Fugitive of One Sith: What Makes a Gray Jedi, a Gray Jedi.

[K'sara]

Manaan​

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Manaan. Known as the biggest kolto/bacta manufacturer in the galaxy, this planet is known to be inhabited by a race of merfolk known as Selkath. This same race was also responsible for the recovery of Grey Lunara, formerly known as K'sara Korr. Due to this she felt indebted to whomever brought her to the planet to recover after her battle with a Sith knight and four bounty hunters. It was a battle decided in a draw. The locations of her Padawans were still unknown to her, and in her absence she wouldn't be surprised if the one who originally was a politician returned to politics. While the thought worried her, the Padawan, [member="Lady Kay"] was at least trained enough to protect herself against brand new acolyte, and any non-force user. She was more concerned of her other Padawan, [member="Willa Isard"]. Would she be recognizable by her Padawan? The details of the battle were still fuzzy, she barely even remembered being assailed by the rabble led by her former Sith Padawan Sibling.

It was time to at least get into top shape, meditation would be a good start. but where were her lightsabers? All three harbored a meditation stone to help her concentrate. She would search around and soon hear the hiss-buzz of a lightsaber in a room nearby. To the room she attempted to sprint, only to fall against the wall and ending up being forced to walk the distance.


There she found a Selkath who seemed to be the medical personnel who healed her. However, she felt that he had her lightsabers in his possession and soon launched a hand out and pulled them into her hand, subsequently deactivating the double-bladed lightsaber which had been activated only moments prior. She spoke up in a soft voice that obviously could use a beverage to refresh it.


"That is not some toy you can use for your entertainment. While I thank you for the treatment, please do not disrespect your clients' privacy."

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen waved off his men as they took away their prisoner. A rather large selkath that had been causing trouble and mayhem around the planet. Another day, another successful mission. Now it was time to go home and have some of that delicious corellian Whiskey he'd hidden in the stables(he'd noticed some of his stash missing, likely the work of some filching servant.) At least, that's what he thought before another presence winked into existence. Well, not so much existing as growing. It wasn't at its full potential yet, but sensing a bit of strength, he made his way towards the medical ward, giving his men a last command. "Hold the ship for me."

[member="Grey Lunara"]

 

[K'sara]

The female had requested the doctor leave while she entered and gathered her clothing, clothing that left her chest slightly exposed due to barely dodging a lightsaber slash. What was exposed, however, was nothing more than between her breasts leaving it to have her clothing open up near the top. There goes this Jal Shey robe. She would think as she continued to clothe herself, and upon placing her lightsabers upon her belt she felt a presence, like she was being followed. She then darted out, body rushing with adrenaline, using the force to speed herself up, then she would skid to a halt as her force signature and force speed diminished about a hundred yards away from the tavern where she would go to wet her parched throat.

[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Willa Isard]

[member="Grey Lunara"] [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Lady Kay"]

There had been reports that her master had been seen, not many and it wasn't much to go on as the ranger stood up in the ship. They had finished with the work on the Rac as she was going over some of the things. She slid the twin silvermist smgs into her holsters on her thighs and her nightwish saber. There was the rest of the stuff but heading out towards Manaan she was packing with what she needed in the pockets of the gunbelt, her jericho class armor nice and sleek while she checked the stealth and taozin parts of it to look over everything. "Alright then lets go and see what we can find." She said it stepping out of the Rac as it was docked and walking with the taozin to keep her obscured from the senses of others while she brought her leviathan cloaks hood up over her helmet.

 

[T. Greg]

Ravik was never one for introductions nor last words which he wasn't going to give to this fugitive he was sent to hunt down. ravik was pouched on a tree limb taking in the area around him . ravik wore nothing but standard sith robes no amour no nothing.he also sported black shoulder length dreadlocks which is a pretty standard hairstyle for sith purebloods . but inside /Tristan his name given to him from his mother\ wasn't sure if he was gonna be able to kill her after all his father was a jedi knight among most things he passes down to Tristan was that everyone even traitors deserved a second chance but Tristan keep those feeling to himself especially within the one sith which if caught by another sith he would be most likely charged with treason and put in front of a firing squad just like his poor mother he sighs brushing away those thoughts which brought back so much pain and anger. he walks down the barley visible dirt road thick hard rain splashing against the ground making most of the path a muddy swamp like passage but it was nothing Tristan hasn't seen before traversing it with ease

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen sighed softly as the presence disappeared and started to head back to his ship. Oh well, he supposed that not all mysteries were his to explore. At least,t hats what he thought before another presence appeared, much darker now and heading somewhere with a purpose. He took a moment to extend himself, searching for the possible target, and to his mild surprise, came that same signature from before. "Could be interesting..." Making his way through the halls, he stopped where he had first sensed [member="Grey Lunara"] and plucked a medical board from the door, his golden eyes scanning over the details as he walked.

[member="Willa Isard"] [member="Darth Ravik"]

 

[Vulpesen]

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