Judgement of Illumination

[Orion Darkstar]

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Region: Mid Rim​

Sector: Kastolar Sector​

System: Chalacta system​

Planet: Chalacta​

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The sudden rumble of the afterburners churned on, the shaky landing only lasted till the nimble legs of the Sith Fury class interceptor touched ground. Beeping from the hull alerted the minor crew aboard of their successful but questionable landing. Fitted and tidy a officer made his way through the bridge and into the conference room. His grey vest and emblems from the war were safely knitted to his attire. Following the officers vest, at his waist he wore a vinyl made belt, tiny symbols etched into the design. Following the dull grey color of his imperial vest the metal buttons aligned with his belt buckle. Following the cnsitent color trend were his pants, ironed and wrinkle free from any obstructing movement. To complete his full lengthy attire were his shiny black boots.

His attire wasn't the most striking feature, no, his face was. Aged and covered in meticulous scars from one side of to the other. His old complexion forced his cheeks to sag slightly, with it his smile seemed to naturally curl into a droopy frown. Lines in his aged face showed years of battle, his own fight with time. The officers' veins were a bright green showing through from his neck. Clearing his throat he turned to face a lone figure at the metallic table, the only person left in the conference room. The silence almost made the aged man nervous to speak, until he made himself apparent.

"Kevros." The old officer addressed the masked man sitting motionless. "We have arrived, Sir." The officer stretched his finger outward to the center of the table. A hologram popping up, the vibrant blue creating a landscape of locations that were on Chalacta for. Red miniature dots digitized themselves a small electrical pulse rippling through the holo-image.

"As you can see we've already marked the places of interest." The officers voice was scratchy, deep, and coarse.

Kevros sat silent his eyes were closed shut, hiding his visceral annoyance was his golden Kovani mask, a small crack stretching from the top right corner of it to his right cheekbone. Luckily, Kevros was the one who had created the piece of art and in turn would eventually fix it. His head rested with a tilt, his clenched fist used as a prop to hold his head up. Sleep was a rare thing in his line of work. The constant hunt for power had become almost a nuisance than an experience. Regardless of these inconsequential happenings he slouched deeper in the chair. The aged man slithering in like a stiff board on wheels.

"Yes, Officer Taric?" Kevros said groggily a yawn escaping his mouth, concealed by his golden mask.
"That landing was terrible, see to it that I'd like to talk with the pilot."
Kevros grunted ignoring the fact they had landed, It had taken an entire week to reach the Kastolar Section of the galaxy. Kevros had been far too busy to look for hidden remnants of what 'once was' as opposed to 'what is'. Kevros followed the holo-image of the planet until he spotted the first location close to his borrowed ship. The Sith allowed many uses of their ships and armory, a perk that Kevros didn't allow going to waste. His hands were swallowed by the dark fabric that made his gloves. Shifting his attention back to Taric he quickly stood.

His six foot stature made the aged Taric step back in uncertainty of what Kevros planned to do next. Kevros stepped out from behind the concealing shadows of the room and revealed himself entirely. His black cloak hid his inner sleeveless shirt and red fabric tied from one shoulder to the other. A small guard on his right shoulder gleaming back at Taric. A symbol embroiled in the center of a cross, the Kovani symbol. The same symbol that was tattooed to his right bicep, inked with red artistic talent. at his waist, where his cloak split, rested his saber hilt, Massassi blade, and a few gadgets. Below that were his loose black pants, tucked into his heavily made boots. Kevros' hood crept just over his forehead, his mask the only dominate feature about him. Towering over Taric he leaned forward.

"Keep the ship ready and prepared for departure Officer." Kevros demanded it. "Otherwise consider yourself dead, understood?"

Kevros didn't give Taric a chance to respond, instead, Kevros made his way to the bay doors of the ship. The green light above the door letting him know he was safe to depart into the planets vast plains. Slamming his hand into the large button on the side of the door a burst of air released from above, the doors coming to life as they opened wide.

"All the coordinates are already on your datapad, Sir!" Bellowed another crew member before Kevros stepped out into the vast landscape.

The light from the planets sun held a whitening hue. The vast plains he now stepped foot on held promise, birds soaring over head. The surface was filled with brown and green patches of grass, naturally grown in everyday. The scent of animals, water, and minerals touched at his senses. Kevros looked up to the sky as he watched the avian species above battle for height as they lifted from the nearby river. Mountains and rocky terrain lingered throughout the edges of the enormous valley. The meandering river drifting off into the distant mist of the far off hills, mountains and waterfalls. Without a speeder bike this en devour would take too long to cover.

Just as he thought it the Fury class interceptor he stepped off of lowered a slender, elongated vehicle. Metal and waiting for his skill to take it off the lowered chamber, he walked towards it. The little shade coming off the nearby rocks told him it was close to dusk. Lifting his left foot over the seat of the bike, he sat. His wrists moved back and forth as the Speeder came to life. Smoke fired out the back as the jet propulsion finally kicked on and bucked him a few feet forward, gliding across the grass.

Reaching for his datapad he looked for the first location, something that he needed to reach before others. The republic was already known for their pursuit for valuable Grimoires, something Kevros was sent to prevent from happening. Anyone willing to stand in his way would only meet his blade. Although, Kevros wasn't so hasty to kill when it came to certain circumstances. His intelligence proved useful in this regard and would many times after. Looking to his logged information provided by his tiny insubordinate crew he revved the speeders engine. Cranking his wrist backward, he flew across the grassy surface with zeal.

Like a black comet in the light, his black cloak ripped through the terrian. The menacing image of a blurry, black, hurriedly made its way to the Ruined Temple of Illumination. Chalacta finally tainted by the dark side of the force.


[Member="Jayce R. Vitalus"]

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

Following the whispers from the streets of Nar Shaddaa, it had placed Jayce on the planet of Chalacta. There he would find a grimoire that contained the knowledge he sought after for a long time now. Emerald Lightning. To the Sith it was practical to learn such a skill. "Force Lightning," as they would call it. Jedi rarely used the skill but some were known to do so. Learning this skill would strengthen Jayce's bond with the force.

"If there is some evidence that this book exists, I must find it."

Jayce soon found the temple that this planet once housed. Rubble and ash was all that was left, it was in a very poor state. Shifting through the rubble, Jayce began to wonder if a book would even still be in one piece.

"This is absolutely ridiculous! Why does every temple that I visit, have to be destroyed. Can't I for once just find a place that looks amazing?! Maybe has a pool or at least food? That would be fantastic.... But no. Let's destroy it! Ugh."

The anger was rising in him.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

The wind slammed into him as he rounded the rocky terrain, looping over the gravel below he came to a slow stop. The Speeder bucked for only a moment and then proceeded down the tip top of the hill. Kevros didn't need to get it power to move forward, gravity took hold as the silent hum of the engine greeted him. Slipping under a low hanging archway made of rock he ducked, his golden mask gleaming in the archways darkness.

Arriving on the other side of the passageway he found that grass no longer resided in such a desolate, dry area. Almost like a desert no one would likely find such a place enticing as others. Only to Kevros the general area held more value than others would notice. Black and filled with ashes rested a devastated building. Black spots from heat marks were left along the three measly pillars. They stood from its once grandiose architecture, charred and soon to fail. That wasn't the worst part of his discovery, the force shuttered through him. Kevros relaxed as he planted his foot into the pebbles of stone beneath. Standing straight he observed the area closely, the sunlight from over head seeping into the dark structure ahead.

Walls almost completely torn down, cracks and crevices splintering through the few that still did their job. The temple was completely destroyed, at least from the looks of it. The destruction however was far from fresh. Aged and left forgotten he walked forward stepping onto the broken steps that once provided perfect elevation. The crunch underneath his boots made him halt, a voice screaming out in frustration over the current status of the once great temple.

Kevros reached out with the force once more only to detect a minimal signature. The rebels were quick workers, but Kevros had gained the information far too soon for them to beat him here. He listened carefully as he silently made his way closer to the aggravated voice.

Turning the corner he peered into the empty, broken room. No ceiling, and missing three walls, the furniture was scattered about in pieces. Wood and stone mixing for a easy calculation of what had happened.

"You would think that the Jedi protected things, lies."Kevros spoke up, not entirely answering the frustrated force user. "Its ancient." Kevros paused. waving his hand through the air to present the rest of the structure behind him. Side stepping into the room with a swift movement. "Jedi will destroy anything they don't understand, impudent, worthless, maggots. Shame really, I'd Say, Anyway.."

Kevros was careful not to keep his guard down, even though the light side of the force was present in his newly found entertainment, he needed to be ready for anything.

[member="Jayce R. Vitalus"]

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

Searching through the rubble of this once glorious temple began to wain on Jayce. He soon sensed someone approaching him. He felt the individual had a strong connection to the darkside. Soon, the stranger spoke. His voice bounced across the temple.

"Jedi will destroy anything they don't understand, impudent, worthless, maggots. Shame really, I'd Say, Anyway.."

"I think they like destroying things they've built. Must get kind of boring suckling on the teets of the Republic."

Jayce snickered to himself. He was not a fan of the Jedi after the stories he heard about them. The room seemed like it had enough space for a duel, if the action called for it. Somehow, he felt okay with this stranger. Jayce didn't let off his guard though. He wanted to see how this would pan out. If the stranger was a Sith, it usually meant trouble. He must have been a Sith, since the Jedi comment was filled with hubris. Questions bounced in Jayce's mind. He pushed them aside.

"Are you friend? Or foe? Better yet, why are you here?"

Jayce grabbed his lightsaber and held it tightly. He began to think to himself, "This should get interesting."

He examined the room one more time. You can never be too cautious. If this Sith was looking for a fight, he could be stronger, so an escape route was key.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

The republic to Kevros was a joke. They were weak in their execution when it came to ridding themselves of the imperials. Had they gone by the Sith Code the Jedi and republic might have been more successful in the past. There were only a few key things that seemed odd about the figure inside the small room of the temple, he wasn't either light or dark. The force didn't latch onto his aura like Kevros had seen in the past.

Hidden and playing with the force user he sucked his teeth, slithering passed the grey walls. He had plenty of cover, his eyes easily finding his target through the holes left in the stone. Leaning against the back side of the wall he stepped into the doorway, revealing his malicious appearance.

"Are you friend? Or foe? Better yet, why are you here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Kevros stated, stepping closer to the hooded figure. "A Lightsaber, antsy are we?" He danced around the stranger for only a moment and stopped right in front of him. "I seek a remnant of the old, judging by your tone I can only assume you know exactly what I'm taking about." He fell silent his head tilting in a odd manner, almost making him look unstable. flinching with a shiver he corrected himself, the taste in his mouth at his own words almost making him puke.

"Don't you Human?" His voice fell deep as he ended his inquisitive retort.

He had sensed it many times before, the pure essence of a human being among him. They were always so loose with the mouth, ignorant to the facts, and worst yet, unpredictable. Kevros always had a disliking to them, his experiences with humans on his homeworld caused a difficult barrier to get through. This wasn't to say that some he came across were worthy of his presence, just most ended up dead.

Kevros watched intently at the strangers movements, the human seemed quick to protect himself, either a flaw. Or a smart move against the likes of a Kovani family member.

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

Jayce turned around to gaze into the eyes of the stranger, who was now mocking him. He was soon facing a cloaked man with a golden mask.

"Human? Seems I'm dealing with a creature with the structure of a man. Are you Chiss? Maybe a Vahla? In any case, your tone suggests that you have a past with my kind. Slave perhaps?"

Jacye was getting angry. It would be fine if this person was pleasant to talk too. This individual was snarky and seemed to have a complex about him. Jayce removed his black hood and gave the person a proper look at his face. He began to smirk at the golden masked man.

"Of course to answer your question first. Yes, I think I know what you are looking for. A book, said to contain information on using emerald lightning. I have been after this book for sometime and I hate not to get my hands on it. The lightsaber is for my protection. If you wish to try and take what I believe to be mine, you can certainly try. Though, I can feel the difference in our strength. It would take a massive amount of power that I really don't want to muster at this time. But, I will let you decide that."

Jayce seemed like he was almost taunting the stranger. In reality he was testing him. Seeing if the darkside would make him act without thinking. If the stranger had a problem with humans, maybe he had a problem with other force users.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

"The past can stay in the past, only Humans like yourself tend to show little promise when it comes to the future."

Kevros stepped closer a mere two feet away from the human that revealed his white skin, his eyes a static blue peering back at him. Nothing about the man showed doubt in his capabilities as a combatant and little thought of killing him came to the forefront of Kevros' mind. He was smart mouthed, surely due to his blind arrogance in terms of the ruthless galaxy. If it wasn't Kevros that would be the threat soon this character would run into more problems after.

"A Book? Interesting, it seems we are at a cross road, my friend. I do not seek what is yours, nor do I require a quarrel with you." Kevros shifted his arm to his waist playing with his hilt, the thought of slicing apart the human came naturally, only Kevros contained himself. "Kevros. Kevros Kovani is my name and although I don't know yours or care to, Nice to meet you." Kevros was rude, but more polite than he had been in the past to many humans he encountered.

The dark side slightly lingered within the stranger, Kevros couldn't pin point exactly what side the young man was on. It felt familiar, almost as if he already had the answer to his puzzling thoughts. The force gave him all the answers he needed until he realized what he was dealing with....

A Dark Jedi?

[member="Jayce R. Vitalus"]

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

"You know, words like that, got me the armor I am wearing now." Jayce was refering to his jet black stormtrooper attire, that only fitted his right arm and chest. The letters JRV going down the left side of the breastplate.

Jayce rubbed his scar that lingered on his left eye. "So you don't want to fight. Well, I must say, I'm kind of happy but disappointed at the same time. But if you are not here for what is mine then I have no reason to strike."

He could see that Kevros was playing with his hilt. Jayce took it as a sign to let up on the smart talk.

"My name is Jayce R. Vitalus. I made it some what easy for people by writing it on my armor. Listen, obviously you have a past, trust me, mine ain't pretty either. But anyone who says there name without asking has manners, might need to clean up some of the hate speech though."

I shouldn't have said that last part.

 

[Revy]

.....Ignore this.....

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Jayce, the name had spunk, but little weight to the galaxy, for now. Kevros was uncertain of what light side scripture he was referring to earlier. The fact that Jayce knew of a book that Kevros didn't showed merit in terms of intelligence. Kevros' studies proved more than useful over the years. Everything from traps, technology, temples, Sith teachings, you name it Kevros studied some form of it. His right hand left his hilt and fixed his golden mask, tilting it perfectly in place.

Jayve seemed to take pride in his win over a storm trooper. Kevros couldn't count on one hand how easily he had dismantled many of them over the course of his missions. Mainly many of his achievements were met with ruthless and precise consequences for those put in his company. He treated his crew just the same, the constant threats keeping everyone in order.

"Tell me Jayce, do you know where you stand?" Kevros tuned away, examining the wall behind him.

His fingers slid across the grain of the stone until he suddenly stopped and smiled under his mask.

"Ah, ha." His voice lifted to a high pitch, surprised at something. His index finger lodged in between the wall and a thick metal bar, forming a hole into the other side. Tapping it, he pushed inward.

Click'

The sound stopped as soon as it started. Releasing his finger from the stone wall he looked over his shoulder plate, a cross embezzled on it.

"Well Jayce, do you?" Kevros grew impatient. Knowing all too well what he had found.

[member="Jayce R. Vitalus"]

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

Jayce looked shocked at the secret door opening up in the wall. He quickly snapped out of it. "Some Jedi temple. Not really a big deal since the fools abandon it. I just came to retrieve what is mine."

Kevros had found a way in and made Jayce's rubble rummaging seem pointless.

Jayce crossed his arms and peered at the secret hatch. He slowly tapped his lightsaber hilt against his left shoulder. "So where do we go from here? A little slice and dice? Maybe a nice dinner in the basement of this place? I'm not to picky when it comes to food." Jayce's sarcasm was getting the better of him again.

If the book is actually down there, I might need to be ready for anything.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

The fact the Jayce had little knowledge of the temple made him second guess how useful he would be. Then again there were those that cared little for the details, something Kevros never understood. Being educated on where you're going or will be seemed like a smart thing to be.

"The Temple of Illumination. Ancient in many regards, home to a fascinating force user. She was able to receive training from a very skilled individual by the name of Mace Windu. A Dark Jedi."

Kevros watched as the grey wall slide out of the way a revealed a long corridor, he grinned at his expertise in finding the most useful of things. Contraptions were always something that lied deep within any ruin, some more technology oriented than others.

"Depa Billaba, Mace's apprentice, sought to his teachings. Tales of course."

Shaking the ground lightly the wall stopped and waited for them to enter.

"After you, I insist..."

[member="Jayce R. Vitalus"]

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

"Oh come now, don't be modest. You found the damn thing. Might as well be the first one in." Jayce was no fool. Anyone who uses the word "insist" is basically ready to stab you in the back.

The corridor was inviting however. If what Kevros said is true, then he would find what he is looking for. Mace Windu was a powerful Jedi and any apprentice of his, was sure to be equally powerful.

Never the less, Kevros couldn't be trusted right now and certainly not in a closed space.

What the heck is a Dark Jedi?

 

[Orion Darkstar]

It didn't surprise him that Jayce was hesitant to go first, a sign of weakness. It was fitting that the two of them had met, Kevros used to be cautious in his ways as well. Only he had grown far more competent then before. Jayce wasn't so shy to fight, but not eager to go within.

Stepping in front of the long corridor he leaned inward, the air was cold and thick with fog. Something had made the long hallway plagued with icicles hanging off the archways above. The temperature itself was odd to Kevros as he stepped in. Looking back he watched Jayce closely, his mind at ease with going first.

The slippery wet floor had turned to a thin coat of shimmering ice, the reflection of himself staring back at him as he slowly made his way through. The heat of his breath turned to a immediate fog, as he carefully etched forward with each step. The walls were cut deep with articulate holes, chalices resting on the stone bench they were made from. The simple designs encased in more frosty abstracts.

Something didn't make sense, how could it have been so frigid in a matter of seconds. A thrusting wind seeped in from the other end of the tunnel as a loud screech echoed along the darkened outlet. His hands placed themselves on the walls to stop himself from falling. aggravated he slid to the very end and sighed. Ice was always a nuisance in tight spaces.

The corridor opened up into a large room, ledges leading downward, at what he only assumed used to be steps. A force jump or two would be required to reach below. Bending at his knees he crouched looking for the source of the screech moments before. Nothing, the darkness took hold and without little effort he leaped off the edge. Slamming into one of the ledges provided on the far side of the wall he skidded across the wall and bent his knees yet again before losing traction. flinging himself forward he found another ledge, then safely hopped down into the water filled room below.

Like tiny needles the water stabbed at his ankles, even with the cloth covering his skin it struck his veins with rapid succession. The tiny ripple of the water swaying in the distance. Another tunnel outlet revealing itself to him as a small dim light revealed another room close by. Lit by a torch hanging on the wall he proceeded forward. The cold thick air still present in his lungs.

The force sent an alarming source of energy towards him from the room. He looked up hoping Jayce had followed.

All Kevros knew was they were not alone....

[member="Jayce R. Vitalus"]

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

Jayce watched as Kevros took the lead into the corridor. He attached his hilt back onto his belt and soon followed the golden masked man. Walking down the steps, it began to get colder as the two made their way down. It was as if the sun had been extinguished and the ice age had begun.

Jayce watched as Kevros preformed a series of force jumps, to reach a room that laid below. Jayce was use to this. Jumping, climbing and falling were a part of his life, ever since he was a boy. He quickly followed without effort. On the final ledge that dangled above the floor, he noticed something. Kevros was just standing in one spot, looking around the room, then stopped to stare. Jayce noticed the tunnel that Kevros was looking down. A torch was glimmering in the distance. He soon realized, that was a problem.

Using the force, Jayce scanned the area. He sensed someone was down there. He wondered if Kevros was aware of this as well. A fight might emerge after all but, Kevros and Jayce would be allies.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

The flickering flame at the other end of the passageway made him hesitant to step forward. The murky water below soaking his socks hidden inside his large boots. The trickles of water splashed lightly as he threaded through to the other end. Careful not to slip he grabbed onto the stone ledge and lifted himself up and into the rooms entrance way. The snapping flame reached out for him as he shook off the wetness of his boots.

"You've got to be kidding...." Kevros said in a irritating manner, his voice shrewd. Then he continued. "You feel that Jayce?" he said quietly waiting for his new acquaintance to make his way out of the water on onto the cold stone floor. "Looks like a dinner with you might be least of my worries." The sarcasm was rare, especially for KIevros. He was always a man of integrity, clearly Jayce in the short time rubbed off on him.

Waiting for Jayce he rubbed his gloves together and placed them near the slit in his mask, ideally where his mouth would have been, and blew. The warmth of his breath heated his hands, extending his arm to the torch he snatched it from its holder and held it close to his face so he could see a little further ahead, the stone floor slowly turning into a well kept wooden masterpiece. Excited to see what lied inside he tapped his foot, Jayce would need to move quicker if their partnership was going to last.

[member="Jayce R. Vitalus"]

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

"You feel that Jayce?"

"I feel it. Who ever it is in there. He/she is force user." Jayce was certain of this. He knew the flow of the force when it came to users and none users. This person was strong, who ever it was.

Jayce ascended down into the cold water. It was like spikes ramming into his feet. He slowly moved out the icy water and stood next to Kevros, observing what laid before him. He turned to Kevros and with a huge grin and said, "I kind of hope its a woman." He couldn't tell if the golden mask was hiding a smile or a disgusted face of disapproval.

It was time to see, who was waiting for them.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Jayce was right, whatever lied ahead was a voracious source of power. The ripples of the force had told him earlier of the presence. The torch swayed back and forth as he stepped forward and into a wide area. Chandeliers hung over them like decadent spirals of dimly light placeholders. A loud snap echoed from the other end of the room, the electrical surge of the lights above brightened to reveal a vast library. Everything was polished and maintained, from the wooden tables to the bookcases.

The burst of warmth from the churning devices shot hot air from the vents filtered throughout. The slight hum of technology beeping was heard in the distance as the library sprung to life, the torch obsolete, tossed away as he came to a sudden halt.

The glistening floors were made of cherry wood, oiled, for the selective properties it held. The grain of the wood stretched like a warping worm hole. The sudden smell of food tickled his nostrils, clearly someone was eating. A light growl reached his stomach, the thought of eating tore through him like thunder. He didn't have time to eat, in fact, sleep was just as rare. Focused and alert he slowly crept between the aisles of the the library.

Closing in on whoever was responsible for the maintenance of the once glorious temple, he grinned. Waving Jayce towards him, Kevros quietly spoke.

"Good Luck."

Kevros was like a bullet as he hopped out from behind the bookcase revealing himself to the stranger. A hooded figure sat at a long table, feasting on what looked like a meaty chili. Kevros walked forward and chuckled.

"Are you responsible, for all of this?" Kevros inquired carefully. Waiting to see if the feasting figure was going to react negatively to his sudden intrusion.

[member="Jayce R. Vitalus"]

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

Jayce watched as Kevros rode into the room with no regard for booby traps. If the person was smart, there would be at least four or five traps leading towards the entrance. It was hard to believe that anyone could just stroll right through, if the place was home to someone as strong as this person was. Jayce examined Kevros' movements and saw a hooded figure sitting at an oak table eating what looked to be meaty chili.

"Are you responsible, for all of this?" Kevros bellowed at the individual. The character had the figure of a woman, long red hair protruding from the wooden brown colored hood. Jayce notice slender fingers holding a cup filled with what smelt like cheap alcohol. The woman remained silent and took a sip of her drink. The room was filling with the smell of her meaty chili and cheap alcohol. The smells began to merge making Jayce feel incredibly hungry. It was agonizing.

Jayce slowly walked from behind the bookcase that was sitting near the entrance. He approached the hooded figure and cocked his head. "Who are you miss? I can sense that you are a force user. Which side do you follow? The light or the dark?"

He knew it didn't matter. No matter which side the woman was cemented too, if she stood in the way, she would die. The hood slowly tilted up. A soft voice spoke and it was if the birds were singing on a nice Autumn day.

"My name is Valara and I am a Jedi. I protect this temple from anyone who would use its power for the darkside." She began to look at Kevros. "I sense the corruption in you." Then she looked at Jayce. "I am uncertain about you. You're between worlds. You follow the light but allow the dark to give you strength when you need it. A Dark Jedi perhaps?"

Jayce looked puzzled. "A Dark Jedi? Is that what they call someone who doesn't follow a set path?"

It seems this stranger was going to be trouble, at least when it came to Kevros. Jayce was watching the two. Valara stared at Kevros with a great passion of hate. Unfortunately for Valara, Jayce was on Kevros' side.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

The traps that were set, rested behind the hooded woman. The switches to set them off on each side of the table, clearly made into the floor for unwanted visitors. Tiny holes at the far side of the wall hid the deadly spikes waiting to be shot from their cylinder contraption. She was rarely concerned with their presence and the disdain on her face showed her disappointment in Kevros' decision to become part of the dark side of the force. Waves of energy emitted off of her as she titled her head towards him.

"Tell me what a Jedi would be doing here, by herself? The council rarely allows their precious Jedi to stray away from the teachings of the order. You may be a Jedi, but you're far from welcomed at the Jedi temple, aren't you?" Kevros had struck a nerve, either the Jedi order exiled her, or she was conflicted about the ways of the order. Before Valara answered Jayce, Kevros interjected.

"Yes." He looked over his shoulder only for a second, until shifting his golden mask back at the jedi Valara.

"So the dark side is strong with you, enough to feel my struggle, tell me Sith, what can you tell me about the Sith Creed that rings so true, compared to the Jedi Creed?"

Valara rose to her feet, strands of red falling out of her hood and on to her shoulders. She smiled, her red lips curling upward. The sound of metal clanking arose from the second floor, droids perking up as they came to life as she waved through the thick air.

"With my spider Droids at the ready, tell me Dark Jedi, What makes us so different?"


[member="Jayce R. Vitalus"]