Liberation

[Josh Dragovalor]

"A Firrerreo huh? Not a species I've heard of" He would admit with a light chuckle. Oh, the things you found out when you were just doing your job. So many different species and races out in this broad galaxy, and even with all of his years as a Jedi travelling it... He still found new things and people. "You'll have to tell me more about your race at some point. I'm quite curious. Especially if you say that they have heavy endurance. That's an interesting trait if it's species-wide" He would remark, stretching his shoulders as he walked, clearly preparing himself for the trials ahead.

Him correcting his grin made him laugh a bit. "And here I thought you were about to kill me" He joked, with a cheeky grin of his own. He let Dusaro process the qualities of his question, and he nodded in turn. So it was likely a no... But there was no harm in seeing, if they hadn't given him a second look. "Tell you what, if you wish, I can have you tested more thoroughly" Josh would offer with a shrug. "Personalities and the like... They go out the window before long in the Jedi. As for age... Well, hasn't stopped plenty of people. And it seems like your race already has advanced capabilities long term if you're as old as you say" He would add. "But it's up to you."

[member="Dusaro"]

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

"I can do that some time. Probably will want a few drinks to go with that talk though." He said as a remark to talking about his species. It wasn't so much that it was a bad topic for him, just that it was a very long topic to talk on. "I will let you wonder that yourself for the moment." Dusaro said in a lightly joking tone. His species was one of the more few and far between ones for various reasons. People being suprised by his endurance and odd facial expressions wasn't exactly uncommon, and as a general rule of thumb he didnt mind discussing the topic. Ignorance is rarely a good thing after all.

Dusaro snorted at the remark, rolling his eyes upwards. "No, not yet. Later." He said in a dead pan, straight man joking voice to Joshua's more cheeky reaction. All in good fun of course.

"Yeah, i am intrested." He said, responding a bit on the quick side to Joshua's offer. Knowing wether it was a yes or no for certain would be... Nice. It was a question that had ocassionaly popped into his mind, but he never had another chance to find out. He decided to leave his thoughts on how to respond to either awnser for later though. "Oh? Odd to hear. And no i ain't that old. Only twenty three. Did i say i was really old at some point?" Dusaro asked with his head cocked to one side with a concentrated thinking look that, iroinically, wrinkled his face.

"Anywho, spotted anything up there?" He asked, keeping an eye on their flanks himself at the moment.

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[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh laughed in turn. "I'll stew on it later, seeing as we're on mission right now" He remarked with a half-smirk crossing his lips. "Drinks sound good. It'd be fun to get a few friends on a get-together over some drinks and tell back stories and information like that but... Most of my "friends" are dicks" He cracked with another laugh to boot. He was curious about the man's race, but would let that wait for now.

"HAH!" He suddenly let out when he mentioned he was 23. "You're the same age as me" He cracked as he looked back at him. "You'll be fine, then. They're not as strict as they used to be" He remarked, but shrugged his shoulders. "We'll handle your testing whenever. For now..."

"Yeah" He remarked as he took a breath. "I can sense a few life forms... Some hostile, some not. There are still slaves remaining, and slavers guarding them. You sure you're up for this?"

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[Dusaro Dresari]

"Most people i know are like that." He said with a shrug. Then again, a mercenary knowing mostly people who were dicks and jack asses was not exactly and odd thing.

Dusaro was equally suprised about their age being the same, not having expected that. Dusaro honestly expected Joshua to be a bit older, not too much but still. "Heh, didn't expect that curve ball. And alright, sounds good."

He psyched himself up with a quick breath out and a deep one in and nodded. "Yeah, i am ready. They won't be, but i am. How many of them roughly?" Dusaro asked, flexing his prosthetic right hand and getting his body psyched and ready for combat. Dusaro made sure to keep in mind to be careful of the civilians, his mind working prematurely on how to deal with possible hostage situations and the like. When Joshua started to move, he followed and kept out a sharp eye.

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[Josh Dragovalor]

"The galaxy's full of 'em. Hard to miss" He remarked with a laugh and a shrug in turn. It was normal to him, nothing to worry about, really. The part about their ages being the same seemed to catch Dusaro off-guard, but he only laughed in turn. Josh was young for a Jedi Master, yes. But he'd been at this pretty much his entire life. Dedication, loyalty, success, morals and values... These had led to his rise in the ranks of the Jedi Order. He'd seen plenty of experiences in his lifetime, even despite his age.

He closed his eyes, trying to make a deduction... Senses were a fickle thing. He knew they were there, but not how many. But he could guess. "I'd say three guards? Only a guess, unfortunately."

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[Dusaro Dresari]

Dusaro had figured Padawans as mostly young teenagers to young adults, knights, adults to middle aged and masters as old guys. He now found his presumption throughly duped, though that was no ones fault but his. Dusaro was driven by perhaps similar things himself, judging by his general attitude and actions. Though the why, and the exact reasons behind two people doing the same thing could be two completly diffrent sides of the same coin.

" 'Round three of 'em huh? Alright. I will expect six." Dusaro added, tapping a smoke grenade and a flashbang. "Want to use one of these for some cover?" He asked, offering the grenade of Joshua's choice if he wished to use one. Though in theory, using either could also put the hostages in more danger. Thus, he left the choice up to Joshua and his greater experince in the matter.

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[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh had heard the question raised about his age a hundred times by now. They couldn't believe he was a Master. How could someone so young be a Master? But all they really had to do was read his rap sheet. His accomplishments, his feats, his record of loyalty with the Jedi Order. All they had to do was see him in action, see him fight, see him fight for what he believed in, how strongly he felt and how far he would go for the Order. See his years of experience, and all he had done for them - that told why he was a Master. But even then, they still criticized... But it didn't matter to him. He did what he needed to do, and he was who he was. And he was proud of who he was.

"No need for grenades. We don't know how close together they are with the slave cage" He whispered, shaking his head when Dusaro would offer grenades. "Take cover. I'm going to go in using the Current... When you hear something rap on the wall, open fire. That'll draw their attention, and it'll be a short fight from there" He spoke quietly as he would take a deep breath, before disappearing.

It seemed he was correct, somewhat. Four slavers. Four prisoners - slaves. The four slaves in a cage. Too narrow to risk grenades...

Once the invisible Jedi was in position, a rapping could be heard on the wall, drawing the attention of the slavers... [member="Dusaro"] needed to fire, now!

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

There wasn't any paticular note of critism or the like from Dusaro on the matter of his age and rank, if anything he was impressed. Though it wasn't something he thought about for even more then a few moments regardless, given their situation.

"Alright." He nodded, taking the hand away from the grenade and lightly holding his shattergun. At the remark to take cover, Dusaro did so, nodding as Joshua quietly whisperd out the plan to him. It was a simple plan. And that was good. Simple was best after all. Though... What this 'current' was he didn't know, Dusaro could only assume it was some form of force ability thingy to be stealthy. Atleast, he hoped that's what it was.

When he heard the knock, a fiery look appeard in his eyes while a smirk played across his lips. Even as the look came across his face, he pulled out of cover right after the signal with his pistol in his left hand, firing at the closest slaver to any slaves. As he pulled his arm around to aim, a twinge of pain shot through his chest and side. The nasty cut and bone fracture from earlier had come to haunt him, forcing him to aim a split second longer. Since the first shot was was a suprise attack, it probably wouldn't make too much of a diffrence unless the slaver's were not fully distracted or were in some form prepared. But what about the next shot, or the one after it? At that point, things would start getting dicey, but even so, he stayed there and continued to fire. With that said, he really hoped [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] would be jumping in right quickly after him. Though on the bright side, atleast Dusaro only spotted four slavers.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Which was good. The more civil they were, the better they would work together. Still, it had become an afterthought... The duo had more pressing matters to deal with right now.

The White Current... It'd been taught to him by Aleidis Ijet so long ago, before they had parted. A parting gift, of sorts... Passing along remnants of her mastery of the art best she could to someone who with his combat proficiency could only learn it to an extent. Of course, he couldn't really attack while in this form, unlike others... Although he had recently seen a Sith Lord do so, and was curious about if he could find a way to enhance his ability further, or if it was another art entirely...

Still, for now, it served it's purpose. When the slavers would come toward where he lay invisible, Josh for a moment began to panic, hoping Dusaro would take the hint and fire quickly. Still, Josh's plan worked to perfection. Josh's distraction gave Dusaro the perfect opportunity to shoot their opponents in the back and catch them off guard while they were searching for the source of the noise. And as soon as Dusaro had fired and they attacked him instead, Josh was able to safely drop his cloaked state and draw his lightsaber, the blue blade letting out it's usual snap hisssss as he would bring the blade down on the slavers from behind. Dusaro's first shot had downed one of the slavers, and Josh's first attack from behind impaled another through the back, leaving only two remaining as Josh would flip back, landing near Dusaro as he would use his lightsaber to start deflecting bolts to give Dusaro some cover while he fired.

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[Dusaro Dresari]

Out of curiousity, Dusaro made a mental note to ask what the 'white current' was later after they had finished this liberation of theirs. Though he had already gather'd it was something that involved going 'poof' and dissapearing.

Dusaro was aiming for the second shot when Joshua ignited his saber and appeared behind the slavers, impaling one of them. He halted his fire for just a moment untill Joshua leapt up in the air before he fired off his second well aimed shot at another of the two remaning slavers. Dusaro was greatly encouraged, and suprised, by Joshua's blaster bolt deflection. That was a sight Dusaro had never seen before in person, even when he had been fighting against the Sith with the Mandalorians. Even though he had no time to focus on it, it was still an awe inspiring sight.

He didn't let that distract him however. Dusaro quickly fired his next shots after Joshua landed, focusing down the third if he was still standing after the earlier shot, before moving his aim over to the last one and popping off two shots. After those two shots, his left side seized up for a moment, a twinge of pain shooting through it. "Karking" He swore, snarling and forcing the his arm to move and aim at the last slaver, keeping up the fire and making sure to finish him off. After that was done, Dusaro looked around the area, before going to inspect the bodies and make sure they weren't alive.

"Clear here, what about you?" He asked, firing off a round if needed to make sure they never got up again.

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[Josh Dragovalor]

While he knew bits and pieces, it was unlikely he would be able to teach it to Dusaro. His knowledge just wasn't far enough. He needed more training in it himself, and even then... It was unknown as to if the Jedi Master would be able to learn much more then he knew already, with his affinity being more towards combat then stealth. He was a swordsman, a warrior, and warriors didn't make good stealth men... The fact they'd been able to go as far as they'd done without being caught was simply through skill and experience in general, and perhaps a bit of luck.

Dusaro would finish the slavers off once Josh's trick had allowed for him to get a good shot. With the slavers finished, the Jedi would turn to the cage and slash off the lock, and the slaves would flock out. "Clear" He spoke as he would look toward Dusaro. "Let's get them to the station, I have someone who can transport them" He spoke as he would motion for the slaves to move behind him as he would start to use his free hand to try and simulate the usual key for the slave collars. It was a trick he'd picked up, though it didn't work for every collar admittedly. Some had more unique locks, but the cheaper collars generally had the same kind. Collars would begin to fall off the slaves as he could hear wooping and cheers behind them as the two led on. But Josh would suddenly stop, suspicion gracing his features as something seemed to be off.

"Wait a minute... One of them isn't wearing a-"

Two blaster shots would fire and two of the slaves would fall dead. A third was moments from hitting Dusaro in the back of the head as the slave behind him had pulled out a concealed weapon and started firing, but the Jedi Master had acted out of impulse just quickly enough to re-activate his lightsaber and slice at the man as quickly as possible, the action looping the man's head clean off. As the man's head fell to the ground, the Jedi would back up, obviously taken aback by his mistake. His lightsaber de-activated and his fists shook, his eyes showing horror at what he had done. It was a slaver who had hid in the cage among the slaves and had planned to kill them from behind as a last resort, but... This method of dealing with them just wasn't the Jedi way.

The Jedi visibly wrestled with his emotions a moment, before finding his peace and trying to calm himself down. He let out a sigh and shook his head. "I still have plenty to learn, it seems..." He would whisper to himself. Even as a Master, he still needed to learn. His gaze turned to the two dead, as what he assumed to be their families who were also slaves crowded around them in tears. The Jedi's features softened, and he stared at them more upset then before. He was blaming himself. You could see it in his face.

"I.... I'm so sorry..." The Jedi whispered. One of the dead slave's wives would glare at the Jedi. "Sorry doesn't bring my husband back, or our children's father back!" She would spit. The Jedi was clearly having trouble keeping his composure, but he would slowly nod. "Come on... Please carry your dead if you can, until we can get you to a ship and get you home..." He spoke quietly as he would notably put his hood on his robes back up and continue to lead the slaves with Dusaro.

As they neared the entrance, his silence finally broke.

"Jedi aren't supposed to fight as lethally as I did today" He finally spoke quietly. "Unless their hand is forced. We are keepers of the peace, not soldiers. And yet... I killed many a man today. If you wonder why... Look at the families behind me, the ones carrying their dead. They died because of the selfishness and greed of slavers who cannot be reformed. And yet they also died because I failed to act in time. I failed, Dusaro. I won the battle, but for those families... I have failed them. And even if those slavers were evil, their deaths, and the deaths of the people I failed... Will weigh on me for the rest of my life. My failure... I will never forget."

He turned to look over at Dusaro. "If we find your readings to be sufficient, and you wish to become a Jedi... Remember those words. Only when you are able to accept that death may have to come, and have to accept that there will come times that you fail... Will you be able to truly become a Jedi. Learning from your failures and being able to save more people for it... That's part of what we do. And yet... It will live within me forever. I will not forget the face of that woman, even as she cursed me and my failure to save her husband. I lost many a great deal as well... I lost my family because nobody would, or perhaps even could, save them. And now I am the one who failed.

I will never forget... It will make me stronger, and yet it will haunt me..."

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[Dusaro Dresari]

Dusaro looked over their bodies while Joshua was undoing the collars, checking to make sure they were not getting back up again. He couldn't help but have a rather large grin at the whooping and sounds of joy as people were free'd in the cell, it was a wonderful thing to hear after all.

When he heard Joshua say something he got up and started to turn around. Then he heard the two blaster shots and the hiss of a lightsaber activating and the 'PTZSHH' of it cutting through somebody. Dusaro turned around in time to see the man who had been aiming a blaster at him fall down dead, his head seperated from his body. He could tell that was aimed at his head, that would have been bad even for him, so he couldn't help but feel a moment of relief, though that look didn't even have time to appear on his face as he saw the two dead slaves. His facial features tightend, teeth grinding in anger, but he suppressed those feelings from showing any more than that. Now was not the time for an emotional display. He had seen death many times before, and worse deaths then this, but that didn't mean he had gotten better at dealing with it emotionally. Only better at hiding it.

He returned his gun to it's holster, following Joshua silently out. If he was asked by the slaves he would help carry the dead, but he would not offer it himself. He knew all too well the kind of feeling's they were having. Personal experince is a nasty teacher. That is why he didn't say anything to the woman's outburst at Joshua. At the end of the day, there were no words, not a single one that he knew of, that they could get to those left behind. None that wouldn't be pushing their emotions onto them and having them take even more emotional weight then they already had on their shoulders. So he stayed silent, with an unreadable expression, and tightly clenched fists.

Dusaro's figure relaxed slightly when Joshua started to speak, listening without saying a word or looking at him, lightly nodding on occasion to his more important points. After he was finished, Dusaro himself started to speak, starting off with a light sigh. "Failure, success, victory, defeat. I ain't no stranger to those things. You may be right. Actually, i know you are. You failed them. I did too. I didn't even pay a single moment's glance of attention to where the slaves were being kept. I only focused on those four slaver's who i shot. I dont have... The audacity to call this a success or a victory. I ain't that merecnary. But in the line of work i have been in for so long, you get used to dealing with death. There is no time to mourn in a battlefeild or in a war. Even if that means you put up a face of being fine and unmoved in front of others. You just keep going forward, praying for a day to come where you can laugh about what went wrong over a drink, in front of a memorial. Living strong is the unfair duty given to those left behind after all. Even if it is unfair, you bare it and move on, that is the only choice given too you. But what we feel is nothing like those left behind us who are also given no time to mourn. The one's who are truely in an unfair situation. Loved ones, precious ones taken away. With them behind me, i would despise myself for having the audacity to speak a single word of how i feel about what happend, or for having a single tear of sadness." He didn't intend to attack Joshua, or contradict what he said. He wasn't being confrentational when he spoke. Dusaro merely said what he had on his mind, and how he felt about the situation.

He said all that in a slow, calm voice after Joshua spoke, mentally comparing what they had said, why they each had said it... And all he could do after a few moments was let out a sardonic snort. "Talk about saying the same thing with diffrent words, huh? 'Unno if anything i just said made sense to ya', but anywho.Jedi or no Jedi, regardless of that, i would still keep what you said in mind. Something worth keeping in mind and remember is just that after all. Though i dare say we were saying the same kind of thing. Anyways." He said, putting on an exceptionally good normal looking expression. Though given what he said moments earlier, it was more then a bit obvious that it was simple mask. "Let us get to the others. Dont want to keep them waiting." Dusaro said as they headed to where the last of the slaves had been grouped up together. "Though... I hope there are not more slavers amongst the slaves." He said quietly to Joshua. "Any way to check?"

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[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh tried not to be emotional during work time, it was part of being a Jedi after all. But in the end... Well, he was still just human. He let out a sigh, and listened to Dusaro speak, nodding in turn. "Well, to put it into perspective... The worst part is, that... Well... Look at the people behind us one more time, Dusaro. They depend on us" He spoke softly. "We went in there, and we became - in their eyes - their saviors. They're depending on us to get them home safely. And... We let them die" He would add, biting his lip. "And that's something you have to deal with a lot, as a Jedi... People depending on you, and putting their lives in your hands. And sometimes, like this one... You don't always succeed. You try to improve when it happens, try to save as many people as you can... But I'm a Jedi Master, and yet I didn't see it coming until it was too late. And that's one of the hardest parts of my job. Not just failing, but failing the people who depend on you, and watching them die because of you. And the people depending on you only grows as you do. As you advance... So do your responsibilities."

He shook his head, his fists still clenched. "I've been a Jedi since I was 5 years old. I don't think even the 15 year old me could handle what I'm going through right now. And yet, here I am... Having to live with the fact I failed people. They're dead because of me. I can't bring them back. I can't change that. I can't change the past. They're dead. Dead, dead, dead... Plain and simple. And all I can do is live with that and hope not to screw up again. And that's all part of being a Jedi... That's something you'll have to remember when the choice falls to you."

He would look over at Dusaro when he asked his question. "I've already checked, they all have their collars, and the slave garbs don't have pockets, so they can't sneak the keys. I caught the guy because he didn't have one. They're really small, I wouldn't have noticed just looking at them. I only found out because I was trying to manipulate the Force to simulate the locks on the collars. It's tricky, I'll admit... One wrong move, and it'd blow their damn heads off. I've been taking some of the slave collars I knocked off slaves in the past to practice on before I dared started doing it in the field. Unfortunately... Unless I can sense the intent before it happens, I've done all I can to check" He would admit, biting his lip. "Let's get back to the shipyard. I'll make sure to let them know to have extra security precautions guarding the slaves in case we have another stowaway."

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[Dusaro Dresari]

Dusaro nodded slowly at Joshua's words, letting out a heavy breath before replying. "Yeah.. You are right." That was all he could really say in response. Because Joshua wasn't wrong, and Dusaro had nothing to add. There was nothing to add. The dead were just that, and it would stay that way, and they would have to live on with that, and do better then their best to make sure it did not happen again. Though knowing what you had to do, and being able to do it, were completly diffrent. People who could act on such things without hesitation were amazing from Dusaro's point of veiw. And just as amazing was living on through failure to make success. "You're pretty strong." He said with a passive face that was turned up to the sky.

"You can use the force for stuff like that? Handy. On the dangerous side of useful, but still." Dusaro said, his face grimacing at the thought of that going badly. "Alright. will keep an eye out as we head back just in case." After what happend earlier, he did not intend to let his guard down untill the former slaves were all on board and being flown out. Dusaro would follow Joshua's lead back to the shipyard while they lead the people, keeping his five senses honed on the trip back. At some point on the way back assuming they were not interupted, Dusaro would speak to Joshua.

"Shall we do this test of your's after they are all off and away safetly?" He asked, partly to confirm when they were doing it, and partly to keep the silence from becoming unbearable and depressing. Dusaro didn't like that kind of feeling.

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[Josh Dragovalor]

He didn't like to think about it like that... But that was the reality of the situation. He had failed, and he would fail again. He could only take measures to try and not fail as hard next time. He let out a heavy breath, clearly stressing over the matter even as he tried to put it behind him. He would smirk faintly when he pointed out his strength. "People say that, and yet I still fail. It just goes to show that... No matter how strong you become, you still have much to learn" He spoke in response.

His tactic with the collars was risky... But necessary without a key. They hadn't found one. It was the only option. He wasn't even sure if the collar's key was on this planet anymore. They'd checked... But found nothing. It was usually the first thing he looked for. Sometimes he found it. Others... Not so much. But they couldn't leave the planet with the collars on. They'd just detonate the collars the moment they left the planet. It was automatic, there would be no getting around it. That was why Josh used that tactic. He had no choice.

To his question, he would nod in turn. "Once they're off. We can't waste any time. Our free time is ours to do with as we wish, unless you have somewhere to go" He spoke.

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[Dusaro Dresari]

"Heh. Always something new over the next hill. But that is what keeps life intresting." He said lightly as if to blow away the current atmosphere and set the mood. He didn't like wallowing in negative feelings, so even if it didn't fit the situation Dusaro would tend to try and lighten it. That kind of untensing tended to be quite a good thing in general. As far as he was concerned, people only had so much time to live, and he didn't want to waste it doing or feeling things he didn't enjoy or like. Not to say that he was a hedonist, he was not that extreme.

The fact that they never found a key had suprised Dusaro. Had they simply not been able to locate it? Had one of the guards hidden it when the fighting started, or maybe even destroyed it? If so, was there a back up key somewhere as well? Not that any of these questions matterd anymore, and they were not able to be awnserd, it still made him wonder. Then again, maybe the key wasn't even something that was obviously a key. It could have been just an unlocking program installed in a datapad that when activated 'unlocked' the collars for all he knew.

"Indeed. How long will getting them on board and all take? Only experince i have doing that kind of exfil is just leaping into a ship and taking off ASAP. Just wanting to check if there is anything like a quick screening that is done first or stuff like that." Dusaro asked as they headed back. Though he doubted that was the case, checking never hurt.

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[Josh Dragovalor]

Well, at least he was trying to lift spirits - something that Josh was thankful for after all that had happened. It was good that he did, sure, chit had happened. But he couldn't let it get to him forever, he knew. And Dusaro was right in the idea that they only had so much time... They needed to focus less on the past besides learning from it - and better prepare for the present and future. As for the key... It was very likely it had been taken off-world, or had been destroyed when they realized they were losing. These slavers used whatever tactics they could to ensure that the slaves were theirs or nobody's, and they didn't care who died for that to remain as so. It was something that absolutely disgusted him, and once again was one of the reasons why he forgoed so many of his honors and traditions when it came to then. They didn't leave him with a choice...

"I just need to hand them off to my associates, and I'm free" Josh would explain as the spaceport came closer into view. "They'll be able to find their homes and transport them. I just do the hard part."

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[Dusaro Dresari]

Dusaro figured what happend to the key was something along those lines. It made 'sense' for lack of a better word, going from the stand point of a slaver and their mind set.

"Alright. Lets get 'er done then." He said, shifting his left arm a bit as he saw the space port. 'Nearly there already' he thought to himself with a statisfied feeling, ceasing to talk and for the moment just walked, keeping a sharp eye out as they arrived at the spaceport with the slaves. He was going to save his questions for when it was just them and they weren't in possible danger of anything sneaky by slavers.

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[Josh Dragovalor]

Soon enough, they would arrive with their slaves. Someone would arrive soon after to pick them up, and before long, the duo were alone. Josh would look back at Dusaro, before motioning for him to follow him to his ship. "We'll do the testing in there, away from prying eyes" The Jedi would explain. As they walked toward the Defender Class Light Corvette, the Jedi would look over at Dusaro. "I never fully introduced myself, did I?" He would inquire. He'd only given his first name before, and him using a lightsaber and force powers in the attack made it pretty clear that he was a Jedi, though he hadn't said as much until it was obvious. "I apologize for that. I try not to give my full name and position openly, until they're quite clear. It's nothing wrong with you, of course. It's just a precaution. The fact you've earned my trust is why I give it now. My name is Joshua DragonsFlame, I'm a Jedi Master belonging to The Jedi Order and The Silver Sanctum. I... Used to be the Jedi Order's Grandmaster when it was still tied to the Republic. After a bit of trouble, I decided to spend my time away from the Order serving the galaxy in the way I thought best, which was protecting it's innocents, such as slaves, from harm. I started liberating camp after camp and taking out every slave ring I came across. While I still serve the new version of the Order, and have an understanding with the Sanctum, I still take time to do the job that I swore I would do regardless" He would explain.

Once they were aboard the ship and out of earshot, he would lead Dusaro into what appeared to be his training and meditation chambers. The Jedi Master would sit down, cross-legged, and motion for Dusaro to do the same.

[member="Dusaro"]

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

"Probably a good idea." Dusaro said in reponse to Joshua's explination, agreeing himself that it was likely for the best. He silently listend to Joshua's explinaitons on who he was, and why he didn't share things sooner. Dusaro understood why he did it, it wasn't exactly hard to guess, and even then he had already figured out most of everything for himself. Atleast that Joshua was a strong Jedi Master. The Grandmaster part... Took him by suprise to put it lightly. As his very raised eyebrows and very expressive facial expression showed. "That is one hell of a resume. You are over qualified and then some." He said, adding the last part as a light smirk of humor. Dusaro seemed to have a habit to take close to nothing seriously. "That explains a lot though.. And makes our meeting seem quite more intresting." He didn't say more mostly because... He wasn't sure there was anything he really had to add or question him about. It was what it was, as suprising as it was. Though taking things like that and rolling with them was a personality 'thing' of Dusaro's. As he said before to Joshua when they first met, he decided how he felt on things very quickly and moved on. "Actually, now that i think of it, i never gave you my last name. I am Dusaro Draco, Merc for hire as you know." He said, not missing the amusing fact of how similar their last name's were. Draco and Dragonsflame.

Dusaro took a seat as Joshua motioned for him to do so in the meditation/training room, taking a look around as he got seated. This was certainly unique. Dusaro took a moment to quickly look around the room to get used to it, his eyes idling curiously over the interior and what ever items were inside before returning quickly to Joshua and waiting for him to begin.

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]