies around himself. One of the creatures moving disoriented for a moment and he struck at him as it was launched back into another creature. HE was allowing the force to guide his movements and there was always more. Her welcomed Sera and Tempest when thney were around and it was known he was on Gallos hunting usually more and more. Other jedi rich worlds would be safer with the amount of jedi that were there.

 

[Tempest Yore]

TAG: Syn ​

‘What is it with the old Master and bugs?’ Tempest wondered as she evaded her fifty-thousandth beast. She isn’t against killing them, even though there are some sentient species. None of these are meant to be sentient by nature. Their existence as such is an abomination of Sith creation. Plus, their cognition and understanding regarding their relationship to the rest of existence is far lacking than necessary for the hope of any beneficial evolution of them.

Anticipating the extent of her physical challenge, which the Jedi Master is known for, Tempest brought with her alot of energy crystals to fortify her endurance. She followed the noise up ahead of herself along the path. She cloaked her presence in the Force and still found herself path blocked by beast after filthy beast as they piled on top of one another. A quick and effortless Force Push to their heart or eye, caused each beast that crossed her path to fall dead in her wake.

‘Master Syn must have a story about why he always seeks out his revenge on creatures such as these. Maybe they ate a good friend of his in the past? Or perhaps one turned him down…’ she can only imagine!

“We are never going to get you married again while this sort of engagement is what you call an adventure, and is the only sort of event you invite a women to,” she spoke aloud as she entered the center of the hoard, to stand at his side. That very instance, many of the beasts jerked their heads around and moved to pounce upon her. Tempest raised her hands and sent out a targeted thrust, to disrupt their lifeforce and cause the lot of them to fall to the ground dead.

"Why is your method of demise always such an ugly one? You hack and slash, and spill guts everywhere. You pick up their stench, and carry it back to your ship. No woman with a nose on her face is going to step onto the gangplank. You are really limiting your options. Do you know how hard it is for someone like me to find you a prospective mate who doesn't even possess nostrils drilled into their skull?" She is jesting, but in all actuality, what she is relaying is not wrong!

Syn asked her along to locate something. There is always something hidden inside an abandoned Temple, things charmed to hide themselves until their magick wears off over time, and until a Jedi passes by and his Force radar picks up on its existence. She doesn't know what is here, but its sure a presence to behold already.

"This thing you found, why you can't just lasso it from here I'll never know. Why our people always put charms over things that we have to go literally digging around before we locate it, I will never understand. Remind me to present my formal grievance about this practice to the Counsel after we are finished. Whatever it is, surely no Sith wants in the first place!" she complained about the slow process of discovery, where he was likely sure she would complain about the bugs in general, which she is accustomed to whenever he is nearby!

"You know...you make it very difficult to miss you..."
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[Syn]

Tempest Yore

Her approach was sensed.. he felt it in the force before there was a scent and... Tempest was always direct as he finished off a creature. Standing there and looking up as he listened. The laugh came a little at first.. she wasn't wrong about any of it and he didn't know if he should be concerned about her thinking he needed someone or if he gave that impression. The jedi master looking down towards her and he had a grin on his face while he moved over and stood there. "And yet, absence makes you returning to aid me all the better." His hand came out and he bowed his head. "Welcome back."

THe jedi master wasn't worried about some things.. the creatures here were mostly dangerous to others. "As to why it must always be like this... it is because others don't. This world was made to cultivate and breed monsters of war that will tear and shred anything that they come across and there are greater dangers that have been dropped off here in recent years by the various sith groups." He said while turning.. he didn't have to look at her... the sash covering lack of eyes most just listened cause miraluka didn't always see the people even in the force if they were lower in terms of sensitivity.

The jedi master always made it a point though with Tempest... their first interactions were different but she had stayed, she had learned and she had grown in many ways. He went towards a section of fallen trees and cleared away some of the debris and the mud. "Shadowbeasts are dangerous to try and fight with a lot of people... others become nervous, try to use blasters which is absorbs and can turn into a shield or even beam weapon. The best way to fight it is by being able to grapple it to the ground." He smirked at that. "The other things I found here are mostly abandoned sith temples and crashed ships that got stow aways which is why Alema is flying around instead of in a single place for long."

 

[Tempest Yore]

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Tempest gripped her old Master's sticky bug slimy hands with her ever pristine white gloves, in a warm gesture of welcome. She did miss the old man, but he always made it impossible to remember why, as he always got right down into the thick of fighting his enemy, putting off introductions.

Loads of citadels and Temples had been overtaken by the enemy, plundered and converted into a holy place for the apostate, time and time again over the centuries. There is always something left to unearth.

"I really never even tried to keep up with all the Jedi Temples." Tempest shoved another mass of bugs which tried to approach them, with a simple Force Push. "Never studied that Encyclopedia of the Galaxy's Giant Bug Populations you demanded of me when I was young. I may have sucked as a student; but I surely did learn stuff at my own pace." She wasn't the scared little girl who used to stay awake at night and pray that her Master would suddenly share her aversion to icky bugs.

Knowing that he can't see himself the way she sees him, as he traverses his life seeing his world only through the force, thoughtfully she began, "Even though you came into this life a Sith Spawn, you know….you have nothing in common with these bugs. You're much more handsome than they." She had tried to elicit a laugh from him. Regardless of the bug slime, she flung her arms around her old Master and gave him a big bear hug.​

 

[Syn]

Tempest Yore

He laughed at that.. the hug was not unexpected and he returned one freeing an arm to wrap it around her. There was a comfort in this... in her words even as even after centuries there was always the lingering doubt of it all. "Perhaps." He said it but she might not have liked the bugs and the mud but she knew better then most how to fight and survive. He saw her in the force and she was as bright as ever.... which was good. "But thank you, your words are always welcomed." He stood there for a moment and just wrapped an arm around her shoulder. THe other creatures around them backing away as they had things to eat once the two of them left and the area was calm enough for a moment.

"You learned your lessons well enough in time and you have more then enough of a lifetime to learn more." As he looked around and walked there were temples spread out across the galaxy... outposts and enclaves.. all of it went a long way this far out and he breathed in. "But tell me Tempest, how has your life been going? Since you can't travel with me all of the time... it is nice to be able to hear about what you have done." He was glad to see her in his own way and hoped she was learning at her own pace in a way that benefitted her since everything that had happened. He could at least make sure she had someone to talk with if she wanted to.