Supply and Demand (Zetha Vesh)

[WolfMortum]

They had put enough distance between themselves and Coruscant enough so for Zarack to visibly relax within the pilots chair, guiding the Baccara further out passed the systems satellites and monitoring beacons before setting the Freighter to auto-pilot and allowing her to drift with very little impulse. Turning away from the cockpit terminal, he exhaled shallowly under his breath as he stood to his feet and began down the corridor leading into the larger storage area that had been turned into something of a living space or lounge aboard the craft. Aside from the typical quarters for guests aboard the freighter, the modified version of the YT-1300 had been kitted out to sustain life on deck for a considerable amount of days before needing to be resupplied; more than anything else found on any planet, the Baccara had become Zarack's home and now with someone else within it, he wondered what it was that [member="Zetha Vesh"] really wanted with him.

They hadn't been allowed any time to talk and therefore Zarack remained armed, his lightsabers buried within their holsters at his chest and his blaster pistol coupled to his right hip. The fight with the Bounty Hunter had been short and interrupted by the Security Team back of Coruscant, Zarack had been ready to kill the man and yet the other had almost turned around completely to offer help when more trouble arrived. Shaking his head and scowling to himself for thinking about it, Zarack had to assume that the other had been trying to set him up only to be arrested or worse, the price on his head after all was life or death.

Reaching for one of the compartments, he pulled out two bottles of hydro (Water) and tossed one across the room to the female Togruta; Zarack himself moving to take a seat on the makeshift couch against the far wall, opening the drink and pouring it over top of his head caring none for what hit the steal plated floor. Tired and filthy, he blew his fringe out of his face before turning to look back towards Zetha speaking plainly; "So then....-Why were you following me and why did you try to help me against that Bounty Hunter. You know nothing about me...".

 

[Zetha Vesh]

When Zetha watched the planet grow smaller as they flew farther away from it, she took a breath of relief. Finally they were free. Getting up from the gunner's chair, Zetha climbed the ladder and walked, giving herself a small tour before she found the storage area that had been converted into a living space. She entered, glancing around curiously. She'd never seen anything like this before. Her eyes finally rested on Zarack. She caught the hydro that was thrown at her, watching him move to the couch, where he proceeded to dump the water over his head. She uncapped it and took a small sip.

Then came the question she was expecting but partly dreading. She had to explain herself. "Might as well start from the beginning," she said casually as she moved the hydro bottle to a table via the Force. "My name is Zetha. I used to be a Jedi Padawan on Tython, but left. I don't like their pacifist nature, and they can be so karking controlling." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I stole a ship and fled to Coruscant and began my search for a Sith. We learned about them in the Temple and I like their style more. The main way to tell if someone uses the Dark side is by their red lightsabers." She waved her hand in the air. "Which you've probably figured out, why I chose you over Mask."

She took a few steps closer to the couch he was seated on. "I just want to know what the Sith are like. I think the Jedi were just trying to scare the pads into being good."

[member="Zarack Arkaos"]

 

[WolfMortum]

A former Jedi from...-Tython? Zarack had never heard of the place but it was good to know. The Jedi were said to be peacekeepers of the light-side of the force, Zarack had been told a little and read into their reputation in his own time. Supposed Guardians of the galaxy which he found ironic as they seemed to miss so many opportunities where people actually required their aid. It was then that [member="Zetha Vesh"] went on to elaborate on why she followed him, his 'red lightsabers' and her desire to find the Sith. "Spast, even among Dark-Siders, they know not to go looking for the Sith without something to offer...-You're a former Jedi?" his head lifted somewhat, resting against the back of the couch while his body slid down a little to get somewhat more comfortable, trying to wrap his head around this game she seemed to be playing. "My weapons I took away with me from the Covenant of the Black Rose...-There I was for a small time instructed by a former Sith Lord, Darth Exedo....-There was a time before all of this..." His hands gestured to the Baccara (the light freighter) and then to themselves as he spoke, "...Killing another person seemed like such a grave act. It was however what was expected of me". The look that crossed the small living area to which he met with the Togruta's own gaze briefly flickered with a colder hint of darkness within him. Zarack hadn't always found it so easy to take a life and yet under his former Masters teachings, he had been forced to struggle with his own ideals, his morale integrity which would eventually cave and surrender to the chaos that was the dark side of the force, pitting the cost of a life against the price of failure at very different odds.

"But like you, I eventually chose to abandon the Covenant..." At the time his reasons for leaving hadn't been so clear but now sitting where he was and talking to the female Togruta who had stood on an opposing side of the Force for a time, well things seemed to have fallen into place and Zarack had no regrets, "I had to seek my own path. Their Order was not my own and I gained from being there don't get me wrong, it wasn't all a loss. This ship itself is named the Baccara, another meaning for 'Black Rose'...".

Thinking upon the Sith, he tried to sum up all he knew of them. "The One Sith, they're the true legion of the Dark Side of the Force. If the Dark Side ever had an army to combat the light, it would be the Sith and they really do hate the Jedi Order for all their years of conflict, those battles have been being fought far longer than you and I could ever hope to draw breath. They have their own Code and do not kill without a purpose but they rely on the strength of the darkside, the passions that the Jedi Order would try to restrain you from. Anger and Hatred, turning those things to strength to overcome the weaker foe and finish them; one less obstacle in their path so to speak..." Shifting some, he pulled his jacket open to draw the two lightsabers from their holsters, guiding one of them across the room through the use of sustained telekinesis, levitating the weapon all the way over until the hilt was in her reach. "The Force does not forget, the Darkside can leave impressions on the weapons we use, the things we possess...-You will feel the darkness through these, the weight of those who've been struck down by them but what I want is to point something out to you right now. Even a Jedi can acquire a lightsaber with a red crystal. The color of the blade does not make the killer and in many cases, both the Jedi and the Sith have used the others to disguise themselves in open view of the public into thinking that either side had committed some kind of wrong doing. For example if a Sith drew a blue blade and slaughtered civilians on a foreign world, what would most people believe them to be through the nieve rumors they've only heard through word of mouth...".

 

[Zetha Vesh]

Zetha began to feel herself becoming less impressive as he talked. Sure, she helped him back there, but all that credibility seemed to fade as the seconds passed. Her brain scrambled to think of something to offer him, but at the same time just wanted to shut down and accept her fate. If he was going to kill her, she wasn't sure if she would stop him. She had never been more uncertain of the future, and she had no real path to travel anymore. He explained the Sith, how he was taught by them before eventually leaving. Much like Zetha. Their code, their Order. Her eyes tracked the movement of his weapon as it floated towards her. Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers along the metal cylinder.

He was right talking about feeling the Dark side in the weapon. The energy flooding through it felt so heavy and dark. If she still contained a scrap of her Jedi-taught morals she would be trembling in fear. But she didn't, and she wasn't. When he told her that the colour of the blade wasn't always indicative of the alignment, she felt depressed. Like her only reasoning was weak and fallible. So she quickly thought of a new one. "If that is so, then you are still a Sith. A Jedi using red lightsabers to slaughter three bounty hunters would be pointless. The public knows of the Sith's nature, deepening that with fear would only strengthen the Sith's power. If you were a Jedi posing as a Sith, would it not be better to use these tools to protect and serve people?"

She paused momentarily to study the weapon she held. "And if you were a Sith posing as a Jedi, these would be blue or green." Extending her arm out, she activated the blade, watching the glowing red beam spring to life. "Not red." She deactivated the blade, watching it disappear with a hiss. "So it wasn't foolish of me to say you are a Sith at all. Or at least someone aligned with the Dark Side of the Force." She levitated the lightsaber, slowly moving it back towards Zarack. "And even if all this is false and I'm just making assumptions, I still felt your energy. Every sentient being produces an energy, let's call it an aura. I felt yours and felt the Dark side in that. You can't change that." The lightsaber was now floating in front of Zarack.

[member="Zarack Arkaos"]

 

[WolfMortum]

"Nothing is ever so black and white..." Zarack laughed quietly under his breath as he watched the Togruta, [member="Zetha Vesh"] with a half smirk, shaking his head in disagreement, "The general public only has an idea of the Jedi Order, they will always fear those that they cannot control and with the power of the Force at the hands of the minority in the Galaxy, who's to say a Jedi won't abuse it as easily as a Politician in any given Government. Sentient life is flawed beyond reason, if society is given enough evidence based only on what it perceives, all truths can be bent and broken" he reached out, taking his lightsaber back and returning the pair to their holsters against his shirt.

"And what does the public know of the Sith..." He continued to counter her arguement though neither held a heated tone, the discussion was quite an enjoyable one he had to admit, Zarack held a fondness for questioning the lessons that society so commonly drilled into the minds of its people, "Do the people understand that the Sith have been met time and time again, beaten back by the Jedi Order throughout so many generations. Do they see the Sith's justification for the war between the two Orders or do they only see mindless violent animals bent on killing everything in their path". It was a valid argument, the Sith were so commonly thought of as the evil ones because of their ability to kill without restraining themselves as the Jedi did. "The Jedi can pretend that they fight only in defense of the galaxy but who's galaxy, theirs? And how many Sith have they struck down, do the Sith not have the right to avenge their fallen?" He chuckled quietly, tilting his head and extending a hand to her in acknowledgement, "There's always a flipside to everything you're told and you're best to question both ends of any given story...-Neither side is innocent or flawless".

As for the matter of Zarack being one of the Sith himself, that was a rather straight forward matter, "Choosing to use the force without restraining myself with moralist ideals does not make me one of the Sith. Any Jedi can stray from their path and rise to their own means but that does not make them of the Sith. Like any organization, only once you join and believe in their ideals, their goals and fight for their means will you ever be able to consider yourself one of the Sith. The Force is power, it does not care where you end up, what side of the line you choose to stand on. If you have it, you use it to your own means, your desires. The same as any lightsaber or weapon" Zarack took another long drink from the bottle of hydro before returning the cap to it and leaning back into the comfortable seating, his hands lifting up behind his head as he took a moment to consider the position he found himself in, more so the company.

"Or maybe I'm just being difficult. What you believe is inevitably for you to decide, no one should ever force their beliefs upon you. Your take on the galaxy has to be your own".

 

[Zetha Vesh]

And he retaliated her argument with his own, but Zetha stood her ground. He didn't scare her, intimidate her, make her want to apologize for the error of her ways. She would not bow to him and his assumed superior opinion. She crossed her arms over her chest, the motion a bit awkward with the hydro bottle, but she made it work. Thoughts bubbled to her mind then, ideas, demanding his thanks for helping him back there. But she really had no grounds to demand that. She didn't know him, his temperament. He could take that demand as a threat and act on it.

"White, black, grey," she mused, twirling her hand in the air almost dismissively. "What society deems as good or evil. Be it as it may. I don't care. A year ago, I left the Jedi order to follow my own path. And now it's led to you. Sure, I may be searching for a Sith, but I came across you nonetheless. Call it an act of fate if you so desire." She paused in her words and motion. She had begun to pace. "You're welcome, by the way. For helping you back there."

[member="Zarack Arkaos"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Zarack's head cocked back as he heard the words 'act of fate' thrown at him as if she'd been led to him on purpose, like he had something real to offer her. His expression took to one of slight confusion and curiosity as to wondering what exactly she thought she was doing aboard his ship in the midst of space, "Me offering you a ride out of that mess back on Coruscant is what brought you here, questioning your desire to follow me is what brought you here..." He replied, wondering where the Togruta was getting off with her sudden attitude; to his mind he'd shown her nothing but civil discussion, if not a little lecturing but he liked to talk; seldom did he ever have company aboard his vessel, "So you're welcome, by the way" he added sarcastically in response to her obvious need to feel vindicated. She obviously didn't take well to his trying to educate her a little though he'd seen it to be a way of trying to offer something in response to her needing to find a 'Sith' like they might not simply kill her on the spot for her ignorance of their ways.

Zarack wondered if she'd even realized that Coruscant was the heart of One Sith territory since they'd taken it from the Republic, it was partially why he'd wished to visit the world to see for himself how much it'd changed though he'd not left his ship before trouble had found him and he'd acted in self defense, rather enthusiastically. Still, he had to admit that he'd heard rumors of other groups proclaiming themselves to be of the Sith as well, perhaps Coruscant hadn't worked out for her. "Between the two of us, you're not alone in your interest in the Dark Side but I've little desire to become one with the Sith Empire, I can drop you off somewhere if that's where you'd prefer to land but my search is for something else. Between the Sith and the Jedi, they're just cogs that turn the mechanical wheel and their wars leave people wanting..." He didn't elaborate on what that meant, not for the moment, instead leaving Zetha to decide for herself what it was that she wanted for herself while he eventually stood to his feet and began back for the cockpit, pausing only to speak out over his shoulder, "...Stop with your worrying, I'm not going to harm you" his senses had picked up on her anxiety sometime ago but with that, he moved off back down the corridor he'd come from in order to check over the Baccara's readings and current trajectory.

 

[Zetha Vesh]

((hey sorry completely missed the notification))

So maybe she was in the wrong here. She took a step back, crossing her arms over her chest self-consciously. "Thank you." She moved back until she was sitting on the couch with Zarack. "I'm not sure where I want to go now. I'm not really...familiar with the galaxy." She set the bottle of Hydro on the floor and leaned back. With a small sigh, almost a sigh of defeat, she glanced over at him. "I never got your name."

[member="Zarack Arkaos"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Zarack frowned to himself, stopping halfway within the Corridor en-route to the cockpit though her tone caused him to falter. She sounded disappointed and almost as if he'd ridiculed her. No matter how he might have sounded, the intention to degrade [member="Zetha Vesh"] was not at all what he'd planned, thus he slowly turned back and stepped back into view as she'd asked his name; he took a gentler tone offering the floor a slight glance as he regretted coming off too strongly. He wasn't heartless after all. "Zarack Arkaos...-This is the Baccara.." He extended both hands out to his sides gesturing to the vessel that they were in.

"Look..." He tried to make up for his earlier sarcasm, "I'm not trying to be a jerk or anything here. It's just out here there's always something trying to kill you or take what's yours and I don't trust strangers..." his right shoulder found the wall to which he leaned sideways against, crossing his boots at the ankles and taking something of a casual stance, his arms crossing while he glanced back across the room to look at the Togruta, "I started out with nothing and I fought for what I've got now, I didn't get here being nice to people...-But if you're still set on finding the Sith, I will take you there...-Wherever you want me to take you". It seemed pretty straight forward in the end, she'd mistaken him to be one of the Sith because of the crystals housed within his lightsaber, synthetic, the easier to come by and often used by the Sith as was his former Master's way, he couldn't blame her on her logic when he supposed at the end of the day she was more or less right. The idea of finding the Sith didn't exactly come to him with a great deal of enthusiasm though she was on his ship now, stuck on it unless he thought to turn back to Coruscant, the system likely hunting for them as they spoke, adrift in space together.

 

[Zetha Vesh]

[member="Zarack Arkaos"]. And they were on the Baccara. And he didn't trust strangers. Although he 'wasn't a jerk', as he said, and hadn't killed her, she got the feeling he didn't want her there. Like she was taking up space or, according to him, just waiting to kill him and take his things. And him saying how he had to fight over everything he owned, it was very clear they lived opposite lives. Up to this point at least. "I understand, thank you for your hospitality." She shifted in her seat, slightly awkward at the way these events were unravelling.

"After what you said, I don't think I should look for the Sith." Using the Force, she lifted the bottle of hydro into her hands. Unscrewing it, she took a sip. "I thought they were my best chance of freeing myself from the control of the Jedi Order, but leaving one set of rules to go follow another one?" She took another sip. "Not for me. Maybe I should just..." She looked up at him. "Stick with you? You've impressed me. And even if I did take everything and run, as you suspect, where would I go? I can't return to my home planet, or Tython, or now Coruscant's off limits. And I'm not really familiar with space maps or anything like that. I'd get lost out here." Standing, she walked over to him, capping the bottle. "If you think I'm lying, probe my mind. I have nothing to hide."

 

[WolfMortum]

Apparently Zarack seemed to lack something when it came to trying to make people feel better, now it seemed [member="Zetha Vesh"] was under the impression that he expected her to turn out to be some sort of thief preying on his goods, it rather surprised him when she asked if she could hang around with him rather than pursue the Sith due to the assumption. "Eh...-I'm not saying you're going to take my stuff...-Just putting it out there okay? I've run into some real asshats..." He cocked his head sideways at the given name for said individuals that were far more difficult to like, "You...-You're fine. If not a little forward...-But that's cool, I'm just not used to it. I've been out here on my own a while...". Such was the life of a man with a bounty on his head, a death mark to most that sought to cash in on his type. Truthfully, it wasn't just that but since leaving the Covenant or the Order of the Black Rose, his contacts that he'd had prior had all disappeared with his loyalties and these days it was just him and his vessel drifting through space searching for the next decent score that might earn him some real credits.

He waved a hand at her as she approached with the idea of him exploring her mind to find the truth, he didn't need to, he could tell by her tone and the words she gave him, that she had nowhere to go, this he understood very well and given the type of person she seemed to be, she held strength but she'd struggle on her own much like Zarack himself had for the initial years. "Well..." He seemed to weigh it all up, he hadn't planned on taking on a crew member when he'd arrived on Coruscant but she seemed nice enough and perhaps if he was able to help her in some way, she might prove to be a welcome companion for the jobs he wanted to undertake in the near future. "I suppose it'd make piloting this thing a hell of a lot easier and after Coruscant, you're not that bad of a gunman on the turret so...-If you can stomach the company of a live bounty, I guess that's cool but it's not going to be safe for you...-You know that right? I don't exactly fly by the rules if you catch my drift...".

 

[Zetha Vesh]

When Zarack said it was alright if she stayed, Zetha nearly flew into his arms out of elation. But she held herself back. Finally, a place to call her own, for the time being at least. Somewhere she could live with no code, no rules, or Order restraining her to a system of dead beliefs. At the mention of if she could handle being around a person with a bounty, and that it wouldn't be safe for her, she simply shrugged. "I don't care what you've done. You haven't done it to me or anyone I'm close to, so I don't care. Well not that I have a lot of people I'm close to....you get the idea."

She paused to take a breath, a break in her little ramble. "I can be your gunner, yeah. I can do a lot of things for you too." She paused again. Maybe that was a little too weird. "I mean I'm here to help." Of course she was here to help. This rambling was getting awfully annoying for her. She didn't want to know how Zarack was taking it. So she stopped, took a breath. "I can really stay?"

[member="Zarack Arkaos"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Her sudden relief was a little amusing, as much as it was somewhat a surprise, Zarack hadn't expected her to be so pleased to know they would continue to share their company; at first the conversation sounded as if the two would not see eye to eye but now that he'd given her an answer, it seemed to be the one she was hoping for. So much so to go as far as questioning it a second time. "Yeah, it's fine by me...-Who knows, maybe having a crew member will help in the long run" he smiled faintly though he still found wary, they didn't know much of each other and their sudden chance meeting on Coruscant hadn't been all too pleasing though [member="Zetha Vesh"] was not to blame for that.

"You know about the Force, and the Jedi..." He soon spoke up once more, moving to return to his seat, his interest piqued as he knew little of the Order and it would've been a great understatement to say that he was interested in the Force itself. "How much of your training did you complete with them, what did they tell you about the Force...-I did not stay long enough in my former Masters company to finish what was started and if we're going to survive out in the Galaxy, we need to be able to find a way to draw more strength from the Force...". Piloting and Piracy were a different story but his training was something that Zarack could not see through to the end on his own, he knew this much and had no intention of being unrealistic about it but perhaps if the pair could pool their learnings together, maybe there was a chance they could both benefit from it. As they were both learners who had come from different backgrounds, perhaps the abilities they could offer one another would open certain doors further down the track, so to speak.

 

[Zetha Vesh]

She could stay. She really could stay. She really did appreciate it. "Thank you," she warmly said as she watched him move to the couch. She wanted to hug him and she questioned herself for not taking that action. But something told her that Zarack wasn't really the warm and friendly, huggy kind of guy. So she refrained, unfortunately. He took a seat on the couch, and she went over too, standing in front of it. He started to bring up the Force, asking questions about her life with the Jedi and her training. "Oh I've been with them for a few years. I was taken to Tython when I was ten, but left when I was seventeen." She moved to take a seat next to Zarack. "That's actually old for a padawan. Most are discovered around the age of four, and apprenticed to a Knight or Master after the age of eight. However, the Force didn't come to me until later, but it did hit like a star cruiser."

She paused in her words to chuckle a bit at her own joke. "So I was older and stronger than the other younglings. But yeah, I can help you if you want. But you gotta help me too." She turned towards Zarack suddenly, moving towards him until she was almost in his lap, leaning over him in anticipation. "See, while I was one of their better padawans, I lacked something that kept me from advancing quicker than the others." She blushed at her own awkwardness at admitting this to him. It didn't make sense to admit her weaknesses, but maybe that would make her a more trustworthy individual. "I'm not the best at using a lightsaber. Hell, I don't even have one." She lifted herself up on her knees, patting her hips, which were barren of weapons. "I just had a training sabre, but I left that at the temple. So," she slowly fell forward, her hands on either side of his waist. Her heart was pounding. "Do we have a deal?"

[member="Zarack Arkaos"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Before he could realize what was happening he found [member="Zetha Vesh"] basically crawling over him, his back pressed against the support of the couch, head cocked back looking up at her like she something completely alien to him. He must have missed something, he hadn't realized their conversation was moving to take a direction such as this. Lifting his hand, he found her shoulders and gently shifted her back away from him so that he could stand back to his feet and put some distance between them, all while responding rather out of surprise and bewilderment, "W-Woah..." He turned back, his hands extending to his sides in a sort of half-canny shrug, "We can train together sure but I don't know what exactly you're expecting from me if you're looking for something like *that*..." He was of course referring to anything intimate, her approach had been so forward and so out of the blue, he couldn't avoid saying something to keep things on a civil level. This was beyond something he was experienced in dealing with, though it was nice to be admired in some way, Zarack just...-Well, with all that he'd gone through, he wouldn't know the first place to even begin to consider being that close with someone; he had too much else on his mind, goals and objectives, things to come that would change things for himself, for those others who might one day join them..

"No offense, I mean I'm sure you're cool and all but I don't have the slightest clue who you are aside from what you've told me..." He didn't point out that for all he knew, she could've been lying to him though he'd have been a fool not to consider the chances; it didn't seem that way now though he didn't quite know what to think of the moment. "Let's just focus on our training together and working out how to come by some more credits to keep us going...-Deal?".

 

[Zetha Vesh]

"Wait, what?" She stared at him, stunned and slightly shocked, when he reacted so negatively, pushing her back to stand up. When he mentioned not wanting something intimate, Zetha's eyes went wide and she got to her feet. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." Was that really the impression she was giving off? She just wanted to be friendly! Was that not how normal people were friendly? The only "friendliness" she knew was the Jedi way; bowing and being really formal, like you had a stick shoved up your ass. Zarack wasn't that bad! Besides she wasn't a Jedi now. She couldn't act like one.

Did he hate her now? Did he think any less of her, or think she was weird? Was he going to kick her from his little crew? In the middle of space, letting her drift around aimlessly for the seconds before lack of oxygen killed her? Was he going to kill her now? "I just thought..." She blushed wildly and took a step back. "That's how people were friendly? That's not stick-up-your-ass Jedi bowing." Was he still going to take her in as a crew member? The questions, concerns, worries poured into head like a tidal and she struggled to keep them from overflowing, but it was a battle she quickly lost. Her control of the Force slipped, causing the bottles of Hydro to shake and the metal of the table to warp. She really was stupid. He could probably tell what she was thinking now, using his own connection to the Force. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

[member="Zarack Arkaos"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Friendly? Hell if Zarack had treated most other people in the galaxy that way, he'd either have had a lot more of an exciting time, or he'd have had the price on his head claimed far sooner, to say that she'd come off as being friendly was a real understatement but the even more perplexing things was that she seemed not to have a clue why it had shocked him so much. "N..-no...-Most people tend to be a bit more subtle about things like this, a lot of people don't like being close to others they don't feel they can trust. Does the Jedi Order really leave people this clueless...?" He cocked his head sideways as he spoke, openly voicing the notion that the Jedi might be that clueless to social manners. Zarack rubbed the back of his neck feeling rather uncomfortable about the whole thing, instead soon sweeping his left hand through the air casually dismissing the whole thing, "Let's just forget about it...-Clearly it's not what it seemed like, we can focus on better goals. If the Jedi Order really have left you that blind though, you're gonna need to learn to rely on your feelings, use them to channel your strength in the Force...-I don't know how they did things but I've found I've been far stronger when I've been angry or desperate about something...".

As for the matter of not having a lightsaber, that could be easily rectified. Zarack didn't need two of them, he could fight with more strength in his blows with a single blade rather than utilizing two and thus he drew the secondary hilt from it's holster and moved to approach. "Here, take this..." He handed the lightsaber to [member="Zetha Vesh"], the crystal within giving off an eminent feeling of the darkside, the taint that had been placed upon the red stone through the lives that Zarack had already taken with the weapon, "This is now yours...-It's more reliable than any other weapon, Blasters and vibro-blades are boring, fragile and clumsy things but the blade of a lightsaber is a truly deadly weapon in the right hands...".

 

[Zetha Vesh]

Zetha covered her mouth with her hand and squeezed her eyes shut. She felt sick. She could feel the Force moving around her, responding to her emotions. But then Zarack said using your emotions to fight is better...stronger. It was the complete opposite of the Jedi way. The Jedi taught to bottle their emotions, keep them inside, never to unleash them. But Zetha was an emotional person. It was why she left. But now here she was, with a man who just said he couldn't trust her, or maybe she was interpreting that wrong.

So she could use her emotions as a weapon. This she knew, somewhat. She had never tried it before. Opening her eyes and lowering her hand, she unleashed all of her emotions; all the fear, embarrassment, awkwardness. All of that was unleashed onto her empty bottle of Hydro. The bottle lifted, before being crushed by the sheer pressure that was being exerted onto it. It fell to the ground and Zetha stared at it, before her violet eyes flicked up to Zarack, who now stood before her. "S-sorry." What would he think about that show of power? Would he be intimidated? Think she was a threat? Did he see that as an attack? Or did he see it as an annoyance? An unnecessary and childish outburst?

She blinked when he handed her his lightsaber, instructing her to take it. 'It's yours now.' Zetha stared, shocked. "You're...giving me her lightsaber?" Her powerful grip with the Force loosened, the energy and pressure that was building around her form quickly subsided. Gratefully, she took the weapon out of its hand, feeling the darkness of the crystal inside. "Thank you.." Holding the dark hilt to her chest, she bowed her head, embarrassment flooding through her at the previous 'temper tantrum', 'emotional outburst'. She was unable to meet his brilliant blue gaze, and blush collected on her cheeks, the pink made very prominent on the white markings under her eyes.

[member="Zarack Arkaos"]

 

[WolfMortum]

"You need to learn to show more confidence..." the words escaped him as he thought it, looking down over [member="Zetha Vesh"], his height just above hers and by no means looking upon her in a superior sense. Her blatant discomfort and anxiety was as readable as the pattern of her facial markings, "Why are you so unsure of yourself. You act as though I should be insulted, I'm not" He continued, the fact was that if someone found him appealing then that would've been taken as a compliment yet Zetha seemed to act as if she'd just killed his kathhound.

As for the lightsaber itself, yes it was a generous act and he was glad she could see that. Perhaps then she would go the distance to make the most of the gift and learn to wield it for the right reasons, not the way of the Jedi but for her own sake. "I doubt my Master gave me these weapons thinking that I would hold onto them forever. I doubt she thought I had the spine to attempt to leave and risk having her come for me...-My Master may have meant for many things; all we can really know is what's right in front of us" He watched her carefully, soon signalling to the lightsaber hilt that she held, "I know you can feel the darkness within that weapon, it was hers and mine...-Now you need to learn to let go of what you've been taught, learn to stand for yourself, shoot first and ask questions later if nessecary. There is no more important weapon in your hands like your own life and that you need to learn to put first before everything else. Don't worry if you insult someone or hurt them, your priority must be your own survival before anyone elses...-No one will put you first before themselves, don't offer them the compliment in thinking the people you come across might be better than you are. They are not...".

 

[Zetha Vesh]

Zetha let out a long, drawn out sigh, leaning back against the wall. Of course, everything that Zarack said made sense. She had just spent so much time being constricted it was weird to be free. But was she truly free? She didn't know how Zarack would react to certain things, but if he wanted her to be more confident, it wouldn't make much sense for him to be against something that came from her being confident. She had always wondered what had happened. She had a firey temper, and at the temple she wouldn't hesitate to break rules to accomplish the greater goal. So then what happened? Had her Jedi brainwashing really take that away from her?

"I don't know," she began, clipping the weapon to the left side of her belt. "Maybe because you give off that impression." She circled her hands in front of her, gesturing to all of him. "You know, step out of line and you're dead." She shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest. But she held no tones of anger of despise towards [member="Zarack Arkaos"]. It was more like teasing. She could see that he had a thick shell around him, nothing went in or out. She wanted to break that. Maybe her being confident can help with that.