Knights into Darkness (starwars RolePlay for anyone)

[Dramen]

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This is set in a time frame way away from any of the ‘official’ starwars stories. Seriously like thousands of years into the future so there aren’t any characters that anyone knows. My character is a Jedi Knight by the name of Torkin Jordiac. He’s a tall human male with general good looks and a roguish reputation. He’s about 28 years old. He has been ordered to get together a small team of fellow Jedi Knights and go on a scouting mission to a mysterious planet that is loaded with dark side power. There haven’t been Sith around for centuries but a few dark Jedi have left the order over the years. The council thinks that these dark siders are forming another cult of Sith and want Torkin and his team to find out what’s going on.

Here’s a start in case any are interested:

Torkin stood solemn in his black robes in front of the council. As he looked around the council chamber he marveled at the beauty of it. The crystal clear glass coupled with the colored glass and stone to form an awesome display. The Jedi Masters within the council chamber garnered less of his awe than the room itself did, especially Korfin Shol’ke. He was a Bothan master that had been against Knighting Torkin when his time came. He was out voted but Torkin never forgot it. He was the one speaking now.

“Jedi Jordiac, as you might have guessed from the intelligence reports you have just been given, we have a mission for you. The unrest in the Kroovonian System grows and we need to find out why. There is a planet in the system called Torow. There have been several reports from Force sensitives of a Dark presence in the area.”

“So you want me to go check it out?” he asked in surprise. Half of the Jedi Council thought he was to Dark in his ways as it was. Why would they send him there? “Is this supposed to be some kind of test?”

“Test or trust, Torkin, call it what you will,” the Grand Master Orlo Rye said. “We want you to choose a small team of fellow Jedi Knights whom you think can help you get the job done. Take them and go. We will expect a report back when you choose your team.”

Torkin stood in silence. He didn’t know whether it was a test or a show of trust. There was only one thing to do now in any case. He had to convince a few Jedi to go with him. That shouldn’t be too hard.

“You may go now Torkin,” Master Rye said.

Torkin just then realized he was still standing in the middle of the chamber. He bowed slightly and turned to leave. Now the only question was who would agree to go with him?

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Lyell posted:


"Heh!" Vizzal, a light-blue skinned Twi'lek, chortled. "They want to send you where?" she asked, not quite believing that could have really been an order, especially for Torkin. The tips of her tails seemed to disagree about how to respond.

But Vizzal knew Torvik. He wasn't a joker, at least when it came to orders. Vizzal's head tilted to the right as she considered the proposition before her. Recently knighted herself, she too sought a way to prove her worth. "Alright, I'll go. Someone's going to have to keep your nose clean!" That last bit seemed to come off as a light, playful scolding.

[Dramen]

Torkin had always respected Vizzal's skills as a Jedi. So he was glad she was coming along. Also, as was the case with most Twileks, there was nothing wrong with way she looked. So Torkin was really glad she was coming along. Still that only had him and Vizzal going. He'd checked with several others but none were willing to help him out.

It was beginning to look like he and Vizzal would be on there own. It wasn't a mission that lent itself easily to success with just two Knights, let alone two fairly inexperienced ones. He checked his chrono and saw that there was a little more time before he and Vizzal would leave. If no one else came forward before then, it would be up to the two of them to accomplish.

The thought both scared and excited Torkin at the same time. This should be interesting he thought as a smile broadened across his face.

[Lyell]

"Torkin," Vizzal stated plainly, her tone growing cross as she eyed the curling of his lips. She could already see the gears in his head turning. "This is a reconnaissance mission." A hand appeared from beneath Vizzal's robes to point at Torkin's face. "Remember that." The sight was comical to say the least. Vizzal was a year or so Torkin's junior and naturally shorter than he. Literally looking up to him was something she hadn't quite gotten used to.

[Dramen]

Torkin brushed off the comment by Vizzal. She had a point but she was even more green than he was.

"I think we can handle the mission as well as the things they didn't tell us about. We want to get to the bottom of this and fix it. That will show the masters just what we can do. Especially when it's just the two of us. Are you ready to go?" If so meet me in the hangar bay in ten minutes."

With that Torkin headed off in that direction.

((OOC: Lyell sorry it was so long between posts for me. I got approved and had to find my way around the other part of the site. This is pretty cool I think as it is. Feel free to move it forward a bit if you want. Thanks again for joining in!))

[Lyell]

Vizzal shifted nervously as Torkin's confidence shone through. The prospect of gaining the attention of the masters and having to resist the urge to employ the 'which way to the hangar' joke must have overridden her unease. "Hmm... what to take...?" She mused, mucking through her quarters.

All in all Vizzal was maybe a minuet or three later than had been agreed(?) upon. She didn't appear to be in a hurry as she approached Torkin.

[Dramen]

Torkin saw her coming and nodded, "Lets get going then."

Within the hour they were on their way to the Kroovonian system.

Torkin only wondered what they would find when they got there.

[Paugus]

Tyran sat at his console, eased back into the chair, his feet on top of the computers. Fast, heavy music thumped its way around his small surveillance craft, drifting in orbit around the planet Torow. Eyes closed, his foot tapped alongside the music, until it was interrupted by a loud 'beep-beep'. Tyran sat up, his eyes fluttered open and he reached forward to flick off the music. "... Huh." He tapped a few times on his console, bringing up a view of the Kroovonian system. Another ship was coming in... a Jedi transport, it looked like. "Those would be them." He raises his hand to run through his black hair draped over his eyes, sighing. He'd taken on this mission from the Jedi to confirm the beginning reports three weeks ago, and drifted from port to port scanning over Torow again and again, tapping in to communications to narrow down the location of where the dark Jedi had snuck off to, and here were the relief force. Stern-faced, he swung around his ship to head over towards the new ship, tapping in a request to open communications.

[Lyell]

 Though the beeping of the console may have woken Torkin from his day-dreaming, it was Vizzal's hands that were operating the communications console. "Not to break your meditation, Torkin," Vizzal chided, "but there is a vessel orbiting Torow that is hailing us. Should I patch it through?"

[Dramen]

Torkin had been meditating on the upcoming mission most of the journey. He wasn't the best at it but the Masters seem to think it helped, so he gave it a try. All he really sensed during the meditation was darkness. No specifics just darkness. It was enticing and somewhat scary even all at once. Just enough to make the little hairs stand up on the back of your neck.

Vizzal's statement had jolted him out of the meditation but even then Torkin took a few minutes to respond. Finally he turned to Vizzal with a shake that he hoped would get rid of any cobwebs, "Sorry Vizzal, yes go ahead and patch it through."

[Paugus]

Communications are opened between the two ships, and a rough, sombre voice breaks through. "Hold a moment, let me identify your ship. I just want to make sure you two are Jedi." A few moments of silence, then. "Hnh... looks like you check out, good. My name is Tyran Dunos, a mercenary that was recently hired by your Jedi Council. I assume your visiting here means you're finally moving against the Dark Jedi?"

[Dramen]

"Thats the mission Tyran." Torkin wondered why the blazes the council would hire a merc? Obviously it would be to check on him. They didn't trust him. That of course made Torkin angry. "So Tyran, did the council say why you were called in on this mission? I think we can handle it but you're welcome to tag along if you want." Torkin was really trying to get to the mercenary. He figured maybe making someone else mad would make him feel better... seemed a bit childish but hey... so what.

[Paugus]

A quiet laugh returns over the communications. "My mission was just to tie down just where your targets were, but if you're inviting me along.. sure, I'll 'tag along'. Perhaps you would like to know where we are 'tagging along' to, or were you just going to wander the planet until you found a few Darks?" It's obvious he's picked up on the mild aggression in Torkin's tone, giving as much as he was getting.

[Dramen]

Torkin cleared his throat uncomfortably as he knew the man had a point. It would be much better and quicker to have someone who knew more about where he was going. He wouldn't outwardly admit defeat to this mercenary but he would just ask for his help and move on. "If you know about where the dark siders are that we are going for, it would be welcome to have your help. Just give me a direction to go in." As he waited Torkin thought that with some help they might be able to do more than recon on this gig. Which of course he had planned all along to do much more than what the mission said for him to do.

[Paugus]

"I'm sending over coordinates to land now. Hold a moment." Data streams across, a holographic view of Torow rises and the planet spins, placing a dot on what looks to be a fairly deserted area, a desert. Then another dot, on a settlement, and yet another on a deep jungle. It looked like Torow had quite a varied environment. "Those are the three places we can land that are nearest three separate readings of where the Dark Jedi are likely to be. They may even be at all three of them, if this has become a serious problem. Just tell me which one we head to first."

[Dramen]

Torkin didn't get any impression from any of the three choices. He looked at Vizzal who just shrugged as well. Seeing that it didn't matter which one since neither of them knew which one to choose first, he just picked one. Torkin sent the coordinates of the one he randomly chose back to Tyran. "Lets start with that one. Now lets go get us some Dark siders." He looked at Vizzal who was wagging a finger at him, "I know it's just recon I know! That was just a," he paused looking for an obvious lie, "That was just a figure of speech."

[Paugus]

"To the city it is. See you there." Tyran turns his ship around, clicking off communications, directing his ship back into Torow's atmosphere to land.

[Dramen]

Once he had landed the ship, Torkin walked around the area briefly trying to get some sense of anything. He walked off to the right and extended his Force senses beyond what the eye could see and the ear could hear. He still only got a vague sense of darkness. It was powerful enough to effect any Force users around and most certainly powerful enough to cause trouble wherever it (or they) wanted to. The question remained still though, where was it exactly. What was it? Was it a powerful Dark Sider that was casting darkness out powerful enough for all around to sense it? Or was it some ancient artifact of Sith lore that held strong darkness within it?

There was only one way to find out. He knew his lightsaber was at his waist and went back to get food packets enough to do them all a good week. Hopefully Tyran would bring some of his own and they would have plenty. He turned to where Tyran had landed and was standing beside his ship, "You ready to go Merc?" He flashed a quick smile, "Can I call you Merc?"

[Paugus]

"You ready to go Merc? Can I call you Merc?" Tyran pushes himself off from leaning against the nose of his ship, grinning. "You can call me whatever you want, friend, although I'd like to know your name." He waves a hand a little at the surrounding insides of the spaceport. "It's easy to get lost in a place like this, I can't go around calling out 'Jedi', I could find anyone."

[Lyell]

Vizzal wasn't particularly miffed over taking care of post landing proceedures while Torkin went to play diplomat with their newly aquired companion. No. She was ticked because Vizzal could sense the animosity already growing between them. (Then again, who couldn't?) As she exited the craft and donned her hood, she only looked back casually to remotely close the ramp and activate the cloaking device on board.

[Paugus]

Tyran nodded to the hooded twi'lek as she stepped off the Jedi's craft, calling out before Torkin could answer. "I'm glad to see this one wasn't coming here alone! This job would be difficult enough with a complete group, let alone.. well, alone. Name's Tyran." Well, she was very pretty as most twi'leks were, even if she was a Jedi.

[Lyell]

It was evident that Vizzal had no experience as a dancer, or even as a slave. She carried herself like most jedi did and seemed to be all business. Perhaps she was discovered at an early age. Her features didn't really seem to have that much impact on her mannerisms, save for those tails. Ah yes, the trade mark of the twi'lek and the very meaning behind the name of their race. Ever active they were, as she'd yet to learn how to suppress them in her normal speech. "I'm Vizzal." She extended a hand to shake with. "A pleasure meeting you, even though the circumstances may not be the best."

[Paugus]

He steps forward, grasping her hand with a firm grip. "Likewise. This will only be my second mission, groundside. Officially, anyway." He gives a smile, nodding to Torkin. "So. Shall we get this show on the road? I have a few places I can check for more information, one or two safe, three or four not so safe, that I haven't tapped yet." He walks back over to his ship, reaching inside to unhook a blaster rifle, attaching it to his back. Next comes out a cloak, swirling that around himself to conceal the rifle. "This always makes me feel like a Jedi." He turns, smirking. "So, what shall it be? Safe, dangerous, or do you already have a plan worked out?" He looks between the two Jedi, one eyebrow raised.

[Dramen]

Torkin walked over silently as Vizzal and Tyran greeted one another. Finally at Tyran's question Torkin spoke, "I have a plan. By the way Tyran my name is Torkin. I am technically the leader of this mission but that's only in name. As far as I'm concerned we all have input. But as far my plan," he looked over to the side he had felt the darkness pressing, "We go that way."

[Paugus]

Tyran gives a salute bordering on the lazy side. "Alright then, you're the boss... after you." He falls in next to Vizzal.

[Lyell]

Vizzal's head tilted to the side that she might see past Torkin in the direction he guestured. One tentacle hung freely as she quirked a brow. Straight away into the lion's den, eh? Vizzal straightened again. "Very well."

[Dramen]

They made their way towards the dark area, or at least what felt like the dark area of the city. Torkin had suggested that go this way as a first idea, actually hoping someone would have a different idea to consider. But the truth was that this was the best way anyway. He shrugged as they went on.

[Paugus]

As they make their way through the city on foot, it's clear that they're already in the slums.. high above them cars float through their traffic, while down here most people scurry about on foot or in speeders. Tyran murmurs very quietly. "What a dump... reminds me of where I grew up." He taps his blaster on his side, reassuring himself. "Well, at least the Darks aren't running the city or anything.. yet."

[Dramen]

"Right at least we don't think so," Torkin said in response to the comment. "A city like this can hide many things as I'm sure you know."

Suddenly he stopped. A gasp from Vizzal suggested she felt it too. They were very close to the source of this area's dark force presence. He turned to Vizzal, "Which way do you say we go?" Then he looked at Tyran, "Can you feel anything near here? Anything strange at all?"

Torkin knew the man wasn't a Jedi but that didn't mean he wasn't somewhat force sensitive. And even non-force sensitives could feel some dark presences.

[Lyell]

Oh Vizzal did more than gasp. Beneath that robe she shuddered,rubbing her arms as her tails quiverd. Gut instinct, haunting chills, those in tune with the force recognized it as a message, usually being that something is wrong. Vizzal glanced up but could divine nothing other than traffic and city lights. "Not above us. Perhaps below?" she querried as she glanced groundward. "Tyran? In your scannings have you come across cities with underground facilities?"

[Paugus]

Tyran looked between the two Jedi curiously. "I.. huh. It just feels.. dark. Depressing. We -are- in an alley." He follows Vizzal's gaze down, frowning. "I.. there were a few strange readings from below, I thought it was just seismic activity, or something. Earthquakes. But..." He reaches up and brushes the hair out of his eyes, looking up to them again.

"They could've been caused by shielded underground facilities, to block off scans. I was wondering why they always just cut out.." He looks around. ".. I don't know where to go from here. Can you two find an.. entrance, or something, some way to at least get us inside?"

[Justme]

*Ranit  was lounging in a darkened doorway hiding from the gangs of boys who roamed the slums looking for trouble. Shed been found once and that was once to many. It was only luck that she had been able to escape with nothing more than ripped clothes and a busted lip and that was a few years ago before she started to look more like a girl . Her black hair done up in a tight braid that hung to her mid back. Her brown eyes flickered over the trio "What a dump... reminds me of where I grew up." she heard one of them say and instantly went on the offensive it wasn't much but it was HER home he was insulting. Well if he was going to insult it he would have to pay a toll. She stuffed her braid down inside the back of her shirt as she stepped from her hiding spot and moved towards them from behind. A first glance would have her appearing to be no more than a child, a slight figure smaller than even the smallest of the trio. Dressed in well worn patched shapeless clothing that hung on her small frame  a gray hooded cape thrown over one shoulder. Bumping into the mouthy man she glared at him " Watch where I'm walking!" and moving quickly past him some small trinket of his coming with her. She would stop and look at her prize once she was safely away. No need alerting him by running.

[Paugus]

Tyran's fingers twitch as he walks, anxious for trouble. Next thing he knows, a small slip of a child bumps into him from behind, staggering him a little. He blinks, visibly confused as she scootches past them, yelling out "Watch where I'm walking!" He stared at her for a few moments, wondering how the heck that made sense. A very quiet "Wait.." Suddenly he patted himself down quickly, focusing around his belt - ah. He squatted down slightly and moved forward quickly and quietly, moving to just behind her as she reaches a corner to freedom. He reached out a hand to grab the back of her clothing.

[Dramen]

Torkin had been focused on trying to get to whatever the source of all of this was when Tyran had turned around. A quick glance showed that he was going after a girl. That seemed strange. It was the girl that had just walked by them. Finally the haze cleared in Torkin's mind and he remembered her bumping into him. She snatched something.

Torkin didn't want to get involved in one way or the other. He simply turned to Vizzal and crossed his arms across his chest, "Well, this should be interesting."

All of the criptic stuff about finding the darkness could wait a few minutes. They needed Tyran's knowledge plus this could prove fun to watch.

[Justme]

* Ranit was almost to the corner and safety when she felt the tug at her cape pulling her back into the alley . She immediately stepped back stomping on his toe,  Her elbow going back to dig into his ribs. A growl erupting from her throat to make herself sound more fierce. No doubt, had she been taller or himself shorter her long nails would have raked across the mans face. Luckily for him she couldn't*

[Paugus]

He grunts as her elbow slams into his ribs. "C'mon now, none o' that." He shifts out to the side slightly, tugging hard on her clothes to get the girl off balance, twisting around to try and follow her down to pin her to the ground.

[Lyell]

Vizzal turned her head slowly to Torkin in disbelief. Once she realized he was being serious, she placed a pair of fingers to her forehead and shook her cranium slowly. "The things you suspect to be interesting more often than not lead to trouble." Still, she didn't necessarily do anything to help Tyran or stop Ranit.

[Justme]

Ranit was forced to the ground be the much larger mans frame. The action bringing up all sorts of buried memories. She leaned up and attempted to bite whatever was close enough to do so baring that head but him. And at that point  she wished desperately for some of her luck. Which happened in the form of a nearby piece of plasticrete rising off the ground to smash against Tyrans skull not enough to actually hurt him seriously but enough to startle him and make him feel it. The girl didnt see it rising niether would Tyran. All she would know was that her "luck" was there to save her once more. She couldnt be the dark they were looking for could she?.. No if she had been Tyran's brains would most likely have been splattered  across the pavement.

[Paugus]

Tyran finally started to feel like he could get the girl under control enough to start talking when a chunk of plasticrete smacked him upside the head. He grunted with surprise, trying to twist around to see what it was while keeping Ranit pinned - his eyes away from Ranit's head meant his hand didn't move and she was able to sink her teeth into his fingers. "Agh! Damn it!" Ripping them free he quickly sits back onto her legs, shoving the plasticrete out of the way. "Calm down, will ya? We're not going to do anything to you, just give back the damn holovid!"

[Justme]

  Glaring at him, she pulled something from her sleeve, throwing it as far away from the man as she could. Her hope was he would go to retrieve it leaving her free to run the other direction. Hopefully to disappear before he found it to be no more than an old news-disc. She wasnt to happy to give that up but his disc sound much more profitable.

[Paugus]

Tyran wasn't lying when he said he'd grown up in a place like this. "Nice try, kid. Now go grab it and bring it back to be in my hand. Oh, and you see those two over there?" He hooks a thumb towards the two Jedi. "Prolly more trouble than you wanna deal with. They're waitin' for the opportunity to give ya a good punchin', but I ain't gonna let 'em -unless- you give me the holovid back. Okay?" He looks.. mean. Obviously it's -very- important to him.. he slowly gets off her legs, moving to block her exit so she can go fetch whatever she threw into the corner.

[Lyell]

Vizzal for the moment watched Ranit with a somber face. Upon eyeing the plasticrete rise off the ground, she was reminded of the fate that may have befallen her had the council not found her. While certainly not very imposing looking on her own, the Twi'lek could have been hiding a myriad of devices beneath that coat.

[Dramen]

Torkin watched the whole scene unfold with calm enjoyment. The permacrete surprised him though. Not the fact that she hit the Merc with a slab of permacrete but the fact that she did it with the force. He walked up to the girl and said. "How about coming along with us? We are searching for some things around here that you might have insight into. What do you say?"

He ignored the looks he got from everyone around. She was native and force sensitive plus didn't have the set viewpoint of the Jedi. It was obvious that they needed her with them. Obvious to him at least.

[Justme]

 She glared around at the trio. The female Twi'lek blocking one end of the alley the loudmouth the other and the .. she didnt have a rude nickname for him yet but she was sure she would have one given enough time   giving her an offer she felt she wasnt going to be able to refuse. She edged around him warily as she moved to the news-disc picking it up and palming it without thining back into her sleeves. Looking about the three she grimaces slightly. " Like I have a choice?... " If they thought she was going to come along peacefully she would soon se them straight a small grimace stealing over her features.

[Lyell]

Vizzal eyed Torkin with half lids and raised brows. "Have you, lost your mind?" Her eyes turned to Ranit. "No offence, but..." She guestured twords the plasticrete. "untrained force powers weilded with emotion are about as unwieldy as a bantha herd in a thunderstorm."

[Justme]

 She looks at the Twi'lek blankly obviously not understanding the nature her "luck" has taken. But catching her words to the man she grins at her. "You mean he has one?....My Ma always said.. you cant miss what you never had.. Same  goes for loosing things "

[Paugus]

Tyran lets out a snort and then laughs quietly, eyeing Torkin and murmuring "Well she's spot on there."

[Dramen]

Torkin laughed off their comments. He knew it was risky taking on an untrained force user but it also could be helpful in their current situation. He eyed them all, "I assure you I know exactly what I'm doing. This might be the key that leads us exactly where we want to go."

He turned and looked in the direction they were going before then turned back to the group, "Shall we my new friends?" He caught the glance from Vizzal, "And old friends of course."

[Lyell]

Vizzal absently rubbed her forehead again. She felt a headache comming on. Not one of ill-condition, no. Just one of needless complication. "I am beginning to question my previous assessment of that, yes." Came the reply to Ranit's retort and grin. Her furrowed features unelenting, her glance moved up to Torkin again. "I certainly hope you know what you're doing."

[Paugus]

Tyran rubbed his cheek, murmuring. "I've got a bad feeling about this..." He blinked, and beckoned to Ranit. "And oy. Holovid. Oh, and... what's your name, kid?"

[Justme]

She eyed him warily passing over the news-disc. She thought about lying  but decided against it something about the three letting her know she was outmatched. She would have to bide her time. " Ranit" .. Just because she would concede they have the upper hand doesnt mean she has to give everything away for free. She grinned a bit. The wanted to go to the ruins?... Well She'd let them wander a bit before selling them the information they were looking for. she'd only been down below once or twice herself and it wasnt an experiance she was eager to repeat.

[Paugus]

"Nice to meet you Ranit. You've got a good... ugh. Elbow. On you." He grins still, his eyes quickly checking over the vid. Seems good. He slips it away. "Don't go leading us into traps and we won't go leading you into.. well.. I'd have to hand you over to Torkin for disciplinary actions. Him being the leader at all."

[Lyell]

"Hah!" Vizzal chortled. "That's the first tine I've heard 'Torkin' and 'disciplinary' in the same breath and it didn't mean trouble for him!" She slipped her hands behind her head, elbows in the air. "Moving on up in the universe, eh Torkin?"

[Dramen]

"Indeed Vizzal," Torkin agreed in spite of her meaning, "I tend to skip the disciplinary things myself. I assure you I could get used to it however if you needed it."

[Justme]

Ranit snickers at them, her mind identifying them as a couple by the easy familiarity they had with each other. Seeing the man identified as Tyran hadn't noticed she'd given him a news-disc she decided to keep quite for now. Perhaps they would slip as to what was on it, as she didn't have any way of checking it for herself. After all she didn't want to be cheated when she sold it. So knowing its contents would help set its value.

[Xanica Kor]

((I'd like to join...just not sure how...))

[Paugus]

"... Well, now we've picked up a ratbag local. What now?" He moves back over to the group, seemingly satisfied that Ranit's not going to bolt straight away. "We need to find a way down to the underground, right?"

[Dramen]

((Xanica, you can just join in wherever. Post in this thread: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58049.0 And you can discuss what character you want to be and what you want to do and such. But this is just sort of wide open.))

Torkin nodded and looked from one side to the other, "Yes we do. I think I saw a lift somewhere over there. Unless anyone has an objection I say we just run down there and see what's happening. We're bound to run into something sooner or later."

Torkin started in that direction before anyone said anything. He figured if there was any objection, he would stop. The underground here wasn't just a dead place in itself. There were a few cantinas and shops down there. They were just more on the slummish side of things. And that sounded like as good of a place as any to look for darkness to Torkin.

[Justme]

She laughed and then smothered it looking innocent. She was more than happy to let the big strong men lead the way. This should prove fun.

[Lyell]

Vizzal sighed inwardly as she followed Torkin. There was so much she wanted to say to him, but she knew it would fall on deaf ears. Things like 'I have a bad feeling about this' and 'that's why your tutors are so critical of you! No foresight!' But he's already heard it all before, to no avail. "At the very least, the poorest people usually have the strongest drinks."

[Paugus]

Tyran fell in beside Vizzal again, giving one last glance to Ranit behind them. "Just don't drink anything that ends up with you being carted off. I'd hate to end up in a laserfight over an /unconscious/ pretty lady." He grins at the twi'lek.

[Justme]

Following the trio for now though a part of her tells her to just slip off while she can. the Cantina's in the underground sewers were rough places to be.. though she new a few people there. While she wouldn't call them friends they weren't enemies either.. well with a few exceptions of course.

[DrakeCaven]

Allesk held a disc in his hand, a hologenerator, new and sleek, seemingly at odds with the grim that surrounded him. The Jedi where here, he thought with a sigh, he needed to go back over his orders. Allesk held down a small indentation in center the which lit up for a moment and let it go, holding the small emitter in one hand. A spectral figure appeared out of the blue light It appeared to be is a Jedi robe but little else could be seen for certain. Humanoid yes, but every other feature was clouded by shadow, its voice distorted by some screening apparatus. 

"Alleck Joziah Cane. After screening numerous other bounty hunters I have come to you. I won’t waste our time flattering you, you are neither the strongest the quickest or the smartest; but I've been reading up on you Allesk." The figure bent closer as if examining Allesks every feature, "You displayed a remarkable will in the Ariskis incident. A bedrock you will need in the coming days. Jedi are coming Alleck. Coming to Tomorrow. You must," The figure put an emphasis on this word, "Keep them safe; discretely if possible. My involvement in this would be best kept to a minimum, and it is of the upmost importance you keep this secret. Accomplish this talk Alleck, and you'll never have to work a day in your life again. Compromise me in any way and your death will be unusually painful. I'll send you more orders as they become necessary. Goodbye Mr.Cane."

Alleck stood there for a long time in the slums, as people passed him by, not giving a second look to the odd man staring at the disc in his palm. If he went through with this there would be no turning back. Slowly he slipped the disc into a pocket and glanced out over the street. They would be here soon, he would need to get in position.

And so quietly, stealthily, he slipped into the shadows, and waited.

[Dramen]

After going into the underground area, Torkin searched out what his information suggested was a happening place for information and well... some fun too maybe.

Fanty's was lit up with all colors of neon lights and had a decent crowd of beings gathered. Someone asked what exactly they were doing here. In response Torkin simply plopped down at a table, "I'm meeting someone here to get some information," he looked around hazily, "I just don't know who or when yet."

In the meantime he waved a hand at the bartender.

[Paugus]

As Torkin sits Tyran moves up behind him, laying a hand on his shoulder. He leans in and murmurs "I might poke around by myself. I've run this sort of thing before, just uh.. be careful." He takes a glance around. "Half these people are carrying a pistol, and the other half are probably hiding worse."

He nodded to the other two of their party before making his way into the crowd, quickly losing himself from their view.

[Justme]

* Ranit nibbled her lip decisions decisions stay with the dumb one and his lady or follow after the tough guy.. He at least looked like he was planning something the others.. they looked like they were waiting for trouble to find them. And in a place like this.. it would.. so her decision made she sat down next to the woman* "So.. you his slave?.. " * grinning knowing she probably wasn't but if it made her say something of their purpose her it would prove worth it.*

[Lyell]

Vizzal's tails quivered and squirmed at the word, the concept of being Torkin's slave. She licked her lips as the her eyes opened to the image Ranit had planted in her mind. "No, not today," she mused as she waved at someone, er, thing with a platter. "Though had my life turned out a little differently, I might not have had a choice in the matter."

[Dramen]

Torkin listened and watched in awe as Vizzal actually let the girl keep breathing normally. Perhaps that was a good sign of things to come. As the being came over with the platter of... something. Torkin saw someone at the bar that he thought looked like he might have some information.

The bartender. That seemed as good of a place to go as any. He snatched one of the somethings from the tray on the way to the bar.

[Justme]

The girl watched as he grabbed a piece of Roadkill called that because it was made with whatever meat the cook could get his hands on that didnt stink to badly. Normall it was just rat but there were rumors of... well .. sometimes people who owed him money would lose a limb or two. No one ever knew for sure what the cook did with them for certain.

[Novak]

(I see it's been almost two weeks since this has been active, but I hope this can get it started again as I'm fairly new(to RPing),  but this caught my attention.  Hope this works.)


Former Jedi Marer Grill had left the order feeling the order was putting to many restrictions on Jedi's expression of emotion.  He felt if they were able to express more  of their emotions they would be stronger and better fit to keep the galaxy in better balance.  After leaving the order he started having dreams or visions leading him to the kroovonian system where he has lived as a hermit on the outer ridge of a city.  After some exploring he discovered ruins in caves and underground facilities.  Marer found old holonets with teachings of old force abilities.  He then discovered thy were sith holonets and that the kroovonian system is in fact the Korriban system the sith home planet that had been gone for thousands of years.  After researching the holonets Marer come to the belief that with enough leasons he could become powerfull enough to bring the galaxy to peace and show the jedi the errors of their way.  Over the past 20 years he has seen a slew of dark jedi arrive on the planet and settle all over the planet.  This struck him as convenient as once he feels worth of the title sith there are many young impressionable jedi to become his apprentice.  Always two...a master and an apprentice.  But today he feels a presence..Two jedi hunting him..or the others.  He must prevent them from stopping his plan as he has not completed his sith training and taken a new name.  He puts on his cloak.  "Lets go observe these 'Jedi'." He heads into the city followed the presence to Fanty's.  He walked in quietly taking a seat hiding his presence in the force and watched for the jedi.

[Paugus]

((Looks sorta inactive at the moment, yeah. People are allowed to go at their own pace for it -- maybe it was a bad choice having my character dissapear!))

Tyran unwittingly took a seat behind Marer Grill, close enough for the former Jedi to listen in as Tyran struck up a low-toned conversation with the Bothan across the table from him. The topic was of small, boring things... the recent weather on Torow, the rise and fall of stock in shoes.. a credit chip was slid over and the hushed conversation turned to the location of the Dark Jedi.

A few misleads were thrown in, some bargaining on the amount of credits before the conversation was settled, with Tyran settling back into his seat, the location and directions to one of the Dark Jedi's underground facilities. To celebrate, he ordered himself another drink, settling in for a bit of rest and relaxation. After all, he thought, I may as well be limbered up for this task.

[Novak]

Listening to the conversation behind him he thinks how easy it would be to strike down this Tyran.  However Marer could sense he was not a jedi and didn't want to draw the attention of the 2 jedi across the establishment, so he continued to observe the 3 along with the young girl who entered with them.  The 2 jedi reminded him of 2 young padawans he once instructed in lightsaber combat as younglings.  He wanted to get closer to the jedi but didn't want to draw attention to himself.  He began pondering which of the dark jedi he would recruit to assist him in this matter.  If he struck down one of these jedi he could take the name of Darth Sidion (in respects to a Sith Lord of the past Darth Sidious once emperor of the galaxy). Then with an apprentice the resurrection of the sith would be complete.

[Justme]

Ranit sighed. The two she stuck with were as boring as watching a puddle dry. The only time that was interesting was if some whater breathing creature got stuck in it and couldnt make it back out. Ok so fun was too strong of a word.. intersting maybe.  She wondered how long it would take her guests to actually Ask her how to get to the below ground instead of wandering the alleys and basements. But heck she had thier holodisk. Maybe she should leave while she could and just sell it But it would be nice to know whats on it.. just to set a reasonable price. Maybe the guy she hit would be more intertaining.

[Dramen]

Torkin listened absentmindedly as he scanned the area around the bar. The bartender had turned out to be a human named Dack that apparently had no information about anything fishy going on. Of course that only meant that he wasn't willing to talk about it with Torkin. All bartenders knew what shady goings on were happening in their surroundings. It was part of the job description on some planets. Finally Torkin spotted Tyran again who had disappeared for a while. He was talking to a bothan and seemed interested. Perhaps that meant he was getting some information.

"Look Dack," Torkin said as he flipped a credit chip onto the bar, "You seem to be the dumbest bartender known to the galaxy, so I'm going to leave you alone. I mean that with all of the possible offense it could carry by the way."

With that he walked around the bar making his way aimlessly towards Tyran. Then he saw a cloaked man sitting right next to Tyran and the Bothan. Now that one could know something. Torkin had good instincts most of the time and right now they said talk to that guy. Besides even if the guy knew nothing, at least this would get him close enough to keep tabs on Tyran.

Shortly he walked directly up to the cloaked figure and sat down, "So, whats good to eat here? I know not that kriffin junk I just grabbed. The names Torkin, and yours?"

[Novak]

Marer Grill watched the male Jedi approach him, wondering if he'd been discovered.  He doubted it so he carried into the conversation.  He was curious how far into the studies this young jedi was.  "The only thing I eat here is the grilled clawbird" he says looking down at his plate.  "Reminds me a little of home.  Otherwise I'm usually just here for a drink."  He looks the jedi up and down.  "Jedi aren't real welcome in these parts,  I have no issue with them, but you may want to close your robe or con-seal that lightsaber."  He decides to probe a little.  "You seem young compared to the few other jedi I've met in my travels.  Completed your training or still learning?"  He eyes the young jedi anticipating his answer.

[Dramen]

Torkin tried to wave someone or something down to order some clawbird. It did sound good. Sadly no one was paying any attention. Then something the man said drew his attention. Close his robe? What kind of a guy was this? He wouldn't close his robe. Not now or ever.

"Well, I am a fully trained Jedi Knight actually. Though the old robes will tell you that I have a great deal to learn still. As far as closing my robe to conceal my lightsaber," he shook his head cockily, "Not exactly my style friend. If anyone has a problem with my being a Jedi and showing my lightsaber, all they need do is confront me about it. I'm sure we could reach a," he raised his fingers in sarcastic quotes, "Diplomatic solution. Now, since you know my name, that I'm a fully trained Jedi and even still feel the need to give me advice," Torkin sat back and eyed the man who wasn't shrinking back a bit from Torkin's aggressive approach, "Why don't you tell me just who the kriff you are?"

[Novak]

Marer kept a stone cold expression but was extremely pleased with Torkin's rant.  "That's quite a temper for a Jedi." Knowing Torkin as one of the younglings he had once instruced Marer decided to swerve the conversation.  Marer raised an arm  and a waiter came over.  "Clawbird for my young friend here.  Maybe you aren't as fully trained as you think, but if it will calm you down, my name is Jacen Kun."  Looked sternly at Torkin, then smiled.  "You seem on edge my friend, what are you here looking for?"

[Dramen]

Torkin's eyes narrowed at the name the man gave. He knew those names from the ancient archives that they studied. At least one he could place and that was the name Jacen. At least that one had a great deal to do with Jedi and Sith. Funny that a man he felt somewhat drawn to would sport such a name. "That is a very interesting name Jacen Kun. I must say it brings back memories of the ancient studies at the temple. As for what I'm here for, I was sent here to locate the source of the darkness surrounding this general area. I sort of felt drawn near here. Do you know of any leads towards sects of Dark Jedi near hear Mr. Kun?"

Torkin was suspicious of the man but could still feel nothing of the Force in him. It was surely a fake name but maybe that meant he knew something about Force groups around here.

[Novak]

"I live farther out only venture in once in a while."  Marer is pleased Torkin seems to have caught the name play.  Was pretty sure he didn't link Kun to an ancient Sith Lord.  "I've herd rumors of people saying they've seen jedi thieves here and there.  I didn't believe it but if you are saying there are dark jedi here that may explain those claims."  Marer finishes his food and drink then orders another drink.  Not wanting to deplete his potential apprentice pool he will send them south to a clan of force sensitives that have never been trained but believe they are the resurrected sith order even though there are 8 of them.  "The best I can tell you is I once saw a lightning show in the canyons to the south.  However the lightning was coming out of the canyon.  I've seen figures in black robes travel towards the same canyons.  Perhaps these are your dark jedi."  Marer portrayed a small amount of fear small enough it could be interpreted as concern. He was enjoying the conversation and playing the young jedi.

[Dramen]

Torkin absorbed all of the information in silence. This was looking like a good lead already. The fact that he hadn't even meant for this to be a lead in the first place struck Torkin as something strange. It was one of those fateful meetings it seemed. Of course he was young but not that young. He knew well enough to know when to be careful and when not to. This struck him as an odd coincidence all around. Still there was nothing obviously wrong with the man or suspicious. Torkin had no reason to be cautious at all. That's how he knew that he should be. Plus there was something else.

There was something vaguely familiar about this man. Torkin couldn't quite put his hand on what it was but there was something there. He'd have no reason to know someone from this strange system however which made him more cautious. He tried to betray none of what he felt but again there was nothing of the Force in Kun so it probably didn't matter anyway. Still though, there was something, just something about him.

"So Kun, thanks for the order," Torkin had finished up the food that had been brought, "Not one of my favorites but it was eatable at least." Torkin sat back and subconsciously fidgeted with the handle of his lightsaber, "Say, you ever find yourself outside of this system? Coreward maybe around one of the Jedi Temples? You look very familiar to me and I know I've never been here before."

In the end he figured there was no danger in just saying that much. It's not like he was trying to hide he that was a Jedi after all. He took a glance to see if Tyran was still there and wondered if he had gotten any information on the Dark Jedi location. He'd have to check with him but right now he was really interested in the way this man was going to answer his question.

[Novak]

Seeing Torkin a little fidgety made Marer proud, especially with how trusting Torkin was.  "I am native to Naboo, but made some travel to the core worlds never to a jedi temple though.  My knowledge of of jedi comes from dealings such as this."  Looks around.  "And I'm pretty sure we haven't encountered each other like this in the past.  Maybe i just look like someone you once met." Marer holds his cloakclosed to night reveal his weapon.  "It has been a pleasure young jedi.  I hope I was of some assistance."  Marer Grill finishes with the jedi so he could set out ahead and observe this small crew as they go to investigate the canyons.  He wants to see their skills and intentions before confronting and hopefully defeating them becoming the true resurrection of the sith.  Not to mention he will enjoy watching these jedi rid him of these pests pretending to understand the sith.

[Dramen]

Torkin nodded in silence at the man's explanation again. He'd have to believe him after all. There was no reason not too right now and he'd probably never see him again. "Thanks for the tip, whatever your name really is."

He looked to where Tyran had been sitting, "Tyran we need to check out the canyons south of here. That is our first big lead. You ready to go?"

He looked around wondering if the others were coming too. He'd check it out himself if he had to. He could handle it.

[Novak]

Marer Grill Traveled quickly to the canyons and found the crew of sith wannabes he used the force to convince them he was a sith lord.  He told them about a pair of jedi trying to wipe out the reminisce of the sith which included himself and this crew.  They responded with anger and demonstrated their abilities which were impressive for having no training.  They stated they had now weapons though.  Marer Grillwalked to his speeder and retrieved a sack and layed it on the ground.  Each sith wannabe retrieved a lightsaber and activated it.  Marer Grill laughed to himself that if these idiots actually managed to kll the jedi they may be struck down by the very lightsabers they were instructed with.  All he did was switch crystals making the blades red.

"Now you have the tools you need to prove to the jedi that we exist and are all powerful."

This could be interesting.  He told them he would observe the battle confident in their victory he would pick the most impressive as his apprentice.  He moved to a cave on higher ground thinking how regardles of the outcome it was like leading gungans to the slaughter.

[Justme]

Ranit came up behind the Jedi as he started talking about heading to the canyons.  She had a bad feeling about this but.. what the heck it should prove fun if nothing else.. Besides if they got killed she could always salvage thier ships! 

[Dramen]

Torkin turned to see the girl close to him.

"Hey we have some good intel and our first big lead." He turned to where the others that were still there were standing, "We are heading south the the canyons. I just heard from my only source, even if he isn't reliable, that there are dark siders there. We are going now to see what we can find. If you're still in, please join me."

With that Torkin simply walked out and headed straight for the canyons. The empty feeling inside suggested that there was something dark to that direction. Good he thought. It was about time for some action!

[Paugus]

Tyran acquired speeders for the group as soon as they were out of the shady area of the district, grinning to himself and muttering something about recompensation. Now they had transportation, they would make easy time to the canyons -- it wasn't his lead, but Torkin was leader and he had some good information.

He shook his head, thinking over how Torkin had gotten the information. Tyran had had to chase around bouncing from contact to contact to random people in the bar, and their leader walked up to the second person they found and got everything they needed. It was a very strange coincidence. Or the man was just damnably lucky.

[Justme]

Ranit knew about the wierdos in the canyons. Lots of people did  they strutted around talking about how powerful they were and how they were going to bring back the old ways and make things right again. Like anyone really cared! It was hard enough making it through a tenday without those clowns and thier mystic mumbo jumbo of the glory days of the empire.. Who Cared?!. .. They were fringers and proud of it independant  and free.. so what if pirates attacked every now and then and slavers.. and.. ok those good old days were starting to look a little better now...  But no!.. no.. things were best left as they were.. the crazies out in the canyons and the totaly bonkers in the below grounds... enough wild goose chases and maybe she could.. let slip she had someone with some information.. for a price.. no need to let on to soon she was it.

[Novak]

Marer Grill walked out of his cave projecting his voice through the canyon.  "I can feel them on the move, They are coming for you as an easy objective not a challenge."  He deepened his voice.  "Show them they made a mistake, Show them the power of the darkside."  He pushed a feeling of confidence through the force.  "I will return to the cave and meditate and try and create a battle meld for you all."  Marer returned to the cave  a good vantage point for the upcoming battle.

[Dramen]

Torkin and the others raced on their speeder bikes to the canyons in record time. The feeling of darkness, the growing presence of the dark side of the Force, was tangible the closer they got. Once there they rode the bikes as far up the canyon walls as they could until finally they came to a opening in the canyon wall. Torkin held his hand up and they all stopped. Tyran had even beat him to the point that this was the obvious place to enter the canyon, as his speeder bike was already stopped and he was off when Torkin motioned for the others to stop. That one was very observant.

The walls were light every few meters as they walked into the wide open path. They continued on without incident except for a few strange creatures that sprung out now and then. They apparently were bent on eating the group only to be cut down with Torkin's lightsaber or blown away by Tyran's blaster. It was going well, too well.

Torkin was first to know something was wrong this time, "Stop, everyone stop. Somethings just up ahead. A few somethings at that."

Just then red light from a dark-sider's lightsaber lit up the cave walls, "Something darker that way comes, Jedi. It's time for you to die."

The voice belonged to a hooded dark male figure who apparently was the leader of his own little four person group. That judging by the three behind him who were dressed similarly. Torkin backed one step and used the Force to bring his lightsaber to his hand and light it. Tyran's blaster was drawn and everyone was at the ready. Torkin stepped to the front eying down the dark side warrior, "I think you are sorely confused my funny looking friend. Turn over your lightsabers and stand down. If you don't you risk finding out why Torkin Jordiac is no ordinary Jedi!"

[Novak]

Marer Grill crouched in the shadows and flooded the force with aggression urging the sith wannabes to attack with all of their hate and fear as those emotions bring out the most aggression in a fight.  Waiting excitedly for the outcome of this confrontation.

[Paugus]

Tyran snapped up his blaster, staring at the wannabe Sith on the far left. He smirked as he heard Torkin making his own stand. Good man, but there was no chance they were going to back down. Still... it wouldn't do to take the first shot. He tensed, bending his knees slightly. They'd be quick, even if they were half a Jedi. He'd have to be quicker.

[Dramen]

Torkin stood at the ready when the first dark sider made his move. He swung his lightsaber around in an attack which was blocked by Torkin's own blade. At once shots rang out and other sabers were lit. It was officially a fight now. Torkin and his opponent circled each other and their lightsabers flashed across one another. He focused completely on the attacking Dark sider and didn't even notice the other members of his own team. They could surely take care of themselves though. Suddenly his own attacker got more serious as he stepped back and lightning flashed from his finger tips. Torkin didn't even flinch but just raised his gloved hand and absorbed the energy. They stood feet apart connected by a stream of lightning until finally Torkin used his other hand to sling his lit lightsaber towards the man's mid-section. The tactic worked like a charm. The attacker used both hands and his lightsaber to block Torkin's saber but had to stop the lightning stream to do so. He obviously assumed that the Jedi Torkin wouldn't continue frying him with the absorbed energy. It was the last mistake the dark sider would ever make. Torkin stepped forward and fried the dark sider with his own absorbed lightning and some added energy of his own.

[Novak]

Watching the battle from above Marer Grill pushed the presence of the darkside over the canyon.  Seeing if he could intimidate the jedi below.

[Dramen]

Torkin retrieved his lightsaber and did a quick search of his new friends to see how they were doing. He didn't get far before another dark warrior attacked him from behind with two feet pounding into his back. Torkin had felt the attack seconds before it occurred but there were some attacks even a Jedi could only react to. This was such an attack. Though he had fallen face forward onto the cave floor, he was far from beaten. His attuned Force senses warned him that the warrior was about to attack again, this time with his own lightsaber. Torkin executed a quick flip and spin, catching the blade solidly on his and drawing a snarl from the man.

Suddenly Torkin's stomach lurched and his heart jumped. His focus began to falter and the warrior's got stronger.

Dark Side energy! There was something else at work here. Perhaps someone else at that. Again they had underestimated Torkin Jordiac if they thought this would defeat him. He opened himself completely up to the Force and soaked in the Dark Side energy that had been forced over them. Fear at being killed and anger at being attacked from behind all joined together with the dark power; Torkin used it to focus his own power. He snarled as he executed a faint overhead slash only to kick the man in the mid-section. Once he was slightly bent, Torkin wasted no time in removing his head.

Quickly he spun to check on the others and yelled out to anyone or noone, depending on who or what was doing this, "Show yourself! Don't cower in the shadows and pull my strings; face me!"

Time would tell if he could draw the presence out or not.

[Gladiator0161]

Tey Shaak walked the halls of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, a smile on his handsome face as he politely greeting those he met in the trek to his personal quarters. One of the younglings, Tornas Yarr a young Selonian, had told him that one of the Masters was looking for him. He had thanked the young alien and headed straight for his quarters, thinking a summons of some kind would be there for him. Which it was. Tey Shaak spotted the flimsiplast immediately upon entering his neat and tidey room. The note simply read...

"Tey Shaak, we have a mission that is most urgent. Please meet me in the Council Chamber at your earliest convenience.

Sincerely
Council Member Orlo Rey

p.s. and please do hurry"

Tey Shaak threw his dirty robes on the bed and went to shower. A few moments later he donned new robes, these displaying his rank of Jedi Knight by the blue fringes on the grey robes as well as the symbol of the Jedi Order on the back of his robes. Tey Shaak was nearing the age of 30 now, and had grown in his skill with his "senses" with training and advice from the various Masters around the Temple. Tey Shaak adjusted the robes to ride more comfortably and then stretched out his hand to his single lightsaber calling on the Force to bring it to him. A moment later it snapped into his outstretched hand and he smiled, he never got tired of that. Then after hooking it to his belt, he started at a easy run toward the Council Chamber. He climbed four flights of stairs and ran through two hallways before the Council Chamber came into sight, it's distinctive white and grey colored tiles standing out, amid the gentle tan and blue colored walls and carpet that adorned the rest of the temple. He spotted Orlo Rey immediately and drew into a brisk walk "I'm sorry for my tardiness Master Rey, I was held up with a matter that Locke asked my assistance with but, I assure you. I am quite free now" he said dipping into a polite bow before extending his hand for the Grand Master to take.

The Grand Master took his offered hand and shook it firmly "good. Listen Knight Shaak, I need you to go to the Kroovonian System and see over Knight Torkin Jordiac, he is young and inexperienced and has been unable to gather proper partners on his mission, we've hired the help of some mercenaries but, I am afraid that he will need more trustworthy allies. You understand I am sure".

"I do Master Rey but, may I inquire as to his mission?" Tey said growing serious as he prepared to memorize the Grand Master's every word.
"You may, his mission was a simple one. He was to go to the Kroovonian System to a planet called Torow, there is rumored to be a Dark side presence on the planet. Whether there is or not is unimportant, the unrest there is what concerns us. He was to find the scource of the unrest and report back. Reconaissance only, he is not engage in battle if he can help it, as it may start a war the galaxy is not quite ready for" the Grand Master said his tone taking on a stern seriousness "You have been a Knight for 6 years now and you are qualified to lead this sort of mission but, he is to remain in control until he either requests your aid, or he is unable to lead properly. Understood?"

"Yes Master, I understand. You want him to gain experience from this outing and I am not to interfere unless it otherwise needed, so I am to be an observer and partner only" Tey Shaak said summarizing his duties and in so doing drawing a nod from the Orlo.
"Yes, precisely. Now if there is nothing else, you should be on your way, they have already left. May the Force be with you Knight Tey Shaak" the Grand Master said taking a polite bow and dismissing the young Togruta. Tey bid him the customary response and made his way to the hangar, and boarded a small freighter by the name of the Silver Zephyr ((OOC: it looks like the Ebon Hawk without the brown coloring). He warmed up the engines, began his pre-flight checks and routed power to the manuevering thrusters, easing the small freighter out of the hangar. A few moments later he was free of the city planet's gravity well and entered Hyperspace.

[Dramen]

Torkin walked several careful steps in a large radius searching for the presence he couldn't quite feel. Something dark was in the works here on Torow; the reports were correct. The question now was how much really was going on. At the present moment however he was fighting the urge to scream another command out towards his unseen foe. Whomever or whatever it was obviously wanted Torkin to lose control over himself.

It took moments of quiet breathing that came out as seething hisses to attempt to calm his anger. As a Jedi he had been taught not to use anger for power. Torkin had a natural affinity for it however. He seemed to be able to lapse into fits of near rage during which his Force power was increased as was his focus. Thus far he had always been able to come back away from that without doing any real harm.

Lost to Torkin was the head of the fool he had just removed from his body. It was the death of a person yet to Torkin it was simply a battle won and he had already forgotten it. This was something that troubled him from time to time but he shook it off. A search around revealed that most of his team had apparently deserted him. That was disappointing but not quite surprising. Finally he resolved to stand and calm himself. Walking around in rage hadn't revealed anyone lurking in the shadows so Torkin began to try and center himself in the Force and extend his senses all around him. He would find the dark presence this way then. 

[Gladiator0161]

Xerron Delzaren was a man of careful loyalties, he didn't attach himself to anyone or anything easily, and his way of life had served him well thus far. He stayed cloaked, using his skills in Force Cloak and Force Concealment to remain undetected, as he had been doing for the past week now. He'd been sent on a mission by the real Sith Empire. These Dark Jedi had been causing quite a stir in this area and drawing unnecessary attention to the Sith. He was sent in to clean the mess up.

The actual Sith Empire wasn't recruiting right now, and didn't want any attention that might draw the Jedi Order's might against them. They weren't yet strong enough for a full assault. Many would call the tactic cowardice, Xerron called it "being proactive" and "having good preparation". The Sith Empire didn't take in barely cognitive strays that were uninvited. The Empire drew you, you didn't draw the Empire, and it was a lesson that these whelps were going to learn the hard way. It was almost time to strike.
The fool leader had finally revealed himself and openly. How the young Knights sent to investigate missed him he would never know. Perhaps he is better attuned to the Force than I thought the assassin caught himself wondering. Then the Knights showed up, demanding the Dark Jedi's so called leader reveal himself. Xerron smirked as he thought Then again. Perhaps not. These Knights it seems are especially weak and oh goodie, we have a mouthy whelp to add to the mix. How wonderful. I do so enjoy killing those ones especially. They're so damned annoying.

Xerron crept forward, silently taking his two lightsabers from his belt. It would be simple, creep forward, kill the leader of these bratty Dark Jedi, then kill everyone else. Grab their clothes, weapons and anything that might confirm the presence of the Sith were on Torow. The fool leader either hadn't detected him for the past week, or was very good at not letting on that he had. Xerron didn't care either way, the whole mess would be wrapped up in the next few moments anyhow. He'd stashed blasters, gang uniforms and upgraded vibroblades on his cloaked ship not far off, the whole thing would look like two gangs had met and fought each other to a deadly stalemate. No one would be the wiser, and no one would care. It was Torow, the cesspit of the galaxy, things like this were common enough to not raise suspicion.

It was all too perfect. Which was maybe why the assassin was so guarded. Something was up, and it was only a matter of time until Xerron found out what. For right now though, he contented himself with the current situation. The Dark Jedi leader was too caught up in his Battle Meditation, trying to force the fight his way to victory through his followers emotions, to pay any regard to him.

The assassin crept closer fingering the stud on his lightsabers that would ignite them, and draw the last breath from this imposter and his followers. He was now only ten feet away from the man that claimed to lead his crew of imposters. It would be a simple thing to leap forward and stab the man through th back, but, something was making him hesitate. A feeling in the back of his mind, that something was about to go wrong. Something he hadn't anticipated. So Xerron waited, crouched behind his prey that seemed so completely oblivious to his presence.

Meanwhile above the world of Torow...

Tey Shaak didn't know how long it had been since he'd started meditating, it felt like only seconds had passed, before the destination alarm began ringing to announce their arrival. The Togruta uncrossed his muscled legs and silenced the alarm. Then with careful and almost reflexive movements began preparing to drop out of hyperspace. A few seconds later the starlines turned into stars and the great diamond speckled sheet of black returned, washing away the blue coloration of hyperspace travel. "Now to find our wayward companions" he said to himself as he began steering the craft down to Torow's surface, the nose of the craft taking on a orange color as the frictionless craft met with the natural forces of the planet. A few moments later he was docked at the spaceport, following the Force where it lead.

It seemed like an hour went by as he followed the trail of the young Jedi Knights but, he eventually arrived at a canyon. A lone Jedi Knight, young Torik Jodiac he assumed, stood surrounded by what seemed to be Dark Jedi. They all wore the customary black robes of the Dark Jedi and Sith and they did indeed hold red lightsabers but, something was off. Their stances, their grip on their weapons were too weak, too readable to be experienced swordsman. Tey Shaak lept down, landing lightly behind the crowd of Dark Jedi and the young Knight, his hand near his lightsaber but, not grasping it.

He stretched out to the young Knight, trying to contact his mind, he could feel the boys heart racing, he could feel him try to suppress and control his anger. Tey Shaak nodded, this had to be him "Torik Jodiac, do not turn around. Keep your guard up and your eyes focused on the force sensitives around you. They will not hesitate to kill you should you give them the opportunity. My name is Jedi Knight Tey Shaak. I was sent by the Council to help you on your mission. I am a Togruta, and I am going to make my way to your side now" he sent telepathically in a force message to the surrounded Jedi.

He made his way slowly forward, urging the young force sensitives to power down their weapons. Some listened and dropped them immediately others, chose to cross blades with him, forcing him to ignite his violet blue blade. Tey Shaak shook them off easily, falling into the rhythem of Soresu and Djem-So. Soon enough he was by young Torik's side, five or so force sensitives unconcious behind him but, still very much alive. He knew slaughtering them would only increase the already unstable situation, so he simply knocked them out with the heel of his hand or a kick to their gut, before slamming them hard enough with the force to render them unconcious. Hopefully the easy defeat of their allies would cause them to rethink the situation. He was confidant they would because as he suspected, they were not swordsman in the least, and he was.

[Dramen]

Torkin Jordiac remained still until it became obvious that he was quickly becoming surrounded. He prepared himself for a nice battle with the pretenders. A group this large of well trained fighters would pose a threat to him; this ragtag posse didn't stand a chance. But just before he could move from his cocky thoughts into action another presence flooded the Force. Suddenly he felt a message directed to him. It wasn't words necessarily that he got at first but rather an urging to remain calm and wear he was. Then a name; Tey Shaak. The hope that fluttered inside of Torkin surprised him somewhat. Apparently he had been more worried about the coming battle than he thought.

Was he worried about losing he wondered; or rather about how dark he would lean in the process.

Either way he felt much more secure in the fight and in his ability to stand up as a Jedi with the simple addition of one Tey Shaak. Torkin didn't even know if Tey knew him or not but he held a high respect for the Knight. He was well thought of as one of the better swordsmen in the order. For his part, Torkin knew his job just got substantially easier. There was a doubt of why the order wouldn't trust him alone. But then he hadn't said he was here to take over, just to help. This was still Torkin's mission and he would do his best to lead it as such. Stepping out he used the Force to shove two members of the group who were standing too close together, into the wall behind them. The impact was great enough that they should be down for a while. Still with no words exchanging he put his back to where Tey Shaak stood as he lunged forward against another attacker. His strength had always been more in the area of Force power but fighting along side Tey Shaak, he found himself willing his sword hand to become stronger.

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Two more hapless force users flew into the wall behind them due to Torkin's defense. Tey Shaak just shook his head as the two crashed rather limply to the ground, unconscious.
Tey Shaak was once again convinced that this group of dark siders were untrained, though their power was wild, it was still formidable. All that was needed was one lucky shot from an untrained force user to end a life. Tey kept this in mind as he came to be back to back with Torkin, his guard still up despite the obvious difference in skill.
"Give up! You have no chance of success young ones! Throw down your lightsabers and surrender and we will show mercy in teaching you the true path of the force. You need not die! Especially to one who seeks only to use you!" Tey Shaak said, his voice sure and calm with a hint of authority behind it, his face reflecting the concern he felt for their lives. He held his violet blue lightsaber before him, ready for whatever may happen. Then someone moved to attack coming in at a dead run straight for the Togruta. Finally he came within 2 meters of the duo. Tey didn't let him get any farther, his hand reached out and he summoned the force. The Togruta felt the force answer his call wrapping around him like a warm blanket, then Tey Shaak aimed a small Force Push directly at the young man's feet. The energy slammed precisely where it was aimed and the young man slammed to the hard ground, his lightsaber flying from his grasp.

Tey grabbed the lightsaber with the Force and brought it to himself. The weapon slapped into his hand and he activated it, then lowered both weapons to his side, the red of the dark siders weapon in stark contrast to his own. Tey Shaak grew serious and his eyes reflected this "This will be my last offer of peace young force users. Surrender your weapons! Now!" Apparently the message finally got through the ranks because a few people at the back simply dropped their weapons and took off.
The others though only grew angrier and raised their lightsabers into a defensive posture.

"Well, I did try but, let's just try to disarm them for now. I'm hoping that maybe defeating them without killing them will knock some sense into their ferrocrete heads" Tey Shaak said looking back to Torkin for a split second.

[Dramen]

After the fight reached its stalemate Torkin listened carefully to Tey Shaak's multiple offers of a peaceful solution. He hadn't thought of offering them the chance to surrender after the initial attack. Having Shaak around could be a good thing for the mission for sure. Personally however Torkin wasn't sure if he could ever have offered such a thing. Seeing as how it was his mission he chose to go along with Shaak. "Okay but if they attack aggressively again after this; I'm going to end it for good."

That said Torkin reached out towards two of the attackers' lightsabers. It was slightly harder than he figured it would be considering their lack of skill but still fairly easy. Both weapons flew towards him. He fastened his own saber to his belt and caught the two red ones; one in each hand. Keeping them lit for now he lunged forward with a strong force push to take another attacker from his feet before pulling his weapon away as well. Torkin was surprised to see one of the attackers close enough to be a threat. He used both sith sabers to fend off the weak advances while looking for a way to end the fight peacefully. And it almost cost him as another attacker came at him from the other side taking advantage of the distraction. At the last moment Torkin adjusted his feet and fended off a dangerously close attack to his left side; deflecting it off to one side. That was a little too close he thought, enough of this peaceful crap. He fainted a high attack towards the attacker to his right. The inexperienced fighter went for the bait and as soon as he did Torkin kicked him in the midsection. While the man was reeling from the blow Torkin sliced the hilt of his red saber in half. That done he shoved the man to the left just enough to get him off balance and then slammed the hilt of his saber against his skull. The unlit saber hit the ground and Torkin spun to cross the red sabers at the throat of the man he had kicked, "Back off! Don't try it or I'll end your fake little sith misery."

He had been so focused on defeating the ones that came at him that he hadn't even noticed what had happened with Tey Shaak.

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"Okay but if they attack aggressively again after this, I'm going to end it for good" Torkin had said in reply much to Tey Shaak's disappointment. Already the Togruta could see that Torkin's attitude was closer to the dark side than he had thought. Torkin had a cavalier view of lives and was prone to anger, two dangerous qualities to have as a Jedi Knight, for it could lead him further into darkness. Tey Shaak though, had no time to think of how he could help his comrade because the dark siders were on the attack yet again. Tey Shaak's face grew grim, as he realized that he would probably have to take their lives in order for this to stop altogether. It wouldn't stop the actual Sith Empire though. If anything it would probably help them or give them cause to start another war.

The Sith were unpredictable, and no two were alike. The only thing that held the Sith together at times was the bonding hatred of all Jedi, everywhere, and Tey Shaak had been around enough Sith to know this. These thoughts and more ran through the Togruta's mind as five dark siders converged on him. They obviously thought that they could overwhelm him with their numbers. They thought wrong. The five attacked, almost in sinc with each other but, Tey Shaak was already moving. They thought to skewer him with their energy blades but, the Togruta danced easily out of harms way. One of the dark siders went down, cut down by an allies blade. That only made the others angrier however.
They struck out with Force Lightning, pouring their rage into the attack. The Togruta caught their bolts easily, his lightsaber absorbing the electrical energy. Two of the four remaining dark siders broke off their attack and whipped out their lightsabers, while the other two continued to pin him down with arcing bolts of energy.

The two swordsman came in fast, raising their lightsabers to cut him down in a horizontal attack meant to split him in half. Tey though had already prepared for his next set of attacks, kicking one high, the impact lifting the poor man up into the air, as he redirected the lightning barrage into the second swordsman with the help of Force Deflection. Stunned into shock, the two dark siders ceased their lightning barrage, their mouths hanging open. Tey Shaak deactivated his lightsabers and used the force to slam them into the rock wall  behind them. The impact the two dark siders made upon the wall threw up dust, rock and grit, making the Togruta cringe. Tey Shaak walked over to each to asses their wounds, they had heavy concussions and so, would not last the night. Tey Shaak bowed his head, ignited his lightsaber and pushed it through each ones back, ending their lives for good. Tey Shaak allowed himself a small measure of comfort in the fact that they hadn't felt anything but, the guilt remained.

Tey Shaak watched as Torkin fought off three dark siders and their clumsy assaults, and though Torkin himself wasn't the best of swordsman, Tey Shaak had to admit to being impressed at how skilled he was when it came to dueling. A fourth dark sider rushed Torkin while he was busy fighting off the last attacks of his three opponents, Tey Shaak's legs on their own, closing the distance to Torkin's as yet unknown assailant. His arms thrust forward, as the dark siders lightsaber curved a path downward to sever Torkin's head from his shoulders. Tey Shaak's blade connected with the dark siders, stopping it at a distance of about 5 inches from Torkin's skull. Relief flooded Tey Shaak as the two blades continued to hiss and spark at each other like two feuding snakes. The dark sider withdrew his blade and swung again but with a quick flip of his wrist Tey Shaak sent the lightsaber spinning into the air, before reaching out with the force and catching the weapon. He heard the young Knight speak to one of the dark siders, venom in his voice as he urged the man to surrender or die.

Tey Shaak sighed and as the man that he'd disarmed ran at him in blind rage, his fists clenched at his sides. The man swung a right cross, then a left, both of which Tey Shaak dodged easily, simply side stepping out of the way. The man  went for a clumsy roundhouse next, again Tey Shaak side stepped the attack. The maneuver caught his opponent off-guard and he stumbled as a result, leaving the Togruta open to attack. The dark sider turned around just in time to feel Tey Shaak's heel connect to his face rendering him unconscious. "Whoo! That was close" Tey Shaak said sarcastically, a slight grin on his face.

At the other end of the canyon....

Xerron watched as the two Jedi positively trounced the pretender's students, a small smile creeping up on his face. Seems I haven't wasted my time coming here after all the Sith Assassin thought as the forces of darkness and light came to yet another standstill. Then a thought struck Xerron, what better way to send a message than to kill the students first and the teacher last? So Xerron stood fully, his six foot two inch frame rising above the man still sitting on the ground concentrating on his manipulation of the battle below. Still cloaked in the force, the assassin made his way down to the battle field and to the closest student of the pretender. A quick flick of the wrist after activating his right hand lightsaber, sent the student's head toppling to the ground, a second later the body fell. Xerron deactivated his lightsaber and continued onward, on to the next student. To anyone observant enough to catch the small motions, it would look like a red blur that would appear and disappear within a few seconds, the only tell tale sign of movement being the heads that hit the ground as the bodies fell after them. It wasn't grandest entrance Xerron had thought of but, the results it would have on the students, the teacher and the Jedi would do.

Suddenly, the smell of ozone and cauterized flesh hit the students nostrils, making the closest ones turn and look. Those died with their mouths agape in shock and fear, and a hole in their chest as Xerron's lightsabers tore through them. Then just as mysteriously as the killing started, they stopped. Xerron calmly walked over to the side of the canyon his hands resting on the back of his head as he watched the dark side pupils look for him. He watched as panic slowly dawned on some of them while others seemed to grow sick. Xerron smiled as his work threw them into confusion. Weak. They are all weak. They wouldn't even be worthy of cleaning the Korriban Temple's latrines. They're cattle to my slaughter but, first, I shall play with them a bit longer and see what happens he thought as some of the panic stricken ones began to flee from the canyon, dropping their lightsabers as they ran.

Xerron just laughed, enjoying the sight and the feeling of their fear.