The Fate of Light and Dark (RR Vs TSE)

[Lilla Syrin]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMST3H69-Os

LIlla relaxed and entered into a form of trance. Serenity was a meditative ability she was beginning to learn — given her specialism in meditative techniques, and the paper she had published on the subject.

It allowed her to gain focus and power and required patience, inner strength, and a deep connection to the Force.

As she remained calm, one of her eyes opened — but not before the Sith acolyte was close by. Until this point, the Force had allowed her to connect deeply with it and not warned her of any threat posed, given she was already aware of his presence.

She remained in a cross-legged seated position and smiled at the young Sith’s approach. It was a kindly smile, without malice or sarcasm — as if she were genuinely pleased to see him.

She opened her other eye when he spoke.

“It’s a reasonable comment,” she said softly, her eyes drifting across the surrounding area. “But not factually correct. It was a system malfunction. In truth, it took decent piloting skills to land without crashing. Not that you were to know that.”

She remained seated, as if welcoming a young Padawan for a debate on some Jedi-centric subject. She was asked to discuss the Code more than any other topic — and had even been sought out by Sith for such conversations. If she had any pride, she would have been flattered, but she was a Jedi — and so had no time for such feelings.

“And of course, who is stuck with who, is a matter of opinion. Given neither of us are native to the planet, I’d say neither of can truly say we’re the one who has had someone foisted on them.”

“So, how can I help you?”

She still showed no signs of getting up, and her demeanour hadn’t changed since she’d entered into her meditation — calm, collected and above all serene. And her lips still sported that warming smile.

[member="Vili Ozouf"]

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

Harley looked at the Sith woman with a slight eyebrow raised, just even more confused by the words coming out of her mouth, "avoid a riot, yeah yeah, typical Sith practice, cause problems then say you solve them to get the people on your side and discredit the others". Such was almost common knowledge if you looked hard enough, though it was not really high on his priority list at the moment. "Though I have to ask, what do you mean make peace with the Jedi"? Among the Republic Jedi where just regular citizens that held not military or political power unless, like him, they chose to enter such a careers, as far as he knew no other Jedi was in the political aspect of the republic. Nor was he aware any major military officers on world, less any of the military officers that where force users.

[member="Kyla Asla"]

 

[WelshGuy]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5rRZdiu1UE

Kaira had come to Mon Cala, or Dac as most people called it, in order to hunt her prey. It had been discussed by many Republic folk that the Sith Empire had come to the planet to cause mayhem for the Republic. Kaira saw this as the perfect opportunity to exact her revenge, she was armed to the teeth with weapons and had her own personal armour, Kaira felt ready for another kill to gain for her collection. She would slaughter them all, it was the only way to ensure that they would never harm another soul like they ruined Kaira's life.

Wandering through the city's market area as she scanned for Sith scum, she needed to find her targets. There were meant to be plenty of Sith on the planet, however, Kaira hadn't found one yet. Instead, she was almost ready to give up until she spotted an obvious Sith lurking around the chic stores. Reaching behind her, Kaira pulled out her scattergun, moving in closer. She aims the shot at the Sith. "DIE SITH SCUM!" Kaira screamed as she pumped several shots into the Sith, tears running down her cheeks.

Her family and friends still haunted her mind.

[member="Jantar Keltainen"]

 

[Abigail Meredydd]

Abigail had silently been following her master, [member="Alexandra Feanor"] . She couldn't rely on the Force to help her traverse the world like Alex did, but her military training had gifted her with a remarkable amount stamina.

When she made it to the top, Alexandra was already there, looking over the islands. Abigail had made sure to not show herself to Alex for a while, so that her mentor wouldn't have seen her approach.

Abigail stood a few meters behind Alex and leaned against a smaller rock as she looked beside her towards the invisible. She nodded once with a grin before she held her finger in the air, pointed towards Alex and ran her finger in a circle in the air. She then nodded upwards. A set of gestures that would seem random or meaningless to anyone else, but not a second later Abigail could feel the Force shift towards Alex to fullfil its task.

It understood her.

Abigail silently observed Alex stare in the distance while it approached. Then it did it, and Alexandra's hair suddenly caught 'wind' and flew upwards and in her own face. Abigail, still standing a few meters behind Alexandra, shortly chuckled before she spoke.

"So what are we doing?"

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Island Chain, Open rockface
Enemies: None
Allies: [member="Abigail Meredydd"]

Items: Songsteel Staff, Alexandra's Sabers, Jedi Robes
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Alexandra smiled when the feeling of her student impacted hard on her skull, letting her know that Abigail was coming towards the location. She had wondered if the student would wander off but it would seem that Abigail was sticking close to her master once more. This was an interesting habit of the student, but not one that Alexandra would ever change. It almost felt like she was caring for the student a bit more than just as her master, and that made Alexandra happy to consider such a situation, even if Alexandra's current body was barely older than the student.

She let Abigail have her fun though and was honestly a bit surprised when a blast of air pushed her hair around and let it catch in her face as the 'wind' continued. She smiled, the hair hiding that smile as she reached up and carefully brushed the red strands away and setting the binoculars down beside her, next to her staff and sabers. Only then did she look over her shoulder and direct her smile at someone, the woman's gold eyes staring at Abigail and laughing a bit.

"It would seem that we have company on this little relations mission that we came to do. I am hearing reports of things going wrong and one of the other masters seems to be meeting with someone of a rather dark placement in the force. So I feel safe in suggesting that we have been greeted by some Sith today... though I am a bit disappointed one is not here with us. It would be a good learning opportunity for you to see the temperament and mindset of the Sith, so you can understand them."

Alexandra paused and moved to pat the ground to her left, the opposite side of where Alexandra's items were resting.

"Come, sit with me Abigail, I think today will be getting quite interesting, and a bit of patience will show us whether or not I am correct in my assessment of our fellow visitors." She would turn her head back forward, the robes she wore resting once more as she settled in.

 

[Onrai]

Vanessa would just go and sip some tea. That's it. Just sip some damn tea.

 

[Vili Ozouf]

That confidence, that arrogance, everything about the Jedi that sat before Vili in what appeared to be a meditation irked every fiber of his being. Memories returned, returned back to the planet of Midvinter when a group of Jedi had slaughtered his clan. They often thought themselves better than the Sith yet many were no better, willing to shed blood at a whim if it served their goal. Especially if they claimed it was for some “greater good”. Blood boiling, Vili’s mind began building a wall shutting his mind off from the outside world. A technique taught when one studied the art of Teras Kasi, one specifically created to allow those without the force a fighting chance against those who wielded its awesome power. It was slightly ironic that what was created to defeat Force Users was now being stolen and utilized by them.

There were many things the Sith could do, that he craved to do but he kept his calm for now. There was no point to simply go into a blind rage as of yet, especially when this was a time one could learn, probe the enemy, and test them. Especially if they were receptive to it. “Don’t pat yourself too hard on the back for that landing, wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself. I’ve seen better in the wild winters of Midvinter from a man lacking an eye.”

The Jedi was looking at the general view of it all, at the grand scheme of neither of them being native from the planet. “I was the one here, perhaps the only one so in essence this does make it mine and you an intruder upon my sanctum.”

Before answering the last question Vili stepped out onto the sand, his feet resting atop it his feet sinking in only slightly. “What I want from you.” Taking yet another step bringing him closer to the fire that separated them the black smoke billowing up into the air. “Is I wish for a challenge, droids only provide so much of one. The last of you I fought proved themselves worthy of their title, will you do the same?”

[member="Lilla Syrin"]

 

[Avin Starfire]

He had sat back in the crowd of citizens watching the whole blasted affair take place for a good five to ten minutes as the crowd bustled and jeered. The mon calamari and other species of the planet seemed to be almost worn out by political fatigue. Constant shifts of powers had left many of them feeling that no matter which government or people that he gave his pledge to that they would just be let down all the same. Avin would normally stand out amongst the various alien species but with his hood drawn and standing about three rows back not one of either the sith or republic had picked him out amongst the mess of shootings and discontent amounting from the now growing crowd.

He recognized Fenstermacher by the rather distinct tone of voice and slick tone that all politicians seemed to fall into, yet he knew the shock of ice-white hair and thin build of Senator Fenstermacher.

'Brilliant, another one of his so-called public relations attempts. Why didn't senators know when they were messing with the wrong people, he had no doubt in the man's ability to talk his way out of it but the Sith and even one as young and inexperienced as Avin assumed this one to be, often more irrational and only in want to satisfy their own bloodlust and addiction to power.'

Avin let his thoughts subside as he pushed further through the crowd and let his hood drop to his shoulders of the brown robe that had previously been concealing the hard features of his face. As he stepped through he allowed the veil of force to fall from around him and let his own presence be felt in its full force by the imposing acolyte that had started to parade herself up and down the landing squares. As he did so he allowed a few seconds to read her own presence as he had been taught oh so many years ago now by his renegade master. Oh for simpler times. Her dark presence seemed to lap at the moment like a wave crashing into the rocks of a coastline. There was definitely the raw and innate power that came with giving into the dark side's temptations. However, as he believed as studying the erratic behavior that often came with youth and power that the woman was likely still trying to become more notorious within her own circles. This left her dangerous.

Avin stepped clear from the crowd and allowed himself to sidle about a foot behind the politician as a deterrent to any ideas the Young sith may come up with.

He let a low sentence out to the politician in a deep but hushed tone.

"Senator, this situation may escalate if it is not resolved through discourse."

Avin let his arm fall back under his larger brown robe and grasp the silver hilt of his saber-staff.

[member='Kyla Asla']

 

[Abigail Meredydd]

Abigail looked towards the smiling [member="Alexandra Feanor"] .

"I mean, I've followed some lessons about Sith back at the old facility, but....," she paused as she took a few seconds to recall those lessons," it wasn't much I guess."

"Although I have to admit, I'm fine with the fact that there's no Sith here to bother us at the moment", she admitted with a smile.

And with her smile still on her face, Abigail sat down beside her master. She sighed as she thought about what Alex had just told her. "Jokes aside, all of this doesn't sound too good in my opinion. It's an odd and unwelcome coincidence that the Sith are here with us today", she said as she looked away, admiring the view before she returned her gaze towards Alexandra. "I understand this whole mission is likely to escalate pretty soon then. What do you want me to do? Should I scout ahead? Want me to back someone up? Or do you want to stay together? Just say what I need to do and I'll be on it."

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Island Chain, Open rockface
Enemies: None
Allies: [member="Abigail Meredydd"]

Items: Songsteel Staff, Alexandra's Sabers, Jedi Robes
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Alexandra smiled as her student took her place next to Alexandra and grinned as the wind rolled off the water and over the rock face that she sat on the lip of.

"Sith are an odd sort, and take that from someone that knows that all too well. Some seem to find pleasure in nothing more than causing death and suffering, while others like I had once done, seek only knowledge. Each have their own goals and yet their means pervert those goals to their darkest extremes. I once did so myself and am in no way proud of my former life for that fact Abigail..." Alexandra was blatantly honest with her student, but did not smiling as her eyes came to look at the young woman.

"But I can promise you this, you will be fine today even if a dozen sith showed themselves to us. After all they have a tendency to fight among eachother if given the right reason." She laughed a bit and looked back out over the water, waiting to see what might change about this entire situation before them.

"I suggest you stay with me though, especially considering some of the presences I can sense. One of them in particular is rather troublesome and I would prefer to have you with me, just in case Abigail." Alexandra smiled a bit more and leaned back, laying on her back and putting her hands behind her head.

"Do you have any questions on how to deal with a Sith if one does appear to us?"

 

[Lilla Syrin]

Lilla was calm – she always was. Calm and patient. Was it infuriating? No doubt to some it was. There was no arrogance attached, anyone who knew her understood that – it simply reflected her faith in the Force and her pragmatic view of the galaxy – what will be will be. But she could understand why some found her confidence annoying.

And the young man in front of her could definitely be counted on that list.

“Pride is not a Jedi trait,” Lilla countered. “So, my words were merely to explain the situation, not claim any quality of piloting skills. In truth, I am average at best. But it was, all in all, a tidy landing.”

Lilla smiled. “We won’t get into semantics about who was here first, suffice to say I landed only because I had to – and, given either of us are natives – we are both guests. Albeit you did, quite accurately, arrive ahead of me.”

She listened to the rest of his words. His demeanour suggested he wished to fight, but the Force was not giving her too strong a warning just yet. Perhaps he wanted to goad her? Or try some Dun Möch? Either way, she was a Jedi – and to fight was always a last resort.

“A challenge?” she said, the smile never leaving her lips, and her body showing no signs of reaction to the potential threat. “Live a good life and protect the weak. That would be a challenge for you, no?”

[member="Vili Ozouf"]

 

[Jantar Keltainen]

Jantar found most of the stalls uninteresting. There was the usual mix of tourist paraphernalia and a healthy sprinkling of local wares – but none would adorn either her body – or the walls of her apartment on Coruscant.

Which was when she spotted it – it was a shop that sported an awning, so it fitted in with the whole market vibe, but gave the air of something more permanent. And the smell of leather reached her nose from this distance. Real leather, no doubt hand-crafted leather. And judging by the goods on display, it was on the expensive side. Which was no doubt why she could see the display from this distance – the average passer-by…well, they passed on by once they saw the prices.

Jantar hoped they had some appropriate leather for a pair of boots – or even a new belt. Something aquatic and local would be a boost to take away from might prove a fruitless journey.

It was at this point that her Force related sixth-sense kicked in. Danger! It wasn’t a subtle warning, it never was – but it was entirely effective.

She cartwheeled to her left as she heard the shots fired. There was no need for any Force-enhanced shenanigans, she could move quickly enough without.

Well, almost quickly enough – as she felt something graze the inside of her thigh as she tumbled to safety. For some, the pain would be a handicap – but Jantar had been taught to use the discomfort as a plus, to allow it to focus her connection to the Force. So, despite being a pair of new pants down on the deal, she had a broad grin on her face as she turned to face her attacker.

“I am unsure what made you believe I was Sith. I refute the title ‘scum’ and I refuse to die. Now, put that thing down or I’ll be forced to take action.”

[member="Kaira Chuth'ollo"]

 

[Onrai]

Vanessa would continue to sip her tea. She would then wait for it to be refilled before eventually sipping more of it.

 

[Abigail Meredydd]

Abigail carefully listened to her master talk about the Sith, and surprisingly, her own time among them. Even though Alex was always open about that time, Abigail had never truly asked about it. Sometime, sometime soon she would.

"Then I'll stay with you, that's fine by me. I don't mind this view we got here anyway" , she said as she stared away.

Abigail tilted her bead as she moved a bit to look at [member="Alexandra Feanor"] , who now lied next to her . The sight of her master relaxing and smiling made Abigail crack a smile as well.

"Well, I really don't know much about them beside the basic stuff I guess. The most things I know about them is when to shoot and when not to shoot, but, I'm not really in a trooper squadron anymore now am I", she chuckled. "So as far as questions would go, I think it would be useful if you could give me a quick few tips should one of them reveal themself to us."

Then she looked back towards the horizon. "They don't have some secret weak spot by any chance do they? Maybe something like them beeing unable to see us if we don't move"
She slightly chuckled at her own comment before she glanced back at Alex.

"Do you think we will succeed here?", she asked suddenly in a serious and concerned tone.

 

[Vili Ozouf]

Arms uncrossing Vili’s eyes glancing up to the sky for a split second the acolyte raising an eye to shield his eyes simply stared up. Aggressions against the Jedi were supposed to come second, at least on this mission. Though currently, Vili cared not for whatever imperative the Sith held, he was bred for combat, to fight and that urge made his skin crawl with anticipation. That look to the sky was nothing more than a ploy to allow the Valkyri’s eyes to scan the beach, examining their surroundings taking in what could possibly be used as a distraction or even weaponry.

“Protecting the weak? Those who can’t defend themselves don’t deserve to live, they are not but tools to be used to further those strong enough to claim what is rightfully theirs.” Memories flashed through Vili’s mind, of his youth, of his adventures with the rest of the Ozouf clan, the raids that made them infamous across Midvinter. “We do not sow.” Vili whispered beneath his breath as his head lowered left hand lowering itself to the hilt of Sol, his right hovering near Mani. Shoulders leaning slightly forward, right foot sliding back Vili stretched out with the force.

That tendril of energy Vili released reached out snatching a random flat stone from the sand, it was as big around as his palm, pulling on it Vili turned what was once a harmless stone into a projectile aimed at the sitting Jedi’s back. Right foot stepping forward both hands now seizing the axes on his hip Vili drew them. There was the faint whistling of air as the blades were drawn the one in the left hand drawn back, his right hand forward as the Jedi moved forward rushing Lilla. Each step Vili’s feet dug into the sand kicking it up, his thick calves and associated muscles easily propelling him across the ground. Nostrils flared, blonde hair pulled back Vili looked every bit the Valkyri warrior he was. His cerulean eyes glowed with ambition, anger, and most of all bloodlust.

[member="Lilla Syrin"]

 

[Lilla Syrin]

The Sith was either unsure of his next actions – or delaying, for reasons unknown. Perhaps he was simply weighing up his options? Lilla did not mind what the reason for his initial pause – she could wait – where else could she go?

“If those that can’t protect themselves don’t deserve to live, how come so many Sith have children? Surely your doctrine would mean they would be killed at birth? It is what most sayings are – a generalisation without substance. There are more exceptions than fit your rule. The scientists that designed the ship that brought you here. The engineers that built it. The list is endless.”

“Does that make them tools? Babies? Really? No, you are selective in the application of your approach. And besides, if the galaxy consisted of just Sith, you’d turn on each other. Hardly the recipe for success. For what is rightfully anyone’s?”

“But I did not crash here to toy with you, or anger you. You merely posed the fact you wanted a challenge, and I responded with what would clearly be one, given your answer. And judging by that response, it is way too difficult for you. So be it.”

Lilla sensed his connection to the Force and now the same source of energy warned her – and guided her. For Lilla trusted the Force. Implicitly. Entirely. She entered Center of Being. She had no intention to harm the young man, but she would defend herself – or rather allow the Force to defend her.

She leaped from a sitting position, her body arcing backwards as she performed a somersault with a twist, landing facing the young man – but a few metres behind her previous position.

The stone aimed at her back? It would now be in a direct line to impact on the dark-sider who was advancing towards her at pace.

And as she landed, her saber was drawn and activated with a snap-hiss. She didn’t want to use it, but would do so if she needed to.

[member="Vili Ozouf"]

 

[Vili Ozouf]

With that simple action the battle had begun, the flaw of the Jedi was not in a lack of skill or power. No, their weakness lied in how they wielded that power, the way they utilized it. They lacked not the potential but the ambition to seize what lay there for the taking. It was their downfall, it was why every bastion of light was toppled one by one. The woman hadn’t responded to an attack instead deciding to flip over it leaving Vili in its path. A tactic that may have seemed sound, or even cunning yet something the Sith had already planned for.

A counter-clockwise twist of his right wrist, elbow extended outwards, Vili brought the head of Mani up to protect his chest, the blade at an angle. Hitting the ax the rock reflected up off the angle over Vili’s right shoulder, the wind whistling past the Sith as he continued forward his movement never stopping. Clearing the distance between him and the Jedi, Vili’s eyes dilated slightly, the adrenaline pumping through his body far more satisfying than any spice, liquor or even sex.

The fabled Jedi lightsaber was certainly something that they took pride in, perhaps even deserved it due to their reputations with the weapons. But they were naught but a weightless blade whereas Sol and Mani were alchemized axes. Ax’s that possessed a great deal of weight and were being wielded by a mountain of a man. Knees slightly bent, legs about shoulder-width apart the true offensive began. Vili’s left leg moved forward, knee still slightly bent the tip of his toes pointing to the right. His right drawn back in a similar position. Left arm swinging inwards the head of Sol was aimed directly at the Jedi’s rib cage. The weighted head of the ax enough to cleave through just as many materials as any saber but possessing a kinetic force far exceeding them.

[member="Lilla Syrin"]

 

[Rasul]

DAC​

852 ABY - The Fate of Light and Dark​

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Post: #1
Location: Island Chain Alpha Shore
​Objective: Reach the Rendezvous Point
Enemies: None
Allies: Republican Remnant

Items: Lucian's Lightsaber | Jedi Jumpsuit

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Query: what is very loud, flashes red, and causes heart palpitations? If you answered anything other than the blaring sound "WARNING, ENGINE DAMAGE CRITICAL" then you would very wrong. The Ariel had landed well enough, at-least so Lucian thought. It had been almost a millennia since he piloted anything with more than two wheels and in that time it seemed as though the Jedi Master had lost his grips on the controls. Her landing site may have been bit rocky; but what part of Dac wasn't? Regardless, although the pair had only just become recently antiquated: it seemed that their short term relationship would have to be cut even shorter, at-least for the time being.

The Jedi wrapped his arm around the emergency stop lever, gave a hard tug, and with that: the alarms ceased and the engine cooled to a halt. His heart was still beating quite heavily: but Master Lanzinger couldn't help but laugh at himself, if not just out of fear. "If we have to do that again this year: it'll be far too soon."

He rose from the chair and peered out among the landscape. There was not the slightest sign of life and it seemed as though the Jedi had missed the rendezvous point by more than a few leagues. This time; he sighed out of frustration, then fell back into the chair. His pale green eyes flicked up and attempted to scan the horizon once again; perhaps there would be something, anything, that would re-orientate and determine the direction the ancient Master would have to take. Then, perhaps as only but a play of the eyes, Lucian witnessed some very large shape quite literally propel themselves from the sky and smash just along the shoreline just a league ahead. A tight smile began to form on his face; At least it's something to go on, he thought.

Lucian leaned over the side of the chair and retrieved the holocommunicator from his pouch, tapped a button on the side and waited for some sort of response from the other side. If there was anyone who had some sort of idea about the state of the Rendezvous it would be Grandmaster Feanor. Grandmaster was a slight stretch: the girl couldn't have been more than twenty and was nominated by a group of Jedi who were hardly older than Lucian was when he was knighted. He tapped the communicator once more: "Calling Master Faenor; this is Master Lanzinger, currently stranded somewhere among the shoreline of this desolate island chain. I'm just curious if the rendezvous point is to remain the same as I just witnessed what I can only presume to be a very small starship fall out of the atmosphere and crash nose first in the shoreline. Please advise."

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[WelshGuy]

Kaira laughed out loud at the Sith's comment on not being scum and refusing to die. Kaira pumped her scattergun again and took aim once more. "All Sith are scum, and they will all die to my wrath!" Kaira didn't care that people were now in panic, running around as she took another shot at the Sith. Taking several shots, over and over again until she ran out of ammo. Placing the gun away, she grabbed her vibroblade and prepared herself for the fight she had started with the Sith.

"I can tell you were a Sith because you have an air that is toxic, tainted by your evil powers and you have an air of superiority as well. Like Sith are better than the rest of us." Kaira growled darkly as she jumped in the air, boosted by her microrepulsors as she slashed at the Sith while shouting a warcry at the top of her voice as she swung wildly in anger.

[member="Jantar Keltainen"]

 

[Jantar Keltainen]

Jantar was a Sith from an age when there was a perceived natural order – but actions reflected a need. Those that were not worthy did not deserve to live – but that did not mean that every non-Sith had to die.

Most served a purpose – and equally, their death had to serve some objective. That was how it had been taught to her. And therefore, how she lived her life. Being a Sith was not all about evil lairs, even more evil cackles and yet more malevolent machinations.

Self-preservation was, according to the rulebook Jantar lived by, a worthy reason to kill. She would consider the deaths of casual bystanders as irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, but she would prefer the shop she was standing near not to be touched – she still hankered after those new boots.

She jumped and dived about – this time her acrobatics fuelled by the Force, as she accessed the dark-side to aid her exploits. It was enough to avoid further blood-loss as the first wound pulsed and throbbed a delicious pain that helped her focus on the dark-side.

By the time the scatter-gun was spent of cartridges, Jantar had slipped off her cloak and had her saber in her hand – the twin blades now activated and the weapon spinning faster and faster in her hands as she set up a defensive stance – and then deflected the first incoming slash of the vibroblade.

“To a bystander,” she said, “It would be hard to pick me out as the Sith in this little dance. You’re doing a far better job of being evil than I ever could.”

[member="Kaira Chuth'ollo"]