It was Graxin who was first to speak, and Ekul studied his features briefly. It was not a Jedi he knew, and he knew of many. He had even witnessed their Grandmaster grow into the woman she was today. Not in the sense he overmatched her ageing, but that he was around the temple enough that he noted her presence, and when he journeyed back and forth from his outposts, he caught glimpses of her progress. "If we wait--" Graxin paused, a deep gasp of air was sucked in, "--it grows even more likely they might find us. I'm alright to continue." Graxin called back, his leather bound fingers drifted over one of his lightsabers. Ekul watched this momentarily, and he knew what it felt like to find comfort in a lightsaber, and he could lecture him on it, but now was not the time nor the place, and once he too had found comfort in keeping a hand close to his own. "The decision is yours," Graxin finished.
"I have to agree with Jedi Rade," Kian intervened quickly before Ekul could comment, Kian referred to Graxin who had just spoken. The brown eyes behind dark oval spectacles slowly swept aside to meet Kian's, their meeting had not been in desirable circumstances, but Kian had the pleasure of saying he had been the first person in the Order to meet a man come back from the grave, Ekul Selah. When Coruscant fell, eight months ago, Ekul had been at the temple when it was overrun with Sith forces, and unable to flee off-planet, he fled into the Underworld. He lived there for the next seven months, constantly on the run. With the temple fallen, and no word of Ekul, the Order could only assume he had perished as so many other Jedi had. His return was both welcomed with praise and astonishment. "The longer we are here, the better chance we have of discovery," Kian said, "Plus... who would suspect an attack in the middle of a blizzard." A smile was concealed by Kian's antiox-breath mask.
"I agree, we will push forward," Ekul made the call. He turned his eyes upon the distant horizon, and where a dense fog of snow rose up, as if reaching out for the clouds themselves. One would easily assume he would be cold, but he submerged himself fully into the Force, and even during activity such as walking, he was able to meditate. Like breathing, one can train themselves to perform subconscious acts. It was known that suffers of mental disabilities in which sleep could befall them at any moment, that even when fallen asleep they continue the activities they were doing, such as writing, but of course the writing would be incomprehensible, thankfully, walking did not require someone to read his footsteps. Every now and again his foot would snag upon a rock under the snow, and he would be torn away from his thoughts that drifted ceaselessly, but it was not long before he continued his mindless march.
If there were a few words to describe the Watchman of Nar Shaddaa, he was described as unconventional, unorthodox, mysterious and controversial. It was not common knowledge he thought the Order required a more suitable Grandmaster - one who did not absolve a tradition that lasted countless eons, the High Council, nor one so young. He believed her horribly inadequate and unequipped for the task, but he was a Jedi, and he would do his duty, so long as it was not interfered. He was glad the duties of a Jedi Watchman were often left alone by the High Council and Grandmaster, as they were given permission to act out on their free will. The Jedi Watchman were among the few specialities in the Order who received the most amount of trust in their duties to do what they needed to do however they saw fit. Very rarely did they require permission from the High Council to act out on duties, and only then it was during the most extreme of scenarios that they were forced to require permission.
The blizzard came through, and they were engulfed entirely by the storm. Without aid of the Force, anything even a meter ahead of him was blind to him. He had walked ahead a few, and looking around he had lost sight of Jedi Karr and Rade, but delving into the cosmic energies, he was quick to pick up their traces. They were closing in on the foundry now, no more than one-hundred meters. It was then that Ekul felt it, the malignant aura of the Sith, like ice water down his veins, and the hairs on his nape stood on end. They each had their jobs to do; Ekul was to get into the security centre and disable the alarms and communication array, with Kian and Graxin to sabotage the factory line. Ekul had specifically been received the priority job, for five decades of study, meditation and spiritual enlightenment had given him a card up his sleeve. He had spent countless years on pilgrimages to the Unknown Regions and Wild Space, conversing and studying with various Killik colonies, cultivating into a single understanding of the Force.
Ekul dove his hands into his robes as they continued to inch towards the foundry, and would soon be approaching the outer perimeter fence. He took out a small handheld communicator, and with the thumb on the ignition he called in to Jedi Karr and Rade that would otherwise not hear him in the storm. "We need to be in and out as quick as we can, Sith are here." Selah trudged through the snow, and without warning a fence rose up around him, but it did not impede him. He imagined himself submerging into a warm lagoon, and continued to walk towards the fence. To anyone who was watching him through the Force, they would see Ekul Selah quite literally walk through the fence, as though it was not there. It would become apparent why he was chosen to infiltrate the security centre. He was capable of manipulating his body in such a way that he could phase through walls and doors. There were very few Jedi in the history of the galaxy who could perform such an ability, and it was no coincidence Ekul Selah's idol, The Dark Woman, too had this ability. Though he admired her, it was not from her he learnt it, but the Killiks.
The moment he was on the other side of the fence, he was in a sprint - at least as fast as he could when in snow, but the snow evened out on the permitter where it was regularly cleaned up off the roads. He was in a furious break-neck sprint for the closest building of ferroconcrete. His robes, a dark glint in the otherwise perfect snow, flailed and snapped in the wind, and his smooth, brown skin was blemished by the oval spectacles sitting upon his wide nose. As the cloak sailed behind him, the hilt of a lightsaber sparkled, electrum exterior with a wintrium interior. The craftsmanship of a true Jedi Master, yet it held two distinct signatures. Uncommon for a lightsaber, for oft it only ever belonged to a single master. One was ancient, and the other recent - whilst it had been forty years ago, in the span of time that was three-thousand years, forty years was quite recent. He was closing in on another building, and a worker saw him, dropping everything in his hands and about to shout at the sight. Then Ekul Selah ran straight into the wall of ferroconcrete, and vanished. The worker shrieked. Ekul reappeared in a corridor, looking both ways it was empty. Now to find the security centre before the alarm was raised.
Allies: [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Graxin Rade"]
Enemies: [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] [member="Arturious Engel"] [member="Silara Vantai"]
