Alright!! LET THE RPING BEGIN

Now an announcement.

Sith students your trials are simple. Rimera gave you all an npc for your Sith to work with and learn under. Your trials are to fight and kill them.

Jedi students will take a series of tests. So for now just have your characters wander around in the meditation chamber until Yosa comes to give you your trials

Temple

Kaira Jarbalo

Kaira peeked out of her room to make sure the hallway was empty, then slipped out quietly to make her way to the Room of a Thousand Fountains. She knew she should be in her bed sleeping, but she was restless. This wasn't the first time she'd felt this way. Many times she'd woken in the middle of the night with scattered fragments of dreams lingering on the edge of her mind. They always left her with a sense of dread, yet she didn't know why. The only way to calm her troubled mind was to go to the lush gardens and pools of water that always brought her peace.

With a relieved sigh, Kaira slipped into that green sanctuary, choosing a spot beside a small pond where she could sit without being easily seen. She layed back and stared up at the simulated night sky on the ceiling, breathing deeply and letting the calm wash over her. Here, she felt safe. Here, she didn't have to face the worried looks her instructors gave her when when she preferred to be by herself instead of with the other apprentices. She knew it was unusual for her to always choose solitude when others would be together, laughing and joking after a day of lessons, but she couldn't help it. Somehow, she had never been able to connect with anyone else here, even though this was the place where she had lived since she was an infant.

Kaira allowed herself a small, rare smile; something she never did when around other people. Perhaps, despite the instructors' misgivings, her preference of solitude would end up being a good thing. After all, she was the best at calming herself for meditation, which was something many of the other apprentices had trouble with.

Sith Academy

Red

Cole Sacul, head of the assassin program in the Sith academy, sighed as he watched the new initiates train. They were all terribly pathetic, not like his two best pupils. The first assassin Chloris had so much potential but she was captured by the Jedi, probably turned to the light or some other useless trash. His other favored pupil, known only as red had soaked up the knowledge like a sponge, becoming extremely focused and analytical, all good traits of an assassin. Though his apathetic visage usually scared most of the initiates, mostly due to the fact that they never knew if he was ignoring them or planning to stab them in their sleep.

The soft pat of footsteps alerted him to an arrival. He turned.

Ah speak of the devil, Red was there standing in the doorway.

"Boy, what do you want, can't you see I'm busy" he snarled.

Red said nothing as he ignited his crimson lightsaber.

Cole Smirked, bloodlust shining in his eyes.

"So its finally time eh? Well come boy show me what you've learned!"

Cole ignited his own blade and their duel began. The sound of crackling sabers echoed throughout the room as they clashed. Red would attack, while Cole defended then counterattacked. Their blades flashed in a barely visible light as they both fought for dominance. Red disengaged and jumped back, summoning the Force around him and launching a nearby chair at Cole.

"You'll need to do better boy!"

Cole spun and cut the chair in half sending the pieces after Red. Jumping out of the way Red channeled lightning into his fists and launched them at Cole who did the same. They both pushed more and more power into their attacks both trying to push the other back.

Red grunted in pain as he lost the contest and was knocked back, his lightsaber tossed from his hand. Cole stood over him smirking triumphantly.

"Well boy, looks like you've lost. It's such a shame to lose such a powerful assassin, but such is the way of the--URK."

Whatever Cole was about to say was cut off as a Sith katana was jammed into his heart by a second Red standing behind him. The Red on the floor disappeared signifying it as an illusion and nothing more.

"You're to foolish Cole."

"H-h-ho-how force illusions can't interact physically!"

Red stared apathetically at his outraged former master.

"People live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true. That's how they define "Reality." But what does it mean to be "correct" or "true"? Merely vague concepts... their "reality" may all be a mirage. Can we consider them to simply be living in their own world, shaped by their beliefs?"

He continued on, ignoring Cole's growing outrage.

"Just because others have tried and failed, does that mean we should give up and chalk something as impossible. These kinds of things should be done away with as it restrains us and our capabilities."

And with that Red pulled the katana out of his former master's heart as his crimson eyes watched the body fall.

He had no regrets.

Imperial Palace, Kashidine Province of the planet Nolatael

Lady Setepenre

The Enismir Imperial Palace, embedded in the very heart of the capital, is an immense structure composed of lustrous blue stone, sharp metal, and luminous glass. From the domed-shaped base rise a multitude of metallic pillars which support several small spire-shaped towers, the dwellings of the Imperial Secretaries and their families. The royal residence, atop a vast and elegant center tower, is a spherical glass apartment….

In the ten years since her master's death, Setepenre's ambition had never once wavered. With an over-whelming thirst for power, she had single handedly manipulated a small planet into her greatest admirer, and an Emperor into a lover....

Sometimes she wondered how her master, the cold and calculating Darth Meticulus, would feel about the path she was following. She'd been the perfect apprentice, the perfect puppet. Beautiful, intelligent, and ruthless... So much work had gone into making her. But before long, the time came when the puppet had grown tired of being pulled along, and eventually, decided to cut the strings and walk alone...

That's not to say, however, that Setepenre left without her share of scars. For the remained of her life, she would hear the the odd whisper in the back of her mind, a dark figure in her dreams, and even the occasional gesture hidden in her daughter's disposition...

A part of him would always live on; in her. But, Meticulus's death had spelt life for Setepenre, and not once had she ever regretted his disposal...

Still beautiful, still intelligent, and still ruthless, Setepenre had begun afresh in a world where senseless violence and intolerable cruelty had been exchanged for diplomatic corruption and deceptive exploitation.

Here, she would prosper...

Imperial Palace, Kashidine Province of the planet Nolatael

Saren

...and as Meticulus's successor, Lady Setepenre had inherited much of her master's belongings. Inlcuding his enslaved follower, the Sith Stalker Saren.

Saren know knelt before his master, Darth Setepenre and presented her with proof of his latest success in the mission she had given him last time....

Coruscant, Jedi Temple

Keira Nomi

Keira knew she more than liekly wasn't welcome there anymore, but she had something else to take care of. Something she didn't know, but had to find out. Though she'd been forced into the Sith again she felt no such pressure now, Keira had to visit someone she used to know there. A badly beaten, and partially torn picture of this person hung delicately in her hand. "Iego." She spoke rubbing her hand gently down the photo, she then pulled her hood over her head to conceal her identity.

Keira began to wander aimlessely down the halls, she knew finding him would not be easy. But she needed to know something, and if he'd become bitter towards her there was something for her to tell him. Her fears clung to her like water in a sponge. But she kept all this burried just as she hid her feelings from the Sith.

Jedi Temple

Iego Bathina.

Iego sighed as he walked the Temple corridors. Jenna had gone off to kill wamp rats like she usually did and he was off to the mess hall for some chow, then to the meditation chamber where Master Yosa was waiting. He turned down the corridor and stopped.

He glared, righteous indignation flaring up in him as he stared at the face that had haunted him for so long.

"You" he snarled as he ignited his silver lightsaber.

Jedi Temple

Keira Nomi

"Iego... Wait you don't understand." Keira said not even bothering to ignite her lightsaber, she knew fighting him might be the only way. But it was a long shot. She instead drew her dueling swords. "I don't want to hurt you Iego, I'm not like you think I am. Meticulus kidnapped me back on Nar Shadaa, I had no choice. I wanted to come back but I couldn't." She spoke desperately trying to convince him of her genuine feelings. "I have to admit I'm no longer a Jedi, but neither am I a Sith, I'm something else, somewere in between, I'm not your enemy Iego." Keira raised her swords prepared to defend herself, she'd protect herself, but she promised herself she would not strike back at him.

Byakuko

She felt it at once, her rival had returned. A Sith who became a Jedi who became a Sith again... returns to their Jedi?! It was so absurd she would have laughed. Except, she had done something similar 10 years ago. She headed at once for the subtle yet oh too familiar flickers in the Force.

Terel

He felt the sudden flare in Byakuko's heart. It wasn't 'Dark', but the familiarity shocked him. Keira?! He thought it would take even more years to track her down. Or was it a trap?

He reached her at the same time as Byakuko did. "By all that is precious , you're safe! Thank the Force!"

Byakuko eyed her cowled nemesis warily. As if a disguise could hide their shared blood! "Hello? Is there anything we can help you with?"

Then they saw Iego. "What is the meaning of this Iego?!" Terel demanded of him.

"These hallowed halls are not the place for violence!" Added Byakuko, ignoring the fact that the last time they were all here, it was HER that had instigated the bloodshed.

Jedi Temple

Keira Nomi

"Stay back you two this has nothing to do with either of you. I simply need to talk to Iego for a minute. Then I'll most likely be leaving... again." Keira had hoped things would be different, she was caught completely off gaurd by seeing Byakuko there. "I don't want casualties got it? This could get rough." Keira's words hung heavy as they spilled from the lips of an unwilling killer.

Jedi Temple

Iego Bathina

"Out of my way!"

Iego charged forward, brushing Terel aside as he raised his saber in an overcut swing.

"Die!"

Jedi Temple

Keira Nomi

Keira knew that her echani blades stood no chance against a saber. So she ignited her, and defended herself forcing Iego into a saber lock. "I wont hurt you Iego... I refuse. Tell me though why do you hold such disdain for me? Did I do something to hurt you?" She said doing all she could to maintain her ground.

Jedi Temple

Iego Bathina

"You betrayed us, you betrayed us all!"

He pushed harder, forcing her back a step and ignited his second saber. He disengaged and charged again, this time more fluid than before.

Jedi Temple

Keira Nomi

"I never betrayed you, everything I did was to be free from them." Keira pushed his blades to the side with hers gracefully jumping right over Iego's head, then rolling down to the floor. "Surely you can see the truth in my eyes." She stood up lowering her sabers, the look on her face sincere, filled with regret for her actions. "I know I've made some mistakes, but I'm not all bad now can't you feel it?"

Jedi Temple

Iego Bathina

"Liar!, you leave for ten damned years and expect me to be all caring and understanding.!"

He advanced slowly towards her, ready to kill.

Jedi Temple

Keira Nomi

"I had things to take care of I didn't want you to see me as Lady Seductra. I needed to find balance in myself I've made peace with both sides of me. But I suppose that you're convinced of this, perhaps Meticulus was right... Maybe my feelings for you were misplaced. As of this moment you have yet to prove me wrong." Keira then raised up her sabers prepared to defend herself from the next barage of attacks.

Jedi Temple

Iego Bathina

Iego stopped, stared at her for a moment, rage abundant in his eyes, then he sighed and deactivated his lightsabers. He offered no words or any acknowledgment as he turned and began to walk down the corridor

Jedi Temple

Keira Nomi

"But even if he was right, it doesn't change anything. For the record I still feel the same." She deactivated ehr sabers. Meticulus may have been killed a decade ago but still his words hung heavy in her mind, he tormented her while she slept. It seemed that she could never escape the pleague he subjected her to. "I'm sorry Iego... That my actions caused you pain. Not even another ten years will dull my feelings. You'll always have a place at my side." She spoke as she turned and walked slowly toward the exit. a breeze of chilling air blew past Keira sending the photo she was carrying in her pocket alling gently to the floor, on the back was written simply: "Never forget."

Terel

Relieved, Terel ran past Iego. "Keira-Dono! I love you! What about me?!"

Jedi Temple

Iego Bathina

Iego stopped and stood their for a moment. He picked up the picture and stared for a few minutes. Then he growled and crumpled it up before tossing it into the wind. He couldn't just forgive her, he couldn't forget yet he so desperately wanted to. He walked away, and didn't look back.

Goodbye halcyon days.

He watched Terel run after her.

"Fool" he muttered.

Kashidine Imperial Palace

Lady Setepenre

... in Saren's left-hand, a human head petrified in a moment of pure terror, swayed gently with his movements. Setepenre took a step forward, and took the decapitated head from her Sith Stalker as she needed a closer look. She smiles, knowing that at last the pesky Senator Selanno of Coruscant has been silenced.

"Where is the body, Saren?" Setepenre asks, dropping the head carelessly on the floor.

Jedi Temple

Keira Nomi

"Terel you have training to do, and were I walk now you cannot follow. None can follow me." She then continued to walk slowly. Her heart ached the one she thought about every day since her kidnapping only wished to forget her. "I really cannot stay here anymore Terel, I'll only cause more trouble." She then took off running followed only by a stream of tears. Keira ran beyond the city lines, and ran to a spot she'd often go to once before to reflect. She watched the freighters fly in and out of the system, each of them had there place in the universe. The only place Keira could see lead her back to the dark coldness of the Empire her Coleague had established.

Terel

"I would follow you to the very Gates of HELL! My love. I am not a mere child. Why can you not understand that?"

"Hmph! So she turned you down huh? I guess you don't need to worry about cousin trying to kill you! We'll just tell him you'll never join with her. When a woman says 'No', she MEANS 'NO!'." She didn't really care. It just gave her more leverage over her dear Terel-Kun.

Coruscant, Just Outside The Capital

Keira Nomi

"Why'd it have to be like this? I fought so hard just to get here, and for this? Now when I go back I'll have to deal with Icy Setepenre, who will only make the pain worse." Tears began to roll down from her eyes, as once again the glimmer of purpose began to fade from her eyes. "I'm so glad I helped her kill Meticulus, or I'd be dealing to them both telling me how stupid I am for even trying."

Jedi Temple

Farel Rhyeri

Farel felt a twinge of excitement as she stepped into the corridor outside her room.Today was the day all that hard work as a Padawan would finally start to pay off. After the Trials she'd finally be able to go on her own missions, wake up when she wanted to (not when her Master felt prudent) , and fly her own ship.

As she headed off to the dining hall she smiled and bowed to the few Jedi that passed her way, but her head was in the clouds.

Jedi Temple

Iego Bathina

Iego stalked down the corridors, and into the training room. Thankfully it was empty, as he started activating several saber droids, setting them on a particularly high setting and ignited his own sabers. The droids only used training sabers so his chances of any serious injury were minimal. He needed to cool off.

With a shout of rage he charged into the mass, sabers blurring.

Day had broken while Kaira was in her sanctuary, so she reluctantly stood up and stretched. With a sigh she left the Room of a Thousand Fountains and made her way to the mess hall to get breakfast. Many Jedi students were already eating, and Kaira kept her head down as she got her food, avoiding the probing gazes of her peers. I should have gone earlier; at least then I would have missed the morning rush, she thought idly. As she went to sit at a vacant table by herself she felt a set of eyes on her that weren't like the other young students around her. Whoever was staring at her was far older and more powerful than her and her peers. Kaira only hoped that the curious onlooker would ignore her, though she highly doubted she would be left alone.

Sith Academy, Ziost

Koranos/Lord Coeur

“Master Jin Tachi. I have spent the last ten years of my life to understand and imitate you. Today though, I create my own way with your blood. No more beatings, no more sleepless nights filled with torture, no more cruel tricks of the heart, just my life and freedom. If I lose, and I will most certainly die if I do, then I will be free anyways. Through the force I am free.”

With this mind set in place, I snapped the cortosis laced leather gauntlet into place, laced my boots, and clicked my belt-harness snug. I picked up my first two lightsabers and put them on my belt. I put the thirds battery into place, then I rose. My personal slave stepped up to me and placed the cloak over my shoulders, then backed away. My travel to Master Tachi’s quarters was brief, and I was at his door. I pressed the buzzer.

The door slid open and I stepped in. The cloak fell to the ground, and the door shut.

“My child, could it be?” A rich warm voice floated through the dark room. But I knew better than to take it at face value. I knew what kind of pain the owner could cause.

“Could it be, that you have finally built up enough courage,” he paused to cough in a raspy voice, and then went on. “That you have finally built up enough courage to challenge me for my position? I am proud of you, very proud.” He stepped partially into the light, hunched over.

“You were my equal months ago, now you are far my superior. I…”

I held up a hand. “No more words master. You will die in this room, and I will become strong, stronger than you, even stronger than Meticulous was.” I drew and activated my two sabers. “Now draw your weapon and let us fight!” He stood up straight, and with a flick of his wrist activated his lightsaber. “There is something I want you to know Koranos, here.” He tossed a small square at me, which I caught. It activated at my touch, and a family holograph sprung up from it, two men and a toddler boy were smiling. The oldest was a young version of Master Tachi, the other man was unknown to Koranos, and the toddler was Koranos. I looked at this, then slipped it into a pocket. Then I took up the original Vaapad fighting stance. He saluted me with his saber, then lunged at me.

He was fast for an old man, but his age did limit his movements enough so that I could see that I was a match for the old master. Still, his defense was solid, and I could hardly break through. We exchanged thrusts, parries, and swipes for a minute or two, when he unleashed a hellstorm of lightning. I blocked it, and when the stream of electricity stopped flowing past me I launched a string of attacks and ended it with my scizor attack. It is a multi-front swipe with one blade high, one blade low from the other side. He was about to lose his leg when a lightsaber cut through his robe and blocked the low swipe. I saw an opportunity. I pushed hard on both sides, then my droid arm split in half and a short saber activated into his chest, a strike that severed his spine. His sabers clattered to the floor. I deactivated mine, and set him on the floor. He grabbed my hand, coughed, and said as he died,

“I…am so…proud… of you, my grandson…” The cold look left his eyes, and his hand fell. And I, Lord Coeur rose from my baptism of blood and fire.

Sith Academy Ziost

Red.

Red was standing in the doorway, his face devoid of emotion.

"So you finally got enough courage, Koranos? Tachi was a weak fool anyways, he would have died eventually."

Jedi Temple

Farel Rhyeri

After waiting in line for what must have been at least thirty minutes, Farel picked up her tray and looked around the dining hall for an empty table. Mercifully, there was one in the back corner with only a young Initiate sitting at it. Silently thanking the Force, she trudged over, careful to avoid the flying Bantha Breakfast Biscuts thrown by the more rambunctious Padawans, and set her tray gently down on the table.

"Hello, mind if I sit here?" She asked. "Everywhere else is full."

Jedi Temple

Kaira Jarbalo

Kaira stared at the newcomer in surprise, shocked that someone wanted to sit by her.

"Sure. . . that's. . . um, okay," she said quietly, not sure how she should respond. After an awkward silence, Kaira spoke again.

"My name's Kaira," she said, attempting a smile that came out as a grimace instead. Social interaction is way beyond my expertise, she thought sadly.

Kashidine Imperial Palace

Saren

He breathed a hollowed metallic breath and a spoke in his metalic voice that echoed a kind of rasp heard from those whose throats were severely sore.

"Disposed of.... as you had requested, master."

Jedi Temple

Farel Rhyeri

"I'm Farel." She paused, at loss at what to say. "Thanks for letting me sit here. Usually the hall isn't this crowded..."

She trailed off and the conversation came to a screeching halt. Farel stared down at her food, desperately searching her brain for something, anything, to say.

"Sorry about this whole awkward silence thing; I'm definitely not the most eloquent being in the Galaxy." She inwardly rolled her eyes at herself; she always found a way to sound totally socially inadaquete, even in front of an Initiate.

Ziost Academy

Ardera

Without Zayn as a confidant, Ardera was very lonely. Since the other Sith initiates were irritating, and quite self-absorbed into discovering the source of their hate, it wasn't difficult to find her own. She learned to duel, and to duel well. The Jedi visions still troubled her during meditation, but fortunately she hadn't yet been discovered that Master Anakin still spoke to her. Her obsession with finding the Chosen One was slowly dying. It's my fault, I let the Dark Side take over in a desire to discover the truth. And she couldn't return to the Jedi Temple. Her eyes wouldn't change back before, why should they now? And in addition, what if the Dark Side did happen to take over at that moment. Killing Jedi was not on her top list of priorities. Dying came first.

Jedi Academy

Zayn

She missed her best friend, but she'd gotten used to not feeling her presence, not hearing her thoughts. Zayn had accepted the fact that her friend was dead, though not quite joined to the Force. Zayn had mastered the Jedi Arts, and serving under several Jedi Masters with great sucess, she did wish to Force that her Knight Trials would soon began. The Room of a Thousand Fountains was a nice place to meditate. She did avoid speaking with the voices, not out of fear, she reasoned, only a precaution, a safeguard. Attachment to even ghosts led to the Dark Side, she thought bitterly.

Jedi Temple

Crystal

Suddenly a young woman in red jedi robes spoke behind Byakuko, her appearance so sudden she might as well have stepped out of thin air. A black canoid is at her heels, growling hostilely at any Force-sensitive not his mistress.

"...Did my eyes deceive me earlier, Gakushi, or did we get a visit from an old classmate?" asks the blind Miraluka. Her wispy crown of feathery blonde hair and wide white eyes gave her a naive appearance with her customarily acid demeanor.

As grating as she sometimes finds the Odeo woman's vanity, she has a fundamental appreciation of her unflappability. Unlike the other Padawans, Byakuko would never flinch at the morbid details of her past. It was incredibly trying to think very little of some grotesque event, only to find it positively horrified 'most people'.

Ord Mantell

Kanya and Tila

"I have a bad feeling about this."

Tila says it. Kanya just thinks it. The Twi'lek (for now) girl glances at the older woman with her, and took the lack of any chastising to keep her opinions to herself as an affirmative. Heartened, she continued.

"I mean, you track this guy all over the worse half of known space, and he comes back here? Kany, we're five blocks from our old apartment for fierfek's sake."

"Yeah, and remember where our kriffing apartment is, Ti. The reason the Rangers are based on Ord Mantell is 'cause half our business is here-"

"-And the other half is on Narsh, I know, I know. But still-" the teenager wrinkled her nose. "I don't like coincidences."

"I know what you mean. But-" Kanya smiles, confident on her home turf. "Even here, Imdarris will have a job and a half disappearing."

Jedi Temple

kaira Jarbalo

Kaira grinned in spite of herself. Suddenly, she wasn't the only one who had trouble talking to other people. With this realization came another; she liked this shy girl who was much like herself, and wouldn't mind being her friend. Finding a sudden surge of bravery, she cleared her throat.

"If you haven't been here long I can show you around. I grew up here, so I know the place like the back of my hand," she said.

Ord Mantell

Alco'ra

The little girl died.

Slamming down the third glass, the hooded and cloaked hybrid let out a ragged sigh. The alcohol burned its way down his throat, driving his breath out with it. Around him, mutters and lowered voices discussed things. This was a discreet establishment, geared for subtle conversation. Any barfights could be carried out at the next bar over, thank you very much.

The little girl died.

The culmination of a five year on again/off again hunt ended in tragedy. His benefactor, a man who lost his only child and had taken Alco'ra in off the streets, was dead two years past. His dying wish was for Alco'ra to find and protect his daughter.

But the little girl died.

For all his weapons and skill, the little girl died.

It was off the books, a moral obligation rather than an actual paying assignment. His reputation for a hard-arsed, dreyl of steel private investigater remained. But inside it was different. He failed. And it hurt bad. There would be no recriminations. But it still hurt bad.

Sith Academy, Ziost

Lord Coeur

"Information, not Courage. I sense you managed your own master." Lord Coeur stated, then clasped his cloak to his shoulders.

Sith Academy, Ziost

Red

"I did, he never suspected anything. However this is unexpected, the betting pool said you would die fighting him."

Sith Academy, Ziost

Lord Coeur

"Their lack of foresight cost them." Coeur chuckled at that, then added, "I trust you didn't lose too much?"

Sith Academy Ziost

Red

"No actually, I cleaned everyone out, seems I was the only one who bet you would win."

Sith Academy, Ziost

Lord Coeur

"Not a surprise to you though? You did kill you master." Coeur pulled his hood over his head and sat down in his old masters meditation chair. "Anyways, what are your planning on doing now that you killed your task master?"

Sith Academy Ziost.

Red made the smallest shrug you could imagine.

"I don't know, honestly all this time we've been training to surpass our masters, now what though?"

Temple, Byakuko

"No, I don't think your eyes 'deceived' you. We did have a visitor. But Iego chased her off. The irony is, he showed far more hate, anger & aggression than I ever saw from her. He was quite the hypocrite. At least you aren't a pretender like they are." She turned to glance at the Vornskr. "You have great skill around animals. I recall a Sith named Dian had similar talents. I wonder what became of that Rancor of his. I have to say that the Sith failed to live up to the reputation I was told. I fact, Rogue Jedi have done far worse to their kind then all of the Sith through the ages. So I suggest you treat Iego with caution." She took a breath of Coruscanti air and went back into the temple. Terel, having stood quietly during their exchange followed, looking forlorn.

Sith Academy, Ziost

Lord Coeur

Coeur thought for a moment. "I suppose we continue to amass power, or try to destroy the Jedi, or something." Coeur shifted into a more comfortable position. "I think we should instigate a galatic war, really. The jedi would probably try and help the winning side and they would lose numbers. If the Sith stay out of it except for indirect but important roles we might come out stronger. Or, we could lead another assault on the Jedi Academy, to try ourselves against Jedi. What do you think?"

Temple

Crystal

Crystal sighed heavily, remaining where she was, and rubbed her vornskr's ears. "I'm not even really sure she wants to be a Jedi, Sweetheart. She still acts just as arrogantly as when she was a Sith, sometimes." Sweetheart rumbled agreeably, more with her petting than her words. "But at least that explains why Iego is all red around the edges. Not like him at all."

Jedi Temple

Iego Bathina

Iego stumbled out of the room, bruised, countless scratches and small burns across his body. He was holding his head in his hands, trying to hold back the tears that would inevitably come. Why did she have to come back, just as he was forgetting her. Why did she torture him in his dreams. Dreams of betrayel and death. Why couldn't she just stay missing and leave him alone.

Ord Mantell

Kanya and Tila

"-Tall guy, redhead. Probably has his left arm bandaged." Kanya was asking the Rodian. Tila, just an anonymous green twi'lek, scanned the crowds. So far, they hadn't gotten so much as a whiff. They'd stopped a tall, cloaked guy- but it had turned out to be a Duros.

Kanya removed her helmet and rubbed her temples, she was feeling the start of a headache. Ever since she'd first seen the warrant for Imdarris's arrest, she had the deepest internal conviction that it was important that she find him. The fact that he'd killed children grated on her, as did the fact that the Jedi themselves had done nothing, so she had to bring him to justice.

Kanya sighed. "It's getting late, and I need a drink. Figure Kayel's place is still open?" Tila, a Ord Mantell native, rolled her eyes.

"Kayel's will still be open when the sun turns into a lump of coal." she affirmed. Kanya might ostensibly live here, but she's only spent a total of a few months out of the past two years on-planet.

Kanya removed the diagonal sash marking her as a Ranger, then rolled it up and put it in her pocket. They then headed to a nearby bar.

The two women holed up in a corner. Kanya ordered Corellian whiskey and Tila fruit juice, unaware that they'd walked right by their prey.

"Oughta ask Kayel." muttered Kanya, eyeing the bartender. Tila snorted.

"Like he'd tell you anything."

Alco'ra can smell a whiff of cinnamon.

Kashidine Imperial Palace

Lady Setepenre

Nodding thoughtfully, Setepenre walked over to the window. She stood there for a moment, looking down at her budding empire from the grandeur of her glass palace. It was satisfying to recall the pitiful original state of Kashidine, her 'gift' from the Emperor, and how it had only taken the help of her High General, Kenris Nomi, and the interest of a few select politicians to set the city anew, freeing it from the sloth and greed that had settled.

The Emperor's Council, the group solely responsible for Setepenre and her circle's disposal, had been horrified to hear of Kashidine's successful reconstruction, and the key roles Setepenre and General Nomi had played. Now, they knew better than to underestimate the power of the concubine and her soldier...

"You've done well..." Setepenre says softly. "You may take your leave, Stalker. For the moment..."

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