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The Steel armed Raven. (open first time poster)

Tython had many places to get a drink. You just had to know where to look for a good one. The Man sitting at the end of the bar one arm hidden from sight by his robes. The Jedi knew who it was by sight though. His armor shined to a high shine with blue lights running through the joints. His icy blue eyes kept a watch though the strands of his hair, on the door as he sipped the mild mix drink.
Corvus Romanov a Jedi knight who had suffered by some standards. To his though he was just here to do his duty. To protect those who needed it and not to be the lap dog of the republic. Setting down his empty glass he reached into his robe. Pulling his small holo com he watched the report of the fall of Coruscant. It would be a lie to say he was not angry. He after all had been trained as a Padawan there. The mantra he kept repeating though was one of the old tenets of the code. There is no emotion, There is only peace. Balance would return to the galaxy. Though before it was over there would systems littered with bodies.
Standing Corvus paid his tab with credits and stepped to the door grabbing his pack that hung on one of the hooks. Looking out to the forest that surrounded the bar Corvus silently wondered when a call to action would be put in place to take back the capital. He cared little for the senate or even the capital. Though the Jedi Temple had thousands of years worth of data now in the hands of Sith.
 
It wasn't a place Romeo should be, it wasn't a place he wanted to be, but being gone for so long...it required one to learn of things happening. He knew a person here, though the relationship was more...well it was business. Tython was a planet the Jedi held from the very beginning. It was relatively peaceful here. He was okay with peace. He spotted the man [member="Raven of Poe"] looking up the demise of Corusant. "Any good news?" He asked as he stepped up behind the man. Romeo always wore his mask to keep his identity secret, and to make things less personal.
 
Corvus Didn’t spin and reach for a saber as he would on some planets. Instead he stared out looking with not his eyes but his other senses. Mainly getting a reading of the man within the force. It wasn’t good. He could see darkness his soul was stained with blood. Though he was certain it was the blood of the republic enemies. Speaking in a slow voice that made most think he was slow he said to [member="Romeo Sin"], “The planet, Coruscant has fallen to the Sith.” Pulling out a tooth pick he stuck it between his lips continuing, “I’m sure the Sith have broken the locks on the archives at the temple already. All that knowledge lost until they decide to take it back.”
 
Romeo shook his head, the Sith had begin winning after coming back from the dead. "Much of the files their looking for, I would assume, are Sith." It was obvious the Jedi had taken many relics and hid them in the archives. "Im am sorry Corvus." He said as he laid a hand on the man's shoulder. Of course Jedi didn't like Romeo, he used the dark side of the force. He did have a different view compared to the Sith, but who cared? [member="Raven of Poe"]
 
He shrugged and picked at the wood with his tongue. “They will take the Sith artifacts and ours as well. Even though he wore armor that was hiding his secret he could hear the gears wine from the moisture in the air. Pulling his robe closer Corvus clicked his tongue. Standing on the porch he wished had the shatter point training. He had tried several times to learn but he wasn’t ever very successful. “The Sith will pay and any who helped them will fall and be brought to trial for this.” [member="Romeo Sin"]
 
He expected as much from [member="Raven of Poe"] but Romeo was a bit agitated. "Trials? Haven't the Jedi made that mistake enough?" He followed behind Corvus. "The Sith don't react to justice, they don't learn...well most of them." He stepped next to Corvus and watched his face. Romeo knew being here could be dangerous to his health, but he could handle Jedi. "Corvus..."
 
“The way of the Jedi has become clouded.” He spit the tooth pick out allowing him to speak a bit more natural. “If we do what they do kill and slaughter them until they are all but a memory. I have ask and wonder when we cross the line to being them.” His shoulder was beginning to ache again. Damn water in the air. If he hadn’t replaced his arms systems he would worry about rust. Not having that worry though left him to worry about pain. Pain was not his friend and his head was hurting being here close to where problems were rising within the Jedi order. “Jedi respect all life, in any form. Though you are not a Jedi so I suppose you would not understand.” [member="Romeo Sin"]
 
Romeo shrugged at the comment. When did a Jedi become Sith? "You're probably right. Some would say there's no difference between Sith and Jedi that matter least." He noticed a flicker in Corvus. "Something else bothers you." [member="Raven of Poe"]
 
Holding his hand up. The steel one he flexed his fingers making the lights shimmer. “My arm doesn’t like moisture ridden places. I only came here to check the archives out and add some files on cybernetics.” He dropped his arm and pulled the robes closed. “I suppose though that the council Will want to try and take at least the Coruscant temple. Whatever they have left for us of course.” [member="Romeo Sin"]
 
Cybernetics had their problems. Isis, his old master had a cybernetic arm he remember. She tried to remove his leg once. "You should get that looked at." He commented. "They probably should have thought about all this when they got tyrant like with all their...attacking." he looked at his loved covered hands. He wasn't sure wasn't he agreed much the Republic or the Jedi. "You have all the big names looking for a piece of the Republic. Even the Galactic Alliance is looking for a fight. Mandos too." [member="Raven of Poe"]
 
“Hence why I don’t go to the beck and call of the Republic. I am not the lapdog they want.” His arm was fine just pain from the rain fall earlier. “The republic makes enemies with the way they handle things. Jedi are in the middle torn between duty to the code and the republic.” Oh well until they moved to take the temple he would stay in his comfort area. They needed diplomats on systems that had yet to fall to either side. Corvus tended to like this job until he found the underbelly of the system. Once finding that huts were using the locals for slave labor. Corvus put it down without problem and said Hutt was now in carbonite.
 
Well that was Jedi talk, and he didn't understand Jedi talk. "Sure sure. Till you find your...arms missing." He features at Corvus' arm. "Then what? Revenge? Anger? What was your reaction to such thing?" He leaned up against the wall and tilted his head. Watching the Jedi closely. Now having two lightsabers on his belt, he never dual wielded. It was too hardous. [member="Raven of Poe"]
 
“You like to bait. It would be a lie to say I was not angry. I was. I could still feel my hand even though it was gone. I hated the arm too when they put it on. It looked real but I knew it wasn’t.” Corvus Leaned against the frame of the porch and sighed as the thoughts of those first days flooded his memory. “I cursed the sith. Then an old Master gave me advice. He said, ‘Son the force moves in strange ways you lost an arm but to the force it is still there. Surrounding that steel. Use it. You can either live like a hermit or learn to adapt.’ I chose to adapt. My armor syncs to the arm to match. I can dismantle it and rebuild it in under thirty seconds if I need to. I even found a way to make my wrist detach to create a devastating saber attack.” [member="Romeo Sin"]
 
Romeo shifted on his feet, "Good advice, i stand corrected." He switched his arms around on his chest. "Still there's more to the dark side than hate and anger. Love, passion. This is what motivates me, does this make deserve trials, and what not. The usual treatment of a darksider?" He rose his sleeves up revealing his many scars. His body told stories of battles, and survival. "Still...my blade is yours Jedi. I would do this for causes such as removal of the Sith, not the Republic. Maybe thats what makes us alike no?" [member="Raven of Poe"]
 
“Alike in that way Darksider. Not in many others.” Corvus wondered many things. A darksider un Tython would not go unnoticed long. “You might want to go.” He said though the force told him it was too late as two jedi guardians wielding emerald duel blades with battle scarred armor stepped out of the forest. “Too late.” Both looked rather stupid all brawn and no brain though they knew the darksider just by the force signature. “The bulk and skull boys are looking for some fighting it seems.” [member="Romeo Sin"]
 
If it wasn't one thing, it was another. He was wanted though for his dealings with the Horde, but that was past him. He was done with that life style, his new goal was to give a better name to the dark side. He held his hands up, which could both be a threat, and a surrender. "Can I help you?" He asked politely. He looked over to Corvus. "The bronze of the Jedi? Or the left overs of who are not out fighting real threats?" He made a small joke. [member="Raven of Poe"]
 
“Like I said the bulk with no brains.” The biggest of the pair snarled at this remark. “Step aside cyborg.” He advanced the hum of his saber caused a minor headache in Corvus. “I told you two not to over clock those sabers. Youll blow your hands off if you are not careful.” He could smell the circuits burning and drew his own saber infighting it and placing it in front of Romeo. “The Dark sider is with me.” The small of the two said almost like it just occurred to him, “He smells like sith.”
 
Few things got under his nerves, these things being called a Sith. "Really? Cause I took a shower before I got here." He was reaching into his core to bring up his fire abilities, but he didn't allow flames to show from his palms. "I'm far from Sith friends. In fact I came to offer my assistants to the Jedi." [member="Raven of Poe"]
 
“Jedi don’t need help from sith scum.” The humming intensified and Corvus not wanting the two to suffer…much that is held up his arm and force pulled the sabers from their hands. With a swing of his saber her knocked the blades toward the tree line the shock of the hit sent the over charged hilts on the path of destruction. His mind saw it as it happened the power crystals shattering as the power core overloaded finally sending parts everywhere. “Tsk tsk. Not nice to mess with things you know nothing about.” [member="Romeo Sin"]
 
Hasjo was on Tython. He had been here once before, ten years ago when he was but an apprentice. It felt like an eternity ago that those events transpired. When he had close friends he could rely on. He wondered what his Nautolan friend was up to now, where in the Galaxy he was as he walked the forests. Each thud of his heavy boots was met with the squish of moist soil. There had been a rain recently. The metalloid Nautolan was a Jedi Knight of the Silver Order, and General of the Sixth Battalion. His arid cloak draped his shoulders and dragged behind his heels as he moved across the vast expanse of bush lands. He was coated head to toe in durasteel plating, and a bodysuit beneath. He had suffered his serious injuries upon the Siege of Coruscant. He had been present during the height of the attack. The Exotic Weapons Master had carved a vicious path through swaths of enemy troopers. Alas, he was overwhelmed. Alone and outnumbered, he had been gunned down. He recalled these thoughts as he walked through the forest, remembering why he was here. A stranger had visited Voss, secret home of the Silver Order, and now he was here to investigate the other side. A mutual friendly investigation. He rested his hands upon the hilt of a weapon attached to his hip. He looked like a walking armoury. His waist was covered in weapons. The exotic Lightwhip, the rare San-Ni staff, the uncommon Lightsaber Pike, the unwieldily Saberstaff, the military AB-1 pistol and lastly a Jedi common lightsaber. All were based on cerulean crystals and plasma, denoting him as a Jedi Guardian - namely one that specialised in strange and foreign weapons. He felt the signatures of others nearby, one of which permeated with the Dark Side. He craned his head in the direction of the Bogan and moved to intercept. Hasjo was a notorious Sith Hunter in the Outer-Rim Territories. He had clashed with Darth Ferus four times, Lord Eclipsion twice, Melakoth twice, Maleus twice, Darth Veles twice and countless others. He came to the group, finding two Jedi being beset upon. He remained still, focused. He spoke with a synthesised voice, "Halt. You're under arrest."

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