Private The Good Witch

[Kalanda Tishire]

Location: Ryloth, Desolate Forest

Hypertension, anxiety, irritability, night terrors. It was all symptomatic of ptsd. She had obtained second degree burns, lacerations to the neck and shoulder, and some level of damage to her mental faculties. One moment the crone was there, then she was gone. Had she killed her mother? If so, why hadn't she felt the woman's presence leave. If not, why hadn't her mother struck at her? She hadn't slept in days, too afraid to close her eyes, her ears and mind were too busy toying with her. She had retreated here, nursed her injuries to what she was able to, and kept herself confined to this remote place. She had spotted locals, or perhaps spies for her mother, near her but a small display of power sent them on their way. She was alone now, tormented by memories of her past, unable to mend her present, and felt compelled that this existence was to make out her future.

Whenever she finally gave way to sleep, she found herself tormented by the old memories. Lessons from her mother, the tortures that she was inflicted upon time and time again, and along with the violent stirring from sleep came with it the screams and rage. She had lost count of how long she had been here, her mind had been so wound up and tired she could hardly think straight at times. She just knew as long as she stayed awake, she would be safe.

Unfortunately for Kala, rumor had spread of an angry spirit occupying a destroyed CIS ship from a centuries old war, with villagers seeking aid from someone strong enough to drive out the spirit.


Cadere

 

[Cadere]

After having the same dream over the past few nights, the young Jedi Knight had eventually determined that these weren't just recurring dreams - it was the Force telling him something, showing him where he had to go right now. Seeing flashing images of a desolate ship, which he believed to be a CIS model. Plagued by the events of his encounter with the Sith Lord Darth Insatious, the Kiffar Knight knew he needed to avert himself from dwelling on it too much, maybe this was it.

Following some research, investigating the flora surrounding the area in his vision and determining they were Rylothian in nature; Cas Tynen began his journey to Ryloth in his Phenex starfighter, accompanied by his astromech BB-5. He still wasn't sure what he was being drawn to the Twi'lek home planet for but he was certain it was important, otherwise he wouldn't have foreseen it.

Nearing the planet's entry, the Cas switched the starfighter's controls to manual and closed his eyes before raising his shoulders as he inhaled deeply. Interlacing his fingers around the starfighter's control wheel, he opened himself up to the Light side of the Force and channelled it through him, allowing it to guide his hand as he made his descent onto Ryloth below. Working in unison with the Force, he followed his instincts on where he needed to land on the planet. His instincts ushered him toward a deserted forest and after a relatively short journey, Cas had felt the urge to land. Opening his eyes, he looked out of the canopy to see he was hovering above a large tree clearing.

After landing and exiting the starfighter's cockpit, almost immediately he sensed another presence close by - the Dark side. Unclipping his lightsaber, he left it deactivated but held it close to him, was this what the vision was about? Was he supposed to clear or rectify some dark presence in these forests? Unsure of where to go next, he continued to follow his instincts as he wandered the forest.

Kalanda Tishire

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

The low roar of...something stirred Kala from her thoughts. Her mind went towards assassins, her mother had brought more of her pawns, they were going to try and take her back again. But it was only one presence she felt; one she hadn't felt before. She stood a tad confused, her mind grappling with who would have come for her. Was...it possible Amur had come to find her? Had she wanted to take her back after everything? If that was so, why couldn't she sense Amur? Had...the woman truly forgotten her?

"I... I never met someone willing to give so much for me. I don't know how to thank you. I'll find a way to make this up to you, for everything."

The words seemed to be from a different life, as Kalanda could almost hear the woman's voice once again. "Amur, why did you have to leave me..." She muttered to herself, curling herself tightly into the corner of her makeshift room. The abdondoned captain quaters of the strange ship was still usable as a room to the blind woman; not that the darkness bothered her after all. "I'm sorry." One of the corners responded back, carrying the voice of the woman she dared to fall for. Why had she said she was sorry? Initially it had confused the witch. She had reasoned it was Amur's dedication to Sith beliefs that had spurred the decision. But...was that all it was? That was when the doubts started to creep in. She turned you over to mother. She wanted to be free of you. Kalanda winced, shaking off the thoughts that clawed at her mind. Kalanda fought back, waging a mental battle against her tired mind. No, Amur loves me. She wouldn't do that. She was just scared. It seemed to work, as her mind coiled for a bit, but it was short lived. Yes, and what better way to be free of you? The voice of Akelia spoke now, a shadow form moved towards her, a shimmer in her sight with the force, a wavy figure that had to be her mother in disguise. "Everyone leaves you Kalanda. It's because of how desperate you are." The shadow lunged, it's form reaching for the witch. "NO!" Kalanda lashed out, throwing her hands forward, conjuring what power she could muster. Green lighting flashed from her finger tips, stabbing through the apparition of her mind and tearing a hole through the ship and into the wilds outside. The lighting soared into the sky, broadcast the outburst to any who could see it The roar of thunder sounded in it's wake, a deafening crack in the air, that drowned out the sobs that came from the woman who had produced it. "Amur why did you leave me ..."

Cadere

 

[Cadere]

"What am I even doin' here." he muttered to himself - was the Force capable of a sense of humor or what? Was this some elaborate plan to get him out of his room instead of wallowing in his guilt? Yeah, right, Cas had an ego but he knew the Cosmic Force didn't care about him enough to do that. It had been about twenty minutes of the Kiffar endlessly wandering the forest with no sense of direction, he grew increasingly frustrated with every minute that passed.

Cas flinched and his eyes narrowed toward the sky as he saw green electricity shoot up toward the azure. His lips parted as the Jedi mouthed What the--? To himself, although, the corners of his lips quirked into a smile - now he knew that he definitely needed to be here for a reason. Tightening his grip around his lightsaber, he sprinted toward the location of where the green electricity had come from. Cas couldn't help but think that it reminded him of Nightsister magick, the electricity, only he hoped it wasn't. Dathomirians were the last thing he wanted to deal with right now, he desperately wanted something easy to handle right now.

The Jedi skidded to a halt once he saw the desolate ship come into view. It was the one from his dream, the exact same one. Okay, this wasn't a total waste of time - he also noticed that now he was outside of the CIS ship, the presence he felt earlier only grew stronger... all the evidence began to point that this was a Nightsister he was dealing with. Slouching his shoulders, Cas hung his head low and let out a defeated groan before igniting his lightsaber and heading inside a destroyed part of the ship that served as an entry point.

Holding his lightsaber high and in front of him, it created an amber glow that would guide him inside the pitch black interior of the ship as he trailed deeper inside. The eerie and deafening silence, only countered by the comforting humming of his lightsaber, made Cas uneasy slightly - following his encounter with Insatious, he was still rather on edge. Worst of all, he still didn't know what he was here for.

Kalanda Tishire

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

The presence was growing closer, she couldn't ignore it anymore. Rising to her feet, tears still ran down the witches face as she left the confines of her quarters. Her black clothing was torn, her saber dangled on her side, and walked with a cautionary look as she inspected the halls of the ship with her empty eyes, looking for the pulses that would hint towards her intruder. Wanting to ensure this wasn't another local, Kalanda gathered her strength, channeling the power to her throat as she released a haunting message:

"LEAVE!"

The voice echoed out through the force, sending a tremor through the force, hoping to spook anyone that might have taught themselves strong enough to contest her. Feeling that the intruder wasn't willing to depart, Kalanda knew she would need to step up her tactics; or at least confirm this intruder wasn't one of her mother's assassins. She had no idea who she was dealing with, only knowing they were a trained and focused force presence. Feeling where her scream had reached, Kalanda focused on the disturbance in her scream, feeling the presence that was within. It was cautious, alert, but it did not appear to be one of her mothers' killers at first. A closer look would be needed. 'It's a trick, kill them.' The voice at the back of her head screamed out, bringing Kalanda to a halt as she held the side of her head. The flashes of a warning screamed in her ears, telling her she was in danger, though she couldn't see it. 'No, don't. Maybe he can help.' Her more sensible side reasoned, trying to fight back against the sensations of anxieties that weighed down on her. 'If they don't kill you first.' The voice shot back, as the paranoia began to wane, and the warning along with it. A sense of reason began to take over, as Kalanda felt as if a veil had been lifted from her eyes. 'Mother thinks she can trick you, it's just an illusion. Look into this one, and you will see it.' The voice prodded, almost winning the witch over. 'No, you aren't in the right frame of mind. He can help us, he can make this better.' She shook her head, dropping to her knees in the dark hallway. She felt like she was tearing herself in two. She couldn't make up her mind here and now, it was too much to focus on. She would need to hurry this meet up, and distinguish it for herself.

Focusing on the presence, Kalanda allowed the force to whisk her away, appearing a dozen feet behind the jedi, her form being revealed by the blade of the knight as she sat upon the floor. She glanced up to the man, least it seemed to be a man, her platinum colored hair hanged in front of her face, her eyes and mind weary and tired from fatigue. When she spoke, her voice was weak, as her mind began to play tricks with her. Was she seeing a jedi, or man wrapped in shadows. 'It's a trick, look, see how it faulters?' The paranoia demanded, though the witch couldn't be sure. In truth, Kalanda struggled to keep her eyes open, as she was veering on exhaustion from the amount of power she was burning off. Struggling, she rose to her feet, her presence more than likely felt by the jedi as she did so. She didn't want to hurt anyone, but it seemed so real that this one might have served her mother, might have sought to harm her. With green lightning cackling across her hands, Kalanda straightened, looking to Cas with faltering eyelids. "Why are you here? What do you want from me?" She inquired, trying to keep her voice strong, though it came out as weak and tired. She would need to sleep once this was done.
Cadere

 

[Cadere]

Nightsister magick made him fearful, all of that raw Dark side swarming the area - after stepping so close to completely falling to it not that long prior, he needed to be cautious. As of right now, Cas Tynen was more vulnerable to the Dark side's allure than ever before. But for every anxious thought that told him to turn away, an even more dominant thought told him to go near - he just wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad thing.

A chill ran down his spine as his body locked into place, he heard a voice, it told him to leave. What was it? A person? Some kind of spirit? Cas took a deep breath before steeling himself, focusing on the Light side of the Force, surrounding himself with it and channelling it inside of him, the Jedi Knight took one slow but affirming step before continuing further. Trailing further and further into the dark abyss that was the ship's interior, Cas felt himself grow colder - he was getting closer to whatever it was that was in here with him. He couldn't help but think that maybe this was some sort of test by the Cosmic Force, maybe this ship was some sort of Dark side vergence and it was assessing the troubled Knight's will and devotion to the Light side.

Then he saw her, a platinum haired woman on her knees and still as a statue. Cas stopped in place and inquisitively scanned her with his brown eyes, lips parted in confusion at what he was seeing - was this it? Was this what the Cosmic Force had brought him to? Why? His body then jerked when he saw her move and he stepped back slightly. The Dark side and the Force in general was strong with her, but it felt wild... uncontrolled - like she had... lost something? The woman asked him what he wanted from her.

Although he didn't feel like himself lately, he couldn't display his inner conflict and guilt - shutting himself off and placing feign positive emotions at his forefront through the Force Cas formed a fake, confident smirk "Was hoping you could tell me that, Shades." he answered vaguely, keeping a close eye on her flickering hands "I dreamt of this place, felt the urge to come here, and here I find you... all pathetic looking." he quipped. Cas was still unsure if this was a vergence and the woman in front of him was nothing but an illusion, a dark illusion he'd had to overcome or something cathartic like that.

Kalanda Tishire

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

Her attempt to scare him away fell flat, as the intruder seemed defiant to stay his ground. Oh well. At least he seemed nice, or pretended to be nice. Her gaze didn't detect any change in the man however, no flicker in his aura to signal he was being deceitful. Yet, at the same time Kalanda was tired. He called her 'Shades', a rather strange name to issue her, but then again she still wore her glasses over her eyes. Perhaps it was a bit peculiar, after all he didn't know she was blind. The green lightning vanished, being dismissed by the witch as she felt the man was just as lost as her. She moved to take the glasses off, though she would reveal her yellow eyes to the man, she didn't want to fight him. He is fooling you, can't you see? No, no he isn't. He is lost, just like you. Give him a chance. The two voices only added to her turmoil, driving the witch into a bit of a conundrum. Was she imaging things again? Was this man even real? If he was, was he an agent for her mother? It made her head hurt even more.

He had seemed so nice so far, her guard was almost dropped. Then he said it, that word, the one her mother used so often. 'Pathetic'. Kalanda froze, her fingers still wrapped around the frame of her glasses. Her hand trembled, memories of her earlier life stirred within, and she felt that anger from before rising back to the surface. Closing her eyes, Kalanda rose, removing the glasses from their place on her face, she let them fall. This was just another one of her mothers servants. She didn't think Akelia had any control over jedi, but her mother had always been crafty. He had been foolish not to strike first, an error she wouldn't make. She could only hope he wasn't real. She didn't want to hurt anyone. She was so tired of hurting people. "I can't tell you why you are here. I can only hope you aren't real." The glasses struck the ground, clattering and echoing off the walls. Green ichor began to burn around the woman's hands, as the form of the witch began to float, only a few millimeters off the floor. She spoke the incantations, her body now alight with green fire, as she brought her hands together, commanding the powers at work to move her away from the intruder, though she left him a parting gift as she did so.

"Fiisos fiisee, mireth miree, ta I'shuree rairnavt dene res vatyole felu!" ("Water drown, fire burn, from my wraith let the ichor endure!") Muttering the incantations of Dathomir, Kalanda let loose green lightning from her hands, the blasts were wild though, her mind not focused for this level of spell. The blasts collided with the walls, bouncing off the old plates, and would nearly strike the jedi, though he would be able to deflect anything that came close to him.





Cadere

 

[Cadere]

Cas continuing eyeing this woman, still puzzled as to what was even happening. However, after he called her 'pathetic' Cas didn't need to be Force-sensitive to know that the energy of whatever room they were in had shifted and changed immediately. Stepping back again slightly as she stood up, Cas was dumbfounded at what was happening, all he knew right now was that this wasn't anything good.

His arm stayed raised as his lightsaber shined light on the woman as she took of her shades, he noticed her Ichor surround her hands which confirmed that she was a Nightsister... or at least had some training. The Kiffar's face turned serious as he lowered his lightsaber, clasping its hilt with both hands and assumed a combat stance - "Oh yeah, that wasn't at all threatening - he said sarcastically." quipping at her threat, only to gasp at her moving away.

The Jedi Knight wouldn't have long to process what had just happened as she sent sickly green lightening in his direction. They were poorly aimed, as Cas swiftly deflected the bolts that had luckily managed to get near him "All this because I said you looked pathetic? It wasn't even a dis, lady! It was an observation!" he called out, quickly realising this probably made things worse.

Cas was faced with another issue, it was too dark in here - he couldn't see where he was going or even where she was aside from the few green bolts that lit up near her as she hurled them at him. Outstretching his arms in opposite directions, Cas spun round slightly as he expelled a small, but powerful wave of telekinetic energy, hoping it'd reach the platinum haired woman. Following this attack, Cas quickly bolted to the ship's metal walls before plunging his lightsaber through it and carving through it in a broad circular motion. His goal was to get out into the open, or at the very least shed some much needed light in here.

Kalanda Tishire

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

She had launched her attack and was withdrawing, and yet this all felt wrong to the witch. Stop, apologize, he isn't looking to hurt you. The voice demanded, as he retreat slowed, her head growing heavy and her eyelids flickering closed. She just wanted to stop. She wanted to stop feeling scared, to stop feeling angry. She just wanted Amur to hold her, and to go back to how things used to be. But she couldn't get that here. Look at what you've done to yourself. She was attacking people just for thinking they might be after her, she was trying to hurt people for her own gain, not even to protect those she cared about. That wasn't her, that had never been her. What have I done? Kalanda thought, bringing herself to a stop, as she was intent on surrendering to the consequences of her actions. Or at least that was the intent.

The wave struck her, knocking her up and into the air, and causing her to strike her head against one of the support struts. Her consciousnesses left her, and Kalanda fell to the floor, seemingly unconscious from the blow. She only caught glimpses of what awaited her, as her vision spiraled into chaos, her hands lashed about wildly trying to slow the fall, but it had all happened so quickly, there wasn't time. Striking the floor, a dull 'thud' echoed through the halls of the ship. Kalanda's saber snapped loose at the impact, rolling across the floor, coming to a stop several feet away from her. Consciousness began to trickle back to her, but by then Cas would have already been on her. She had no more strength to run, barely any for words, and truth be told she just didn't care anymore. She had lost so much, what else was she holding on to now? "I'm sorry." She muttered repeatedly, her eyes closed as she just wanted to slip away be it death or sleep, she was willing to take either one right now.

Cadere

 

[Cadere]

Throughout the entire squabble, Cas could sense the conflict within her and if he was honest, this was probably why he hadn't been subjected to awful Nightsister magick yet. As he finally created a big enough hole through the side of the ship's metal wall, he heard a thud echo throughout the room. With some light shining inside the interior, he could make out what had happened - the platinum hair woman fell, probably as a result of the Force wave.

Lightsaber still activated and humming, he approached the woman ready to end this fight by knocking her out but he stopped when he heard her meekly apologised. Pity swayed his judgement and, luckily, he wouldn't need to knock her out as she fell unconscious herself. The Knight let out a long, tired sigh - he wasn't physically tired, just drained from today's events and it was only the start, really.

The Knight turned toward the Cas sized hole with sun shining through, before facing the woman again. His pity continued to grow, and he knew he couldn't just leave her inside here. Kneeling down, before lifting her up into his arms he noticed her saber hilt not too far from her. Outstretching his arm, the Knight summoned the hilt into his palm and attached it to his belt, for the time being, following that Cas lifted her into his arms and began making his way toward the light outside.

It took a moment for Cas' eyes to adjust to the bright daylight outside, especially after being in that near-pitch black ship for so long. Honestly, he had no idea what to do or where to take this woman, right now he just found himself wandering aimlessly through Ryloth's forest. If Cas didn't know what to do with himself before encountering the platinum haired woman, it only got worse "It's a cosmic joke at this point, all the women I meet are nuts." he said, sighing to himself "Is it so hard to just... I don't know... meet a nice woman, fall in love, have kids, all that noise." Cas continued, right now talking to himself was his only comfort.

Kalanda Tishire

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

Kala's head hurt, and she felt really tired, but she was pretty sure that wasn't her voice talking. No, it was the nice man who had stumbled upon her, but why was he talking to himself? As sense returned to her, she could feel his arms holding her, carrying her, though her hands were not bound. He wasn't taking her captive, so that was good, but what was going on? Truth be told, she had gone past the point of trying to figure it out. "You will someday, don't give up. Girls like nice guys, I think." She muttered, hearing the man's lament, just as the first threads of sunlight could be felt on her face. Keeping her eyes closed, Kalanda relaxed, her muscles unwinding, though they ached to high heaven as a result. "I'm sorry I attacked you. I thought you were with my mother." She muttered, trying to think of how to fix this situation, but she could come up with nothing. Maybe some heart to heart talking would do the trick. "She's not a nice person, very good with illusions. I just," She paused, feeling that explaining would just make the situation worse. "I'm sorry." She repeated, though the words made her think of her special someone; Amur.

"Did you lose someone you love recently? You sound sad." She questioned, her eyes opening ever so slightly to gaze at the man, as he carried her to parts unknown. She would have offered to walk, but Kala wasn't sure if her legs could support her truth be told. She just hoped it wasn't too much of a burden on the jedi. "I did, that's why I asked. It's...sorta why I'm here." She explained, though she reasoned the man didn't care about why she was here. She was just thankful he hadn't killed her when he could have.

Cadere

 

[Cadere]

Hearing the woman's voice speak up again brought him both relief and a little embarrassment, as she had heard everything he just said. "You don't even know who I am." Cas rebuffed, turning his head away slightly - who even was he? For years he'd been so sure but he had no idea now. Sure, he was recovering from it but he couldn't forget what happened. Being called 'nice' was a sore topic right now.

The woman began explaining why she attacked him, eventually turning into rambling. He watched her with a bit of confusion before responding with a quick quip "And here I thought my mom was bad." leading to a half-joke half-true statement "You wouldn't be the first to attack me over a misunderstanding. It's okay." he reassured her, it was becoming a trend at this point.

Then her eyes opened slightly, as she asked him another question - a personal one. Shaking his head, Cas responded calmly "I wish it was that simple." he refuted. "What, someone broke your heart? He must've been pretty special for you to be like this." the Kiffar said, unconsciously dissing the woman which led him to another question "Any idea where the nearest town is? No offence, you look like you're a mess and in need of some care." Cas stated, looking straight ahead - luckily for him, his Jedi training kept him fit and he wasn't showing any signs of fatigue yet but... if they carried on for any longer, he'd begin to.

Slightly bored, the Jedi decided to pry as a way to pass the time "Must've been a pretty bad breakup to make you wig out like this."

Kalanda Tishire

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

He wasn't wrong, she didn't know who he was, but she could see the machinery within him. He was going through a hard time, the tremors in the force indicated there was stress and a variety of factors causing turmoil for him. But past it all, he wasn't bad. Kinda like her Murmur. The thought brought with it a bit of sadness, though Kalanda said nothing of it for now. "I might be blind, but I see more than most people." She tapped at Cas' chest once, as to make her point. "You have a good heart, but your conflicted. And that's okay. Everyone struggles with identity at times, you just have to work at it. I have faith in you."

Hearing that Cas belived his mother was terrible brought a bit of life into Kala, as she jumped up for a moment to make a statement on it. "I hope your mother is nothing like mine. That would be dreadful!" She exclaimed, though Kalanda figured he was making a joke. She certainly hoped he did, or there was a serious issue with mothers out there in the galaxy. Though it did make her wonder what a mother was supposed to be like.

It was amusing that he believed Amur to he a man, but then again he had no way of knowing. "She, but...yes, she is." Kalanda corrected, her gaze faltering as she closed her eyes again. She could almost see Amur if she focused, but even the image she had preserved in her mind paled compared to the actual one. "I miss her."

His acceptance of her attack didn't make her feel any better, but then again what could she really do? Wasn't a way to bake an apology cake in the middle of the woods. "Still, I'm not happy with myself. I could have hurt you severely. I need to make amends." After pausing, Kalanda figured she would bake him something when she got home. "Do you like cake? I can bake really good. I'd like you make you something. As an apology."

Her thoughts went back to Amur, after all, the last thing she has made for the Sith were those croissants. Though she still hadn't heard from the woman since. It saddened a great deal in fact. "We got in a fight, a dangerous fight. I nearly lost my arm. I think it scared her, that she felt she couldn't protect me, and that I couldn't hold my own. She said she was hurt before, but someone she loved dearly, and....I think that's why she left. She's scared of feeling that loss." Kalanda rationalized it, not exactly being helpful as Cas was asking how to get them to a town. Though to Kalanda it was simple, they could just teleport there. "I can get us out of here if you wish, I'd like to repay you for your kindness. Though I ask you not worry about me, I can tend to myself. I just..." She stopped, her mind having derailed due to fatigue, though after a few moments it reconnected. "I just need to rest on my ship. Do you want to come with me?" She offered to Cas, unsure if he would accept, not that she blamed him. She had just tried to kill him moments ago.

Cadere

 

[Cadere]

Cas scoffed, snickering mockingly at Kalanda's analysis on him. Call it humility or self-loathing, but the young Knight didn't agree with her belief and, in fact, resented it. He wanted scold her, ask her how she even came to the conclusion, or to simply mind her business... but he couldn't. He simply sighed and muttered "Maybe." to her.

Her statement about being blind made him curious, even more so what she said about "seeing more than most". The Jedi had heard of a race of blind Force-sensitives, the Miraluka, could she belong to them?

Kalanda revealed that the person that broke her heart was actually a she, "Oh." Cas said nonchalantly before pausing for a few seconds "OH." he repeated with a higher pitched tone, realising his mistake fully. It was bigoted statement he had made earlier which he felt embarrassed about, the dread-haired Jedi would make sure to be more careful with his generalisations in the future.

Continuing to listen to her talk about her former lover, he wondered how strong their relationship was for it to have this much of an impact on her. Kalanda then went on about making amends for attacking him, he still waved it off, not at all bothered as it was practically a weekly occurrence. Her next question caught him completely off-guard however "Wha--who doesn't like cake?" he asked rhetorically, surprised at her question "As long as it isn't chocolate, I accept your apology." he joked with a bland tone.

The Jedi Knight raised an eyebrow at Kalanda as she went onto explain about her rough breakup despite him asking a question about getting to town. Despite his confusion, he listened and when she was finished, he gave his thoughts "Doesn't sound very healthy to me, maybe it was the best that you two ended it. Just giving my two credits, don't attack me again." he half-joked, starting to feel fatigue in his arms now Cas stopped before gently setting Kalanda on her feet. She asked him if he wanted to return with her to her ship, he deliberated, wondering if this was a good idea or not since he had only just met her. Then again, maybe... maybe he could help her out, help ease her obvious pain a little. In doing so, Cas neglected to realise that if he did this he'd also be helping himself too.

Quickly exhaling, he glanced at her "Alright, one condition. That cake." he quipped, a small smirk rising on his face.

Kalanda Tishire

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

He wasn't a bad guy, just tired. It lined up in her book. He was willing to listen to her, and the fact that he was carrying her around like this kinda proved her point even further; a bad guy would have just left her on the ship. She blushed a tad as Cas connected the dots about her love life, realizing that she wasn't talking about a boy, though Kalanda had no shame about her devotion for Amur; but hearing other react to it well, it made her feel a tad timid. Cas asked who didn't like cake, and that sort of talk dragged Kala out of her thoughts, as the witch was eager to reply. "Oh, well, lots of people! Though usually it's because some species can't properly digest cake due to-well it's not important." She didn't want to put the man to sleep after all, this sort of talk was rather boring truth be told. No one carried about the digestive differences between humans and Rodians after all. "Hmm, first time I heard of someone not wanting Chocolate cake, but I think I can make do. You ready?" She asked, looking to Cas, before hugging the man tightly. "Alright, now relax and don't move!" She proclaimed, as green fog would emerged from Kalanda's hands, wrapping around herself and Cas, as the witch formed the image of her ship in her minds eye.

One moment Cas would be among the wilds of Ryloth, the next he would find himself in the tight confines of a CSI freighter.

Kalanda would attempt to be let down, her strength returning to her, though fatigue still gnawed at her bones. The jedi would find the ship to be in a small amount of disrepair, as medical papers and receipts were laid about on several desks and drawers. Medical equipment was laid out, as bags and medpacks were easily accessible if the jedi wished to collect them. What might strike the knight as odd, was an metal cage seemed to take up one corner of the room, though it's contents seemed to only be crates of medical supplies; though the door leading to it was clearly locked and secured. Kalanda would move to the back of the ship, walking away from the knight as she was intent on changing out of her attire. "If you want to just take a seat, I'll be out in a moment. Just please don't touch anything, but I think that'll not be an issue for you." She stopped at the door way, flashing the young knight a smile. "You're a very sweet guy after all." She added, before continuing into her personal quarters. Without Cas there to watch her, Kalanda collapsed onto her bed, letting out a deep sigh as she let her negative emotions seep out of her; something that the knight would not doubt sense as Kalanda's brooded drug on for several moments. After several moments, Kalanda rose, intent on redressing herself and fixing her injuries, before rejoining Cas.

Returning in more intact attire, and with her wounds treated, Kalanda moved past the medbay, entering into a small confined space between the cockpit of the ship and the large bay, into a rather small kitchen, as she would begin to prepare the cake she had promised her new friend.

Cadere

 

[Cadere]

This woman grew more puzzling the more they conversed. She fell on into a ramble after the light joke he made about cake, honestly, he couldn't fault her as he had a tendency to ramble - usually whenever he was nervous. Shooting her a sidelong glance, Cas would answer her question "Chocolate sucks. Too sweet and grimy." making a face of disgust as he did so, crinkling it up and sticking out his tongue, shaking his head violently. His face relaxed again "Yeah, I'm ready."

Her sudden hug surprised him, as he glanced down at her with shock his surroundings instantly changed from his peripheral. Letting her down quickly, Cas' fell against the nearest wall and he began to rub his temples, slowly making his way to pinching the bridge of his nose. Groaning loudly "Ugh... is this what Nezira feels like...?" he asked himself, forgetting Kalanda was in his presence - with the amount of times Nezira transported with her Nightsister magick, he was surprised her head didn't explode... or at the very least, she didn't hurl everywhere.

Still regaining his senses, he got a glance of the interior "Uh... this place is definitely homey..." the Jedi sarcastically muttered to himself. Noticing the cage in the corner, he made a mental note to ask her about that later. Taking a seat at the most comfortable looking area, he tried to get comfortable before awkwardly saying "Thanks..." at Kalanda's comment about him being a sweet guy. He spent the next few moments twiddling his thumbs, glancing around the room and awkwardly whistling to himself until she finally returned.

Glancing over in her direction, he saw her in the kitchen making preparations. What was he doing here?... this was starting to get a little weird, well, it was already weird but now even more so. He know nothing about this woman he just met, whom just tried to kill him and now he was in her freighter watching her bake a cake. Naturally, Cas had to bring some sense to all this and parted his lips to ask "What's your name? I'm... Cas." once she would answer, he'd move on "What's the deal with the cage? Aaaaand you, are you Sith? A Nightsister? What?" trying to make some sense of the situation he was currently in.

Kalanda Tishire

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

Kalanda wasn't sure what an Nezira was, but it sounded familiar to her. Maybe she was one of her teachers? Well, regardless she wasn't the only one with questions. The jedi was asking alot of questions too, which was honestly probably normal, given the woman he scooped up literally whisked him onto a ship and was baking him a cake. Yea, actually this was pretty reasonable, if anything it was sorta on him for falling for this. Seriously, the lost woman in the middle of the jungle scam was just too easy to pull off. Pulling out her mixing bowl, eggs, and flour, Kala stopped as Cas began to rattle off his questions, the woman giving a soft smile as she was all to happy to answer him. Cas, that was the name of her new friend. "Well I'm Kalanda, very nice to meet you." She remarked, fiddling with her hand as she began the baking process, her mind split now between answering the man's questions and starting to make the cake. "Well, it's not as weird as you think! And it's a bit complicated, so where do I start....."

This process was a tad more difficult than what Kalanda was used to truthfully, but she felt that she could pull it off. Off to the side, eggs cracked themselves into the bowl, their shells being disposed of in the sink, though after the third egg Kalanda felt her focus slip; putting a pause on the baking for the immediate future. Now with her mental faculties put to full use answering the man's question, Kala rattled off her replies. "So, my ship is usually sold as a heavy weapon gunship, that cage is for the heavy ordinance storage, but I turned it into a makeshift clinic, so I store all my pain killers in there!" Stepping into the hall to see the man better, Kala reached her hands upwards towards the ceiling, making an arc with her arms as she partly stretched, and partly wanted to add some pizzazz to her motions. "And I'm a Nightsister, sorta. I was trained by the Obsidian Knights by a sect on Dathomir. I'm guessing that's who this 'Nezira' is'?" Kala inquired, her head tilting to the side as she was curious what the man had to say in response. "I know it's all confusing, but I'm not a Sith, they're just....too grouchy for me personally. Just think of me as a free spirit." She explained, disappearing back into the kitchen to finish the reward for her 'hero'.

Ideally, they could part on....well probably awkward terms all things considered, but if nothing else Kala would ensure he had a direct jump back to his ship; cake and all, ideally getting her saber back in the process. Cas, hm? Well, she had a felling that they might run into one another soon. Far sooner than the jedi would think.

Cadere

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