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Two Heads are better than One

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Hasjo Hallu stood in an open courtyard. Before him sprawled a large obstacle course with various small flying droids hovering about. He could feel the muscles in his legs pumping with each movement. His thumb slid down the hilt of his lightsaber, igniting the lime green plasma. He leaped into the air, landing on the first pillar. The pillars before him ascended higher and higher, and as they got higher, they became further apart. He kept from one to another with relative ease, though the last looked that he may have not made it. Though he had, thankfully. He ran across a platform and the droids opened fire. The saber swung around, deflecting the blasters. Swzoom, swzoom, swzoom. He jumped into the air, performing a barrel roll to avoid a barrage of fire. Landing on his feet, he dived through a circular opening and came onto his feet on the other side. The drop below him was a good three stories by this stage. Lastly he hopped down from the platform and landed on the soil with a heavy thud and a roll.

He smiled and turned to [member="Vash Hal'Brok"], "Your turn now". He released the trigger of the saber and the plasma retired. He breathed heavily, returning his hands to his hips as he rested. He didn't know Vash all too well, but he seemed like a likeable person and easy to get along. He had only seen him here and there around the Jedi Academy of Ossus. They hadn't spoken much more than a few words in the time they were here, but today they were scheduled to practice on the obstacle course together. It wasn't the Force that told Hasjo something was wrong in that moment. Rather it was the loud, whining noise of a dying propulsion engine. He craned his neck, hand above his black, beady eyes to prevent the harsh sunlight from burning them. A trail of grey smoke followed a small object as he it came barreling out of the sky towards the earth at rapid speed. It fell out of sight, not too far from their own isolated location. Boom!. The starship could be heard slamming against the planet. An explosion tore through the air and a mushroom-shaped cloud billowed up into the sky. He stood there for only a moments hesitation before turning to Vash, "We should help them"



@[member="Lucien Cordel"]
 
His new friend made the obstacle course look easy. Vash had completed the course before, but not with the same flair as @[member="Hasjo Hallu"] did.
His Hasjo was nearing the end so Vash readied himself for his turn. Then he heard it. The sound of a ship, way lower then the appropriate altitude. Hasjo hadn't seen it yet. Vash was gonna call out to his friend, but he feared it would distract him and cause him to lose his balance. He saw the ship on a collision course, so Vash moved, leaping from pillar to pillar. By the time Hasjo noticed and looked back his way, Vash was almost on him...
 
As [member="[FONT=Tahoma][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/3732-vash-halbrok/"]Vash Hal'Brok[/URL]"] [/FONT]joined his side, Hasjo clasped his lightsaber to his belt. He took a wary step towards the forests ahead, glancing over his shoulder to see if Vash would accompany him or not on such an endeavour. Though he truly didn't need the reassurance. Vash was just like him, a Jedi in training, and a Jedi helped others. His leather booted feet began to squash against the soft, damp soil as he entered the treeline. Long, green vines dangled down, like long droopy arms. The leaves were a vibrant green, and everything seemed as green as Hasjo's own skin. Moss grew thick on fat tree boles. Tree roots curled up around their feet, threatening to trip them over. With delicate steps, Hasjo pounced through the forest. For his lack of skill in the Force, he made it up for his nimble ability and skill with the saber.
He came unto a clearing where the birds had fluttered away, and the fish hid beneath what loose rocks they could scurry under. Across the pond sat a smoking wreckage, a crisp fire burning away at the engines. It was relatively undamaged with such strong, durable metals. Hasjo looked to his companion, speaking quietly "We should wait and observe. We do not know why or how he has crashed, but if it was Republic, the brigade would be here soon to rescue him"
 
While Vash wasn't as graceful as his comrade, he still kept up easily. Vash wasn't sporting the typical tunic of the Jedi Order, they didn't suit him like they did Hasjo. Vash wore his usual dress. A sleeveless red shirt with black cargo trousers with dark leather boots that squished the ground beneath him as he ran. His lightsaber was securely clipped to his belt.
They moved as a unit, twisting, dodging branches as they made their way to the crash site.

They finally arrived in the clearing where the smoking wreckage had come to rest across the pond. It had suffered minimal damage, but a small fire was burning at the engines.
Vash turned his head and addressed his soft spoken friend.
"What? and let them have all the fun?" He flashed him a grin "Besides, the pilot might be injured and need our help."
Without another word, he made his way toward the wreckage
@[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
 
Hasjo threw out his hand to catch the red tunic of [member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/3732-vash-halbrok/"]Vash Hal'Brok[/URL]"], but too late. He was already out of arms reach. He watched Vash approach the ship. Hasjo remained squatting there, unsure whether to follow or wait. I can't leave him alone. He stood himself up and followed. The brown of his jedi robes darkened as his waded through the high waters. He would have swam, being amphibian, but it just wasn't deep enough. He caught up to his relatively fast enough, getting close enough to be shoulder-to-shoulder with him, he whispered to him. "We don't know if they mean good, it may be trouble. We're no experts, best we let the experienced ones deal with this" he urged Vash to reconsider. Planting a firm grasp on his shoulder. His eyes gazing into his, a stern look. Whether it was Hasjo being fearful of a unknown ship crash-landing, or he was respecting the Jedi code of being humble and knowing what you were good at, and what you weren't. Either way, something was seriously poking at Hasjo's conscious, screaming for him not to get any closer. He let get of Vash's shoulder and stood there, refusing to get any closer than he already was. No more than twenty meters away.
 
Vash turned to face his comrade after his shoulder was gripped firmly. The Nuatolin had a point. They didn't know what was waiting for them in the crashed vessel. But still, what if they needed help.

"But we're here. Right now. And what if the pilot is dying in there? Isn't our job as Jedi to save people?" Vash grabbed him by both shoulders and looked his friend in his black eyes. "Can you stand here and do nothing, waiting for help to come. And if something happens to the pilot, what then? Can you live with that?"
@[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
 
He breathed deep. Allowing [member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/3732-vash-halbrok/"]Vash Hal'Brok[/URL]"] words to soak into him. He nodded silently and spoke "Forgive me." Hasjo pushed past that nagging feeling in his stomach and continued to wade through the cold waters. Snow caked the stone where the vessel had landed, and in the far distance, redwoods could be seen. Rather than flank around to gentler inclines. He climbed out of the waters on the steep rocks like a serpent. He fell forward, purposefully. His hands grasping onto the rock, fingers spread as he began to climb up. He pulled himself up with ease, clinging from one foothold to the next. As he reached the craft, he unlatched the saber from his belt and his thumb slid down the hilt. The green plasma ignited and he swung it. Swzoom. He swung hard down onto the engines fuelling pump. Disabling it to prevent it from continuing to stoke the flames.
 
He climbed up after his fellow padawan. Hasjo made his way to the engine to disable the fuel line. Vash climbed up on top of the fuselage and gingerly stepped towrds the cockpit hatch. The ship started to creak as Vash walked causing him to pause.

He heard the familiar snap hiss of a lighsaber, no doubt Hosjo was cutting the fuel line. At least that problem was solved.
One more step would bring Vash within view of the cockpit. It was risky, but they had come this far. He took the step. The ship creaked, but remained level.
Looking through the viewport, Vash saw a figure in a flightsuit, they were not moving.
Calling down to Hosjo
"I see someone, they're not moving"
@[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
 
He didn't falter as [member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/3732-vash-halbrok/"]Vash Hal'Brok[/URL]"] mentioned there was someone inside, unmoving. He barreling towards Vash, swinging his lightsaber to cut open the cockpit. Swzoom, swzoom, swzoom. He released the hilt, the plasma resigning. He hooked the lightsaber back onto his belt and squatted down. His hands pried between the hot opening, burning his fingers. He began to pull. He was no expert in the force, and lifting such a heavy thing would require time he just didn't have right now. He continued his lift, feeling the strain of his powerful muscles tear through his back, arms and legs. He was slowly but surely raising it. The heat from the recent plasma damage continued to burn his hands, the smell of burnt flesh in the air. With one last mighty exertion of effort, he threw the cockpit down the small cliffside and into the waters below. He stared down at his hands, turning them around to see the damage. He had burnt them badly, and once the adrenaline stopped, then would come the pain. It would be unlikely he could efficiently wield a lightsaber for a couple of days, if not longer. Though there were people in more need than him. The pilot remained seated, unmoving.
 
Then Lucien stepped into the clearing followed by 6 armored, the soldiers each had there rifles trained on the two Jedi. Lucien continued to walk towards the pod " Leave please, This doesn't concern you" Lucien ordered, he was not Loud as other Sith but his aura and the mental prodding he inflicted on the padawans aught to convey his message, that they were better off leaving his order unquestioned. The occupant of this escape pod was a most nefarious smuggler who was active within the core and outer rim. Lucien was here to put him to death. He had his hand resting on the hilt of his saber but other than that he made no hostile moves, he didn't wan't to fight but he would have the smugglers head and having to take the heads of two Padawans first was only a minor inconvenience.
 
Vash was squatted down looking into the cockpit as @[member="Hasjo Hallu"] made a hole. He felt the new arrival before he saw him, but once he saw him, he wish he hadn't. They were outmatched, to be sure. Vash was curious why these soldiers were leveling guns at them in such close proximity to the Jedi Temple. Vash looked at his Nautolin friend and whispered.
"Anytime that help you were talking about wanted to arrive, Now would be fine with me"

Vash slowly stood to his feet, discretely activating the comm on his belt as he did so. The channel was open, so the person on the other end would be able to hear, Vash just wasn't sure who that person would be, he just hoped that they would figure out that they were in trouble. Lots of trouble....
@[member="Lucien Cordel"]
 
Scruffy Lookin’ Nerfherder
Close in @[member="Lucien Cordel"]'s wake came a hooded figure in tattered brown robes. He appeared humanoid in stature, but a white and grey mask covered with strange etchings obscured his features. Tiny insects fled from his path. As he entered the clearing an intense feeling of despondency and a vague sense of nausea settled over all those present. The Jedi would no doubt feel as if their connection to the Lightside was somehow being muffled, as if beneath a blanket of despair. He exuded the Aura of Unease, an ancient power known by Sith Sorcerers.

Anaudius stared at the ship, but did not speak. Foul mutations had so twisted his vocal chords that even the slightest of whispers caused excruciating pain. Moross continued to increase ties with the Fringe. Their amalgamous ally, positioned in far reaches of the galaxy, presented a ripe opportunity for converts to the Crusade. Yet that was not why he was here.

The masked figure looked to @[member="Lucien Cordel"]. The Sith Lord had his own reasons for being there no doubt. Anaudius came here for a different reason. To act as Liad's scourge. The person inside the ship was a heretic. Heretics would convert, or burn... eyes turned toward the Jedi... As would anyone else who stood in the way of the galaxy's redemption.

@[member="Vash Hal'Brok"]
@[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
 
Hasjo glanced to [member="[FONT=Tahoma][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/3732-vash-halbrok/"]Vash Hal'Brok[/URL]"] [/FONT]with unease. He watched the Sith, [member="Lucien Cordel"] who's very presence disturbed Hasjo to his core. He felt as though a serpent slithered under his skin. He could feel Vash press up against him, whispering to him "Anytime that help you were talking about wanted to arrive, Now would be fine with me"
"Until then" Hasjo answered. His hands withdrawing to his belt. Though his fingers were burnt and injured. For the survival of this pilot, for the life of Vash and his own. He could manage the pain. "We'll be on our own" his thumb slid down the hilt, igniting the green plasma with a satisfying Psschicscch. He clasped both hands firmly on the shaft. His face grimaced in pain. When he saw [member="Anaudius"], he had confirmed his own suspicions truly. They should not have come any closer. But Vash was also right, they couldn't let the man die.
 
Vash sighed loudly. This was gonna hurt.
He stood up next to his friend. He drew his lightsaber from his belt and ignited it with a snap hiss. The blue blade snapped to life.
Vash felt the force being muffled, not doubt the work of one of the darkside wielders. Vash was even more glad that he had activated his come. Hopefully, someone would respond, and soon.

@[member="Hasjo Hallu"] @Anaudius @Lucien Cordel
 
Lucien frowned and shook his head. withdrawing his own saber but making no attempt to activate it "I commend your bravery but your Arrogance and Foolishness will get you killed ... which is a shame considering your young ages" He turned his back on the jedi facing his squad he made a downwards gesture and they lowered their guns but maintained all other aspects of their position. It was only then that he saw the zealot "My Lord" He nodded at the priest of fire.
Lucien shrugged of his jacket it landed among the leaves on the ground almost silently. Then, and only then did he ignite his own Light-saber. The curved hilt resting in his hand as he preformed the Makashi salute. He connected his mind with their minds and spoke directly into them "You have a choice turn and walk away, unharmed, or stay ,observe the pleasantries, attack us then die" He smiled and spoke aloud "The choice is yours" He took up a defensive stance and probed the two Padawans minds for flaws and fears to exploit. He was subtle so he doubted that the two Jedi would notice but they might, they could also slow or even stop him if they had built up high enough mental barriers.
 
Hasjo faced down his opponent, regardless of the whispers in his mind. Those words itself that entered him revealed to him that his own self could be penetrated. He steeled himself, withdrawing all thoughts from his mind but that of the battle ahead. Though it could not be hidden; Hasjo was weak in the ways of the Force. He held the particular stance of one that trained in the form of Shien. He spoke, regardless if [member="[FONT=Tahoma][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/1001-lucien-cordel/"]Lucien Cordel[/URL]"] [/FONT]or [member="[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/540-anaudius/"]Anaudius[/URL]"] could hear him, to [member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/3732-vash-halbrok/"]Vash Hal'Brok[/URL]"]. "Defend the pilot, and nothing more. Keep your defence strong. We need to hold out until back-up arrives"
 
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| @[member="Hasjo Hallu"] | @[member="Lucien Cordel"] | @[member="Vash Hal'Brok"] | @[member="Anaudius"] |

The Academy's Security team was always ready to move... and although they were in charge of the safe keeping of the grounds within the series of buildings within the Academy, they constantly monitored the traffic within the planet's atmosphere.

As part of the security force, the corellian Master known as Vexander Graves received the report of two unidentified vessels that headed towards a quadrant not too far from an obstacle course where apprentices usually went to practice their physical prowness.

Within the next few minutes after the ship's entry, a transport with a team of Republic officers was sent to investigate the situation and report back with it's findings.

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Inside the transport, the Jedi Master remained ready and with his Force senses enhanced to assist in the recon mission. As usual, the Jedi had his Covert 7 armor on, an armor that he had for quite some time, even before he began his training as a Jedi... nevertheless, he always had it ready since it allowed him to perform his duties as a Security Officer within the Ossus Academy.

Kneeled close to the open door in the starboard of the transport, he remained strapped to one of the supports that prevented him from falling. Looking through his scope, the corellian Jedi aimed with his scope as soon as the pilot informed him of the smoke ahead coming out from a downed ship close to the coordinates that Security HQ reported.

As the transport got close, Vex managed to notice a few troops and unknown sentients that surrounded two padawans... His eyes opened wide once that he noticed that at least one of the soldiers around the Padawans had a red lightsaber in his hand and was preparing himself for battle.

"Pilot... take us close to that area!" unstrapping himself, the young man stood up and placed his sniper rifle in his back. "Ok people, our mission is to secure the young Padawans and clear the area around the crashed ship. Commander, report our situation to the Academy at once." taking his lightsaber in his hand, the young man prepared to leave the transport once that it began to hover around the area just a few meters above. "Fire at will!!"

With that said, the Jedi Master jumped and ignited his lightsaber in mid air... a cyan blade came to life and prepared to deflect anything that came to them. Usually... a normal Jedi would just reason first... but Vexander was not a normal Jedi. With the help of his telekinesis and the aid of the Force, the Master landed in front of the two padawans and the lightsaber wielding man in Ataru... waiting to attack while the republic soldiers fired at everything labeled as hostile.
 
Vash felt the assault on his mind. And did his best to clear his head and focus. But to say that he wasn't a little bit rattled, would have been a lie.
He nodded at his fellow Padawan. The playful look long gone from Vash's face. "This, is what it means to be a Jedi."
Vash took up a defensive stance alongside his comrade.
They were in way over their heads, but it was the right thing to do.

The sound of a transport overhead which turned out to be a republic vessel have Vash hope. Help had finally arrived.

@[member="Vexander Graves"] | @Hasjo Hallu | @Lucien Cordel | @Vash Hal'Brok | @Anaudius |
 
Scruffy Lookin’ Nerfherder
Darks shadows gathered around the growing confrontation in the Force. Anaudius closed his eyes. The tension hummed in the air, visceral. Suddenly, another noise washed oppressively against Anaudius' senses. Eyes of liquid gold snapped open and Anaudius looked toward the skies. A Republic transport hovered overhead, carrying a Jedi whose power radiated outward like a beacon. The Morossian narrowed his eyes and retreated toward the tree line and out of the range of combat. He disappeared behind the foliage.

Wordlessly, Anaudius moved his fingers in an intricate pattern, weaving a spell of Sith Magic learned from the tomes of the Sorcerers of Tund. He focused the Force upon the pilot of the transport and unleashed his spell. A terrible fear closed in around the Republic pilot as his nightmares became real. Trapped with his demons inside the confines of the cockpit, the pilot became hysteric. Anaudius looked up into the skies and watched without comment as the transport spun out of control moments after @[member="Vexander Graves"] leaped out. The Republic vessel spun out of sight and down, exploding into a fireball that leaped high into the sky, followed by a pillar of smoke.

Beneath the shade of the trees, the masked Dark Sider's attention turned toward the Jedi on the ground. He singled his attention on @[member="Hasjo Hallu"] and weaved another spell of Sith Magic. Using the ability of Force Slow, he attempted to cloud the Nautolan's mind and slow him both physically and mentally. To the Nautolan it would feel as if he had been smitten with a sudden sickness portraying flu-like symptoms.

@[member="Lucien Cordel"] @[member="Vash Hal'Brok"]
 
Lucien shook his head this would be easy. He adjusted his stance to duel the two Padawans side on, thus presenting them a smaller target his blade was level ... He took a deep breath and was about to strike when the sound of a transport erupted on the horizon. The silence was broken and Lucien span on his heel and swore internally. He was a fool and he had just signed his own death warrant. Then the Zealot disappeared, it just keeps getting better he thought to himself.
The transport began opening fire Lucien raised his saber to begin blocking when all of a sudden the transport fell from sky he breathed a sigh of relief but noted that the master lived ... shame. He turned again facing the trio once more he had suffered a few glancing hits in the blaster fire but he was still alive and very much able to fight.He had returned to his ready position but he made no moves to attack, instead he spoke "My Lord Jedi I will repeat to you what I said to the apprentices, let my take my prisoner and I will leave, there is no need for any more death ... as a gesture of this good will I will send my guards back to my ship" The guards turned and left without question. The ball was in the Jedi masters court now and as far as Lucien was concerned any further blood would stain Jedi hands not his. Of course he didn't expect that the Jedi were just going to let him walk away he was a sith after all.
 

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