Private Smoke, Red Dust and Mirrors

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

She often wasn't pleased with the self-sacrificing choices of her Padawan. Especially when it concerned the tribal Dathomiri warriors. But given that those where what came closest to allies on this planet, she would let it slide. "Fine by me. We wil regroup behind the rocks once we are all done." She would point at the rock formation that marked the entrance of the camp. "There is no plan B, so don't get caught." The Sephi would remark in a rather stern tone. She was finally getting used to leading operations, and the repercussions should her plans fail.

Once Cas left her alone with the Nightsister, Sakadi would turn to address the introverted woman. "We will need the Colonel's logs to find out what they are digging for here." she explained. "I suggest you distract the guards, while I search for the logs inside." Her eyes were trained on what she, through the Force, determined to be the Nightsister. Locating invisible people was difficult indeed, but luckily she had experience. The three professional Nightsisters turned assassins she had encountered on Ryloth had already tested her highly developed Force sense. The experience made her somewhat better at tracing Dathomiri magick through the Force, something she had benefit from now.

Once they approached the largest of the tents present, Sakadi would halt her stride. "Alright. You're up." Her disembodied voice would echo, as the Jedi Master calmly waited for the Witch to cast some kind of spell, or make ominous sounds. She honestly had no idea what to expect from the Nightsister. Who was she anyway? And the key question; why had Cas made her so angry?​

 

[Cadere]

Cas felt the disembodied hand of Nezira touch his back, upon her touch he immediately relaxed and let out a small smile as she thanked him. A warm feeling began to form in his stomach as he felt the gentle pressure of Nezira's hand on his back. That was... weird. However, he shrugged it off, he needed to focus. Once he was out of Sakadi's range, his disguise would fade and he'd alert the whole outpost.

Finally leaving the side of his former Master and the Nightsister, Cas sneaked his way over to one of the groups of tents. Entering inside, the tent he stopped in his tracks at the sight of an off-duty trooper, the two stared at each other for a brief moment but it escalated when the trooper attempted to rush him. With quick finesse, Cas quickly used the trooper's momentum to spin around behind him and locked one arm over his mouth while wrapping the other around the trooper's neck. It took a few moments before the trooper finally passed out. An idea popped into his head as he scanned over the unconscious body in front of him.

Stripping the infantry trooper of his armour, Cas placed it on himself disguising himself physically. It was definitely more safer than Sakadi's illusion. In the new disguise, Cas exited the tent and continued on his way over to the eastern side with a look of fierce determination. Near the poles where the Zabraks were being held was another large tent similar to the one on the other side of the camp, entering inside he encountered an Officer going over logistics with a scientist. Cas' eyes widened and he let out a startled "Uh!" which garnered the attention of both Imperials standing opposite him, the Officer scowled at the disguised Cas. "Who authorised you to be in here, trooper?!" the Officer aggressively asked the Kiffar, raising a finger, Cas' eyes were still widened "Uhhh... who authorised you to be here?" he fired back before shaking his head in defeat, sighing.

The Officer scanned the Jedi Knight before narrowing his eyes onto Cas' face "What's your designation number?" the Officer demanded. Cas glanced between the two before sighing again and igniting his lightsaber.

Nezira Viresh Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

 

[Nezira Viresh]

Listening to the pointy-eared woman, Nezira looked at the tent that got pointed out. Distracting the guard? That seemed a rather easy task and dashed off sneakily weaving through the many Imperials walking in her direction, unaware of the Nightsister.

Nearing the large tent, Nezira stopped and looked the two guards standing watch by the entrance. How was she going to distract them? An idea popped into her head. Raising her hand, she reached out with the force towards the guard standing to the right of the entrance. Sakadi would not feel the dark side, but just to force be released from the Nightsister and then she heard the right guard speak up. "w-wh-what is happe~ oof!" The guard had fallen to the ground and was now getting pulled off by the leg. "H-help! What's going on?!" Asked the guard, freaking out over being pulled by something invisible. It was safe to say that the other guard received a bit of a shock, watching his friend getting pulled away and towards one of the trees.

Quickly the other guard, along with a couple more men close by ran to the first guard's help and grabbed hold of him. It looked rather comical as 4 grown men tried to pull the guard free from whatever invisible force dragged him away. The entrance was not completely barren and not soul close enough to see anyone enter the tent. "What is going on out there?" Asked the Colonel annoyed over getting pulled from his task and exited the tent. When he saw the group of people desperately trying to stop the guard from getting pulled towards one of the creepy threes, the Colonel started to scold the men and walked away from the tent.

Cadere Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

Without saying a word, the Nightsister went to do what she asked. The Jedi Master could feel it; the gentle touch of moving air as the Nightsister walked past her. But more so, she could feel it in the Force. The planet was a cold throbbing heart, emitting the Dark side with each pulse. A pulse that resonated through the planet and gave the Nightsister her strength. Each of the pulses made it possible to distinguish the faint presence of the Nightsister, and allowed the Master to stay aware of her whereabouts.

But her ability to trace Nezira through the Force was limited to her alone. Something that became very obvious as she used that to her advantage; spooking and distracting the guards. The disguised Jedi would quietly wait for the colonel to be drawn out, before she made her own move. With no one nearby to stop her, Sakadi would enter the main tent.

The colonel's tent, dimly lit by a yellowish light, was far different from what she had expected. The tent was divided up by partitions, each 'room' serving a different purpose. The Sephi's ears twitched and her breath slowed. There was someone else still in the tent, on the other side of the partition. The person had not noticed her yet, but would if the Sephi didn't move quickly.

As swiftly as she could without making sound, Sakadi moved through the tent, hoping to stumble upon the data they needed.

​

 

[Cadere]

Blaster fire lit up the inside of the tent, any hope of not drawing attention to himself was out of the window now. Cas deflected the incoming shots at blitz speed before finally redirecting the final two shots at the Officer. Seeing the Officer collapse to the floor lifeless, the scientist let out a quiet yelp prompting the Jedi to raise his finger to his mouth and make a shushing noise. Cas deactivated his lightsaber and held his hands up "Listen, I'm not gonna hurt you. Relax." he told her.

He took a few steps closer to her before turning to hear the incoming footsteps of more troopers. Turning back to her, his face was serious "I need to free those Dathomirians." he explained at a fast pace, she was both silent and defiant, however, she gave herself away as her gaze swiftly darted to a control panel next to her before returning to glare at the Kiffar. Grinning, he said nothing before flicking his hand to swat her away with the Force sending her into the tent's walls with a light thud. Cas quickly made his way to the control panel before igniting his lightsaber and plunging his blade through it.

With the steps growing louder indicating how near the troopers were, he readied his lightsaber and raised his wrist to his mouth and spoke into the comm. "Sakadi, slight problem--" he was cutoff by blaster fire, he was sure she'd get the gist. And yes, while he knew she couldn't respond he wasn't able to project far enough to inform her any other way. Deflecting more shots, Cas managed to buy himself enough time to rip a hole through the side of the tent and get outside. Making his way around he saw that the poles the Dathomirians were on had, thankfully, been lowered and their restraints had been deactivated.

Now, all he had to do was get through this small army of Imperial troopers and help the Dathomirians. Hopefully more reinforcements wouldn't come in the meantime.

Nezira Viresh Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

 

[Nezira Viresh]

Being near Sakadi while she did her thing, the Nightsister first thought about taking that other person out that hadn't notice Sakadi, but went against it. However, hearing Cas being in a predicament, Nezira knew what to do and bamfed out of the tent, leaving a shimmering puff of air where she teleported.

Reappearing on a protruding rock in the middle of the camp, she could see Cas from where she stood and the Imperial troopers. Thinking the situation over a couple of times, the Nightsister saw multiple options, but they would all end in alerting the whole dig site. Then again, it would give her a way to get back at Cas for when he shattered her heart. She still hadn't forgiven him, not to mention being with Tess.

Nevertheless, Nezira knew she only had fifteen or so minutes left, give or take, before the invisibility disappeared, so she did the next best thing. Planting her ass down on the rocks, she flared up her magick and started to chant in Dathomiri.

Waytha ara quetha way.
Waytha ara quetha way.
Waytha ara quetha way.
Waytha ara quetha way!

Moving her arms in wide circle arcs around her, she continued to chant in her own native tongue, which it almost sounded like echos of the spirits repeating her chant.

Waytha ara quetha way.
Waytha ara quetha way.
Waytha ara quetha way.
Waytha ara quetha way!

Cas would suddenly hear a threatening rumbling high above him in the sky as deep black clouds started to rapidly form. Breezes began to fly through the area where Cas was, which quickly formed into that of a wild storm. The Imperials looked very confused and a bit spooked by the sudden and out of nowhere storm forming above them. Many of the Imperials jumped in fright when a sunder shattering lightning bolt completely decimated one of the vehicles in a fiery explosion, taking multiple people out who stood beside it.

The Imperials dropped immediately to the ground, not testing their own luck and get struck by whatever madness had caused this unnatural storm.

Cadere Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

The Jedi quietly maneuvered past the different tables, each covered in manuscripts and opened scrolls. She even recognized the unmistakable little pyramid that was a Sith Holocron. She came to a halt, her eyes trained on the mystic object. Could the holocron be the source of all this? If it was, how would she open it? If it was anything like their own holocrons, it would take a master of the Sith arts to pry it open and extract its secrets. And frankly, she wasn't in the mood to connect with the Dark side.​

She took a step closer to the table, arm outstretched to take a reluctant hold of the holocron. "Sakadi, slight problem--" The Sephi froze, but forced herself to stay calm. There was still a chance this other person hadn't heard her commlink, maybe their mission wasn't compromised ye--- She could immediately dismiss those thoughts once she heard Nezira barge out of the tent with enough sound to wake a sleeping rancor. Had she been able to curse out loud, she would've certainly done so right now.​

Without any further ado, Sakadi grabbed the holocron. It was cold like ice to her touch, sending shivers down her spine as the Dark side reacted to her presence. But she had little time to adapt to it herself. A pale woman with black tattoos stepped from behind the partition, activating the electrostaff in her hand. She reminded Sakadi of Nezira in many ways, which could only mean one thing. A Nightsister.​

Instinctively, Sakadi reached for the hilt near her waist, but the Nightsister was faster. In a cunning strike, she broke one of the tent's poles, bringing down the roof on the Jedi as the tent collapsed. "Farewell, Jedi!" she spat, as she made a break for the exit. Sakadi reached inside, seeking the aid of the Light side, but something stopped her. The holocron was blocking her attempt, and the Jedi only realized it when the thick cloth of the tent came down upon her.​

The Nightsister, however, did make it out in time. She narrowed her gaze, two malicious yellow eyes staring at the spell being cast outside. It was an intricate and powerful spell, but did her young sister not understand? If it had been that easy to harass the digging site, they wouldn't have gotten this far to begin with.​

The rogue sister raised the staff and twirled it above her head. "Mother. Sisters. Be with me!" She chanted, following it up by thrusting one of the staff's ends in the red, rocky soil. "Klé tan namn nwenn. Klé tan namn nwenn! Klé tan namn nwenn!" Once she finished her third chant, the deafening sound of thunder died away, followed by the wind. The dark clouds remained, but not a single strike of lightning could reach the camp. No, if it hadn't been for her, the Imperials would've left this place long ago.​

"What are you laserbrains doing!?" The booming voice of the Colonel echoed through the camp as he approached the sister, his hired help. He had his blaster pistol drawn, and the scowl on his face was enough to get the Imperials back in line. "Open fire on the intruders for galaxy's sake!" to put emphasis on his own order, the Colonel trained his pistol on Nezira and pulled the trigger twice, sending lethal red blaster bolts in her direction.​

Meanwhile, a few dozen strides away from the ensuing conflict, a white lightsaber would cut its way out of the collapsed tent, freeing the heavily breathing Jedi Master.​

 

[Cadere]

Lightsaber raised, a fake smile shaped on his face "Come on, guys... we can talk about this like reasonable adults." he quipped. His joke went unappreciated as the troopers responded with a few unimpressed blinks before raising their blasters at him, sighing he entered a defensive stance "I didn't wanna talk anyway." Cas said spitefully, ready to defend himself.

Except, his and the troopers attention was drawn to the deep rumble above them. Tilting their heads up to the clouds, their puzzled expressions quickly dissolved into fear as the clouds above blackened and swirled - still facing upward, the Jedi Knight had to clarify "Yeah, I'm not doing this" before covering his face with his arms when a bolt of lightening from the storm, blew apart one of the camp's vehicles. Using the trooper's fear to his advantage, enhanced by the Force, Cas performed a large somersault over the cowering troopers and began to help the captured Dathomirians.

As he began to help them to their feet, he noticed that the storm had stopped as fast as it started. Although the clouds continued to darken the camp and following that, more Imperials had arrived and were ready to fire. "Kriff." he muttered to himself before turning his attention to the Nightsister he had currently helped up, the Kiffar would ask "Can you find a way out of here?" with concern. However, the look she gave him sent a shiver down his spine and as her eyes glowed green she coldly uttered in return "We can fight."

Grinning broadly "Wizard." he calmly stated before taking the fight to Imperials with the Nightsisters and the Nightbrothers to aid them. Maybe now this was the beginning of a fair fight. Turning his attention to the mysterious Nightsister, he determined that she was the culprit that had halted the storm - with the Dathomirians dealing with the troopers, he took the opportunity to rush toward her, leaping in her direction ready to attack her with his lightsaber.

What the hell were Sakadi and Nezira up to?

Nezira Viresh Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

 

[Nezira Viresh]

Nezira spell was countered and stopped, which for a second confused the Nightsister as she rose again. Looking around the place for an answer, her eyes fell on the other Nightsister and Nezira narrowed her eyes. Though, before she got to do anything else, her invisibility dropped, leaving the Nightsister very much in the open.

The rogue Nightsister immediately locked her eyes with Nezira's and a wicket grin formed. Looking at Cas with wicket grin, she waved and disappeared in a puff of smoke, right as he struck at her. Nezira just managed to feel the rogue Nightsister's electro staff attack as she reappeared out of the thin air in front Nezira. What Cas and Sakadi would witness was something of cat and mouse chase with magick. Both Nightsisters bamfed all over the place, trying to get the other, leaving smoke clouds multiple places around the dig site.

Reappearing again up in the air, Nezira got the upper hand and released a shockwave of lightning into the rogue Nightsister, sending her crashing into the red ground. Floating in the air, Nezira looked down at the other Nezira who also flared her magick and started to fly towards Nezira. Crackling with electricity in the rogue Nightsister's hands, she cast a powerful shockwave of lightning at Nezira.

However, Nezira negated it be casting a green force field bubble of pure force energy, ricocheted, flying in completely random directions.

Cadere Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

She could no longer tell what was going on. The Jedi Master freed herself from the movement-restricting tent cloth, ignited lightsaber in one hand and the Sith Holocron in another. But what she faced upon her escape, made the lilac eyes of the Sephi dart all across the camp to try and make sense of it.

She took note of the several emaciated Zabrak warriors desperately attempting to fight the training Imperial military, forks of sickly green lightning bouncing off a by now infamous Nightsister's shield. Then there was her own Padawan; fighting stormtrooper and rogue Nightsister alike. But what only she seemed to notice, was the utter chaos this reckless battle brought with it. For, as was often the case with conflict and violence, it made matters only worse.

On the farside of the camp, Sakadi perceived three, no, five AT-STs rising to their full height from their crouching rest position. And that wasn't all. They were right in the enemy's den. Engaging them here was not brave. It was not heroic. It was flat out suicidal. From their vantage points and sniper towers, the well-trained stormtroopers began to take out the former prisoners one by one. Each scorched by a red laserbolt as their presence in the Force disappeared.

The losing battle became especially apparent now the military defenses reorganized under the Colonel's command. A firing squad of roughly twenty-eight soldiers lined up and took aim at the exposed back of the Nightsister, their cover provided by the various sniper towers. Perhaps she had a shield. Perhaps she could teleport. But no Nightsister they had fought before had managed to evade or deflect an extremely deadly barrage of Imperial blasterfire.

Not only was the firing well-protected by the sniper towers, but the Nightsister and the Knight were also kept occupied by the rogue Sister, who would not allow them to divert their attention. Mere moments after her barrage bounced off the other's defenses, she brought for a quick counterspell. "Üdmak klé Dusun!" she rapidly spun her staff with her hands, attracting the forks of green lightning she had previously unleashed on her fellow sister. The purple currents at the ends of her staff began to shimmer in the same sickly green light as it absorbed the offer power. With another fast trust, she brought the weapon to the ground. But this time, her intent was not to directly attack her opponents.

The minute her staff struck the ground, a dome of green light formed around her and her two assailants. One that made their movement feel heavy and sluggish, like their arms and legs had heavy weights attached to them. But that was not the purpose of her spell. The true nature of it, was a field that rapidly drained the energy of those within it. It was an advanced spell, a difficult one a brave few who had ventured off world had designed. And one she, as Jedi Hunter, had mastered and perfected. Physical motion, summoning the aid of magick, the Force or even the energy pack of a blaster; the moment it was relied on, it would seep away from its user. The perfect spell to trap them in place, and have the Imperial firing line take them out. And if they missed? The AT-STs would take care of the by then tired warriors.

The rogue sister was already basking in her glory. A raspy voice released a cackling laugh, one that certainly would make her foolish opponents aware of the certain doom they now faced. But she had made one grotesque error in her calculations. One she only released when it echoed through her head.

It began as a slight pressure on her cerebral cortex. It was as if someone pushed a finger against her forehead. One that made the witch abruptly stop her maniacal laughter, as she desperately tried to prevent what she had noticed too late.

Then, it truly started. The Nightsister screamed out in pain as the hot knife that was Sakadi's consciousness tore her focus, concentration and thoughts apart. The witch had left her guard down for a brief moment, and now paid the price for her mistake. The result? Her spell faded away, and so did any memory she had of it.

"Cas. Nezira. There is a ship on that nearby cliff. Get to it. Now!" In sync with the projection of her last word, an impressive wall of fire arose between the firing line and the pair. One that was transparent to them, but very real to the soldiers and the Colonel; all who scattered to get away from the illusory sensation of the heat.

Sakadi despised relying on the full extent of her powers. Her telepathy and ability to affect the mind could be used for so much more. To heal, to guide, to educate... And yet she was forced to wield it to incite pain and fear, so that those she cared about could live another day. But if she could prevent any further bloodshed and death by doing so, the Jedi Master would. That was why she had seeped into the minds of all distracted beings present.

If the stubborn Knight and Nightsister would follow her rather compulsory advice, the wall of fire would cease to exist moments after they moved out of a view. Her mental attack on the rogue sister had already ended; but the would need much time to recover from an assault so severe.

And her? She made her own stumbling way to the road up the cliff, knowing that the toll of such widespread and varied strikes would catch up to her sooner than later.

Nezira Viresh Cadere ​

 

[Cadere]

Everything was a damn mess right now - he was struggling to divert his attention between both the rogue Nightsister and the Stormtroopers. Even worse, their allies were taken out by snipers which, as he sensed their presences snuff out, made him feel anguish for feeling as if he failed them, so much so that it began to affect his own effectiveness in this battle.

Acrobatically evading the attacks from both the rogue Sister and stray blaster fire from the terrible Stormtroopepr aim. The issue he faced was that he was forced onto his back foot - the Sister and the other infantry weren't giving him enough room to effectively counter-attack. Following a spell conducted by the rogue, Cas felt strange... as if the gravity had grown denser, he was becoming slower in his movements and they didn't feel effortless like normal. What did she do to him? Her stupid villain laugh kinda made him realise what was going on though, she'd screwed him over.

He prepared for the worst.... only, it didn't happen. He noticed her maniacal laughter had ceased and began to scream in pain - he made out a familiar pointy eared, lavender skinned Jedi in the distance and a broad smile grew, it was her. Nothing really changes after all, here she was saving his tuchus again from another moronic death. Cas felt the weight of his body return to normal as he resumed his evasive manoeuvres until he heard his former Master's projection inside his mind.

He so desperately wanted to belay her command, simply wanting to stay and help her... but in his older age, he knew better. Searching for Nezira amongst the chaos, he nodded at her, non-verbally communing to follow him. With that, he extinguished his lightsaber and made his way up the scarlet road toward the cliff top Sakadi had mentioned. While he couldn't see what she had done, he knew Sakadi had saved their asses again - now she had to get hers back in one piece. Finally at the top of the cliff, Cas would direct Nezira inside the ship - aware of the Nightsister probably never being on one, he directed her to the main hold before informing her "Go in there, get comfortable and... play Dejarik or something." with an awkward, but playful grin before rushing toward the cockpit and firing up the engines.

Once he sensed the Sephi's presence, he took off and flew out toward Dathomir's crimson sky. He knew that in a matter of time, Imperial fighters would be after them.

Nezira Viresh Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

 

[Nezira Viresh]

The traitorous witch was not foreign to advanced spells and Nezira and Cas felt it first hand. Gritting her teeth as she felt the spell's magick take effect on her, Nezira realized how much in danger she was with the Imperials lining up. Thoughts and ideas raced through the Dathomirian's mind for something to counter the rogue Nightsister's spell, but nothing came to mind, she was trapped.

Closing her eyes and accepting her fate, something odd happened. The spell suddenly disappeared, followed by the rogue Nightsister screaming in pain. Not spending time thinking why or how, the white-haired girl bamfed away and landing close by Sakadi up the cliff. Nezira could almost feel the heat from the Imperial's blaster fire, caressing her skin.

Seeing the other Dathomirians dead and Cas running towards her and Sakadi, a small frustrated yet short and sad snare came from Nezira. A large chunk from the surrounding around them was blasted to smaller pieces from the AT-ST's fire, not giving Nezira much choice in what to do. Ignoring Cas's attempt to be funny, the Nightsister entered the ship and felt it take off.

However, they were more or less sitting duck in the air as the AT-STs and everyone else in the dig-site fired at them, causing the ship to shake from incoming fire.

Entering the cockpit, she almost stumbled from a strafing fire of one of the AT-ST's blaster fire, completely frying the shield.

Cadere Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

Stumbling and panting, the Jedi Master began the climb toward the ship. The tent that had collapsed on her hadn't caused any severe injuries, but she still felt pain as she pushed her right leg forward. Luckily for her, the AT-STs were more focused on her two younger companions than her; otherwise this would certainly not have been a pleasant experience.

She was the reach the top of the cliff, and the last who entered the ship. She had little understanding of freighters or technology in general, but knew that the thing was outdated. She assumed that it was still used by the Imperials as a cargo ship, or a simple transport that could fly under the radar. It would certainly explain why Moff Gideon's movement to and from Dathomir had been so hard to track.

The strafing shot fried the shield, and dropped the Jedi Master where she stood. Catching herself on her hands and knees, she looked up at the cockpit, hoping that their systems were still fully operational.

"What do you think Cas? Can you fly this thing?" The Sephi wearily conveyed, as she made her way to a passenger's seat.​

 

[Cadere]

Cas spent the past few minutes carefully and narrowly avoiding incoming shots, although it was difficult with a simple transport.The ship jolted when the blast from an AT-ST fried the shield, “Kark it.” he muttered to himself out of frustration. If they were hit again by one of the AT-STs, that was it for them. The Knight heard his former Master project into his mind, her question brought a cocky smile to his face.

“Know who you’re talking to?” he responded out-loud and through his comm, just because the AT-ST got a lucky shot on them didn’t mean all hope was lost. Cas was an ace pilot after all. Although, he did wish the ship had some weaponry that were still intact.

The Kiffar clutched the control yoke firmly and switched to his game face. Instead of flying upward, allowing them to be easier targets for the ground troops and AT-STs below, with a smooth spin, the Jedi Knight brought the ship into a position where it would fly straight, avoiding the blaster fire as he did so with bends, spins, dips and hard banks. Cranking up the acceleration, Cas began piloting the ship toward a nearby canyon just ahead of them.

Eventually out of the camp’s line of fire, the Kiffar still had the two Imperial fighters to deal with. Heading toward a tight gap inside the canyon, Cas slowed down slightly allowing the starfighters to catch up and when he was finally in close enough range, the Jedi pilot flipped the transport to its side as it narrowly slid through its tight gap, catching the fights off-guard and causing them to crash into the red rocky mountain. Exiting through the other end of the gap, Cas returned the ship to normal and flew upward once more, eventually exiting Dathomir’s atmosphere and into space.

Now out of danger, Cas relaxed into the pilot’s seat and loosened his grip from the control yoke. Turning to Sakadi, he grinned at her and nudged her shoulder playfully “See, I got us.” he assured her with a wink. Now, sort of flying aimlessly through the stars, he returned his attention to the galaxy ahead of him and asked “So, did you get what we came for? Where do we need to go now?”

 

[Nezira Viresh]

Not knowing that Cas were having a conversation with Sakadi, Nezira would it was a very change thing to ask her, in the middle of escaping death. Then again, she was still a mad at him a bit and spoke up as she pulled herself up fro mthe cockpit floor. "No I'm not talking to you" she said coldly and left the cockpit to wait out this very bumpy ride. Okay, she was not exactly going to just sit and twiddle her thumbs.

With a bit of shaking of the ship, the girl managed to sit down instead of fall, and closed her eyes. "Sisters. Mother. Lend me your strength. Sisters. Mother. Lend me your strength" she started to chant, which she continued while opening her mind to the Netherworld and the spirits of long gone Sisters and Mother of her clan. As the Dark Side of the force started to spread around her, the two Jedi would quickly feel the very strong presence of the Dark Side.

While Cas performed very impressive dog-fighting skills, their whole ship with start to shimmer, making the enemy radar unable to pick up on their position, forcing the pilot to track the ship as it slowly started to disappear from the naked eyes as well.

Getting out of danger, hearing Cas's voice from the cockpit, the girl snapped out of her trance, which almost made the Dark Side of the force disappear from Nezira.