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The Warden and the Sword -Aleidis/Aaralyn-

[member="Aleidis Ijet"]

~Barsen'thor....~

Warden of the Jedi Order, the first of her name and title in centuries. Aaralyn looked down at the information on the datapad and the remnants of the holomail she had left behind and the limited clues she had on the woman. She had let the computer compile any known sighting of the Ghostling Master be put together over a 24 hour period and during that time, she moved to the last known location at the edge of Republic space. There were rumors near Mon-Calamari and Munto Codru which either one seemed viable enough. Despite the woman's self-imposed exile, it didn't seem unlikely she would be in a location where she wouldn't be able to get supplies or assistance should she require it.

Aaralyn looked at the box next to her which contained the lightsaber that belonged to Aleidis. Her vision then shifted to her droid Rowdy who was beeping something she couldn't quite understand, and then finally it came back to the viewport. She stared blankly out into the streaks of hyperspace, sighing heavily. Her own life had become one without rest, well not really without sleep but she was constantly on the hunt for something or someone. An artifact or an object that the Jedi Order had lost due to ignorance or incompetency. Then there were issues with the enemies of the Republic, both the New Order and the One Sith were bringing issues on a daily basis. The Jedi Order was spread so thin it seemed, it was like the days of when the New Jedi Order was first formed and was growing except this time, they weren't growing...they were dwindling down in numbers.

This is why she was going to find Aleidis. The woman was competent, young, resourceful and very powerful within the Force. A knowledgeable but very young Master who had accomplished so much in a short-span and then resigned to a self-imposed exile. Aaralyn couldn't except what she had read, not for fact anyways. There had to be more purpose to the woman's life than ridding the Galaxy of an annoyance like Velok, especially when the Republic was in dire need now. The sounds of the alarms within the cockpit began to beep and ring softly, alerting her they were coming out of hyperspace near Munto Codru. As the lines blurred from streaks to stars, a Washburn-Class Medium Transport came into view. It wasn't a beautiful ship but something impressive considering the owner.

She quickly brought her engines down to a minimal speed and maneuvered the vessel to drift on it's starboard side. Now...if she was out there, she would sense her or Aledis would get the jump on her and get the party started. Slowly, Aaralyn raised a hand and motioned towards the vessel, her eyes closing slowly. She reached out through the nexus of the Force. It was like an invisible hand scoured the decks with a sense of urgency and eagerness. She could feel a presence somewhere on the vessel, but couldn't quite pinpoint it.

There were delicate lines that were left in the Force, a soft wake, tremors so light. She closed her eyes tighter and concentrated harder, opening herself up further to the Force. As she did, the delicate lines became darker imprints. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..." She whispered softly...but her whisper wouldn't just be said within the confines of her own cockpit, it would echo across the Force and Aleidis would no doubt hear it.
 

Aleidis Zrgaat

Young soul from an older generation.
[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

Most people were content to knock on a door before opening and hollering through the house. In fact, it was generally regarded as polite to do so.

So, then, why was she being woken from a dead sleep by some woman's voice in her head? Aleidis wished dearly that this could be an isolated event, a blip that she could write off, but if someone had come out here LOOKING for her? That could be trouble in her road. Right where she didn't want it. Aleidis had little choice but to respond, and to do so quickly.

In point of fact, there were TWO Force-sensitive life forms on the beat up old Washburn-class that Aleidis Ijet called home - the Ghostling herself, and her earstwile Togruta companion, the (former Jedi) Knight known as Codi Zrgaat. Alei left Codi to sleep, for now; if it was Force trouble, Aleidis could handle it. Other flavors of trouble would wake the Togruta up. Let sleeping guardians lie, as it were. Sliding out of the hammock she'd been reclining in while reading, Aleidis took a small breath and extended her own senses outwards.

Ripples in the ocean. Small, staccato waves - someone was acting close to her. That'd been what she'd sensed - mystery solved. Someone was using the Force to reach out to her, and they were using the Force to scan her ship down to look for her. It must be important. At least, it SHOULD be important, if this was the greeting the other person had chosen to begin with. Biting back the reflexive urge to mask herself and her ship behind mental static, Aleidis made her way up to the bridge while reading those faint ripples in the Force and enduring Aaralyn's voice echoing between her ears. Once on the bridge, the Ghostling stifled a yawn and sent out a short-wave Hail to any ships that happened to be nearby - the amount of ships her navigation computer reported was 'one'.

"Most people are content to hail my ship or call me." Aleidis groused, her tone mild on the side of chastisement. "I'm here. Please stop searching my ship. It's very rude." The Ghostling stared blankly into the 'camera' that she understood to be transmitting her face along with the Hail - black eyes, slightly pointed ears, glowing skin - a Ghostling. No makeup and slightly messy hair? A girl who'd been ready to go to (or was just getting out of) bed. She certainly didn't look the part of a savior. Aleidis would be mortified at the thought of being regarded as one. But from her missing arm to the simple fact that Ghostlings didn't often make it into space outside of cages, there was little question who was trying to get Aaralyn's attention.
 
"Well that is the fortunate part of not being most people..." She slowly opened her eyes, blinking softly as she gazed at the screen before her. It took her a solid moment to figure out what exactly she was looking at, was it really something that resembled her? Or rather someone? There were notable differences but in realistic terms, the being before her could be compared to her very person. Aaralyn shook her head softly and looked over to the box and then back to [member="Aleidis Ijet"]. "Master Ijet, I would like to speak with you in person if you don't mind. I believe there are some things that you and I could discuss and well...I have a proposition for you."

It was as simple as that, cut and dry. The Jedi Master in exile could turn her away or she could be kind enough to hear her out, now given her state she might want a moment or two to get herself in order but somehow Aaralyn feared that wasn't going to be the case. This was going to be similar to that time on Ryloth where she had to drag a potential Jedi candidate out from underneath a pit of garbage and get him to speak with her. Even after doing so, he still rejected her offer and buried himself into the garbage again.

Those days seemed simple enough...
 

Aleidis Zrgaat

Young soul from an older generation.
[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

A Jedi. Not HORRIBLY surprising, but still slightly surprising all the way out here. After the tounge-lashing she'd given the council some time ago, Aleidis wasn't really sure what the Jedi Order wanted from her. Maybe Dragonsflame had appointed someone to come out and offer an apology? Doubtful. Likely something entirely unrelated to that. Searching her usually decent memory, the Ghostling absently noted that the woman on the viewscreen was vaguely familiar, but couldn't quite place where. Not unusual - there'd been a lot of girls in the Jedi temple she'd grown up in on Coruscant. A lot of half-remembered faces bouncing around in her head.

But enough of that. Question/requst to answer. Aleidis sat up slightly and rubbed the corner of her eye. "...alright." She decided after a moment - even if it was likely nothing she WANTED to hear, the woman had gone through the task of finding her and attempting slightly-polite contact. The least Aleidis could do was to hear her out. "Give me ten minutes to be decent. Go ahead and dock with my ship, and make yourself comfortable." Aleidis invited.
 
Aaralyn nodded softly and cut the transmission.

She quickly maneuvered her ship into place and began the docking procedures, as the ship started to auto-dock with [member="Aleidis Ijet"]'s ship...she would grab the lightsaber case that was sitting inside the Co-Pilot's chair in the cockpit. This particular item would be critical in showing Aleidis that she was serious in her negotiations with the Ghostling and indeed intended to do anything she could to get the Jedi Master to return to the Order and bring it back to it's former glory. Hopefully, she wouldn't also be the one to bring bad news with her, that her former Padawan was now seeking to destroy the Republic and the Jedi...at all costs.

There never was just good news, most of the time any good news had bad news attached. Aaralyn preferred to call it just "news" at this point.
 

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