Just How We Operate [Tyrius]

[Natasi Fortan]

"Doctor Thackeray is in the northern complex," the personnel droid, P41-X, informed Jules as she reported to the entrance to the dig site. The droid was a necessity, directing traffic at the entrance to the site where the icy winds would have rendered anyone but a metal droid an icicle in short order. "He asked for you to join him in passage C-12. Apparently, the team is on the verge of a breakthrough."

"But what are they breaking in to?" Jules said quietly, her words billowing in the frozen air. "I thought everything on that side was caved in."

"Doctor Thackeray is confident that they'll find a way through the caved in antechamber and his mock-up of the complex suggests that they'll find a passage to the holocron storage chamber there. The similarities between the Massassi sites--"

"Are wishful thinking," replied Julyet coolly. She stamped her feet in the snow and then glanced at her chrono.

"Shall I let him know you're coming?"

Julyet considered for a moment, then shook her head. It would be best not to warn Dr. Thackeray of his daughter's arrival, since their relationship had become rather rocky recently, so perhaps it would be best if he didn't know she was here, yet. It would give them less time to quarrel. "No. I'll find my way. Thank you, P41." She descended into the ruined complex and paused in the entryway. To the north, she could heard the distant sounds of her father's men digging and talking, echoing off the labyrinthine corridors. Her theories as to the location of the ruins' vault had fallen on deaf ears, and although her father was a recognized expert on Jedi ruins, she felt that he was in this instance wrong. There were conflicting clues, and they were all but ignoring whatever didn't support their theories.

As she wandered down the southern passage, Julyet considered the possibility that there was some kind of underhanded quid pro quo going on with the Jedi who controlled this sector. They weren't even seeking the much more lucrative items usually found in a Jedi ruin, only a holocron which, while it was historically relevant, wouldn't fetch much at the marketplace. But after doing much of the dirty work, they'd leave a cracked-open ruin for the Jedi to exploit.

Well, stranger things happened at sea.

She passed a pair of Jedi sentries - padawans on duty from the main encampment had been stationed throughout the ruins - and found her pet project, a small side chamber with some rudimentary hieroglyphs that she was trying to decipher. Jules hadn't had much luck yet, but it was a new day after all.

[member="Tyrius Marr"]

 

[Tyrius Marr]

Guard duty. Fething guard duty. Well, it's not like he hadn't earned it. Given that he'd slept with the help on the last mission, Tyrius was not in the good books with Master Kyriik. His Master, a very stern male Togruta, brooked no argument when it came to the deviant Jedi's ways; Tyrius had been walking a tightrope for a very long time in the eyes of the Council and needed to be dealt with. Needless to say, this wayward little Jedi was trying his best not to get fired at this point. It wasn't easy.

Then again, he was at the point of not caring. Authority sucked.

He was here to look at relics - his Master was here to punish him for his insolence. Tyrius wasn't going to take this lying down.

And apparently he'd missed the nice piece of delicious rear that had just walked past him. A double-take later and he was staring at the retreating back of [member="Julyet Thackeray"], who was off to a part of the cave that wasn't very used. Well, okay. Time to do something about that. He looked to the other Jedi standing next to him, mild concern on his face.

"Hold on, man. I'm gonna take a leak."

A quick nod from his fellow Padawan and Tyrius was off, hot on her heels. When he found the cavern she was in, he understood - she was on this expedition for a reason. No random person would come in here; this place had a good purpose. Tyrius liked to spend a little time in here trying to work out what was going on. After all, he knew that this place had actual relevance - though nobody would listen to him about it.

"Knock knock," offered Tyrius at a distance so as not to startle the woman. She was way better looking up close. "Looking at the tablets there? The experts say there's nothing on them. I think those so-called experts have their heads shoved up their asses."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

She stamped her feet and then knocked her insulated, fur-lined boots against the stone doorjamb of the small enclave. Clumps of snow fell onto the flagstone below, and the budding archaeologist finally turned to her task. She knew she was being followed, knew it even before she heard the footsteps or heard the Padawawn's voice echoing off the stone walls. She knew it from the way the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, from the uneasy yet anticipatory feeling in her stomach, equal parts hope and dread -- the feeling of someone who knows they're doing something which they oughtn't to do, but who can't wait to get on with it.

She knew the Padawan by sight; she had been exchanging glances with him since the dig started a few weeks back. He seemed close in age to her, and seemed to be as pleased to be here as she did, and was it her imagination or had their glances begun to smolder recently? It probably was; she tended to have an overactive imagination. "Of course you know you're talking about my father, Doctor Thackeray," she told him, smiling over her shoulder at the Padawan as he came up behind her. "Honor and family loyalty demand I should rejoin with a defense of him but in this case you're right. Something doesn't smell right." Julyet crouched next to the tablet and brushed some dust off the large, carved stone.

"I haven't found a cipher for these hieroglyphs, which means they're either undiscovered or very obscure," she replied. "It would surprise me not at all. It's bleeding cold here, and this is a relatively recently-discovered dig, and an old one. I can't imagine why my father isn't all over this slab like sand on Tatooine. It's not like him - or the university - to leave something like this unmolested, even for a certain holocron." Julyet stood up and brushed wrinkles from the seat of her pants, then turned to [member="Tyrius Marr"], her glassy gray eyes meeting his. Despite the rising color in her cheeks, she didn't look away for a few moments, until she ran her gloved hand up the frigid stone on the side of the slab. She shifted, stepping onto a ridged surface and looked down.

"Of course," she whispered, kneeling down again to brush dust off the ground, revealing what looked like a track where the slab could be pulled away. "It's not just some slab of hieroglyphics. It's covering something." The passage to the vault?

 

[Tyrius Marr]

"So you're Thackeray's daughter," Tyrius said, smirking mildly as he did so. "Well. He may be ignoring the facts, but I'm glad to see someone in the family has a load of sense. And all the good looks, too."

The Jedi apprentice walked up to her side, listening to her speak, and realising that he wasn't the only one with a strange sense for how this was going. "You're right. I feel like we're sitting around waiting for something to happen. And not a good something. We could've had this place all hollowed out by now, fully explored. There has to be more down here we aren't seeing."

Was it a plot to get at something? After all, this kind of ruin wasn't devoid of everything. This was Rhen Var, an ancient Jedi world, and this temple had only been re-discovered recently under the snow. There'd be more here to find, lots more. Wars were fought here. There would have to be an armoury, a repository, a library, anything; you didn't just lose a temple like this and keep it empty. Someone was looking for something here and it was meant to be a secret for some unknown reason.

The Jedi went up to her, running a hand over her arm as a gesture of reassurance - and he felt a shiver run up his spine as he did so. Oh, he liked her. She was pretty and smart and they shared interests - rare, in the Galaxy.

"I've been trying to work out what this tablet reads by intuition, but the Force isn't budging on this one. I've not seen script like it... but you seem to be on top of it," he commented. "Beautiful and smart. I like it."

His eyes darted to and fro, trying to glance upon the tablet, scanning it. "But if the tablet offers no hints itself, I'm a little less likely just to break through it."

[member="Julyet Thackeray"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Julyet smirked over her shoulder at the Padawan. "You must not get out much," she retorted modestly, turning back to the tablet. She slapped her fist against it lightly, and surely enough there was an unmistakable hollow sound. She tucked some hair under her fur-lined cap and listened as he concurred with her assessment of the situation. It was good to know that she wasn't completely crazy - if he thought it was feasible then perhaps there was an off chance that it was feasible.

When he suggested breaking the door down, she shot him a look of surprise tinged with outrage. "Steady on," she told him, lifting a gloved hand. "The apple didn't fall far from the scholarly tree - this is an archaeological find whose historical significance is, as yet, undetermined. We can't just go breaking it down." She chewed the inside of her cheek thoughtfully, her lips pursing as she moved to the other side of the tablet and giving it a hefty shove. The lock hadn't disengaged, it only shifted slightly in its track. Rubbing where she could already feel a bruise developing at her shoulder, she glanced at the Padawan. "Not much anyway. Do you think we could find where the lock is and just cut that part? If we chisel in from the edge, at an angle, we can keep the hieroglyphics in tact, in case some halfway-competent archaeologist comes to study it. Do you see what I mean?" She indicated with her hand, making a cutting motion at a 45 degree angle on the right edge.

"The panel must be eight inches thick. We could come in here, about three inches from the back? Should keep the front in tact. Especially if we could use a more efficient tool than just a chisel." Julyet's eyes wandered down [member="Tyrius Marr"]'s frame to his waist, searching to see if he had a lightsaber handy.

 

[Tyrius Marr]

"I get out plenty," he shot back instantly. "I just know a beautiful woman when I see one."

She had a plan, obviously, and was rather quick to try moving it - but it wasn't going to move. He could have moved it with the Force, but really, with no idea how the panel locked, he couldn't quite tell if he'd accidentally shatter the tablet and wreck the entire thing for future generations. As a self-respecting archaeologist, that wasn't going to happen any time soon.

He watched her eyes wander - a little too low, as it were. Oh, he knew she was going for a lightsaber - but this was going to be so much more fun to play with. "My dear, if you're going to look down, at least look for something a little more fun," he said by way of a cheeky little grin, unclipping the silver-hilted lightsaber at his belt. The blade sprang to life, a dazzling orange hue, and then without any further warning, he plunged it, at an angle, behind the stone.

The cut was slow work, but she was right. No sense arguing with her; he could cut the very back of the stone and rpeserve the front, if he did this right. His aim was slow, and steady, giving him plenty of time to talk to her.

"Tyrius, by the way. And despite what you might think, this is my speciality. Do I get the honour of knowing the beautiful lady's name?"

[member="Julyet Thackeray"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

The Jedi Padawan was a shameless flirt, and Julyet couldn't help but feel flattered. she knew objectively that she wasn't bad looking, but she spent her days stuck in dig sites and stuffy classrooms with a bunch of crusty archaeologists. They didn't seem interested in anything other than their finds and their theses and their artifacts. It was all for the best, though - anyone who was too hidebound to play hooky every so often and have a little fun was certainly too boring to keep her entertained. This Padawan, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy a bit of mischief. "Yes," she answered him with a smile as she stepped out of his way. "I can see there's all kinds of fun things down there. Is that a grappling hook? And here all I've got is a datapad and a blaster."

She watched him plunge his blade into the slab, taking a deep breath as he did so. She gave him an apologetic smirk and explained: "As I said, the apple didn't fall far from the tree. Do be careful," she said, moving to the other side to brace the front, keeping it steady to prevent it from moving too much while it was being cut.

"Pleasure, Tyrius I'm Julyet," she answered. "Jules, really, since I'm not seventy years old. My father hates that I go by that, which is just an added bonus. I guess Julyet was a some great-aunt or another of his who died about thirty years ago." She rolled her eyes and peeked around the corner at the progress of the cut. "Have you been on Rhen Var long?"

[member="Tyrius Marr"]

 

[Tyrius Marr]

[member="Julyet Thackeray"]

She was obviously possessing a minor rebellious streak; she wanted to get out of the normal mould of archaeology and do something actually interesting instead. And she was having fun flirting. "Utility pouches, a grappling hook... some other useful tools there, too, if you'd care to find out later," he said. Wow. Direct.

The shimmering blade made a clean cut exactly where Tyrius wanted it to go, proving that not only did he have skill with a lightsaber but he was also not stupid enough to damage rare archaeological finds. He loved them as much as she did, probably, but he was a little more easy-going and probably slightly more reckless.

Jules, huh. Nice name. Nice and easy. He liked it.

"Been on Rhen Var maybe two weeks now with the team. My Master's an archivist and I've got background with sites and archaeology just like this, so we were the natural choice. How about you? How long have you been stuck in frozen hell with us?"

 

[Natasi Fortan]

"From the beginning," Julyet answered, moving to more securely brace the slab as his cut neared completion. How they were going to move it out of the way was as yet to be determined, but she hoped she could take advantage of his Force talents and have him move it with his mind. "That's about a month now. Father always likes to get where he's going early. My theory is that he wants to make sure his business partners - in this case your Jedi Masters - haven't altered the deal."

She waited, every so often peeking around the corner to monitor his progress. She could hear air whistling through the freshly cut gap in the slab; they were clearly onto something. She could feel the breeze blowing against the slab, a gentle vibration she could feel through the padding and insulation in her gloves.

The pitch of the whistle changing caught her attention, told her what was happening a split-second before it did. As [member="Tyrius Marr"]'s lightsaber reached towards the bottom, she heard a crack! and the panel began to topple. "Bollocks," she whispered, pushing her left leg back to brace herself, pushing her hands up to try to stem the topple, but as the slab weighed at least a dozen times more than her 129 lb frame, she was unable to do much but slow the velocity down. It was comforting that although she would be smashed to red goo, there was a possibility that the slab would be preserved and, once her insides had been scraped off it, would be easily visible for future generations.

"Tyrius, help!" she whimpered, sliding backwards on the polished flag. "Help, help, help!"

 

[Tyrius Marr]

La la la cutting through a big stone panel, business as usual. What was there to tell about slicing through a big stone thing?

Apparently, the fact that his new archaeological companion could not support it falling on her. Oh, fierfek.

Tyrius dropped his lightsaber the second he heard her voice sing out for assistance, entirely willing to let it aside to stop her from being turned into people-flavoured goop. His hands came up and, in an instant, he called upon the power of the Force to wrap itself around the giant tablet and hold it steady, assisting her by clamping down on the object with a steadying burst of telekinesis. With the ability to move objects and no such thing as size holding him back, he knew he could keep the item steady and not worry about it falling on her. He just had to steady it.


Like a conductor, the stone slab obeyed his every command with deft motions of his fingers. At this point, he could hold it up, certainly. With, say, an extra pair of hands to guide it, he could probably navigate the object to the side and not let Jules get crushed under it, so that they could explore the depths of the next room.

"Help me set this thing aside, Jules," Tyrius said without hesitation. It was better than losing her.

[member="Julyet Thackeray"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Julyet buckled beneath the slab, scrambling out of the way despite knowing that she'd never make it away in time to avoid being crushed flat. But indeed, the slab never fell, but hovered over her menacingly. She looked over at [member="Tyrius Marr"] and sucked in the frigid air, staring into his eyes until her hearing and breathing resumed. "What?" she gasped, her voice breaking before she worked out what he had said, and she got effortlessly to her feet. She wrapped her trembling hands around the edges of the slab.

"Thank you," she whispered to him, her glassy gray eyes still reflecting shock and fear in equal measure with gratitude. Jules helped to guide the slab out of the way, as easy as moving a repulsorsled. They maneuvered it to another alcove and carefully eased it to the ground and Jules, under the pretense of going to check the cut side that he had been guiding, placed her hand on Tyrius' shoulder. "I mean it. Thank you. I'd be dead if it weren't for your quick thinking."

There passed a moment between them, and Jules awkwardly removed her hand and walked ahead of him towards the opening, using both hands to smooth wrinkles out of the seat of her form-fitting slacks. "So... shall we?" She gestured towards the now-exposed passage, a gentle icy draft wafting through the opening.

 

[Tyrius Marr]

With the problematic slab out of the way and Jules' life now no longer in mortal danger, they could proceed. It wasn't a big deal for him, really - just another day moving rocks with his mind. As master Kyriik would tell him later, probably, it was all about the good that he was doing. Saving a woman's life definitely counted as good.

The hand on his shoulder was met with his hand atop hers and a very electric look passing between the two - well, if there was a chance, no point wasting it, were there? Besides, she was clearly interested anyway.

Whatever.

"Ladies first," Tyrius admitted at her request to continue, not willing to compromise basic morality. [member="Julyet Thackeray"] was worth more than that. And, as she'd find out, he was very insistent she go first, because common courtesy - he'd wait for her to go.

Turning back, Tyrius summoned his saber to his hand and activated it again, making use of the ubiquitous glowbat's secondary property (after melting faces and stone and steel) of being a glowbat - and casting orange light through the room. It would guide their way down the passage and hopefully serve as their beacon.

"What do you think we'll find, anyway?" Tyrius mused aloud. "I'm hoping for a relic."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

"I don't know," Juliet replied frankly. She paused for a few moments, waiting for his orange lightsaber to light the way before venturing further. "But I can make the following observations." She ticked them off on gloved fingers, displaying a grasp of archaeology that belied her youth and seeming disinterest in her father's chosen pursuit. "One, this is an old and relatively newly-discovered dig site. Two, that panel was locked shut. Three, the dust and cobwebs in this passage are evenly distributed - we are the first to pass through here in many, many years. Four, nobody puts rubbish behind a locked, secret doorway." She paused to study an empty sconce. "Look at this -- no electric lighting, at least in the tunnel. So either this is old enough that there wouldn't be any - doubtful, given that we've seen electric lighting in the rest of the complex - or it was highly secret, to the point that the owners didn't want to risk wires being run through the walls."

Her spidey sense was tingling now, the hairs on the back of her neck sticking up again, nearly breathless with anticipation. "Whatever we find ought to be extremely valuable - relics or historical records, maybe? Or extremely dangerous. In which case, we should be very careful as to how we proceed. Anything could be booby-trapped - switches or handles or -" On a step forward, she heard a faint click, felt the stone under her foot give just a tiny bit. "Look out!" she cried as heavy metal bolts shot out of the wall ahead. She grabbed his wrist and flung herself to the ground, trying to pull him down with her to the cold flagstone, and feeling the arrows whiz over her head where a moment ago her midsection would have been.

A moment later she heard the hissing... but of what? She looked up, peering down the hall, but nothing caught her eye except - was that a faint glow emanating from down the hall? By then, another sound had come to her ears, one that made her blood run cold. Crackling. "Gods," she whispered, crawling to her feet. "It must be some kind of killswitch," she gasped over her shoulder at [member="Tyrius Marr"]. By then, the glow at the end of the hall had made it apparent what was happening. By the time she came to the intersection in the hall, she could look both ways and see a fire burning. The two rooms at either end of a short corridor were becoming engulfed in flame, but only at their far ends.

"We need to get all that out of there," Jules shouted, brushing her hair back under her cap. "Scrolls - oh Gods, the scrolls! It must be some kind of packet charge, tied to the defense... see, it originated from that wall. Quickly!" She charged down the corridor to the left, already heating up significantly from the fire. It looked like the charge had decayed over time, its usefulness damped by age, destroying only the things closest. But if they didn't act fast, the fire would do the rest of the work for it.

 

[Tyrius Marr]

Time to bust out the Jedi history. Badass over here, watch out - Tyrius was about to smack a queen with some specialised knowledge of the Jedi Order that he'd picked up with Master Kyriik breathing down his neck.

"This is Rhen Var... the last time the Jedi were here was back during the Great Galactic War over four millennia ago," Tyrius said. Long time for something like this, fo course - ancient relics they'd only just found under the snow that felt forever deep. It wasn't an easy find, of course, but that was it.

Of course, he was also thankful for the fact that she'd just saved his life. One for one. "Thanks," he said quickly, getting up and dusting himself off quickly. That said, [member="Julyet Thackeray"] was already pointing out the next flaw in their otherwise brilliant plan - everything was now on fire. This was bad. This was not what they'd intended to see or do at all. Nope, this had to stop being a thing.

Can you tell I'm tired?

"Fierfek. Hold on!" Tyrius said, and sprinted forward with the help of the Force. He had to get in and grab everything he could, run in there before the conflagration claimed all of the precious relics they'd found - and just get them far enough away that they could take some of them with them. These ancient scrolls probably contained lost lore, history, knowledge - anything and everything they could use at this point to get ahead. Something.

Hopefully Jules wasn't too far behind, because Tyrius didn't have a way to put fire out and he couldn't carry everything.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

This was no time for archaeological caution, Julyet knew. She pulled bits and pieces of goodies off the shelves and carried them towards the door, crouching to drop them in a pile at the next to the door before returning to the shelves. She glanced over her shoulder to be sure she wasn't being observed, then stealthily pocketed a holocron and a handful of data chits before scooping up another set of books and perishables to take to the door. She heard shouting down the corridor; apparently the sound of the parcel explosions had alerted either the Jedi, the archaeologists, or both to their presence.

"We're going to have company," she hissed at [member="Tyrius Marr"], grabbing him by his elbow as he passed by. "We'd better have a good story. Or an escape plan," she added, adjusting her jacket so that the long fabric so that it covered the bulge in her pockets. Jules grabbed an armful of ancient training swords and carried them to the door, not willing to let the conflagration take them. "What have you got?"

 

[Tyrius Marr]

The Jedi could hear some voices up ahead, too - one he noticed was the deep bass growl of a very irritated Togruta and his fellow guard. Well, the beans had now been spilled on their operation and Tyrius' tenure as a Jedi was about to come to an end. That complicated matters considerably. He didn't have anywhere else he could go, and that meant problems.

"You know what, screw it, let's go with escape plan," Tyrius said, after a moment's thought. He knew his Master would have his ass for this - he wasn't meant to be doing anything like this and Kyriik would have his head. "I hope you have a ship-"

"TYRIUS!"

"...because we're gonna have to get through a Jedi Knight here in a sec."

He cast [member="Julyet Thackeray"] a glance, then a roguish grin. "What say you and I get the feth out of here and do something a little more fun?"

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Julyet was already stuffing Jedi artifacts into a roughhewn leather satchel that she had seen hanging off a hook by the door. "Stop her!" someone shouted, and she glanced down the hall to see a pair of padawans in guard outfits heading down the path, one of them drawing a lightsaber. "We're gonna have problems," Julyet muttered before slinging the satchel over her shoulder and picking up a training blade from a nearby display.

She turned to her accomplice.

"Will we be able to talk them down?" she asked; they had a few seconds until they would meet, so they had time to figure it out. "Are you prepared to take up arms against these people? We'll still need to go and get my father's team..." Jules paused and then shook her head. Of course they wouldn't be coming. "We'll run for it once we clear the chamber. I know the access codes for my father's ship, if we can just make it there..."

[member="Tyrius Marr"]

 

[Tyrius Marr]

"Considering that my Master is all that stands between me and being thrown out of the Jedi order and, last I checked, he's about to murder me," Tyrius said, trying to hide a cheeky grin. Unfortunately, some little headstrong Padawan had already drawn his lightsaber. He'd probably get a talking to from his Master later - if Tyrius didn't school him the hard way first. Drawing a lightsaber meant that you intended to enact combat.

Tyrius, with some relics under one arm, echoed the motion - his saber was active, however.

"Jules," he said, breathing slowly to control his centre, "Go. I'll cover you."

In the next instant, the Force lashed out on the two approaching apprentices, knocking them away. He would defend her with his life, if need be. The treasure was, by rights, theirs.

[member="Julyet Thackeray"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

"But -" Julyet began, but she fell silent and only nodded grimly, beginning her charge down the hall back towards the chamber. [member="Tyrius Marr"]'s helpful application of the Force to shove the two apprentices from her path was much appreciated, but she didn't have time to stop and thank him yet. She could hear the sounds of her father's excavation team clambering from the depths of their dig site. "Stang," she whispered to herself. She had hoped to make it a clean getaway as far as the university team was concerned, but no joy.

The security team was first, blastered raised in case of trouble. They lowered the blasters when they saw Julyet with a blade. "Miss Thackeray?" the lead of the security team asked, but she only shouted: "MOVE!" before barreling past him and shoving another out of the way with her shoulder before running up the stairway towards the surface. The ship was a short sprint across the way from the entrance to the complex, but she wasn't going without Tyrius. Unless, of course, Tyrius was dead, in which case she would high tail it out of there.

 

[Tyrius Marr]

Well, there she went. Good. Where she needed to be was decidedly not here. Tyrius' job was to fight his way through, for her sake. She had half the relics, he had the other half; between the two of them, Jules and Tyrius had a small fortune in ancient Jedi toys. Which was a great start.

However, with his first two fellow Jedi dispatched, there was a slight problem standing between the ersatz Jedi and their freedom. A Jedi Knight, fully clad in the beige tunic and brown robes of the Order as tradition once dictated, now stood, hand near his lightsaber - clearly intending to draw its blade if need be. He was a Togruta, tall and powerful, imposing with red and white skin; he looked every part the ancient Jedi warrior, ready to engage his enemy. The problem was that in this case, his enemy was his own Padawan learner. Irritation crossed his features - not fury, of course. That would be far too Dark.

"Tyrius, what have you done? What are you doing? Are you foolish?" he asked. Master Kyriik was not pleased.

"Nope. Hell of a lot smarter than any of you credit me for, if anything," he taunted. "I'm taking these relics and I'm out. Finders keepers."

"Those are property of the Jedi Order!"

"You mean the Jedi Order that got wiped out over four times before you got here? Hell no. I found 'em. I'm taking them. You want to stop me, you'd best resort to violence. Break every rule of non-violence in the Code if you'd like to stop me. It's not like I'm going Dark Side. I'm just leaving. If you want to try and murder me, go right ahead."

Tyrius was clearly not taking any crap from anyone here. He was willing to goad and provoke a Jedi Knight to combat. Probably not the wisest idea, for most.

On the plus side, when Tyrius was right (while being a douche), he was right. And so he ran on past, before anyone got any smart ideas.

[member="Julyet Thackeray"]