Coruscant; In the Councils Opinion [From Mance]

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Cryo:

His composure was cool and calm as he walked up the steps of the Jedi Temple, underneath the surface however he was a raging tide of unease and being unsure of what his future now hel for him. Trudging up the steps he entered the Jedi Temple and stopped. This could be the very last moment he would enter this place as a Padawan. After today he could be possibly exiled from the Order. Sighing he bowed his head and then continued on his path towards the Council.

Turning he faced Anka and spoke, "I think you should probably wait in the interior of Temple and wait for me or some one else to come and summon you to the council chambers. It shouldn't be to long and that way you can get a feel for your surroundings and let me inform the Council of your presence."

A thought echoed through his mind, hoping that Ryl had met it to the Council first, the last thing he needed was to try and explain what happened to them. Ryl would be him up and help him in this situation and would not turn his back on him to no matter if he fell or not. If he indeed falls, it would be Ryl who would try and bring him back, just as he did when they first ecountered each other. Letting out a breath he looked up towards the large doors that held the council chambers.


There were several Jedi Knights milling about and they all regarding him wtih a measure of respect. It was true that his rank in the Order was Padawan, but he had far more experience with his previous training then most of the other Padawans. This made the others slightly wary of him, especially whne they were sparring. Nodding at the few he recognized he climbed the steps to the Council room and stopped again. There was only peace...it echoed through his mind as he finally managed to calm himself. The doors slid opened and he stepped in focusing his thoughts and ready for whatever was going to happen next.

Anka:

Anka stayed still as long as she could, waiting and waiting for Cryo as she watched the many Jedi pass her by. Shifting back and forth on her feet, she grabbed her pike and her bag and headed back out of the Jedi temple. She had been searching for too long and even though she owed the two Jedi her life, it wasn't enough to keep her from continuing on.

Marching through the crowd, she saw what looked to be some kind of dive bar, pushing her way inside, she looked around, though she wasn't always quite sure what it was that she was looking for.

All she knew was that she had to find the one that had killed her slave compaion. The girl had done nothing more than spill a drink on a clean floor, and Anka had seen her murdered in cold blood right before her eyes.

Shortly after, Anka had escaped and ran away until she was picked up and taken to a safe haven, until she found herself in quite the mess which landed her in the cell that Ryl had broken her out of.

Looking around the bar, her lekku twitched as she heard the catcalls and whistles, sliding to the bar and smiling at the bartender "Jee chik youngee Wankee Jeedai Killee Yuba."

The eyes of the man said it all as he only spoke one word to her "Tattoine". Nodding her head, Anka gathered her things and ran out of the bar, heading to Cryo's ship and racing up the ramp.

Sitting down in the chair, she was startled as the droid that he called Tate began to speak in a flurry of beeps "It's alright, he's fine, he said I could borrow the ship, I'm leaving it to you to get us there, we need to go to Tattoine."

Watching the droid scurry off in a blur of beeps and other noises, she wasn't sure at first that he was going to believe her, until the ramp began to close and the engines roared to life.

Anka knew that there was going to be a fair price to pay for stealing Cryo's ship, but as they took off for Tattoine, she hoped that he would understand, she had to go, but she would deal with the consequences when he found her...and she knew that he would.

Ne’tra Solus:

Though his words were of welcome, noting that he was glad she chose to come, she couldn’t help but think that liar or not, he was lying just then. “Of course,” she said with a smile, “Such a warm invite, I just couldn’t turn it down.” However as he left the ship, the ramp jerking slightly beneath the weight of the trio she lingered behind. No way would she be leaving her ship opened and vulnerable for just anyone to board, especially here, somewhat out of her element. Quickly she moved about the ship, peering into the choobiepit at the droid that seemed inactive for the moment, leaving instructions of lockdown to ensure that without her presence no other would be able to board. Having a crafty Rodian spring upon her from behind had left a sour taste to her lips. Only when satisfied did she emerge from the Ne’tra Solus, standing proud for a pause as the ramp ascended.

Everyone had their own thoughts of Coruscant if they had ever been upon it’s surface, and now she had hers. Memories of many a night spent with Niiva and company in one of the several cantinas, visions of quaint sunsets as she trespassed within a garden for solitude, and even a few faces that made her smile. She began to walk as she mentally flipped through the photo journal of her mind, snapshots and videos portrayed, somehow leaving out less desirable thoughts. As sullen as she could have been after sharing the delightful confrontation with the Jedi that ended with her silence, she was anything but. The air was fresh, the skyline was alive, and she was tossed by her own will out of the bend of metal that was her only real home.

Naro Mevek:

An hour at the cantina and by this time Naro had been a few credit's short and somewhat enebreated, something he does a lot when he has a few extra credits to spends and no job to do. Meeting up with two friends, a bald average height and average weight Nabooian male named Fellen, the other a thin short Corellian female named Iliria and also a new wookie companion of theirs who he had never met named Rendur, that had been back to Corrucant from one of their business runs.

"D'you know what, I think im gonna buy you guys another round....cause you all look like yeh need it." slightly wobbling to the bar diggin in his front pocket for his fundings. Before Naro had been too far out of voice range Iliria quickly adds, ."No thanks Naro, i have had enough, besides, you know i don't drink too much." Naro with a drunken smile on his face replies, "Aye aye....i guess i'll just buy the wookie two then." Not waiting for a reply from the other two he orders four more drinks.

"So what have you been upto lately Naro?" Asks Fellen trying to catch up on lost times. "Well....I can't say....that's part of my classified information." Naro replies with the smile now painted on his face due to the alcohol in his system.

Noticing someone snatching up the drink next to him, Naro reatches out and grabs the culprits arm, "Hey you, ugly...that's my drink." Noticing a naturally attractive female Zeltron clenched in his hands saying: "Are you sure?....Because I swear I had set my drink here." in a flirtacious tone.

Aware of what the Zeltrons are capable of Naro quickly replies with "Yes..I know it's mine because im broke." with the same fake smile on his face, but in a dull yet non-too serious tone. "I see..." Say's the woman, completly aware that her approach had failed, then walks off disappearing in the throng of people. Naro turning back to his friend's realizes the surprised looks on their faces on how well he had handled the woman, "Well i guess she wasn't so ugly." Making Fellen nearly choke on his drink and causing Iliria to laugh slightly.

Wiping the liquids off of the table in front of him Fellen ask's, "Where did you learn to deal with them like that?...cause I know if that would have happened to me I would have been all over her." ignoring the cold stare from Iliria. "If you have had as many near death expieriences as I have from them...you would also know how to avoid them." remembering that he was broke Naro then says, "Guess what....it's your guys' turns to buy the drinks."

Now three hours into the bar and Naro can barely get out of his seat, which he hasn't planned on doing for while. "dso you Know what..t...Rndur....you are such a laid back guy..buts...yer crasy..." Naro says while staring into his empty glass. The wookie replies with a few growls and groans, the ex-soldier blankly stairs at him with not the slightest clue to what he said and continues on "Yer so crasy...but thasz what i like abouts yeh." and with that he stands up from his seat, pointing back at the wookie "I like you....buts yer crasy." And stumbles towards the bar once again, looking for Fellen who had left with Iliria nearly an hour ago.

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Ryl Mevek:

Towering skyscrapers reached towards the heavens like grasping hands. Sweeping up from the city planets surface. Generations upon generations of contrustruction creating one of the most amazing creations in the galaxy. The Manari mountains visible in the distance, hundreds of floating restaruants rotating around them, clustered about like an astroid belt. The skyscrapers blocked out all sunlight, making the ground level of Coruscant shadowed, artificial illumination creating lightsources where the suns rays could not.

His walk carried them towards Processional Way, crowded as usual seemingly no matter what time it was. Thousands of flying vehicles, speeders, cars, ships. All shot back and forth above them, zooming around between towers, buildings, structures... visible only because it stood higher than even the highest constructs stood the ziggurat that was the Jedi Temple.

He looked over his shoulder making sure all were still near him. Walking over towards one of the shuttles. The fastest route to get to the end of the promenade. The 'ferryman' with his oddly shaped cone hat, tipped his head to Ryl, " Jedi... good to see you again. " Ryl Mevek nodded in return, tugging the Rodians aboard as other passengers stepped onto the floating platform as well. Awaiting Dyn'la before they took flight. " Seems you've been having fun as usual. "

" Always do, Taghr. Always. " He gave the man a small slight smile before slipping into silence, the other man didn't seem to pay much attention as he began pushing foreward several dials, engines firing up.

Ne’tra Solus:

A chameleon of expression, Dyn’la easily moved from a state of conflict to a more composed appearance, agreeable and quiet. Through the years she had learned to be many things, always a time and place for everything. The Ne’tra Solus being one of the few areas where she could be herself and face little consequence. She listened to the driver and the jedi exchange casual words of recognition and wondered if that was the routine of his life. When given the chance she often found herself observing others, finding that no matter what someone felt, that by reaction when asked how they were, more often than not they would reply with simple pleasantries and feign happiness. As she stepped onto the platform, she gave the man a quaint nod but said nothing.

Again Niiva crossed her mind, and she turned her face away from all to cast a gaze of reflected thought out into the chaotic movements that spanned for as far as the eye could see. She’d not thought so frequently of Niiva for more than a years time and could only begin to wonder if the occasional sensitivity she found when caught between a day dream and reality had come now to prepare her for a blow. Her hand raised as she thought, brushing away the strands of wild hair battling against her eyes. It was a moment of collective thought, where her mind normally flickered from one to the next, she found herself consumed by images of shared times with Niiva, a strong urgency making her desire to see an old friend all the stronger. From the outside, Dyn’la was a hard case to understand, so often she changed, holding an abundance of faces and outlooks, very few people ever came to actually know her for what she was truly worth. The jedi, and his council would likely be no different from the rest of the population, though she had no real idea what they were all about having spent much of her time just out of their grasp, more in travels and adventure than one set location.

Ryl Mevek:

The ride wasn't all that long. Soon they were getting off inside the Temple Precinct surrounding the Jedi Temple. The tallest spire in the center known as the Temple spire was flanked by four other small towers, each of them having its own significant meaning, and use.

He led them to the center. Walking at a brisk pace, forcing the captives to keep up. Legs scrambling after the taller Kiffar. He didn't pause to look back as his walk carried him swiftly up the front steps into the inner chambers of the Temple. To the south there were gardens outside, not stopping to let them look upon them much, once inside they ceiling opened up. Domed and supported by pillars on each side, red flooring with a carpet that ran up a double walkway, seperated in the center by two arches that connected running to the floor. All about him Jedi, younglings, padawan, knights and even a few masters roamed. Non-Force sensitive guards, stood at intervals, keeping watch over things, people milled about. Walking from one place to another on their own tasks.

Motioning one of the Temple Guards over Ryl waited, the medium built crop cut haired man approached with a crisp stride. Giving Ryl a respectful nod. " Sir? " Ryl waved off all the formalities with a shake of his head, " Don't call me that Em. "

" Sorry Ryl... just used to regulation " Ryl nodded his head in understanding, motioning towards the Rodians. " These two are prisoners from Smugglers Run, I believe they have some sort of connections to my last assignment. See them to some holding cells and make sure they are questioned thoroughly. " Em as he was called did snappy bow, then took up the cord.

" Come on boys. " Was all that was said as he hauled them off. Leaving Ryl and Dyn'la alone for the moment.

" This way. " he took off, on a path up the stairs, making way down some of the dormitory hallways, before pausing. Turning to overlook her once, before speaking " You can stay here if you wish, I must talk to the Council alone, but it shouldn't take long. I'll send someone down to make sure you are taken care of. I'll have you shown the Room of a Thousand Fountains if you would like, it's a peaceful place. Better than standing here in the hall, unless you would like to just have a room to hole up in? "

Ne’tra Solus:

The ride brief as it was had left her adrift in the vacant depths of space, her mind picking through waves of feeling thoughtfully. As the jedi and his responsibilities stepped down from the platform of transportation she remained, until being snapped by her daze. The eerie notion that someone was watching her prickling over the fine hairs settled just at the base of her neck, causing her to blush as she turned to look at the driver. He said nothing, and neither did she, but it was clear that he was busy and ready to continue with his task. With a soundless hop she left the platform and tailed the trio.

All around her people seemed happy, leaving her skeptical and held in silence. Forever thinking, every step further into the temple she stood taller, avoiding the carefree slouch and stride of a lesser criminal mind, working to blend, though the tapered downturn corner of her mouth made her stick out. She was a stranger here and quite out of her element. More content in watching the mix of people bleeding in and out of doors and hallways to merge then separate, she paid little mind to the parting of the Rodians or the jedi admitting that they had come for him. There were so many things to watch, and the ability to do so in the company of someone who did belong was abused horribly.

“This way,” she did hear, and turned her attentions to the man quick to leave her standing idle if she did not pay more mind to his direction. Remembering as she followed behind him the real reason, or at least the reason why she convinced herself that she’d come, she thought of payment, curious as to what his, or the councils idea of generous happened to be. There had been no set price, things had been far too up in the air for her to even make quotes of such. When the fast paced walk came to an abrupt stop, both left in the stretch of hallway that she worked to map into her mind as to not become lost later, her eyes lifted to stare blatantly up into his own.

“I’ll manage just fine on my own,” she said faking a smile, “You can rest assured I wont be leaving any time soon without being paid.” Which was the truth, a stickler when it came to getting what was owed her no matter how large or small it would be. There would be plenty to explore here, being thus far freely permitted to do so. The idea of being stuck in a single room no matter how pleasant it may be, seemed more like a chance to lock her away, a pleasant jail. That certainly was not to her liking. Not holding him up further, she turned and began to walk back in the very direction that he’d brought her, a slow pace in the event that he had something further to add to the short lived conversation.

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Ryl Mevek:

He didn't wait to say anything, having already told her enough times she would be paid. Giving he one look that met the blatant stare, holding it for but a second or so before he strode down the hall. Leaving her to occupy herself. His stride up and down the hallways took him closer to the Council Chambers.

One of the younglings catching his eyes. " Yesje! Come here lad. " The small thin framed boy of perhaps no more than eleven looked startled, coming to a stop. " What!? " was an instant response. Until he seen the tattooed dark frame of the Jedi Knight standing not far from him.

" Ohhh, sorry Ryl! " The kid piped up. A large smile splitting his features from almost ear to ear. " What are you wearing!!! Hahah! " Getting ready to speak again.

" I'm in a hurry so be quiet. Don't they teach you manners down there anymore..." Irritation at the childs constant chattering, already wearing at him and he hadn't even began to speak yet. The kid known throughout the temple for his rather talkative outright blunt ways. " There is a woman below... " struggling with words to describe her he reached his hand out suddenly grasping the youths shoulder. Imprinting an image mentally as best he could. " Her... I want you to go keep her company, don't tell her that you were sent. "

The boys mouth turned into a larger smile as he seen the image, nodding his head quickly. " I'll show her around! It's better than listening to Master Gogats speeches!! "

Ryl shooks his head, releasing a sigh as he just nodded, not much listening to the lad now. " Just go, make sure she doesn't wander too far, and don't show her around more than the gardens. I don't want to have to hunt you down when I get back. "

With those words he left the child behind him as a smile formed to his lips, knowing she would have fun with that one. Hurridly continuing his previous course to the Council Chambers.

Ne’tra Solus:

A great wave of relief filled her as they parted ways for the first time since she’d found him aboard her ship. She didn’t dislike him, if anything he provided a break in the norm and was welcomed whether she’d admit it or not, but to grow too close to someone, form any ounce of attachment or nurture a friendship would only prove to be an additional weakness. That much she could do without, especially after the loss of her crew, and now worries of Niiva looming in the back of her mind.

With ease she found her way out of the hallway, backtracking the earlier route until faced with a large room people of variety on display once again. She paused by the mouth of the hallway, the vastness of the room settling upon her, drowned out by the surging life of others. A smile met her lips as she watched, then continued forward to follow the outer edge, hand to the wall, fingers skipping playfully over the surface. Left to roam free for only ten minutes, Dyn’la did not get very far at all. She’d only just begun ascending more stairs, her destination unknown, curiosity her guide when an unfamiliar voice chimed in just to her left.

“Hi!” said the boy, his face bright as he smiled up at her.
She stopped and turned to look at him, her lashes fluttering with confusion, then she looked around.
“Mmm, Hello,” she said cautiously. Not that she feared him, but she had no idea why a the boy would be so friendly. She began to walk again, simple pleasantries of a passer by over, surely he had something more important to be doing, or so she thought. He walked with her however, matching her stride eagerly. “Where ya goin?” he asked. And again she paused, the heel of her boot settling against a step.
“Just looking around, while I wait,” she tried to keep her answers short, the boy was cute, but he interrupted her thoughts and held her up from doing… well, absolutely nothing, but to her, that was beside the point.
“Wait for what?” he pried deeper, baiting her with his youth, seeming so innocent of intentions.

“Not for what, but who,” she could have bitten her tongue in half, knowing that he’d only ask yet another question. So rather than wait for the question that his lips already had begun to form, she smiled down at him and said, “And as to whom I’m waiting for, it’s of little importance.”
He appeared to be wounded by the inability to ask the question he had in mind, that and the fact that she refused to confide in him.
“My names Yesje,” he said quite out of the blue.
And then she turned her complete focus upon him, eyes amused, the smile still perking her cheeks high and whispered.
“Well met Yesje, but do they not warn you here against speaking to strangers?”

He offered a smirk, and rubbed his hands together softly before they vanished behind his back, almost a look of diplomacy in the way he carried himself.
“Of course they do, but as soon as you tell me your name, you wont be a stranger anymore…” now it was the boy that looked amused, proud that he’d caught up with the woman in a timely manner, and then successfully obtained her focus.
She shook her head, for now Yesje had won, and she would entertain him as he entertained her. A soft laugh played with her breath and then spoke her name. “Dyn’la… is my name.”

Cryo:

Wait...that is what the council wished him to do. It was obvious that Ryl had not seen them yet. They were indeed nice enough to wait to here what the Jedi Knight had to say before they passed judgement. So there he was pacing up and down the halls waiting for them to see him. This was almost to much for him to bear, at first he did not want to go in there, but now it was like the suspense was killing him. All he wanted to do was get it over with and let his life move on.

A few younglings strolled by smiles broad on their faces as the passed by Cryo. A few of them waved some of them he knew from classes, often he demonstrated for them light saber techniques. What could he say as a Padawan he was by far the most advanced in combat techniques. Clenching and unclenching his fists he paced back down the hall again. There was almost a spark of anger deep inside of him, but he quenched it quickly. Waiting wasn't so bad, it gave him time to think. Taking off his robe he tosses it over his shoulder. Maybe this was a test? Maybe they were making him wait to test his patience, to see if he would really blow a fuse if they made him wait to long. They wouldn't break him like this though, he refused to go out on some test of patience.

Dropping down into a crosslegged position in the hall he attempted to clear his mind and focus for a few moments. Might as well take a few moments and meditate. What harm could it do him? Closing his eyes he started to repeat the Jedi Code in his mind, and for a moment he fought against speaking a different code in his head. Shaking his head he dismissed the darkness in his thinking and focused on the real Jedi Code. After a few moments a messenger arrived and relayed to him that the Jedi Council was ready to see him now. Standing he donned his robes and entered the Council's chambers, ready for whatever would happen next.

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Overlooking the city of Coruscant within the highest most spire of the Jedi Temple sat the Council, arrayed around a circle, within the circle sat some of the greatest of Jedi minds. Silence fell over the room as Cryo entered.

Of the twelve Masters only eight were present, five physical forms of the Kana Anjek, Wan Mattac, Murgo Kahf, Jarvo Genmi and Artora Soryk. The other three being holonet projections of the other three Ras Kal-oda, Si'Dvasi and Rudo Miransi.


All regarded the former Sith turned Jedi padawan quietly for sometime before the image of the horned togruta Si'Dvasi spoke. " It has been awhile since you came before us Cryo Sjame. We will be foreward in our conversation with you. Concern has been expressed over your progress, some amongst our brethren still feel you are a threat, that you are too much gone to the darkside. Tonight we are going to learn abit more of your thoughts, and of your experiences so far... "

" We would like to hear of your latest rescue mission. " Jarvo Genmi, perhaps the most powerful known healer in the Force put in, " Lives were lost, more than was necessary... this I felt, a very sad thing, very sad." The sullustan's large eyelids blinked over huge black ovals as it repeated its words to itself, one of the Jedi Healers quirks.

" We believe you were the source of this. " Blurted out Ras Kal-Foda. His large cone-shaped head blurring in and out as he appeared to lean foreward in his chair, clutching the arm of it. " You and your friend Ryl Mevek." he spat the other Kiffars name out like it was foul tasting. His eyes narrowed to hard slits.

" Such hostility Master Kal-Foda... you should learn to smile abit more "quipped in Rudo Miransi, also another holonet projection. A slight warm smile sitting on his lips. Amusement in his eyes.

A growl of sorts escaped Ras as he leaned back into his seat, somewhat folding into it. His blue wavery holo-projection looking slightly annoyed.

The blind Miraluka tipped her chin up, speaking above the others. " We worry you are not getting enough guidance padawan Sjame, you are far too old for any Master to consider. We all have taught you what we can, you must teach yourself the majority of the rest, and without a Master we know not what direction you will take your learnings. This worries many of us. "

Wan Mattac's green face peeled into a smile as he observed Cryo. " Alot of progress has been made though, we are just are thinking of your future now. There is more darkness to your heart recently, some we had not seen before in you. A love of violence. That is a frightening thing. "

" You may very well be one of our rare, unheard of Masterless Jedi. " mused Kana Anjek, keeper of the Jedi's Libraries. " A breach in our normal protocol. " She rapped her long fingers upon her robed knee, observing and recording everything with her photographic memory.

Si'Dvasi once more spoke, his voice causing the others to go quiet. " It is your turn to talk, explain to us your thoughts, and your last task. Then we will speak of the rest. "

Several of the other members having not spoken at all, opting for silence at this point in time.

Ne’tra Solus:

Before long it wasn’t so much that Dyn’la was being followed by the boy, but instead he had begun to lead her around. His conversation for a child of his age kept her tuned in, fascinated to meet a child of the Jedi Temple. He certainly didn’t cross her as brainwashed, though he was still young, she supposed that it would come in time as would his responsibilities. Had she the time to dwell upon thought, she would have surely found his future to be bleak by her standards, his life dedicated to serving under the Jedi Council, to be selfless, always a model citizen setting the example for others. For now however, he kept her so busied in conversation, it was but a fleeting side thought.

“and this is where vegetables and herbs are grown for the kitchens,” he continued, pointing at various plants soon to be harvested, artificial lighting from above giving the illusion that the sun itself nourished the greenery.
She reached out and plucked free two leaves from a plant that had plush green leaves with hints of orange tracing the stem and brought them to her nose inhaling with a smile. It held a distinctly sweet scent with a tinge of mint. The boy laughed as he watched though his eyes were wary, constantly searching for the woman that cared for the gardens primarily. “Pollugati would put you to work for that,” he whispered, memories of being caught garden snipping forever locked to his mind. “She’s nice, but she doesn’t like anyone messing with her gardens, at all,” he reached out to tug her along, not content with the tour he’d offered so far. It was easy enough to catch the hint. Dyn’la pocketed the two small leaves and resumed following Yesje.

As she followed him without resistance he released his mild grip over her arm. The two didn’t exactly blend into the usual setting of the temple, but somehow they managed, looking as if they’d known each other for much longer than their acquaintance had allowed. Dyn’la had a fondness for children, perhaps because she had none of her own, or even the ambition to create a family, matched by the fact that she so rarely had a chance to be around them. That being part of why she found such easy tolerance when met by a child, rather than her typical condescending behavior when around adults. Children were prone to being less guarded emotionally, feeling the world around them in many ways, while adults were not only fast to judge, but even faster to brick themselves off.

“Where is the fountain room?” she finally asked him as they walked, remembering that Ryl had made note of it. Surely something that he found impressive, as he seemed so distant and robotic by demeanor must be worth seeing. The boys never fading smile only widened as she questioned him.
“You mean the room of a thousand fountains,” he corrected as he pointed ahead hand tilting more to the left. “I think you’ll like it there.”

Cryo:

His eyes closed for several moments as he listened to the Council speak. These were the most respected and wise individuals in the galaxy and they were both intrigued by him and worried. The darkness that lay in his heart recently is what worried them. Now it was his turn to speak and try to explain himself. To give the Jedi his take on what happened at the mission and to explain his thoughts

“First I must thank you for allowing me to speak and explain what happened, I know sometimes it is quite easier to pass judgment before receiving the full account of what has happened, which you will have to talk to Ryl as well.”

“As for the task I was on it began when I crossed into the Altyr system on transit to speak with you about the diplomatic mission I was on, which went well might I add. But back on topic I received what I thought was a telepathic distress from someone. It felt like the individual was close to me and I calculated that it was one of the Jedi Order. I was fired upon by the ship that was leaving the planet, which I found contained the sender of the message, which was indeed a Jedi, Ryl Mevek to be precise. They jumped to hyper speed before I could get a chance to board the ship, or attach a tracking device. I decided my next course of action was to land on the planet and search for any clues that might give me the location of where they were going.”

Pausing for a moment he took a deep breath and he glanced around the room, looking at all of the masters. Exhaling softly he watched as they all nodded for him to continue and he prepared to give them the violent parts.

“I exited my craft and started towards what I thought was a large base. I hadn’t been on planet very long when I was attacked by a group of armed men. I fought back and after…dispatching of them I continued. I managed to make it into the base undetected and found what I needed and then on my way out the alarm was keyed and I had to fight my way back to my ship. I left the planet in a hurry and went to where they had taken Ryl. I fought my way in their before getting a message from Ryl that he was safe and gave me the task of rescuing a Twi’lek prisoner named Anka. I did as he asked and we fought our way back out against mostly droids. On the outside we helped a struggling soldier and then we left and arrived here shortly after. I do not know what happened to Ryl after he left the planet; I have not spoken to him sense.”

“Of course this is a summarized account, but I believe that I covered the most important parts, Ryl can give you more information about those that attacked us.”

“As for my thoughts…it is difficult for me to explain how I am feeling at the moment. I to feel the darkness that is lurking inside my body. There is some taint of the Dark Side that I cannot seem to remove. I believe it was some lasting remnant of the battle Jedi Knight Ryl and I fought with my former Sith Master.” His cybernetic arm clinched for a moment and it form a fist and then released.

“Recently it has only been manifesting in my sleep, when I dream. I see visions of past deeds done when I was a Sith Apprentice, up to and including the final battle with my former Master. But when I was fighting on the planet it seemed to manifest itself and I almost lost complete control and I am sorry for the needless amount of life that was lost. I do not believe that I would fall back to where I was before joining the Jedi, but I will admit that it is difficult for me. Perhaps when I arrived and stood before you 5 years ago we should have acted different. It would appear that being a Master less Padawan has affected my judgments and wisdom. My final thought is simply a summary there is still darkness in my heart, but I do my best to fight it and I refuse to let it take complete control of me again, ever."

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As Cryo finished speaking the Council seemed to all fall into a near unnatural silence. Glancing from one to another before Master Miransi spoke.

" I think he's doing well so far. Considering his past. He is here before us, we can consider him worthy of the task. "

Artora Soryk interrupted Rudo before he could continue. Lifting her hand up, " Let us not get ahead of ourselves... the fact of the matter is, can we trust him? Can he trust himself. He has exhibited and extreme pension for violence, one we cannot condone, this rescue attempt cannot go overlooked. Nor can we have any of these rash actions reflecting on the rest of the Jedi... "

" Test him, that is what this will do then. " Wan Mattac the stooping giant rumbled with his pleasant voice. " Send him on the task, let this see if it will draw forth the dark side in him. If so than he has failed, if not. Then we no longer need to question him like we are now. "

A grumble from Ras came forth as the green Master finished speaking. " And if he is to switch sides? Then we will have two fallen to deal with, not just one. Already we have lost lives... should we make them stronger yet by sending over one who already struggles with the dark side."

" It is settled then. " Spoke Si'Dvasi. " He shall have the mission appointed to him, " the Council still carrying on as though Cryo were not standing before them. The wavering holo form of Master Si stared towards the padawan. " You will show us final proof of your loyalty, and begin your steps towards becoming a Jedi Knight by seeking out former Jedi Consular Larr'hes. No other Jedi may assist you, this is yours and yours alone. Perhaps you know of him, he was once one of our Archaeologists, but he seems to have had his own encounter with the dark side, one that he has lost to. Already he has slain his own padawan, Yvula Tobell and another of our Knights. " Devoid of sound the room waited for Si to continue, waiting as he seemed to be contemplating.

" We would prefer he be brought back alive, for both of your sakes. Do as you feel you must however, you are after all a Jedi, despite your past youth. Exhibit to us you have learned more than just efficiency in combat. " Si'Dvasi after these words left him seemed to fade from view, the holonet projection vanishing. Causing small notice to come from any of the other members.

" The information on Larr'hes where abouts and everything else you need to know will be sent to your quarters. Rest up. Then be on your way. " Kanya said in her almost robotic way.

Murgo Kahf offered a small smile, as they seemingly dismissed him, " May the Force be with you Cryo Sjame. "

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Ryl Mevek:

Ryl Mevek stood outside the Council Chambers, knowing currently they had Cryo inside. His arms folded across his chest, leaning against the pillar closest to the wall. His head down, lost in thought. Still wearing the rugged spacers outfit.

Awaiting the exit of Cryo so he could speak to him a moment before he had to enter himself, and face the Masters. His hand reached down, fingers fishing up the broken glass tube from his hip pouch, Sith Alchemy? What else could make something so vile? He mused himself with his thoughts, turning it over in his fingertips. Being careful not to touch the green ichor that clung to its jagged broken edges, remembering tales of times during the Sith Wars when Sith drugs and poisons were used on Jedi to turn them, take their powers or worse.

Perhaps it wasn't Sith at all, perhaps it was simply some form of bio-engineering. He lifted his eyes towards the door, putting it back inside the pouch sealing it to return to his earlier position arms 'akimbo' across his chest. Letting his head drop once more, waiting patiently. Slightly curious as to how Dyn'la was faring with her new youngling friend. The ghost of a smile forming upon his lips.

Ne’tra Solus:

The boy continued to chatter, pointing out several people as they passed, making his blunt observations that continuously had her shaking her head and smiling. He was every bit as lively and thought provoking as she had been and continued to be when not shielding herself.
“What am I keeping you from anyways?” she asked as they walked. He was for the first time slow to respond, his eyes glancing off to the side as he remembered being told not to confide that he’d been sent to find her. Dyn’la didn’t seem to notice his hesitation in replying, her stride unbroken as the delectable scent of fresh air filtered free in a soul touching breath from the hall adjoined by the room of a thousand fountains.
“Master Gogat,” he said in a swallowed breath. “I was supposed to be attending a class to listen to his another looong speech, and then I saw you, and I…”

Here they met with the room together, she stood upon the stone walkway, the entrance arching into a mighty mouth with vines climbing upwards in a mess of a tangle that in its own right was fetching and orderly. Not only did Yesje appear small by the vastness of the area set aside for such beauty, but Dyn’la as well. Sounds of water splashing against rocks that were far more aged than the two combined ran rampant, a needy stillness to the air denied by the spray of mist brought on by rushing water lulling the beholder into a trance, enchanting open eyes so that only a serene calm could fill the soul. Yesje had been here many a time, yet he still fell prey to the power, his tongue in constant motion swollen into silence. Dyn’la however had never been here, and while she’d seen many places of untold beauty, this was by far one of the few that left her lips parted, eyes wide and exploring. Every step taken only compelled her to take another before she uttered a single word.

“I suppose you will have some explaining to do,” even in speaking she didn’t truly say anything, it was a closing note to her inquiry of earlier.
“I suppose,” he chirped, watching the woman closely, holding a matured understanding as to how she must feel when being embraced by the setting. Slowly they strolled along the path, quietly as they passed areas set aside for meditation, until coming to the center most part of the garden. There before them stood a scene of heart touching magnitude. Perhaps the boy did not find it so alluring, but Dyn’la could hardly pry her eyes from it.

A pond of all things, creatures just beneath the surface, plants floating with ease, and then amidst the middle a fountain of spectacular size. Her head tilted to the side, lengthy strands of wild hair falling free over her shoulder as her smile faded. The boy understood that she had become fascinated by the sight and sat down by the waters edge propped half on a protruding block of marble with words etched top to bottom, one foot dangling in a slow sweep to and fro while the other remained planted upon the stone cobble.
“They have lots of stories that surround this fountain, why it’s in the center and why it seems so much more detailed than the rest,” he offered softly, she listened curiously.
“Once I was brought here, with a class, and asked to create my own story of what it means, we all were,” he smiled as his attentions turned towards the figure that stood taller than the rest.
“I could tell you.”
“I would like that very much Yesje,” and then she too seated herself awaiting the story from the boy.

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Barklike gray skin rippled as a branchlike arm rolled upwards, drawing in lifting up water cupped into a bowl shaped twisting mass of gnarled roots, which would essentially be Grolms hand. Brownish foliage clung to his form, hanging around the upper parts of his massive body, around what could only be called a head black green vegetable 'fur' that very much resembled hair lay, dropping down over shoulders and around his 'face' to form a thick beard. Rootlike anchors held it to the ground, making the Neti seem as though he were indeed just a tree. Mist from the fountains swirling up around him, water droplets spotting its hide.

Only the observant would see him, hunched over as he were, basking in the beauty of the garden. Overhearing the voices of the smuggler Dyn'la and the youngling Yesje his head turned, a rumbling voice reaching out towards their ears as he spoke. " Greetings be to you both, Yesje should you not be at class... " the language understandable since it was a thickly drawn out basic Galactic.

Yesje stepped behind Dyn'la as though he were hiding from the plant creature. Peering around her hip with one eye. " Yes Master Grolm, I was but Master Ryl said I should keep Dyn'la out of trouble and keep her company. " He unrealizing of what he said, just began to ramble off more of an excuse, which got a rolling chuckle from the Neti. " Run along then, I shall keep her company. You have tutoring to be doing, and the sun tells me it is about time for lightsaber practice anyways. "

At that the boy's eyes perked up, looking suddenly very excited. " Nice to meet you Miss Dyn'la, I got to go though!!! " With that he was sprinting, leaping over a part of the garden. Running past some of the other garden inhabitants.

" A very soulful child. " The being remarked, eyes turning to look towards the half-breed curiously. " Your name would be Dyn'la? I am Grolm. A pleasure. " He said, doing what could be a bow, the center of the mass of tree, bark and limbs bending foreward with a groan of what might be wood moving against wood.

Ne’tra Solus

The boy laughed, his hair curling into tight ringlets as the mist gathered about the room dampened his scalp. She looked at him, and then beyond him, the tension built over years of life altering decision making easing, shoulders rolling into a relaxed posture as the story began.
“That lady there,” he pointed to the woman nearly barren of clothing, a marbled skirt clinging against her form as if in life she had stood in the knelt, her arms reaching skyward, proud shoulders that could hold the weight of any world while her face was distressed. Morbid lines of sorrow weeping from her eyes for all eternity, or at least as long as the statue stood.

“They say she is representing the mother, the beginning of her race,” his hand wavered as he pointed out the smaller beings by her bent knee touching down within the water. “Those were her children, you see how some smile and play, others work and toil, and then, the dying and new life to come of it.” The statue was far more elaborate than she had originally taken note of. While the woman portrayed had been carved of a distinct white marble, several faces and forms sprung up from the water, some resting just below the surface while others stood nearly a foot taller or more, all gray, or perhaps years of being just at the waters level marred them with the shade. No matter the color, each brought about it’s own element to the world within the pond.

Lost in thought and observation, her eyes swept upwards again to view the trace tears slipping from the corner of the woman’s eyes. She only shook free of the trance when a new voice sung out in what she took to be aged, gruff tones. Turning to view the tree come to life in the verbal sense, a hint of amusement came about when she only listened, rather than interrupting. She should have known that Ryl would have sent someone to follow her about, but he’d been so clever in sending a child that she’d not even suspected it. While normally she would feel irritated by such, Dyn’la could hardly find herself raised into an aggressive thought here in this garden. A heavy sigh fell from her lips, chest raising then lowering beneath the layer of her coat. Then she nodded in the boys direction a soft, “Very nice to meet you as well Yesje,” being called out after him, but undoubtedly missed in his hurry to escape the garden.
“A very soulful child,” the tree of a man said. Dyn’la laughed, and physically agreed with a brief nod.

“Soulful is an understatement, but he is pleasant to be around,” which was the truth as she felt it, “and yes, Dyn’la, a pleasure to meet you as well.” Simple pleasantries never had been so easy as she introduced herself fully. “This garden… room of a thousand fountains, it’s, well I’m afraid I have no words to truly express how I feel here, but if I were to attempt I would pick the words, spectacular, and…” she blushed as she caught herself rambling to a stranger, “well, it’s lovely.”

[Taddio Tara'dek]

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" Serene, majestic... " his mouth formed lines that could be a smile. Sloshing his trunk like arm and hand down into the water beside him, " All those words and more. The Force is rich here, so much life. "

" I see you are the kind who would appreciate such things as well. That is an admirable quality Dyn'la. Too many do not see such as they should see. "

" The thousand is indeed glorious. " Was all he remarked next, seeming to go silent so he could just enjoy the surroundings. " You come with Ryl Mevek? I had not expected him to return so soon. I trust all is well. " He hunched over again, pulling his arm up from the water letting it travel down it, to pool up in knots and knolls within his barklike flesh, where it would soon vanish. " Wonderous times, wonderous. "

Birds flying over head would then next draw his gaze. The creature seeming to simply exist to enjoy the gardens of the Temple. Peace emanating from it. A sense of calm that could be found in all of those who had truly mastered the light side of the Force coupled with that of the gardens.

Cryo:

It always made him feel odd when he listened to the Masters talk about him as if he was not in the room. It was quite humorous in its own little way. He stayed silent and unmoving as the discussed his future and his own heart almost leapt out of his chest when the told him he would be tested to prove his loyalty. He nodded as they gave him the details and bowed slightly. Test what he could do besides combat? That was an interesting thing to think about. Hopefully the test would prove that he could in fact keep his darker ambitions in check and that he could be a Jedi Knight. Most of all he hoped that he wouldn't fail and disappoint those that had helped him come this far already.

"I thank you for your wisdom and understanding and I will do my best in the endeavor that has been set forth for me. May the Force be with you as well Masters."

Turning he exited the room and saw the waiting form of the only thing that had come close to to being his Master since entering the Jedi Order. "Well well well, look who finally dragged their raggedy self into Coruscant." Chuckeling he walked over to his cousin. "Glad to see that your not hurt in any way. Wouldn't have looked to good if I came to rescue you and you show up on Coruscant missing an arm or something." Smiling he leaned against the the wall.

Ryl Mevek:

Lifted his head as Cryo exited the Chambers. Watching the younger Kiffar with a faint bit of amusement. " Yes, I do look quite the picture in these new clothes... " He looked down brushing off some dust from the left side of the outer coat.

" I am glad as well you are whole. Wouldn't reflect that great on my person if I had called you to my aid only to have you slain. Where is the Twi'lek and my brother? " He asked curiously, shoving off from the wall with his shoulders. Rubbing a stray hand over a divet in the back of his bicep the pad of a fingertip sliding in and out of the gash absently as his mind drifts.

" They sensed it as well didn't they? Your lapse of control. " He asked this frankly, abit foreward as his eyes seemed to be staring off through the floor, into space. " No matter, you are here, healthy and in good spirits. I suppose that means well. " He snapped his head up suddenly, offering a slight smile to the young Jedi. " Enough of my chatter though, I'm needed by the Council. "

As he said that the door slid open, one of the Guards waving him inwards. " My turn. " He let forth a small light deep chuckle. Stepping past the the former Sith patting him on his shoulder. " I shall see you later cousin. Then we will be able to talk more. "

Ne’tra Solus:

Unaware of Grolms age, but being struck by the notion that he was ancient compared to her few years of life Dyn’la sat in his presence eyes more glued to the story bound fountain, ears focused upon him. It would seem that he saw the more placid side of her that so few were able to see. Not meeting her under poor circumstances or seeing her play out her role in the universe as a scandalous smuggler. She reveled under the praise he offered, not smiling in choobiey fashion but just sitting so near him, silent until he asked her a question. Even then she was in no hurry to rush an answer, time seemed to be of little importance here just as it was in space. As the water would inevitably spill over even the highest wall of the fountains edge, speech would all too soon become a pressing matter, and the world would continue onward in it’s fast pace.

The tail of her coat wrapped snug beneath her bottom while her legs had been splayed out without a care, only to be drawn up as she turned her focus back to Grolm, arms encircling just below the knees as she balled tight to nestle her cheek against the perch of her right knee. The glimmer of her eyes moved over the large trunk like arms, watchful as the ponds water dissipated, or absorbed into the fleshy bark. He in himself was a curiosity, she’d never been so observative to have taken note of living breathing trees in her own world. It had her questioning whether or not her own planet known in youth had held any watchful beings such as this during her explorative quests with other children into the depths of the leaf canopied wilderness.

Drawn slowly to the question once again, his own silence gifting her the time to relax without answer she finally nodded, cheek still cradled to her knee. “I brought Ryl Mevek here,” she even chose to be truthful, not wanting anyone to ever mistake her as noble again, when she had only come for pay, “He was in need of transport, and I brought him here not out of a random act of kindness, but for pay…” The words seemed so callous, she felt a spike of hurt needling just beneath the surface of her skin, finding herself once again to be so greed driven. With closed eyes, she turned her cheek until it was her chin resting against her knee, no longer looking at Grolm.

“As to how well he is, I can only say that he’s arrived in one piece,” then her voice softened to a murmur, uncaring as to whether Grolm would hear her or not, “He lacks in emotion… I would think that leaves him a little less than well,” the words so thought out, that it was clear she felt a tinge of misery for him. As to why she felt it, she did not say, a gift of intuition, or perhaps her being her, over thinking things as she so often did.

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Grolm listened quietly wearing the odd smile, large gnarled brow low over his lack-of a nose face, making his smile look somehow sad yet happy. Peaceful, warm... much like the sunlight he was absorbing through his flesh.

" Ahh, well we must all eat somehow. " He commented neutrally, his treelike arm still dripping into the water again, one long leaf-tipped finger making small swirls around in the water. " He is Jedi, he has emotion, yet not like you. We are expected not to have emotion. At least in the sense you know of Dyn'la. "

He reached up letting the water drop off his finger falling down in droplets to break the surface creating ripples. Seeming to be enjoying the show alone. " Things are not quite so easy, yet not quite so complex for our kind. " His rounded head turned to observe her once more, the akward friendly smile still on his wooden creased yet smooth face.

" Do you enjoy your life? What you do for a living? "

Ne’tra Solus:

The water swarmed with life beneath Grolms disturbance to the pond. Hungry mouths kissing upwards to create tiny whirlpools in the breech of the surface. She watched in merriment at the thriving life existing within the pond, a smile tickling her cheeks high once again. It was obvious that the creatures hold up in the pond were a variety of fish, shimmering checks of yellow-gold and brightly marked blue flickered by the suns light.

She considered his words and replied, “I can only be thankful that I am allowed to feel, when I choose to do so,” lifting her chin from her knee while rocking back and forth to bring such feeling into her backside numbed by the hard grip of the stone. At her choice of course.

“And I do enjoy my work, though it is not without cost, I can say that rarely do I find a dull moment,” the image of Ryl wounded and vulnerable, stranger to her ship accompanied the words.
“I have come to believe that we all have our place, some will never find theirs, but I like to think I found mine long ago, it is just something I never questioned.”
“And you? I can only imagine that your role is a grand one to be had, does it satisfy you?”

[Taddio Tara'dek]

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He bobbed his head in a nod. " You will find your place in time if you have not, we all do whether it is what we choose or what we do not the only thing to remember it is ours. But, yes indeed I do enjoy my role, a grand and most beautiful thing it is. " He waved around him with one hand in an over exaggerated sweep. " I am the Gardener. " He said this with some mirth, proud of his position but knowing he had no other task he would be better suited for than caring for so much life.

" I too am a Jedi, but not quite one who you would see out doing battle, or policing the galaxy. This is where I belong. " With that he dropped his arms down again to his sides, lifting his chin upwards to gaze off into the sky, that was slowly beginning to turn a hazy reddish hue. " A good night for meeting new friends. "

Eyes sunken in shadow turn back to her, leaving one to wonder if he truly did have eyes. His smile held, it seemed to always hold. " You feel it don't you, the throb of life that is Coruscant, the life of this very area. So strong and vibrant. " He gazed towards the water again, watching a train of young initiate Jedi follow behind their mentor, being instructed on various fauna and flora.

Ne’tra Solus:

“Of course, though I do not think I ever had, or took the time to truly appreciate it until finding my way here,” her eyes spoke louder than words, but the words came to accompany her expression, “To be in the garden, this one for example, where all is calm, happiness is plentiful, gifts one the ability to see if they are open to it, but outside, where the world thrives with such a mix…” she looked up at him, sitting straight as she continued, “Outside, here and in any other world touched by so many, there is not only good, but bad, treachery, dishonesty, greed,” the last word hung on the air and she surrendered to personal silence.

Dyn’la Solus was not exempt from the less desirable traits, at one time or another she had partaken all for the sake of taking more, becoming more, and out lasting others of her trade. From her sitting point she had met with the calm, and had even gone so far as to embrace it, but looming like the hand of death to the back of her being she knew that upon leaving, she would once again find herself bound to the life she had sought out as a youth. Desire to become better, purify and purge her system to the core to begin anew was an easily obtainable wish here. The ability to overcome personal faults, to see beyond the villainous and clearly translate the bigger picture was not so easy, at least not for her. She was after all, the product of two parents that pledged their allegiances to a world of piracy. While she’d never known her mother to be cruel, but only kind, the ideas of adventure fed into her mind as just a small babe in Togoria were less than pure. A heavy sigh gave lift to her crunched chest and as she exhaled she once again found her chin rest flush against the knuckle of her knee.

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The Neti curled in closer on himself seeming to almost roll into a big stump of a ball. His chin resting on one knee as a long apelike barkcovered limb wrapped around the front of both calves. His other hand still down toying with the water.

" Yes, there is good as well. All apart of the balance. Just have to look for what you want to see. As I do, as we all must if we wish to truly continue our existance with hope. " He sunk in abit, his head seeming to visibly lower into his chest cavity as the moss like covering over his shoulders moved with the new chill breeze that had picked up.

" It begins to grow late. Were you given quarters? or are you not staying within the Temple? " He regarded her silently once more. Watching her with his dark shadowed features, making him in the current lighting look craggy, weathered and ancient. " All the younglings are retiring, as we should be soon. I would believe Ryl is done with his meeting. "

Ne’tra Solus:

Her shoulders raised then fell as she acknowledged the question of quarters and rest. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead,” which she hadn’t, her eyes closed and she imagined she could find sheltered sleep here just as well as anywhere. Though that wasn’t practical. While Grolm had been kind with his words, she took them to mean that the Gardener was inviting her to leave, grown weary of the conversation. So she stood, her limber body unfolding with ease until her reflection mirrored against the ponds surface. She had vowed not to leave the temple until payment had been fulfilled, but with the crumble of her wall, shredded by the serenity and vision gifting pools that swelled beneath the fountains bubbled water came sensitivity. Suddenly she felt very much like a stray that did not belong, one that would be begging for scraps if she stayed. Dyn’la Solus was not prone to begging. Being seductively convincing, twisting words until winning her way perhaps, but that was on her own terms. Here was not the place for such antics, she would be shamed in doing so.

Addressing him properly as the child Yesje had, or assuming that it was expected she held an open hand just over her chest near her heart and tipped her head with the grace of royalty and said with a voice that was sincere, “Master Grolm, I am glad to have made your acquaintance,” truly she was, he would be one not so easy to forget. “I will see myself out, thank you for the conversation…”

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" Dyn'la. Thank you for your company. We are friends from this day. If ever you wish to visit me again, do not hesitate. We can watch the water ripple together once more and breath in the life. " He smiled over at her, having not moved from his spot. Yet he seemed to have sunken into the ground further, growing shorter, almost as if he was part of it now. Rolling in on himself as he did so.

Warm smiles followed her as she stood. His face soon vanishing into the foliage that covered his shoulders. Curling in on himself for the night. Whispering before he was completely beyond being heard, " You will find your place, the Force will guide you as it does us all. " A gnoll, a rocky mound covered in grass seemed to replace the Neti. Leaving her to her own.

Silence seemed to overcome the garden as lights turned on, dull illumination. Guards visible along windows, terraces, walkways, none as of yet paying her any attention. Several padawans still rushed about carrying out chores for their Masters. Yet no Ryl, or any other she recognized were to be seen.

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Ne’tra Solus:

In her own way she had paid Grolm the highest of respects, the touch of her palm just over her heart indicating that he’d touched her, a common farewell of family and friends by those of Togoria. She could not help but carry his words with her, they were endearing. As she walked her way back through the stone adorned path, she thought heavily on where she would go from here. Earlier the need to be paid for her falsely accused act of nobility had been her excuse for remaining. Now however, it seemed a very small excuse in the grander scheme of things. She felt refreshed yet worn all at once, not wanting to slip through the cracks into the more boisterous portions of the forever city, the hostilities that awaited her not entirely welcome. To remain here however would attest her greed. More than ever she found herself facing an internal battle that she would surely lose. Ryl Merek could confront her right now and she would likely become rude and mouthy once again, losing almost immediately, throwing up the lack of payment as her reasoning for staying, when in truth she’d begun to think that perhaps questions of the force kept her.

Slowly she escaped the calm of the garden and found that even in the rest of the temple things had slowed, people were becoming sparse and she stood out against the walls like a black speck pinned against blinding white. Where were her gray lines now? She cursed to herself and decided to leave without payment, it was a hard decision to make, but at the moment it felt right. Grouchy with self defeat, she slouched into her stride and walked towards the descending stairs that would soonest lead her away from this putrid place of peace and harmony. Outside she would be able to come to her senses and realize that she was just in the gray, that nothing would ever change that. That she thrived on adventures only capable of a smugglers heart. Coming here had been a mistake, her judgment swayed and she hated it, while loving it all at once.
The ability to so thoroughly feel everything, it was her gift and torment, she was riddled by emotion and found her hand drawn thoughtlessly to the center of her chest. A memory struck her, pressure applied just to the surface and she either gasped or sobbed, different ears would translate the quickly stifled sound differently. In essence she had become an exposed nerve, raw to the touch, painful pleasure to be sure.

Cryo:

Cryo just shook his head with a grin when he closer inspected Ryl's clothing. "Yeah I wouldn't be caught dead in that cousin. I'm more or less fine caught a blaster shot in the side, but its healing fine. Your brother got beat up a little bit, but he is alive said he would be here asap. The Twi'lek is missing, I asked her to wait in the main hall, but she left sometime while I was waiting to see the council."

Pushing off the wall with his hands he stood up straight. "Of course they sensed it, a youngling could have sensed that. Yeah, I'm doing just great, we'll talk later cousin. Good luck with the Council, I'll be in my quarters stop by after you finish with them, I have something important I must speak to you about." Chuckling as his cousin antered the chambers he turned and started walking towards his ship.

It didn't take him long to get back to where he thought he had left the ship. His face twitched for a moment and he looked around warily. Turning he jogged over to the holo bank console and entered a few numbers. Drawing up the Holovid databank he watched for a few moments until he saw what he needed to see. His fingers curled into fists and a very nasty scowl crossed his face. That Twi'lek he rescued had stolen his ship, growling he stepped back from the console and started back towards the temple. That would be the last thing she would ever take, from anyone.

Walking down the hall ways he tried to calm himself, but it was no use. He had trusted someone and they had stolen something very important to him. Now how was he supposed to find this Lar'hass person? Entering his quarters he yanked off his Padawan robes and donned his normal outfit. Yanking a navy blue mesh sleevless shirt over his head he grabbed his only set of armor that he kept in his Jedi quarters and yanked it on over that. Pacing through his room he hoped Ryl would show up soon...

Ryl Mevek:

Stalked from the Council Chamber. Thought created lines across his brow and around his mouth. Mulling over all that was said to him, he had told the Council he discovered the Shades of Ringali were alot more organized and far expanded then they had thought originally. He also told them of his brief encounter with Molga, the hidden manufacturing colony and the strange drug that was used. Which Master Kanya had confiscated.

" What of Cryo, we do not think he is going to survive his next trial, he may live but we do not believe he will overcome the dark side. What are your thoughts there Jedi Knight? " Ras-Kal-Foda's voice rang through his mind.

Crushing his teeth down as he walked, grinding them as he calmed his nerves. " He is an intelligent young man, who still struggles with his darker half, he has not had the same upbringing but I do believe he will make it in the long run. " His words in return, did he feel that way though? He was not even sure he felt so confident in his own convictions lately. Knowing he wasn't his last attempt at healing, and its slow draw from the Force had shown him he was abit tainted. Having somewhere in his path recently drawn in some of the darkness. Healing abilities of the light side one of the easiest ways to tell you were slipping. Unable to be reached if you were too corrupt. He exhaled, knowing the source for this.

His walk carried him into his private chambers. Doning his spare robes, new clothes, and showering. Not bothering to stop and shave as he did so, wearing the stubble that would soon become a sparse facial framing beard within a couple days. " We will keep that in mind, Cryo has been sent after fallen Jedi Larr'hes. "

" Fallen!?!" A shock to Ryl Mevek, he had learned underneath Larr'hes a brilliant historian, friendly man and a visionary. Saddened by this revelation he hadn't known what to say at first, disbelief his original feelings, but who would second guess anything the Council had to say. It was just a show of how easily even the most dedicated Jedi could take the wrong path, to fall short of the ideals, of themselves, of the Code that held a Jedi together. Made him what he was.

Pausing as he stopped at the exit to his room, pushing a button on the console by the door. " Mevek to Sjame's room. " He waited till the screen flickered, pausing only a moment. " I will speak to you through the holonet, seems I have a mission to tend to. Strange things are going on, half of the Council is gone... there is more we must talk of later. For now, I will catch up to you when you have apprehended Larr'hes. Becareful Cryo. He was close to becoming one of the Masters a very skillful man in the use of the Force, he will attack your mind... Mevek out. " He closed the flap on the console. Pulling his hood up over his head leaving his room, making sure he had the smugglers payment in his pouch before he was off to find Dyn'la and Yesje. Pretty sure the youngling had been sent to bed by now. Seeking out Dyn'la's presence he headed that direction. Letting his senses guide him. His thoughts adrift, bouncing from the Shades of Ringali, Molga's transformation, the strange occurances, the sudden activity of the Order, the Council's odd barrage of questioning about himself, Sjame, and the others he had met, Dyn'la... the twi'lek...

Of it all he was proud of one thing yet worried at the same time; the Antarian Rangers scouting his younger brother Naro. That ment they were in need of more members, ment the Republic was giving him a second chance of sorts and... it also ment something serious was going on behind it all the Council was not revealing.

Ne’tra Solus:

Dyn’la continued on course through the Temple, set on reaching Processional Way without delay. She knew full well that this wasn’t her place, and had no intention of lurking further. As she left the vast hallways no longer struck by the need to explore, she forced herself to think of business. It was a question, a worry, even a threat as to how badly she’d damaged her relations with Vural and Licu alike. She didn’t need to be told by the Rodians that they’d come for the Jedi, and in turn she didn’t need to be told that both Vural and Licu had a hand in it. And if they had known to send the rodians that never returned to her ship, then they definately had been wise to her "noble" acts of concealing Ryl and offering safe passage. The fact that she'd put a price on it would matter very little to both of them. Though it was a smugglers way. With the right price, she would have been willing to transport nearly anything.

Soon she’d be back to business as usual, doing what she'd been taught to do so well, but first she thought it wise that she stay docked in Coruscant, perhaps make contact from an area that might offer better protection, more options of evasion once they’d pinpointed her location if they hadn't done so already.
Idly dusting the slack length of her coat, ideas of the best method to be used in approaching what now appeared to be severed business ties sifting through her mind, she left the Temple, walking down the steps bordering it’s entrance.

Four tall statues, The Maker like in stature peered over her shoulders as she continued to leave. They weren't The Makers however, but founders of the Temple, the very first, and while their faces were molded proud and striking, had she turned to view them she would have shrank against the vision, perhaps even persuaded to run back into the Temple. She did not turn though, she only pushed onward, putting behind her brief encounter with the Jedi, the idea that they could help her learn to control the dreams… the nightmares that plagued her from childhood up, and quickly attempt to repair the damage done to her inner wall of personal protection. The temple was far too pure for someone like her. While she was not a criminal in the harshest sense, she was very much in the gray, neither good nor bad by Jedi standards, even by her own. The walk back to her craft would be much longer than the ride to the Temple had been. She had purposefully avoided the vehicle that ferried people back and forth, thinking that the mild excersize would be a good means of clearing her mind of the fluffy niceness, of Grolm and his infinate wisdom, and the young boy that had befriended her by Ryl's request.

Ryl Mevek:

Was far enough behind Dyn'la his pace didn't catch him up. Wondering how badly she actually wanted her payment if she would disappear so hastily, thinking perhaps she was uneasy at the Temple. He needed her help further though, his last mission he had lost his own personal ship. Not that he was one for piloting, it was still a set-back. Causing him to rely on others whenever possible before he would cost the Order more by using one of the extras. Not that there wasn't plenty on Coruscant willing to give a Jedi Knight passage.

He stepped up onto the floating platform, not quite as filled this time as they flew down Processional way. His hand clutching the rail as a feeling of unease swept over him. His eyes lifting to stare into the dark night skies. Something bad was surely to come, he could feel it. He knew it, his dreams had already foretold what was becoming reality. Soon he was being spoken to, drawn from his reverie as the shuttle pilot continued to inquire if he needed anything more.

Shaking his head lightly he removed himself from the floating platform. Headed towards the docking bay, back towards Dyn'la's freighter. Her payment in hand, and a request waiting on his lips.

Ne’tra Solus:

No sooner had she arrived at the docking bay did she feel a familiar presence. A hushed growl pressed from her lips as she glanced over her shoulder. The Dyn’la she knew best becoming revealed, personal weaknesses set aside to display a more aggressive version of herself. She stopped, there was no point in boarding the ship, avoiding him, sneaking around acting as if she did not know him. So she did the only thing that felt natural and turned to meet him with her eyes as he closed the gap separating them.

“Well look now, it seems you aren’t a liar after all,” indicating despite her earlier decision to bypass collection of her payment, that she had thought he’d duped her when leaving her in the hall. She knew better of course, he was an honorable man, it made her feel hollow to continue on with the charade.
“You’ve not only managed to set me very much off course, but now you’ve managed to waste my entire day as I stood waiting,” she smiled, it was a wicked flash of teeth, unnaturally white by the lighting of the bay. Her eyes weren’t smiling, obviously forced, leaving her to look much like she wished to aid him in closing the gap much faster and hurling something sharp at him. Instead she held her ground and waited for him, but the composure was important to her. No way would she allow the man that had most likely severed her business ties with one of her best paying employers, and potentially marked her as traitor to her own kind, see the more docile side of her that she’d shared with Master Grolm and even young Yesje.

“I do so hope you are pleased by this, but I hope even more, that the payment was worth it.” Damn the payment, she didn’t want it, but she would take it because it was her role. Her eyes flickered for a moment as she spat the last of her words at him, glossy and saddened until her lids slid shut in a tidy blink, removing the evidence of internal conflict.

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Ryl Mevek:

The Jedi regarded her curiously as she spoke. Looking more as he was supposed to, clean robes of the Order. Hair an untidy mess around his shoulders, several braids hanging down through it. Looking fresh, alive and well. He radiated a sense of subdued power. His hand reaches into his pouch, withdrawing a small disc.

" Your money is all there. It should be a good amount. " He knew it would be, he had made sure she was compensated extra for the danger she was put through. His hand held out, palm open extending it towards her. The rest of her words seeming to fall upon deaf ears.

Keeping himself emotionless. Unfeeling, unshowing he spoke again. " I have further need of your services Dyn'la Solus. Would you be interested? I can pay you up front for this. It will be only transport and your expertise that is needed. " His eyes roamed past her to look her ships direction almost as if he had caught something moving that wasn't there before he focused on her once more.
" You had told me before that you would be interested in more work as long as you were paid adequetly. Which you are, and will be. Should you accept. "

A muscle in Ryl's jaw bounced as he watched her, knowing she would send back some venom filled remark. Just to spite him, to see if she could tempt a rise from him. Something he would not let him. Something he had steeled himself for, knowing this woman 'got off' on seeing how much of his buttons she could push.

Ne’tra Solus:

She examined him thoroughly as he came to stand in front of her. He made her feel filthy in comparison. So clean and fresh, scent and appearance he was, while she stood there just the opposite. Before she had faked her aggressive tones, pretending to find him an annoyance, but now true irritation raised within. It was so considerate of him to have taken the time to clean. While she was to be led around by the boy he’d sent, presenting herself to everyone they would cross paths with, in a state of physical disarray.

The bothersome thought passed through her without a word however, soon her eyes traveling to meet his extended hand. Payment, fantastic, she nodded, reaching out to take the disk from his hand. Sly movements on her own part preventing the weighted touch of her own hand as she quickly extracted it by the tips of her nails. Normally she would have examined the disk, greedy eyes feasting upon the balance, but he wouldn’t know that. She thoughtlessly slid it within the part of her coat, an inner pocket catching it secure. As the Jedi began to speak, her head tipped to the side, focus not upon his eyes but his lips. She could hardly believe he had the gall to ask that she further extend her services, transporting not the precious cargo that so many were willing to pay in receiving, but him instead? Her eyes narrowed as she looked up and then away, hand clenched tight with no less than a hundred profanities to spew in his direction.

“You…!” the same hand that had balled into a fist, raised pointing at him. Only silence followed the word. She turned, hand trailing behind her in a disgusted sweep that met with her thigh in a slap, stalking off several paces before she stopped. Abruptly she turned again, facing him from a distance of five steps, her jaw low as she began to speak once more. Nothing came of it, her eyes blazed, vibrant green torches alive and angry. Her fist balled again and she retreated several more feet away until she stopped. The fluid grace she so often held in her steps all but abandoned as she looked shaken, fueled by the proposal. And then both hands in unison flew into the air as she looked up at the dark ceiling of the docking bay, seeing beyond it, a silent tongue twisting against the roof of her mouth as she searched for the correct answer. He would ruin her, everything she’d worked so hard to become, gone, left behind so she could fancy herself in the white. So she could be near Master Grolm and not feel tainted by her life of gray misadventures. Vural laughed, she could hear him, and her hands lowered in defeat. What was left for her in the immediate future? It would take months of repair to go back to the life she was familiar with.

“You will be the death of me,” she hissed.

Cryo:

Cryo had just finished braiding his hair when his consol beeped and he pushed the button when he saw that it was his cousin. “I noticed that too, but I’m sure everything is all right. We shall speak again after we finish our missions, and don’t worry Ryl, I’ll be careful. I’ll make sure and bring him back alive. Sjame out.” Keying off the Holonet he grabbed a black band and tied back his long braids a few shorter ones dangling out in front of his face. Grabbing his tactical belt he slung it over his shoulder and started towards the door. He didn’t know what to expect from this Larr’hes person. He was bringing extra weapons and communicators. There was no way he was going into this unprepared. Sighing he looked in the mirror and shook his head slightly, this was the moment of truth.

Exiting his room he made his way down the hall way getting a few strange looks as people glanced at the set of blaster pistols that were hanging from his belt. Sometimes long range combat was the best way to do things. He made use off all the weapons in his arsenal. Flipping open his data pad he glanced at the location that was highlighted as a possible location, closing it he walked into the ship the Council had evidently procured for him. To bad he wouldn’t be the one who was flying it. It was automated with a computer controlled artificial pilot. Dropping down in the seat he stowed his equipment in a locker and entered in the coordinates of his objective into the computer. Leaning back he flipped back open the data pad as the ship lifted off. This Larr’hes had almost made it to the Master; he was a very strong in the force. He was known for his illusions and being able to change the thinking of those around him. This was going to be a real challenge; hopefully he would be able to apprehend this dangerous foe. Closing the data pad he leaned over and slipped it into the locker beside him. Leaning back in the seat once more he closed his eyes and tried to formulate a plan.

Ryl Mevek:

" Hrmm... well then, I guess I shall take that as a yes. " His brows lifted together watching the strange behaviour of the half-breed. Deciding she was just under stress, tired and apparently in need of a bath. He exhaled air from his lungs, watching. Seemingly expecting more of a show from her.

His hand reached down, grasping a small transmitter/receiver from his utility belt, clicking down on a button. " Naro, this is Ryl. When you get this follow these coordinates... " he paused typing in several random sequences before speaking again. " I'll make sure you're paid. This is a dangerous mission so be prepared. Also, congratulations I had heard Captain Whitek of the AR was going to process your request to join their ranks, and being you are my brother he put in a good word." He didn't say anymore. Expecting his brother to either show or not, an extra ship and gun were always helpful.

" Dyn'la... before I assume ahead of myself, you are going to be taking me correct? " He searched her eyes, her body language. Muscles sheathed under the flesh of his cheek bounced, jolting with his train of thought. His cowl falling down over his head abit more as only his mouth, jaw and lower portion of his nose became visible. Hands folding into the heavy dark brown robes long sleeves. Waiting patiently upon her response.

Ne’tra Solus:

The back of her coat drew taunt pulled into a stretch as her fingers laced just behind her head. She refused to turn around, to look at the source of her extreme frustration. All she could do was take deep breaths, each one being released slower and softer than before until the tension deeply threaded within her chest eased. As he spoke to himself, or rather the transmitter she calmed herself further, desperate at this point for a shower, thinking that it would be soothing. Then he spoke to her directly, and it spurred her forward with the drop of her arms. Still choosing not to look at him, she walked deeper into the bay with a slow swagger, obviously deep in thought.

“Sure, I’ll be your space taxi, hell, with such funding, it should afford me a great burial,” sarcasm to her voice. She certainly had no intentions of dying, at least not if it were within her control. But playing the role of Jedi transport, when your reputation is dirtied purposefully was bad business.

As her ship came into view huddled between two larger freighters she shook her head, the wild spray of auburn hair coming to life with her movement. “Ne’tra, Solus be strong,” she whispered, consoling herself, speaking at random, thoughts and images crossing her mind in waves. Were she not so caught in feeling sorry for the robotic Jedi of a man, she would have been envious in his capacity to turn off his humanity. In comparison she was a tightly wound ball of rubber bands bouncing from one chamber wall to the next. Something she could never be is unfeeling, a blessing and a curse all at once. The pause to her step quickly ended she stepped towards the ramp a small panel tucked neat against the side being plucked open as her fingers ran blind over the keypad to allow her entry. The lengthy ramp wailed as it lowered until it’s foot finally clanged an abusive touch down to the floor of the bay. Again she shook her head, fingers flexing free of an agitated twitch, as she stepped up into the craft.

Ryl Mevek:

" Thank you. " Ryl spoke at her back, watching the woman's swagger. His head dipping down to look at the floor between them before he followed after her. Quiet, reserved, keeping to himself. His mind adrift.

Matching her walk he kept up. Ascending the ramp after she had. Once inside the ship, he let his hands fall free of one another, " So am I confined to the quarters and galley still? Or may I be allowed to enter the choobiepit without having to sneak in. " His voice almost seemed to hold humor within its depths but it was vague if it was there, and hard to read.

His face was still impassive, lacking any sign of joking, anger... anything. Being as he was being called within her mind. A robot, at least on the exterior.

Fishing through his pouch once more he gripped another credchip. Lifting it up between two fingers, " I know you are good to your word, so this is your advance. Which... is all of it. Whether we make it or not, it is yours. " His arm extended, waiting for her to take this as well. Feeling not in the least generous with the Orders money, she was after all a non-republican, a smuggler, and risking her life for simple cash.

Ne’tra Solus:

In a turn she viewed the Jedi, his hand quick to come up between them, her fingers just as fast to pluck the disk from his hand. She thought to snap at him, to be vicious with her words, but they would only become lodged in her throat and she’d end up raging silently for breath just as before. So she stared at him blatantly, hand still drifting just at her chest with the disk pinched in her hold. “You mean I can’t strap you into the cargo hold?” a look of utter shock stole her expression, faked of course, but well placed. Then she laughed, her eyes glancing down towards the advance payment, her shoulders rolling in and out of a shrug. “A lotta good this will do me, if we don’t make it.”

Of course they would make it, no matter the destination. A Captain of any ship that set out into the depths of space feeling insecure of their own abilities would be doomed to a fast death. She was cautious for sure, but being cautious was never to be mistaken with inexperienced nervousness. Confidence in her ship, the droid, and her own capabilities had taken her farther than even her wildest dreams of youth could have.

A smug gleam tilted her eyes upwards to see him fully. His inability to react, wondering if he would loosen up, laugh and be sincere when doing so, and prove himself to be good company… for cargo. There were doubts that he had the capacity to do so, him with his mental programming, such clarity. It was bothersome, but intriguing all at once. And beyond all of that, even if he refused to converse and be something more than a robot, she would at least take great pleasure in luring him into the occasional confrontation. That in itself almost made her decision to ferry him around space much more appealing.

Ryl Mevek:

" Heh. " Was his attempt at a response. Studying her again as he made entrance into the ship. Listening to the door seal behind him.

" We'll be fine, my brother should be arriving before long to act as an escort ship. We did also survive the last encounter, it couldn't be all too much worse than two cuthroat Rodian. " Which it could have been, alot and he knew that. She did as well of course. Probably expecting the worst.

" I'll take the same quarters I had before if you don't mind. " He figured she didn't as he walked across the room, staring out one of the side portals that gave view out into the docking bay. Tipping his chin up to turn around again, " I forgot to mention, this is a fine ship. How did you come across it? "

The Jedi was now trying his best to make nice with her, not sure if that was at all possible. He could sense the seething emotion held beneath her contained surface, not as well controlled as she would probably hope. Near enough not to say at all, but he chalked all of that up to stress. Annoyance, lack of sleep, and her own personal stench. Figuring her more Catharian side probably had a strong sense of smell. Perhaps these small things added up to other factors, creating the mood she seemed to be stuck within. He slipped the robe off, laying it over the back of one of the galley chairs for now. While he awaited her.

Naro Mevek:

Back from the cantina lying on his back upon the floor staring at the ceiling as it spins around in dizzying circles, Naro does not notice the chime coming from the pile of clothes bunched up upon the bench next to him, if not for Aurick shaking him out of his trance he may have missed it all together.

"Naro!, hey Naro!" Aurick with voice raised and hand on the mercenaries shoulder. turning his head and eyes focusing on the dealers face replies with a lazy, "wha?". "Your clothes are beeping." Noticing Naro was begining to rise Aurick got back to his business of reparing the hole in the ex-soldiers armor. "Thanks for the wake up call Aurick, even though i highly doubt it's important." stumbling to his feet and over to the pile of clothes Naro starts throwing them onto the ground searching for his utility belt.

Pulling the transmitter out of a small pouch on the belt he listens to his brothers message and responds "Okay..as soon as i can walk somewhat straight i will head out, and thanks i guess it does pay off being your brother" he adds jokingly, as all brothers tend to do.

Now feeling a new surge of excitement due to his recent discovery of him being considered for the AR, something he has always been hoping would come through for him since he had first heard of the faction, after all Naro had been getting tired of working for the same type of scum he had for so many assignments, more often working for the wrong then the right.

Aurick over hearing the message grabbed something from a medical locker and walks over to Naro and hands him a cup with a strange liquid in it, "Here...this may even out your equilibrium enough to get you walking or even flying straight....I wouldn't want you plowing into a building while exiting my hanger, cause i would most likely get the blame for it." with a wide smile as he hands it to the Corporal.

"You've got a high enough status here....I'm sure you won't get into too much trouble." Naro replies with an equally broad smile on his face, soon interrupted by multiple silhouettes of Aurick. Taking that as his cue, Naro drinks down the liquid, sending a bitter taste flow over the back of his tounge, "Oh man....that's tough ...Bantha milk prob tastes better then that." quickly realising that the liquid had cleared his vision somewhat.

Climbing the ramp into his ship Naro thanks Aurick for the repair on his armor and once again tells him he owes him, adding another onto the already large list of debts to the dealer. Waving over his shoulder to the man as the ramp closed behind him and marching past his cluttered equipment room, into his pilot deck, over to his navigation computer and enters the coordinates his brother had given to him.

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Ne’tra Solus:

There she stood, caught between conversation and the refresher, a hot shower just waiting for her, but this unusual man now talking. He spoke casually to her, as if they were going to be friends. What a fine time he chose to sound human. Still, she couldn’t find herself irritated by the conversation. It was pleasant, learning that even he had family, or at least someone he claimed. A modest smile shaped her face, sincere and intrigued. By choice she set aside her thoughts on this trip. Any trip, be it a run with illegal cargo, or now this one had the potential to turn ugly, and for now, she didn’t want to think of what bad could come of it. After all, she had plenty to think on already, things that she couldn’t speak to him so casually about, secrets, pains, and the horrid confusion that had snuck up on her when she’d least expected it. “A brother,” she said softly as she shrugged free of the coat to drape it over her arm. She wanted to ask if his brother was anything like him, somewhat dreading the thought of being around two robots not including the one that helped run the ship, but she didn’t. “Yah, the crew room is fine, not very cozy, but I doubt it matters much.” Nothing was exactly cozy on her ship, but she’d certainly seen worse. Then he said quite possibly the most pleasing thing she’d heard from him thus far in their brief acquaintance. He complimented her ship. She looked flattered, her eyes even becoming passive as she gazed at the walled surroundings. To speak highly of a Captains most prized possession was certainly a means of falling into their good graces, she was not the exception, and her spirits lifted in the process. “Ne’tra Solus is a fine ship, she serves her purpose well, and I’ve never been let down by her, not even once,” granted there were times that the ship would chug along, provoking many curses from Dyn’la on it’s behalf, but the craft was all that she needed and more, at least when in space. “A dear friend of mine helped me salvage the ship, someone else’s disaster is only someone else’s prize…” she paused as her fingers moved to touch against her lower lip, the thought of Niiva coming to her strong as she reminisced. Full of herself that woman was, she made Dyn’la appear tame and reserved. The length of her lashes fanned softly against her cheeks and she resumed speaking, “So I suppose it was a gift, or a blessing, my very first really, that I can fully claim as my own.” For a moment she wondered if she should continue the conversation, to find out more about the man. She didn’t however, thinking that if he were anything like her, which was doubtful, that he would speak more in his own time. Some things were best left unsaid anyhow, while knowledge is power, it can also be ones undoing. “Ah well…” she turned away, speaking as she moved towards the refresher, “I’m to shower now, it’s been longer than I care to admit,” cheeks prickled in a rose hued glow as she confessed indirectly that she was in dire need of becoming clean. “I would say that it wont take long, that we’ll be ready to take off soon, but it would be a lie.” No further explanation seemed necessary. Though she’d been hired and even paid in advance, he had not given her a time frame to work with, his mistake, not her own. And as it were, she set aside very little time for personal luxury, he could wait, and she would tend herself by showering and then even go so far as to push it by resting before undocking. “Make yourself at home,” was the last of what she had to say just before she stepped into the refresher, vanishing from his sight.

Ryl Mevek:

" Anywhere is fine really. " Ryl replied. Not caring where he was to sleep, he had been put in the position many times where he slept in trenches, gutters, on slabs of metal, in prisons... to him a cot was more than comfort.

His t/r *blipped* up at him, drawing it free to listen to the reply. Not sending one in return, knowing his brother would show when he willed it. Placing it back upon his belt he watched her, listened as she spoke of her ship. Pride. Something she unlike himself was able to enjoy, allowed to enjoy. He attempted a smile as she furthered on. Not ever having been one for small talk, he simply nodded. Mind drifting as her lips moved, his vision unfocusing past her.

The Jedi's small smile he had created for himself tumbled away, not on choice simply because he stopped maintaining it. Nodding as she told him to make himself at home he went to the crew quarters to set his belt and robe down. Freeing himself so he could indeed practice some measure of comfort, idly exploring her ship while she took care of her own business.

Ne’tra Solus:

The door shut behind her, this being one of the few that opened and closed, rather than slipping into the wall. Met with the pale yellow interior, bright lights overhead, a shower stall to the right, toilet and sink to her left with a small internal closet straight ahead she neatly folded her coat and placed it on the edge of the sink. Then she popped open the shower door, reaching within to press the large silver tab down that would activate the water jets. It wasn’t a shower of only one head, but multiple spouts from above that would rain down upon whomever entered. Closing the door, as the water would adjust to automated temperature she disrobed, boots placed directly in front of the closet, pants folded along with her shirt to be nestled against the sinks edge. While she so often came off as being out of order, more inside than out, Dyn’la was typically very tidy.

Already she’d begun to feel better, without so much as feeling a splash of water, just the promising scent of the warmed shower making her smile Until she had turned, catching her reflection in the mirror out of the corner of her eyes. It had only been a hint of flesh, she certainly didn’t need reminders of the mirror, but she could not help but be drawn in, soon gazing into the reflective surface as her eyes strayed over her person. Hints of her mothers race delicately coming to sharp ends from the lines that wrapped her back, bled into the flesh over her rib cage. Thoughtfully she traced the lines for as far as her double image could see. They were nothing to shame, but at the same time they marked her as a half breed.

All Cathar people had fur to cover their skin, some had thick coarse fur, manes even, while others, the rarer of the species had a soft down, sleek for the smaller, stealthier beings. She had nothing but marks, timidly drawn in some portions, thick and jagged in others. Her ears on the other hand were quite distinct, those matched with the shape and coloring of her eyes being why most would come to assume she was primarily if not completely Cathar. Her mother was Cathar, she knew from what little teachings offered and the physical appearance she had known for years, that there had been a mixing of races. Others perhaps were not as well versed in the distinguishing features that made the species pure. A soft sigh escaped her, the very fingers that had skimmed along her own markings lifting high, placed to her lower lip, deep in thought. Always deep in thought. Then her eyes lowered from the imperfect reflection and she pursued the shower.

The door popped open again at her bidding, jarred slightly by her touch. A great rush of steam puffed out, and by it she became enveloped, stepping against the waters down pour, her eyes closed as it rained upon her. With the cleansing of her body, so began the clearing of her mind. Not so much a meditative trance, but tension lifted until she braced her arm high upon the slick wall only to rest her forehead against it.
Tiny streams of water traced her cheeks to either side only to meet at her chin with a thickened downward spiral. If she were a marble statue, she too would be crying for all of eternity, the contour of her face making it so. She compared herself to the woman’s statue in the pond and held her breath as she realized just how similar they were. By her eyes anyhow. Both heavy in thought, a world of emotion and feeling shared whether people liked the display or not. With the thoughts of the fountain, came the calm of the garden, and with that she held her pose, leisurely taking her time while being separated from the rest of the world.

Ryl Mevek:

Ryl found himself doing stretches. Arms pulling above his head, rolling his wrists as he grasped them tugging. Lowering to slide his legs out limbering up. For all of his attempt at being passive he still needed this, he couldn't just meditate all of his issues away like many of the other, less combat oriented Jedi.

He at times wanted to be as they were, serene, calm, peaceful. Slow to take action, which to a good extent he was. His powers of self-control since his days of a padawan have grown amazingly. Something his Master would have been very proud of him for accomplishing. He twisted at the waist, rolling muscle tendens against eachother, relaxing, stretching, pulling joints to allow oxygen flow to reach vessels and musculatur.

Once he was done he leaned back so his shoulders were on the floor pressed flat, pumping his legs upwards he kicked up to his feet in a 'kip-up' smoothly landing to drop, his right leg snapping out in a long legged graceful sweepkick. Heart rate lifting as he went through Tera Kasi kata's powerful, aggressive it made him wonder how Gurth Venzen had learned this, why he would as a Jedi, it was called "steel hand" for a reason something taught by the hermits followers of Palawa on Bunduki a rare old form. His grasp of it was uncanny, much like anything martial he had learned with his life as a Jedi. If he had born during the Sith Wars he would have been a great asset. Yet he was not so fortunate, he was alive during the later years, after the reform of the Council. The new growth years of the Council. Sith all but unheard of, the last remnants of the Sith Empire dwindled, chased to the far reaches of the universe, all but abolished. As far as he knew the last Sith he had heard of was the one who killed his Master. Cryo's own mentor in the dark side secrets.

Namely San was responsible for this as of the current years, his Jedi Shadows skillful trackers and destroyers of all things Sith and dark side related. He sometimes wondered why he was not chosen for such a role, but perhaps they saw in him the same they saw when he was younger, emotion, more emotion than he could keep reigns on in those days. Emotions he now believed he had control of, but knew otherwise. Perhaps they were right in being cautious wtih him. Sometimes he amused the idea if he had never become a Jedi he would be a great Warlord, leading armies... battling across the galaxies over a woman, or some dream of peace under one nation. His lips curled up into a slight half smile at such thoughts...

A surge of energy hit him as he thought about it, anger? No, he focused it, let it wash from his body as he thrust his hand out into a foreward knife hand, followed in rapid succession by a powerful knuckle strike, then a spinning roundhouse. His heel suspended in the air as he drew it back in, far too long he left it out. Nothing he would ever do in combat, but his thoughts were making his kata sloppy. Focus.

He drew into himself again, painting a circle within his mind. Flooding that circle with all external thought and emotion. Letting the sphere swallow his being, nothingness. Swifter he moved, his pace increasing, hands struck, legs lashed out, swept. Body flipped, dipped, swerved back and would snap out, like a whip being lashed about the room he picked up his pace. Nothing in his mind, nothing in his heart, nothing but movement, nothing but pure flow with the Force.

Naro Mevek:

Floating just above Coruscant's atmosphere at a randevous point Ryl had determined in his coordinates, Naro patiently wait's for his brother's arrival, happy to be away from the crowded surface below, the ex-soldier had always been quite comtempt by himself.

Sitting at his rapair table the mercenary began cleaning his blasters and sharpening the new vibro blade he had purchased while he was on tatooine. Always prefering ranged over melee anyday, but theres always a little chance you will end up in close quarters combat.

A chime from the holodisplay sitting at the top right of the table. Naro responding with a simple, "Yes?" Without taking his eyes off of the blaster parts in his hand. "Hello Mercenary Mevek......I am Enory Lovat, I wish to hire you for a small assignment, i heard you are quick and extremely profficient in your work." Pausing in order to catch his nerve, it was obvious to Naro that this was the first time this guy had hired a mercenary.

With no reply from the mercenary the man continued. "The uh, pay will be good i promise you." Naro still engrossed in his current task replies "So...what is it you want me to do for you Lovat? is it?."The man answers, "Y...yes okay good, I have had a...disagreement with a neighbor, and i would like you to take care of him...f..for me."

"It depends..." now looking at the image of the man on the holodisplay, a short balding man, with some elegent looking clothing. "Depends on what?" he asks softly. "It depends on if i feel like it or not." says Naro, stern faced. "W..well....i have offered to buy his land for a large price, and he refused, I've also went to the local council and asked what i was to do in order to get it from him...they said i can't get it unless he wants to sell it to me....or he has died somehow." With a flash of anger on his face Naro flicks off the holodisplay, not giving a reply or even waiting for the man to speak again.

Now frustrated, Naro sets down his dismantled blaster and walks into the lobby, flicking on the holonet just for noise more then entertainment and begins moving through the motions of the K'tara, something he had learned while being part of the special forces unit during his years of service for the republic forces.

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Ne’tra Solus:

A few hours passed without event, no sight of Dyn’la, as she had tucked herself away in her quarters shortly after the shower ended. Things were quiet aboard the ship, even the Jedi made little noise. And then came the temperamental woman, awake and emerging from her ship. Thus far she had not sought out the Jedi, busied by doing routine checks inside and out of Ne’tra Solus. The craft creeping into it’s own state of awareness by her touch as she did so. Everything had checked out fine, whatever the problem had been nearly two days ago having been repaired by the droid, leaving nothing left to do other than ready for take off.

The woman looked to be in a calmed state of mind, relaxed physically and as much of a stretch as it was, cheerful. Of course she was going to be back in space soon, travels often having that effect on her. With a soft hum to her lips, a melody of old taught to her in Togoria, she eventually ended up in the choobiepit. There was no doubt to her mind that Ryl would be aware of the ships status, the droid already having activated the engines, power surging in a shake from back to front.

“We’re ready I believe,” she said towards the droid while taking a seat, this time strapping herself in before take off. “Get us at least into orbit, we can drift for a bit until I figure out where we’re going.”
What that really meant was, while she waited for Ryl to give her the coordinates and so she could send a more secure message away from the planet of Coruscant. Not that they’d of been interested in her inquiries as to Niiva’s where abouts. But Niiva was more of a ghost than she could ever have been, and much preferred it that way. At times the woman, happy go lucky as she happened to be, would turn paranoid, in turn grouchy when being pinpointed by Dyn’la, position pending.

Following through with legal protocol, the procedure somewhat longer than her flighty risk taking ventures, she smiled and went through the motions, then allowed the droid to take control under her watchful eye. Soon enough they would be in orbit, the view panel of the choobiepit showing a smaller version of Coruscant beneath them, lovely from this distance, she marveled and remained quiet as they slipped slowly through the black nothingness.

Ryl Mevek:

Ryl stood staring into the mirror inside the crew quarters. Thoughts swarming through his mind, mumbling to himself as he pushed himself up from the floor having put himself into meditative trance after his physical exertion. Feeling the need to cleanse himself, to reconnect with the Force.

Standing he pulled his robe on around his shoulders, the dark reddish brown fabric forming about his frame as he walked his way out to the choobiepit, figuring by now Dyn'la would have been finished and ready to leave.

Entering the choobiepit he stood near the doorway, " Nubia is where we will be headed. I'd presume you already know where that is. " His arms folded across his chest as he watched her and the droid for a few seconds, looking back up through the window. " I hope you like Grav-Ball. Seems we'll be there during the Secbowl. So... it's going to be crowded. There will be some great food there at least. "

He went silent again, letting his words linger in the air before he pointed at the nav computer. " When we leave Coruscant head by that sector, Naro should be in there somewhere, waiting. If he hasn't gotten himself into some form of trouble. " Which he doubted for the most part, Naro was adventurous but he was also reserved when he needed to be, and not quite the ... idiot their other brother was. " I'll fill you in on more once we meet up with my brother. That way I don't have to explain it twice. "

Ne’tra Solus:

It was unusual, the feeling that she could take off and land without a hitch, not worried about random ship searches, or another ship choosing to board her and rape the craft of it’s cargo. The only cargo she carried at this point was the Jedi, and while he could be reason enough for her ship to undergo an attack by the very people she ran trades for, she found comfort in the legitimacy of her current flight. The white, it was every bit as consuming as the black. Certainly a far cry better than the confusion and anxiety offered by the gray.
With a half lit stare she gazed off into the darkness, the ship now facing away from the illuminated planet of endless cities. She could sleep again, not that she was tired, but the slow forward drift propelled by thrusters that were held at bay, and the long stretch of distance that could last for all eternity mellowed her even further. Lazily she stretched against the backing of the seat, straps still hugging her form while the droid did her work efficiently.

“Send out a beacon trace for ship J70995, Jackal 9, Captain Janiiva Letru,” she had no idea where her mentor, her longest running friend would be. The trace itself could rebound and send her the details she desired, or it could take hours to explore into the depths of wild space. It would be left to run in the background until something came of it. The beacon trace was something very few people relied upon or even knew about, Niiva had taught her so they could contact one another under the best and worst of circumstances. Each of their ships held a numbered code embedded into a modified transistor cleverly placed in the underbelly of the craft. Full words would not be recognized, but only a language that didn’t truly exist, complicated and consisting of symbols from many sources. In a sense, the smugglers/pirates version of morris code. One would truly pay hell if their number became known by the wrong people, it would be no better than having tracking device on board to lead anyone that saw fit to their exact locations if they wished it.

As the choobiepit door slid open, Dyn’la didn’t bother to look for him, she only finished up her directions to the droid discreetly with a, “Be sure to loop the signal,” then leaned forward to glance over the navigation computer. “Yah yah, I know the place,” she said listening to him as she prepped the destination. Grav-ball wasn’t something she held much interest in, but the food as he said would be nice. She didn’t have much to say of either, but her stomach didn’t mind replying with a soft grumble. A choobiey smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she thought about his brother again. In his own ship none the less, that could be fun if played out correctly. Of course she had no idea what sort of pilot he’d be, but if he were new to the scene, she could certainly spice things up with her antics. Locking onto the sector he pointed out, she eased the slow burn of the thrusters up a few notches, forcing the ship to push forward at a faster rate. Sooner than later they would approach, only one ship in that general area leaving her to assume it was Naro. If it wasn’t, she’d probably regret her next move if they retaliated with aggression. For that matter, even if it was Naro’s ship, she may end up ruffling some feathers.

The closer they got to the ship, the faster Ne’tra Solus went, the gap separating them soon to let her intentions be known. A red light began to flash on the navigation panel, indicating that if she did not adjust her direction they would have a collision. Her stomach tensed in pleasure as she dared to play chicken in her craft, not even sure at this moment if Naro’s ship was in motion.
"Oh look! I bet thats him!" she laughed outright, giving the Jedi's chain a good hard yank.

Ryl Mevek:

" Good then... " he broke off his sentence as she seemed to decide it was time to play a game. A frown forming across his features as his hand shot out to grab the wall. Bracing himself, " What is the purpose of this... if you freak him out he may just open fire on you. " He tightened his jaw watching the warning light.

Knowing his brother, being who he was had a decked out ship. Customized with enough of an arsenal to take on a warship of several classes higher than his own. This entire little jaunt seemed foolish to him, but he had seen worse. Knowing she was Force sensitive and it would probably work to her benefit, should this stunt of hers prove dangerous.

He could only watch, suddenly feeling abit helpless. A feeling he desperately hated, always having been able to handle himself, but he let trust ease him combined with a small amount of faith in her piloting skills, willing himself to remove his hand from the wall and resume his stoic seeming mask. Glaring daggers through her for making him feel as he just had. Thinking at this rate, he would up and reconsider on having her as his pilot again, but he doubted that also, she had a connection to him now, they'd been through enough together to form that... a sigh released, realizing he had calmed himself, just sinking into himself as he watched the fast incoming ship.

Ne’tra Solus:

“Purpose of what?” she said innocently. He’d given her all she wanted. A reaction, nothing more, nothing less, well, aside from the laugh still rested to the back of her throat. Dyn’la’s smile would have made the Chesire Cat envious, it refused to subside, and she reveled in the Jedi’s nervousness. Without further hesitation she adjusted her path, bringing the charging head of Ne’tra Solus up. It was possible that Navo wouldn’t have caught wise to her game. One ship now gliding over the other as she cleared his air space. “Just swinging by… as you requested,” she offered, her voice still carrying the high note of laughter.

There would be other times to play, be it with Naro or someone that wouldn’t prove friendly. With a shift in her seat, pants creasing against her thighs as she moved until being plucked free absently she settled back into her given task. Already the droid had accurately calculated the jump into hyperspace by the given coordinates. “Well then, whenever you’re ready we’ll be off. Just give the word, unless you were hoping I’d swing by your brother again.” This amused the hell out of her, toying with the Jedi, not aggressively, but playful. Dyn’la consisted of many moods and faces, for now, rested, clean, and well paid, she fell naturally into the current. With any ounce of luck Naro would be laughing over her game, had he even caught it, but in sharing blood with Ryl, he was probably just as stuffy and humorless. Win, win situation really, she thought. Humor was preferred, but she could enjoy pushing buttons on another just as much.

Naro Mevek:

Sitting in the lobby staring blankly at the image on the holdisplay, not quite paying attention but enough to know what had been going on, from what he had picked up it was the same old stuff: a new star port being put in above a certain planet, Kolto mining at average, always something that he had no interest in.

Standing up, having decided to finish what he had started before, Naro walks into his equipment room and sits down at the work table and continues on the dismantled blaster. Naro almost having the blaster in it's normal, complete condition the alarms suddenly come to life red flashes of lights startling the mercenaries senses.

Naro dropping the near-complete blaster to the ground rushes to the choobie pit. Spinning him self around the back and into his seat, Naro fires up the engine and activates the weaponry. Quickly glancing down at the radar mounted on the control panel he notices a small craft approaching at a very high speed.

Turning off the left engine, the ex-soldier spins his ship and in ninety degree angle and faces the oncoming vessel, readying a lock. Muscles straining and fingers switching Naro waits for the lock to complete. "Heh, if you're back to take revenge or get a bounty off of my head, you're outta luck." He whispers to himself, not noticing.

Finger slowy coming down onto the trigger Naro's adrenaline pumping, hoping this pilot is as good as it is so confidently displaying. Still wondering why it has not fired on him, suddenly the nose of the other ship begins to ascend.

Releasing his hand just as the ship skims above him. Setting his comunicator frequency to an open channel, Naro try's to contact the other pilot. "Hey!......You're one ballsy pilot i give you that....but also stupid, you where a nanosecond away from me blowing you to space dust." Feeling a little eased that he wouldn't have had to spend any extra credits that he didn't have on a few wasted missles.

Ne’tra Solus:

"Hey!......You're one ballsy pilot i give you that....but also stupid, you where a nanosecond away from me blowing you to space dust.”



Naro’s voice crackled into the choobiepit of Ne’tra Solus until the heel of her palm gave the nearest speaker outlet a decent pat. The words “blowing you to space dust” loud and clear. Nothing he could have said would have faded the smile she held, being mindful not to share such joy with the Jedi on board. And for a short moment she did not reply, knowing that had she done so, a laugh would have pitched her words back in the most insulting way. Then she leaned forward, by now her ship getting smaller and smaller if he hadn’t started pursuing.

“Was just swinging by…” she turned to look at Ryl and winked before adding, “You just looked so… lonely.” At this point she didn’t bother telling him that his brother was on board, toying with the man, at least until the Jedi had, had his fill of her antics and put a stop to it. If Naro was so fast to trigger, not knowing the circumstances of an upcoming ship, she thought that he must be a step up from the Jedi, a risk taker perhaps, or just fast to act without questioning his own motives, only fast to make assumptions. For all he’d of known, the oncoming ship could have been loaded to the brim with orphans of surrounding systems coming to Coruscant as refugees with a pilot that had by mistake put the ship on the wrong path. People only seemed to fire upon another ship when the threat was clear, at least in her experience. Though she couldn’t fault him for being jumpy, had she been in the same position she or the droid would have moved in a more evasive manner. She rarely put herself in that position though, sitting in orbit, Ne’tra Solus was in constant motion unless docked, even if it was set at a slow forward.

Ryl Mevek:

The Jedi Knight stood impassive, watching the display between Dyn'la and his brother, leaning foreward over to the communications console again he pressed down a button. " Just follow, we need to hurry before there is too much traffic getting in and out of Nubia. We've procrastinated enough already. " He stepped back, removing his hand. A slight look in his eyes suggesting maybe irritation or impatience.

His eyes roam over to look at her then the screen. Glad to be leaving the Coruscant spaceways. " I shall be in the back, let me know when we're going to be heading into hyperspace please. " With that Ryl left the choobiepit area. Ducking back into the galley where he could meditate. To counsel himself with the Force. This task had connections with the Shades of Ringali. An informant was there, one he had to seek out and talk to, also escort back to Coruscant for safety. The Shades were unknowning of the persons presence yet, but that could and most likely would change. What better timing to have loose ends tied up then during a large event then the one that was upcomming.

Once in the galley he lowered himself to the ground, folding his legs underneath of him. Resting his palms upon his knees, eyes slowly closing as he let himself drift into the Force...

Ne’tra Solus:

The roll of her eyes left a flicker of white. No way was Mr. Robot himself going to bring her down from the cloud she’d found after a restful sleep. Or at least she hoped, though she couldn’t help but feel a stab of aggression catch her in the side. The fact that he even had the nerve to mention procrastination, sure that it was something more directed at her than Naro or even himself, as she’d been the one that needed a brief RnR, made her want to put the ship back down on Coruscant, far from the Jedi temple and make him find another means of transportation.

It wasn’t as if she were hauling him around in some dandy ship made for excessive speed and fighting. But then again, who was she to turn away payment when it was offered, especially for a pie run. Peacefully, still maintaining the surface calm despite the wave of thought picking at her mind, she offered Ryl a nod and waved him off dismissively. Then she focused on the communication console and said, “Try to keep up would ya? nothing more, the game of follow the leader having begun. The thought to rancor about Ryl, calling him Boss, or Anal Retentive flickered playfully on the tip of her tongue, but Naro was his brother, and someone that she’d not truly met. Somehow it seemed a bad idea, so she kept the thoughts to herself.

The channel would be left open, but she wouldn’t speak even if Naro did, at least not immediately, already pushing her ship into a rotated turn until it faced away from Coruscant entirely. And while Ne’tra Solus steadily picked up speed, she avoided hyperspace for a bit longer talking with the droid, inquiring as to Jackal 9’s where abouts, having hoped that by now something would have come back. To her extreme disappointment, there had been nothing. Dyn’la held the nagging fears at bay, and rechecked the code sent just to be sure. Niiva was one of the best at what she did, admittedly better than Dyn’la considering the additional years of experience, there was nothing to worry about. Or so she hoped.

Naro Mevek:

The message he had recieved from the other pilot had been just as he had expected, from what he gathered from the stunt previously pulled, choobiey. "Oh a woman...my apologies, i take back the ballsy part, but n.." Unable to finish, being interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Uh..yessir master jeedai....but you do know, procrastination is my best skill." And with saying that Naro fires both engines and trails after the retreating vessel.

Now thinking to himself that it may have been a very bad idea to shoot the others down, because then he may have been waiting up here for weeks, he chuckles to himself.

Switching the auto pilot on and kicking his feet up onto the control panel Naro contacts the other ship once again, "You do know the route from here to Nubia is a busy one, and lots of people wanting what others have, so if we where to get attacked." he pauses, letting the words sink in hoping the choobiey pilot would feel the slightest bit of preasure. "I hope you can hold your own in a dog fight, i don't want to have to take care of both our asses." with a wide smile on his face and spinning a welding rod between his fingers staring through the window as the stars fly by.

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Ne’tra Solus:

Her nose wrinkled into a snarl as she listened to Naro speak in delay over the open channel. “Ohooo yes, please come save my tail,” she grumbled to herself, eyes rolling wildly in her head, not that the droid noticed or even cared. Then she leaned forward strumming over the button so that her voice could be clearly heard by the pilot she’d harassed earlier with her fly by.
“Listen up little guy,” condescending, still no clue as to what he was all about, “The day I need you, or anyone to save my tail is the day I buy drinks all around at the nearest cantina.” Then she released her hold of the button a smug smile lifting her cheeks high. Over confident sounding perhaps, choobiey for a fact, but dead serious in letting him know that she didn’t need him or anyone else to help her out of jam. For that matter, the likely hood that she would even ask for help was slim to none. Far too proud for her own good at times, and well aware of it.

Then she sent word in a calm broad cast through out the ship, the purr of her voice rumbling softly against any and all speakers, “Find your place Jedi, hyperspace in 5…4…3…2…” Not that she intended to hit hyperspace that quickly, she just wanted to jumpstart the Jedi’s heart, hoping he’d scramble from whatever state he happened to be in to find a strong hold in case the ride proved to be a bumpy one. Laughing softly, she gave Naro the heads up out of courtesy, “Hitting hyperspace, try not to get lost or left behind, impotence in a pilot is hardly tolerable.” Courtesy lined with a direct insult, all in good fun of course, but it was an acquired form of humor, one that he probably lacked.

Without further delay Ne’tra Solus jumped into the smooth flow that would take her far beyond any obtainable speed under normal circumstances, and then she whispered under her breath, “1,” that of the final countdown. As things settled, ship maintaining as was to be expected she removed the straps, buckles left dangling to the side of her seat in her wake as she stood to stretch into an arch, hands raised and clasped over head with the sound of her back popping in protest. A soft grunt from the effort left her and then she began pacing to the back of the choobiepit, curious as to what Niiva could be up to exactly, a worry to her mind as much as she tried to resist it.

Star Wars Mod:

" Enroute to Coruscant. " Replied the duros, leaning foreward tapping the nav-com. " Seems there is two ships heading our way... "

The Zabrak resting a hand on the chair backing the bothan occupied. Spoke up " Dip behind those astroids and shut down systems, make sure they aren't pirates or officers... "

The pilot nodded " Yes sir. ", the large Etti Lighter. A mid-sized freighter, that was re-outfitted for longer ranged tasks drifted behind a ring of asteroids. Its engines and systems locking up instantly.

" Got a radar spike Captain. I think they've probably seen us. " The man known as Artev Koth, narrowed his eyes to slits. That ship, the first one... " The Ne'tra Solus wretched half-breed. " Anger light across his human looking features, the horns on his head seeming to suddenly look sharper.

" Looks like they're jumping. " the duros said over his shoulder. " Maybe we weren't noticed. "
" No, I am sure we were. Once they hop out of hyperspace they'll realize we were hiding, follow them. " Artev said calmly.
About to ask a further question the duros went silent and powered up the systems again, using a trace on the location they were headed. Then took off, soon leaping, hopefully far enough behind the two ships that just passed they wouldn't draw more attention.

" Get me a readout on the other ship when we hit the other end, be prepared to take off again if we have to. " Artev Koth continued to glare at the viewscreen. " rancor will pay... " he muttered under his breath, the duros only frowned knowing what happened when his leader was in this frame of mind, also knowing that very few people could bring such forth from him. Dyn'la Solus was one of those few, and Captain Artev Koth never forgave anyone... swallowing he released a sigh as the ship rammed foreward, stars becoming lines of light, tracers...

Naro Mevek:

Listening to the reply from the female on the other end, able to sense the tension in the others voice, Naro laughing speaks again, "You better be one of your word...cause i will remember that." still chuckling at how quick she had snapped back. "And here's something you need to remember...I drink a lot."

Too interested in the conversation/argument, Naro hadn't noticed the vessel on his radar, hidden within a cluster of asteroids.

Recieving the last message the Mercenary, readying for hyperdrive, has one last thing to say, "Well...don't blame me if we come out and you're on the other side of the galaxy of which we are headed." Almost instantly the ship vanishes from it's previous spot following the other.

Enroute to their destination Naro steps out of the choobiepit and moving back into his favorite space, his equipment room, then picks his blaster from the ground and places it back onto the table. Only thinking once if he should continue with the tedious cleaning task, but coming to the conclusion that he can always do it later and retires to his sleeping quarters for a quick nap.

While in his sleeping quarters before he closes his eyes, Naro decides to looks up some info in the databank on the ship that his brother is currently traveling in.

Ryl Mevek:

'Ryl's eyes stayed closed as they he heard the intercom tossed out voice of Dyn'la. Pushing himself up to his feet he moved to one of the galley chairs, sitting down to strap in. Resting his head back he released a sigh.

Soon they will be outside of Nubian space (which will be crowded with spectators)...a beautiful planet. Small, temperate. Two landmasses seperated by oceans. The terrain consisted of rolling fields bisected by immense mountain ranges. Agricultural farms spread all across its globe. Dabbled throughout the mountains is the urban sprawl, riddled with mining cities. Many major galactic corporations call Nubia home, boosting its economy. The planet a near perfect blend of cityscape and farmland.

His jaw tenses as the drive systems kick in, sending them through the stream of hyperspace. Sucking him back into his seat, his eyes flashing to the side as he felt a pang of hostility. Something beyond the ship, not his brothers either, now behind them and out of range. When they hit the other side of the tunnel he would speak of it, perhaps it was nothing. Normally that wasn't the case. Not with his intuitive abilities, they generally were accurate.

Ne’tra Solus:

For the extent of the time spent in hyperspace, minutes, hours, Dyn’la remained in the choobiepit. She either paced to the back, the door sliding open and shut every time she passed, or slumped in her chair. It was obvious that she’d grown restless. The well natured woman of earlier was slipping further and further away, Niiva was still untraceable, and she could only capture visions of screams, angry, terrified, then nothing. Surely it was her imagination, she was once again over thinking things, and worrying over nothing at all. But that thought didn’t seem to reassure her much.

By the time they met their destination, being spit from hyperspace into orbit surrounding Nubia, Dyn’la was once again in her seat and buckled. She’d offered a fair warning over the com system for the Jedi, somehow not nearly as in the mood to toy with him or anyone for that matter. A wave of seriousness had consumed her, down to business, possibly more appealing towards the man that seemed to like less play, and less conversation. The vast black speckled with stars twisted against itself until her ship slowed, ripples of the engines efforts only mildly distorting the sharpness of her ship from behind. “Might want to keep yourself in place,” she said softly over the speakers, “I’ll be pushing through the atmosphere and docking shortly.”

Then she said nothing, but waited as Ne’tra Solus took on a better approach angle, viewing the planet below with what should have been longing. But instead it was just the same feeling she got no matter what planet she happened to be nearing. From this distance, most everything seemed less impressive. And beyond that, she had been to Nubia once or twice in her time, so it still seemed much like a pie run, rather than the chance for exploration and appreciation. The only thing that did catch her attention and hold it truly, would be the hive of ships of varied shapes and sizes all preparing to do the same thing she happened to be doing. They couldn’t have picked a more difficult time to come into this area, that was for sure. Not only would it leave her own vessel more vulnerable for attack, but it left her open for pilots less traveled to cross her trail, or path, and make it a harder descent than necessary.

Naro Mevek:

Exiting the hyperspace lanes Naro pushes his ship towards the Star Questor, Called the Ne'tra Solus. Within meters of the other ship the mercenary initiates the custom booster mounted to the side of his IG causing it to spin sideways. With the choobiepit of the IG just above the Questor, Naro radios in, "I think we've got somebody on our tail..I picked up something on my radar just before we jumped."

Keeping an eye on his equipment the ex-soldier readies his shields and does a systems check on the IG, in case they do end up having to fight, he wouldn't want anything messing up while in battle. "Im not sure of their motive yet, but im sure you should get your weapons ready, don't plan on leaving the controls any time soon and also.....get ready to buy some drinks." Then slowing down to take a position behind the Ne'tra Solus, Naro waits to see if anything had really followed them.

Naro hadn't been in a space battle in a while, his muscles where tense with anticipation, no matter how much he had hated fighting, his Kiffarian blood ruled over his morality.

Star Wars Mod:

Artev Koth's Etti Lighter dubbed the Sneer. Shot free of the hypserspace lane like a rock being tossed into the water. Slowing drastically.

Two ships, hovering outside of the parade of other entry Ships. Cursing under his breath. " Slow... we can't attack here, not unless we want. Republic, Corsec or some other piece of poodoo Planetary defense shutting us down.

He tapped the duros shoulder. " Voyt, open a channel with the Captain of the Solus. " His voice seemed straining to stay calm, feeling cheated. " Keep your eyes on that other ship as well. No idea who it could be. Someone look it up! " He hallered across the ships deck. Only about three others present not including himself.

" Dyn'la. You filthy whore. I see you're still alive. " His first words to be transmitted, sending another message. " Here for the games? Maybe we can meet up planet side and have a few drinks. Get some issues settled out. I've got alot to talk with you over. You can bring your friend also. I'll be bringing mine. " His lips drew back. Reaching up a fingerless gloved hand to tug at one of his many crown spikes. Waiting her response.

Ne’tra Solus:

The agitated sound of nails tapping, gripping, then repeating the cadence over the arm rest of her chair sounded out. Naro’s words had registered just fine, had given her something to think about as her eyes roamed the small screen lit with several ships some further away than others. Naro’s was expected to be close, but the one just behind them that had emerged from hyperspace only seconds after the warning had left his mouth caused a bit of concern. “Dunno about you flyboy,” she said nonchalantly, “but I’m not going to sit around and wait for confrontation, the closer we are to that Nubia, the less likely they are to attack, if that’s the intent. I’m armed, and ready to play, but I’m moving.” Running scared perhaps they would say of her, but they would be wrong. She preferred to think of it as using her surroundings to her advantage.

Before she had a chance to say anything further to Naro the open channel of communication split and sent forth a voice that had chills running up and down her spine. It was a voice that she could hardly forget, one that she’d played with, one that would be holding a grudge. The green of her eyes flashed with bitter sweet memories and a cruel smile curled the corners of her mouth into a wicked flash of teeth.

“Ah Arti, you always were so fast to compliment a lady,” she laughed openly not bothering to mask her vocals, “Of course I’m still alive, you know a good kitty always lands on her feet. I see you got the invite, I know what a fan of the games you are, I couldn’t think of anyone better to go with, and here you are, already inviting me to drinks, such a sweetheart.” Complete and utter bullpoodoo, she loved it, needling her way under his skin, hoping to provoke him as it was something she did with such care and pride. She gasped softly, faking her way through an overjoyed sound, “I would love to come have drinks with you, Your treat right?” Again she laughed, she had no intention of meeting with him, and could only assume that unless he tailed her all the way down, then made it a habit of following her around, along with her friends of choice, that playing keep away in the massive crowds below wouldn’t be such a hard ordeal.
“As far as bringing friends, I suppose that’s alright with me, you never did strike me as the type that could fulfill a womans needs, I’m sure they’ll come in handy after you’re spent.” And that was where the bullpoodoo ended, and the verbal cut played weaved it's way into the earlier, nicer words. Pure delight struck her, it felt good to piss someone off so thoroughly, and she could imagine, that he'd be good and steamed after that sunk in.

From what she could recall, he was temperamental, that last comment of hers may have gone slightly over board, but it was her way. Ending her message, the smile faded quickly from her expression, the delight subsiding, seriousness taking control again as she looked towards the droid. “I happen to like this ship, a lot… don’t you? Lets get her down there on that pretty little planet in the thick of it all so that we can admire her for just a bit longer.”

It took only those words and the Ne’tra Solus pulsed forward in a quicker pace. Had Koth intended to attack her openly, he’d of done it as soon as he had dropped from hyperspace, that much she knew, but there was no need to linger about and tempt him to become stupid and impulsive.

With communication still open she sent another message to Naro’s ship. “I think I’ll have to pass on buying drinks… That would be Artev Koth, and old acquaintance, he’ll be the one buying the drinks, be sure to tell him Dyn’la sent you if you run into him, I’m sure he’ll be thrilled, always was such an agreeable fella.”

Naro Mevek:

Just as he thought, a ship had followed them and wasn't far behind, hearing a reply from the female pilot, Naro responds back, "Roger, Roger.....Doesn't look like much is going to happen anyways, if so...im sure it would have already." Still not letting his guard down one bit.

Hearing the channel break off into silence, the mercenary waits to see what's going on. After a brief pause he notices the Ne'tra Solus accelerate forward and coming to the conclusion that the confrontation with the other ship was not going to happen.....yet, Naro follows the Questor into Nubia space.

"An old aquaintance eh?" Pausing a while, thinking to himself of what the girl had done to this one. "If i do run into him...i'll be sure to relay the message." Staring at the screen that had been displaying the information on the girl who goes by the name of Dyn'la, which had been on since his nap.

Dyn'la Solus

Crime- Aiding in the escape of a prisoner. Accusation of smuggling illegal cargo.

Description- A catharian female, auburn/red hair, 5’8 in height with pale pale skin and she pilots a ZH-25 Questor cargo ship.

Bounty- 3,200 credits, Alive

That was all the information they had on her, "Not too bad of a bounty." Naro had thought, good thing he wasn't a bounty hunter. The ex-soldier kept his distance from the Ne'tra Solus on their journey to the Nubian port, incase he had to do some quick menuvering and also in order to make the two into more difficult targets if the larger ship had decided to fire upon them.