Sadr Stardasher's Story

The Durasia City Spaceport was an extremely well networked facility to the other parts of the galaxy. Many ships dropped in and shuttled out, so much so that the Durasia City Spaceport Police kept order in the sky by placing ships on a waiting list the moment they entered the airspace of the city. Until it was their turn, you flew around and waited. Hopefully one had enough fuel and power to get them through the waiting list, else there was a nice mud field on the outskirts waiting for falling ships to get stuck in. It was a trap to boost the economy of Durasia City by putting the space towing industry to work.

And Sadr Stardasher wasn't falling into it.

The YT1300 he'd bought for sale (used of course) wasn't the most exceptional piece of junk he'd flown. It was relatively small and not exactly kept in the best condition. Sure, a typical ship would have black smudges and stuff all around the place. Nobody was perfect. But what YT1300 had claw marks over everything? And by everything...literally everything. Like a thousand murderous cats went to town in here. And speaking of, there was that extremely faint smell of cat urine constantly present on the ship. Thankfully, Sadr had grown nose blind to it, but he was betting he probably reeked of it.

That's fine...the less people want to interact with me, the better...

But the ship ran fairly decent and had enough fuel capacity and power to survive the dreaded waiting list. Finally, Sadr heard the com go off "Control Tower to YT1300FP SIN 385726347, you are clear to land. Hangar 34-C."

"YT1300 to CT, thank you," he responded before grabbing the controls, taking it off auto-pilot, and beginning his descent.

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The air was already fresher upon exiting the ship despite the hundreds of people he immediately spotted in Hangar Area C. He kept his gray hood over his head, revealing nothing of his features besides being Caucasian and actually having a chin and a mouth. He moved briskly and with purpose, trying to leave the hangar area. He knew that despite the security roaming the place, the hangar areas were the most dangerous part of Durasia City Spaceport, mainly because the gate leading out of it was where the people were checked for weapons and illegal substances and all that good stuff. Pissing off the wrong person in here could lead to one's quick and untimely death. Sadr knew he was better than that, but it was better safe than sorry.

He didn't have to walk long. Turning a corner, he saw the massive line leading to the checkpoints set up. Just on the outside of that, Sadr could see sunlight. He'd known the more positive reinforced part of the spaceport was just beyond this place. He just needed to get there. He stepped in line immediately and progressed with the rest. There were a couple glances his way, but nothing too suspicious in Sadr's eyes. He even reached out with the Force to see if he could pick up anything within reach. He didn't have a far one, but he could at least detect that no one within the closest hundred yards had Force using abilities. That was a plus. However, he always worried that one day he'd meet a Jedi who was as good as cloaking himself as Sadr was. He would never see it coming.

But that was the thing, wasn't it? He didn't earn the nickname "The Lost Sith" for nothing. No one was as good at cloaking their Force abilities as the former Sith himself. Despite not being very well versed in controlling the Force, he'd always enjoyed that one power. Now it was a constant necessity to use it. So far, he'd always been ahead of Darth Feero by...he'd say three steps at minimum. He never wanted that number to get any lower and he certainly didn't want to meet his former master face to face again.

So he stood in line like a normal gray cloaked human being. If anything suspicious about him arose to people versed with the Jedi, he'd pass off as a Gray Jedi or a Sentinel. And he'd hinged on that look for the longest time now.

Finally, he got to the checkpoint. Examining about, he noticed that beside the lady in the booth asking people for information was a Screener, a device used to examine everything on his person from his belt to his underwear. That may be tough to get by...

"Next, please."

It was Sadr's turn and he approached the booth, documents in hand. But the lady stopped him in his tracks and told him, "Sir, please take off the hood."

Giving a sigh, he proceeded to do so, revealing his messy jet black hair and golden eyes. Sure, he'd been through many hangars before and had been asked to take off his hood before. He just never liked the task. He enjoyed the shadows of the hood...it was like his mask. He hated the exposure to...well, everything he felt with the hood off. It was too much for him.

"Name?"

"Richard Banner," he set the documents of his fake identity on the counter, sliding them over to her. "Passing through on business to Terra. Stopping here for rest."

The lady looked over them before smiling and nodding in approval. "Alright, and if you'll step through the Screener."

Here goes nothing. With a slight feeling of apprehension masked behind his straight line underneath his nose, he stepped through the Screener. To his relief, no alarm went off. The Screener stayed quiet. Letting out a small sigh of relief, he began walking towards the sunlight before he heard another voice, this one a male. "Hold up!"

Uh-oh. Turning around with a look of confusion on his face rather than one showing his real emotion of tension and terror, he saw one of the Spaceport Police walking up to him, hand outstretched. "Is something wrong, sir?"

"You have two lightsabers on you."

The shock resonated through his whole body as the man realized what the weapon he carried was. Typically, it flew under the radar, but this time the man had more knowledge of it. But on the outside, he cocked his head slightly as if he'd never heard the word before. "A lightsaber? What is that?"

"Don't play dumb with me," the man cut straight through his facade. "I know lightsabers when I see them and you have two on you, one on each side of your body. No weapons allowed beyond this point. Give them here."

Crap. It looked like he was going to have to drop his Force Concealment for now to save his skin here. He pulled out the lightsaber the Sentinels had given him as a gift and proceeded to show it to the officer. "This isn't a lightsaber," he said as he waved his hand. "This is a portable transportation vehicle...a mere hovercraft."

The officer seemed to stop and think before responding, "That isn't a lightsaber. That's a portable transportation vehicle."

"I have no weapons on me."

"You have no weapons on you."

"I am free to roam around the Spaceport as I please."

"You are free to roam around the Spaceport as you please."

"Thank you," Sadr made a slight bow before putting his yellow lightsaber back on his belt and walking away. The officer turned around and went back to his job at the checkpoint. Now Sadr was good. He placed the Force Concealment back on himself before walking around once more. Now where should I go for food?

The rain had just let up. "Did you get the records ?" Said a soft voice, a female voice. Clearly computerised.

"Yes" Came a gruffer sounding male voice. "I got the flamin' things for the Master"

"Master Siya grew impatient with us, and also unhappy with your actions Gozen" Said the same computerised female voice

"Shove it Myth" Gozen replied stepping into the light of the spaceport as the weather cleared, "I got the Sithblasted records Master Siya sent me for, stop rubbing in that you kept me from doing more harm then I could to those Sith troopers at that bar, I told you once already, it was not my fault the place went up in smoke at the drop of a hat!"

"It was a good way to end a fight." Vir replied stepping into view. The red armored silver haired blind eyed woman did not look too happy, But then again the Force Hounds were always unhappy, yet sometimes they were happier then most.

"Why does Master Siya even want these records directly anyhow ?" Gozen asked holding up a datacard "I mean sure its his last Padawan, that Sunrider girl...."

"Deiyi Sunrider is the Force Incarnate you idiot!" Thundered Myth as she made herself known in a nearby holotank "Didn't you ever wonder why or how our powers and skills, not to mention our Forcesabers were able to be so easy to use, and why we sought out Master SIya to help us control our abilities and learn new skills ?" The silver armored black haired woman was Virs oppisit. If anyone was to teach them to learn their true potental it was Tuyer Siya.

Tuyer Siya had trained the Force itself in the arts of the Jedi, and now he wanted her records, all the possible records. Before someone else got to them. The Holotank beeped a incoming notice, and Master Siya appeared on it "Gozen, Vir, Myth, good, you're here, We have a mission, and its close by, Durasia City Spaceport is home to countless millions"

"Master Siya, the records as requested" Gozen said, this was not the time to be angered at anyone

"A mission Master ?" asked Myth on her own holo

"Do not keep us in suspense Master Siya, What is the mission you require of us ?" Vir asked turning from her 'brother' to their Jedi Master.

"It is too imprtant to tell most of the details, just be on the look out for one known among scholars as 'The Lost Sith' if you find him, or her as the case may be, be careful, though their Abilites are rumored to be vast, they are unconfirmed. When you have found or come upon this Apparent Sith, come to me at the Cantina in the Red Light District. Master Siya, out" the Holo died then, the three Force Hounds thought briefly over their new mission, finally! Gozen's personal comlink went off with a data node. Connecting the datacard to the comlink he sent the information to Tuyer Siya without a word.

Myth's holo winked out a moment later as Vir picked up comm traffic from the centeral spaceport. "There was a man flagged at the Screener at customs here. Must not be a local. Looked apparently a heavy hitter too, according to the brief report our slicers got."

"Apparently a man carrying two lightsabers was briefly halted before let go and considered unarmed. He may be the man Master Siya seeks now." Myth said as she stepped into view from a nearby sewer access port. This was it. their first mission the three of them.

"Then what are we waiting for ?" Gozen asked tossing the empty and force destroyed Datacard aside to a nearby junk pile. "Master Siya has the data the card had, the card itself was useless. He gave us a new mission, so lets get to it." Red Light District normally was a sleazy location, but it did the job well enough.

But it was Myth that asked the question on their minds. "Why is Master Siya in the Red Light District ? Its bad ehnough he had us go into the Records District. this place is too.... sterile for my liking, the spaceport feels more like home"

"Home, you mean Notron before it became Coruscant ?" Vir asked as the three Hounds left the landscaped lawns of the Records District and headed for a nearby Lightrail line to get back to the Spaceport itself.

"No, I mean Zakuul before Arcann's sister Vaylin took control" Myth said

"Do you think we could have surived on Zakuul if it were not for Master Siya showing up out of nowhere and shoving off those Zealots ?" Vir said, Siya had saved their lives. To that, Myth had no answer, Vir smirked. Today was just getting good

Ten minutes later and the lightrail came to a halt, allowing the three Hounds to exit, on Ariel these three often got much clout if that when it came to dealing with the locals, most people were scared of the armored jmuggernaughts, yet most just kept them alone and rarely bothered them, the police there knew their part in things and the Jedi they were with was important, after all they apparently knew how important Force Hounds could be if that

The ride on the lightrail was silent, nobody said a word. People stared at them from many angles, yet they ignored the wierd looks, some were of confusion, others of fear, most were of respepct however, which threw Gozen off a bit at times. Yet it worked out in the end. So to speak

The three stepped off the platform of the Lightrail station and headed for the spaceport Screeners area, They could get access to the area network cameras, normally that was most helpful to be sure. Gozen accessed a terminal whe nthey neared the Scsreener point. The roaring of the air taxis and otherwise all around as Myth wandered and Vir kept watch for her 'brother'

"Got it, this guy." Gozen brought up a holo tank for Myth to see on her implant "This officer stopped the man, but then the man was let go."

"Track him ?" Myth said looking around among the people milling through the area.

"Trying" Gozen said typing on the holographic keypad. "Got it. He's in the Residental Section.... Oh and get this, the guy reeks of some weird shit too, scent indicators are warning of a biohazard of some form. We'll smell him before we see him for sure." Gozen snickered, Myth smirked

"Residental zone ? Which way ?" Vir asked Myths unasked question

"West. Those turbolifts." Gozen said logging out of the terminal, the three then darted off towards the turbolifts to the Residental Section.

"Lets go" Myth said hitting the command to activate the lift, the threesome then went upwards into the apartment complex, the Spaceport Residental Section was a large one. Rought two Sections in the District as a whole. It also overlooked the St Rufis Medical Center District as well

Why would a Jedi on the run decide to stay overnight in a Spaceport when he could be gaining distance from his foes?

Because screw sleeping on that spaceship one more night!

It hadn't taken long for Sadr to find the food he was looking for. It wasn't extremely high class, but it was decent. The food was much better than the ration packs he'd been feasting on these past few days. Perhaps that's why he viewed the restaurant in such high regard. But he didn't want to attract unwanted attention by waltzing into one of those fancy places.

Besides, he probably would've been kicked out for bringing an "unpleasant odor" to the atmosphere.

To rectify that problem, immediately following meal time, he had walked the short distance to the Residential Sector and gazed around for a place to sleep for the night. Spotting a fairly nice and massive hotel called the "Dura Inn", he walked in and approached the front counter.

"Hey, I need a room for an overnight stay," he said to the young man working behind the counter.

The man looked at the shady character in front of him before answering, "I don't know if we have any-"

"That's a lie you're about to tell," Sadr interrupted. "You have too many rooms in the building to not have a single one left." He paused, realizing that being blunt like that wouldn't get him anywhere. He sighed, "Look, I may not look it right now, but I clean up nicely. All I really need is a shower and some laundry done and I'll be just fine."

The man continued to shake his head, "I'm sorry, sir. You'll have to try somewhere else."

Screw it. Sadr's patience was wearing a bit thin and so he just waved his hand. "Room 622 will do fine."

The man grabbed the key and held it out to him. "Room 622 will do fine."

"Thank you," Sadr responded quickly before heading to the elevator. He cursed inwardly. He couldn't keep doing that. Each time was an opportunity for anyone who was after him to mark down potential coordinates on his whereabouts. He knew Darth Feero could probably sense beings through the Force from systems away. He never knew if he was close, but he always assumed he was. It was safer that way.

Things were not going smoothly here. He knew it was because of tight regulations and an unregistered social hierarchy, but there was just nothing he could do. He just was lucky the officer and the receptionist were both simple minded individuals. His mind trick didn't work that often. So far, he was two for two.

Reaching the sixth floor, he made his way through the short hallway, looking on the doors for the numbers of each room. Room 622 was the eleventh door down on the right side of the hallway facing north. Using the key, he opened the door and closed it behind him, making sure it was locked. Now, he felt secure.

Okay...let's clean up a bit.

He started off with a shower, a quick one. Before going in, he'd set his clothes in the bin labeled Laundry. He hid the lightsabers underneath the bed while he was in the shower. When he came out, the bin was empty, replaced by a moving coat rack hanging from the wall, his clothes hanging from it. Smelling them, he realized they were clean in less than ten minutes flat: an impressive feat. Putting his gray clothes on, he put the lightsabers in their respective hilts and proceeded to sat down.

He was going to try and train with the Force.

Recently, he'd been trying to get in touch with his light side, trying to find that spark that would propel himself into the light abilities of the Force. Surprise surprise, it was still exceedingly difficult. He'd just never had one of those bright moments in his life. He never knew his parents. He'd been a slave his whole first part of his life until Darth Feero adopted him. Then, he became a personal slave. And now he was in hiding.

There wasn't much light to be had from that cave he'd practically lived in his whole life.

His thoughts kept shifting to the farmland he'd worked on Nim Drovius. The horrors of people falling around him...the dangers of not doing a job correctly...what he had to do to survive.

It all brought him to a darker place, getting him in touch with his dark abilities some more, but he didn't want to feel the darkness. He already knew how to tap into that power. Instead, he wanted to-

Woah... His Force Sense picked something up...or rather somethings. The Force was stronger than usual downstairs, meaning a group of Force users were here. He couldn't feel that well to determine exactly who their affiliation was with, the Jedi, the Sith, or a neutral party. Unless it was neutral, he should be running out of the hotel right now.

Concentrating harder, he realized that there were three of them...very sensitive in the Force...and very pro-Jedi yet carrying some dark Force abilities with them as well.

Force Hounds...probably here on behalf of another who wanted him. Well, he wasn't going to let them have him.

Luckily he always packed light, just in case this occasion would occur. He knew he would only have a few seconds before they were here. He kept Force Conceal on, staying hidden within the shadows of the Force. Thinking quickly, he opened the window looking down towards the bottom of the hotel. He then grabbed a chair and propped it up against the door, to stall for a little bit of time. Looking around, he made sure he hadn't forgotten anything.

He was ready.

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By the time the three Force Hounds got into the room, they would find it empty, a window opened and not a trace of him left to be discovered.

"He was here ?" Myth asked calmly, the man behind the counter shook his head "We saw inthe records him entering this Inn. Now, where is he ?" Myth held up the holo of Sadr, sadly it only showed him in his hooded robes, never showing his face "Has anyone entered this Inn looking like this ?"

The man behind the check-in desk was scared, Myth, and her 'sister' Vir, and their 'brother' Gozen, were heavily armored yet amazingly light on their feet. thankfully Gozen was watching the front door for anyone matching the holo, using his senses with the Force to try and locate their target. "I cannot say Ma'am, I just got on duty moments ago. perhaps the records could show more ?"

"Bring them on screen where I can see them please." Myth tried being nice for once. it made Gozen smirk, Myth, nice, never! The man did so, it showed Sadr's arrival, never seeing his face, but clearly noticing the thermal scan of the poor guy, he stank to high heaven! Nevertheless the man was given a room. Myth smirked, "What floor in the last, twenty minutes, had a room checked out ?"

The man behind the desk typed on a holographical keybard a second or two. "Ah, it says here that room 622 was checked out nine minutes ago. One key, yet we can give another, are you a member of his or her party ?" the keeper asked

"You could say that." Myth replied. Turning to her compansions she nodded towards the front door. She'd go up alone. Vir handed Myth her force saber. Myth stared, when did.... how ?

"Try not to drop it in the refuse network again" Vir grumbled, she herself stank a little but not as bad as before. Myth smirked, with pleasure. The two women parted ways then as Myth went to the turbolift to go upstairs, and the others were headed outside to keep watch.

As soon as Myth was in the turbolift, Vir got onto her personal comlink "Master Siya, the objective may have eluded us, I sense trouble above. Advise."

"The Lost Sith, if that truly be the title of the one you are now following, may have sensed your presense within his senses reach. I sense the Force at work, go to the spaceport docking bays, I have searched the recent dockings within thel asy thirty minutes. A YT1300 has caught my eye. It feels.... familar.... Mask your force signature and sneak aboard, should the objective board and make to exit the spaceport with his vessel, signal your location with your comlink, we can track the comlinks location on the coordinates, Siya Out" Vir nodded at her orders, it was time to get moving.

Casting a quick look to Gozen who nodded to her, he too heard the orders Vir was given, he was to keep watch in the case of their objective leaving the Inn grounds, Dura Inn was an amazing 44 floor building with what was called Hammerspace Halls that added countless rooms to the already huge building in all directions. For all sorts of aliens too. Vir headed for the docking bays, a YT1300.... why a light freighter like that ? Well, it wasn't her place to argue really, if she had to hide in it, then so be it.

Myth stepped from the turbolift on the desired floor, The force leading her way to a door. Using the key she tried to open the door, but it was stuck shut. She rattled the door a few times before smirking and slamming her foot into the door handle with all her might and half the power of the Force behind the kick, yet she aimed only to open the door, not break it completely apart. Stepping into the room she saw a window hanging open, a gentle breeze filtered into the room from the open window. Moving to it she stuck her head out and looked first up, then left and right, and finally down. Reaching out with her senses the Force Hound caught brief sight of handholds used. But nothing more. With a growl the Hound turned and stalked from the room, pulling the door closed behind her

Getting back into the turbolift Myth contacted Gozen "Objective is gone, it must have sensed us, keep watch for anyone unnatual on the grounds of the Inn, I will meet you outside. Where is Vir, I do not sense her"

"Master Siya has given Vir new orders, these orders hopefully will get us closer to our objective. Master Siya also wants us to simply follow the Objective and mask our force signatures as well to not be seen." Came Gozens reply, well, this was interesting to be sure. "Master Siya also informed to be on the lookout for Droids of unknown make, And if we see his old Padawan, Lady Sunrider, we are to advise and work with her at all costs"

"Sunrider, here ? Not possible." Myth replied hitting the controls for the turbolift to go back to the lobby level. "Last Master Siya heard from her she was with a Archivst searching for something on a remote station somewhere in Wild Space."

"Which is why Master Siya said that we should work with her at all costs. Maybe lead the objective to her as well, but I'm not sure. Master Siya did not go into detail. So we're going to have to play this by ear. Vir is tracking the primar Objective, our new objective is to find Lady Sunrider, and quickly" Well, that meant a lot, if Master Siya wanted them to find Deiyi, that left Vir, and Master Siya, with this... lost sith. Then again Master Siya could best all of them easily. And not many could survive or withstand such things.

"Alright, I'll meet you on the Obsidian. You know what to do. Vir's got this. Lets do what Master Siya wants" Myth cut the connection as Gozen took off at a run from the Dura Inn. They had a new mission.

Vir hopped the security fence easily, ignored by the Spaceport security she found her desired location, using the Force to guide her steps. The Hound halted however at a gate, the guard on duty looked towards her slightly confused, what was she doing there ? But when he saw her face, the mark denoting her name, Vir. He knew then who she was, a Force Hound, someone beyond security police. Someone with someone powerful. "Open this gate." Hangar 34-C was her desired target. The guard nodded and hit the controls. The gate slid open as Vir stepped up to it. Masking her Force Presence the Hound snuck up the ramp into the ship, and her oversensitive nose was assailed by the scent of a thousand cats gone to town inside. Everything was clawed up.

It made the Hound wonder.

Was their target, her Objective, a feline ?

Was it.... mean ?

All of a sudden Vir felt a pang of fear in her heart, her own fear, fears she hadn't had since a child, since before meeting Master Siya. Fear of.... death

But her task was simple, stay hidden, and let Master Siya track her comlink coordinates. That was all she had to do. She prayed to the Force she did not have to do any fighting.

But then again, fighting was what she did best.

It was amazing how across all species of life, through any rank in any kind of military or organization, and even with unimaginable powers, people seldom looked up.

Well, granted this Force Hound did, but not necessarily in the right area.

Sadr was holding himself up against the upper corner of the wall, watching one of the Hounds force entry in search for something. Him. She approached the window, looking around to see whether he was outside. A growl of irritation escaped her lips before she left, shutting the door behind her. He managed to catch the Hounds name: Myrh.

Now Sadr was well conditioned…well, actually, he was pretty freakin’ tough. But despite this, it took a lot of strength to hold himself against the corner of the wall. He wasn’t using the Force to help him either, since he was trying to mask his presence. The moment she left, Sadr dropped from his position, landing on the bed to mask the thud. Panting, he looked up towards the door to see if the Hound had heard and was coming back.

She didn’t.

Sighing in relief, he stayed masked, reaching out with the Force to find more info. Only two Hounds now. A pang of paranoia slid through him. Where was the third? He contemplated and came to the rationale that the third was above him. This place was huge. He couldn’t even sense down to Hammerspace Halls. She may be here, just not within his sensing abilities, which was a good sign.

So now it was confirmed. Force Hounds were after him. Which wasn’t good since they were Force sensitive and could probably sense every movement he made, hence the “Hound” part of their rank. However, Force Hounds were typically owned by someone. So who was their master?

One thing was for sure: it wasn’t a Sith. Sadr could know he was still a few leaps ahead of Feero. But then who? A Jedi who’d heard of his situation? Nevertheless, he decided it wasn’t worth sticking around to find out.

He had to get out of here. Now.

And just in time… He peered over the edge to see the two Hounds heading off, unknown to him as of where. But they turned right instead of left. He leapt from the window, climbing down the side of the building and landing on the ground below. Peering off down the road the two Hounds just went down, he turned and ran the other way towards the hangar.

This time, he didn’t even bother trying to make it through the traditional way. The sooner he could get to his ship, the sooner he could fly from these people, the better he’d be. So he bypassed the whole security checkpoint by taking a leap over the fence and walking towards Hangar Area C. For the most part, he stayed out of sight from the guards. He waited for a patrol to pass before trying to enter the Sector from the outside through a door.

Locked. Damn, he thought. Shoulda known it wouldn’t be that simple… But he was prepared for it. He reached towards the handle and used Force Lightning on it. He wasn’t very good at it, but he could use it for the simple stuff like stunning pursuers, powering electrical currents, charging batteries…

And getting through electronically sealed doors.

He made his way through the hallways, opening doors until he reached the main hub-bub of the hangar. Looking around to see if there were no guards, he made his way through the central area, passing by hangars until he reached the one his ship occupied. He had been presented a key card to lock his hangar door to keep people out and now he used it, pushing open the door to get to his ship and get the f-

He stopped when he saw the ship’s entryway down. He hadn’t left it like that before. That meant someone was in there. He pulled out his Sentinel Lightsaber before quietly entering his ship, his finger over the activation button.

Ah, welcome back to the cat lady’s house… The stench of cat pee assaulted his nose instantly as he stepped on board. He’d nearly forgot what that smelt like. He would’ve sighed at the many miles of smell horrors that were to come had it not been for the Force Hound standing right there, gazing about the place. There was a stench coming from her as well. It was fear.

Enough of this, he decided and pushed the activation button. A sound echoed through the halls of the hallway, the sound of his lightsaber activating. The area was lit up with the yellow glow of the blade and the low soothing hum took away any silence that may have been there.

“I’m going to have to ask you politely to leave my ship,” Sadr told the Force Hound in a dead tone voice. He didn’t need volume to sound intimidating.

Vir herself was a imposing woman, a Force Hound, born on a planet called Stewjon and bred on Taris and Cathar before being saved from a slave trader attack on Taris by Tuyer Siya, Vir was, like all Force Hounds, tattooed extensively on her body with her name. Her long black hair was in a tight headband ot keep it out of her face.

Since it was now only Vir who was left on Ariel to begin with as another ship shortly lifted off. She had taken a brief moment to get the lay of the ship, but that brief moment was her undoing. The Hound steeled herself at the sudden sound of a lightsaber activating behind her and smirked. "I'd say the same thing..." Vir said softly, her voice echoing in the corridor of the YT1300. Turning around the black haired Hound took in the hooded man. But had to stare, a yellow saber ? Sith never used such a color! Her black eyes blinked as she took the hooded man in. Another smirk, and she disappeared.

It was her skill, her favored easiest to use skill. To simply vanish from sight and sound. Vir was not to engage in any manner, the skill of this one was unknown, her mission was observe and track only, never to engage. But thankfully since he engaged first she had to defend. And she had taken in everything of the YT1300 to begin with. So stalling the man was the best plan.

She spoke again "I do not think it is needed for either of us to leave" She reappeared, behind Sadr, she never reached for her Forcesaber, nore did she take a threatening stance of any kind. Her armor could take anything from blaster bolts to a lightsaber. After all, Beskar and Cortosis was quite useful. "Besies, I'm not here to fight you. That is never my intent. But there is someone, my Master, who sent me to find you. He wanted to know more about the one called, 'The Lost Sith' we do not know if it is male, or female. But judging how you sound now, I'm going to go with male." Vir had a smirk still on her face

The ramp remained open, she had sent out the beacon, now to wait for her Master to show up. If he does. Vir sometimes could play nice, but Myth, never. Thankfuly Gozen wasn't there, he'd strike right off the bat, strike first, ask questions later. "I am not intending to fight you, but I will if I must" She had a odd sense of honor, this was his ship, and if he did not want it damaged or want to fight in such a scent overloaded place to begin with. She could work with that. She withdrew her forcesaber. This wasn't going to end well if at all. But she had a sense of honor, and if Sadr did not want to wreck his ship, they could fight outside of it. If he wanted. Him first of course.

After all, her master had sent her new objectives if confronted by the target, delay the objective until he arrived. In this case, judging by a holoclock outside the ship, would be a while, Thankfully Master Siya was listening in the conversation for every word and advising Vir on what to do and say.

An honor duel perhaps ? A friendly sparr ? Test this ones skills maybe ? What exactly can be done if that to this one ? "Perhaps a friendly duel of a sort ? A simple test or even a means to pass the time ?" She said simply, hoping he'd take her up on it, She stood to the side of the open ramp, if he so much as said ladies first to her, she'd Force Choke the nut and chuck him out of his own ship before going after him to duel him so quick she'd make a Tusken Raider pee his pants just by standing and apparently not moving a finger.

After all, she was a Force Hound. And as such, her abilites were stronger, thanks to the Dark Side, but her Master, Tuyer Siya, saw to it that she was properly trained and could channel her dark energies into a proper weapon rather then just go all out and rage all over the place. It was through Tuyer Siya that Vir had learned proper manners, to control her anger and hate, and to channel the dark side as a weapon rather then an ally or a dark lure to pull her into its dark embrace. Not that it really mattered, she could feel the Dark Side, though weak, ini Sadr, yet.

Why was he using a yellow lightsaber ?

Now it was his turn to stare as the Force Hound turned and began to eye him down like candy. The first emotion he got from her was surprise. Surprise at what? His look? He did have to keep some level of an identity secret, else it would be rather easy to find him. Surely she could understand that. Maybe his lightsaber? It wasn’t the typical color of a Sith. At the same time, he technically wasn’t a Sith either. But he guessed it was possible she didn’t know that.

Her black hair was tied back behind her head, presumably to keep it out of her face. But if Sadr were to guess, unfurling it would reveal it went past her shoulders. It probably looked seductive too. Her constant expression and her relaxed demeanor told him she was…calm. Calculative in her thoughts and her actions and holding a neutral expression as often as she could. It was relatable to Sadr’s typical act in a lot of ways. The last thing he noticed was the Force Hound Tattoo with her name: Vir.

But soon after, it was Sadr’s turn to be shocked as the Force Hound gave a smirk and disappeared among the shadows of the ship. He was too cautious to move anywhere, so he gazed around the corridor of the YT1300, looking for anything out of the ordinary besides the claw markings. He kept his saber close by in case he needed to defend and his body was ready for an attack.

Her voice from behind him made Sadr spin around, instinctively getting in a defense stance to block an oncoming stroke. But the strike never came. The lady was there, explaining her disposition. She didn’t have her own saber drawn. She didn’t even look like she wanted to attack. Cool and calculating…

To be honest, that made him more anxious than her having a weapon drawn.

“Yeah, good guess,” he muttered under his breath when Vir made the remark about his gender. Still though, he was being fed valuable information. Her master wanted to find him. But why? To what gain? Was it simply intel, or did it run deeper than that?

When Vir made the request to a simple duel, it was blatantly obvious to Sadr that she was stalling for time. She wanted to keep him here until presumably her master arrived to…take care of business. Whatever that would mean. His first instinct was to shove her out of the ship, close the door, and get the heck out of dodge while he still could. Staying here just didn’t seem like a good idea, especially considering the multitude of people that were after him.

However…

He was interested. Obviously this master wanted him alive, otherwise Vir would have struck at an earlier opportunity to end him, for example the moment she disappeared. But she didn’t. She was also told her main objective was not to fight Sadr but to find him. He knew even while she was essentially challenging him to a duel, no one would be killed in it. Besides, there was a lot of information about this whole scenario that he was missing. He would love to find out more.

And how could he say no to such a pretty face?

Looking around the compact hallway of the YT1300, he realized it wouldn’t make a very suitable battleground, making him wonder what kind of collateral he would’ve caused to the ship had he not shown mercy and fought her immediately. It suddenly clicked in Sadr’s mind that Vir wanted to fight outside for this reason, as she was standing by the open ramp.

With a sigh, he looked at Vir with a determined look. “Yeah, alright. Shouldn’t bang up this ship any more than it already is,” he noted, glancing over the claw marks before walking outside into the hangar. It was concealed here. The only way in or out was through the two entryways, the one guarded on the outside and the personal one that required a key to access. It was also relatively soundproof, given the numerous amount of takeoffs were annoying to the ears unless they did so. They wouldn’t be disturbed here.

He set himself up on one end, letting Vir walk over to the other end. He at least took off his cloak, letting Vir see his jet black hair in an unkempt fashion with the most concentrated golden eyes. With his gray clothes underneath his cloak along with the hair and the eye, the yellow saber seemed to complete the look.

That’s what he was going for. He wanted to look like a Sentinel.

Getting himself in a ready stance, he peered at Vir. “So who is this master that is looking for me? He must be pretty high up in the Jedi Order to have Force Hounds by his side.” He figured while they dueled, they could possibly share a bit of information about each other. Maybe Vir could get a little bit of intel about him and maybe he could get a little intel about why he was wanted. Or at least, he hoped that’s how this trade-off would go.

Vir settled into a defensive stance. Her Forcesaber sprang to life, the purple blade not making a sound other then a sudden hiss of activation. Her temper in check was all it took to keep it active if that. As he asked her who wanted him she thought briefly on how to answer, finalyl she figured, this guy used a lightsaber not red but yellow, which was oddish.. but worthwhile. So he could be trusted, to a point. "My Master, and teacher. Tuyer Siya." The selfsame Jedi Master who trained a very powerful Force User. "He does not say why" As this was a duel she held her Forcesaber in a salute then waited. "He only says, to find you, observe, maybe learn or even aid." She waited for him to maek the first strike, be it with words, or his abilities "He is simply curious of why one known as The Lost Sith, is wandering Durasia City."

She smiled thinly "Besides. Master Siya saved my life, and my fellow Hounds." She settled into a relaxed yet ready stance then and waited. She herself was curious, what could he do ? Compared to herself at least she wondered, as she did see his reaction to her disappearing on his ship and reappearing behind him at the time.

Tuyer Siya? Sadr didn't know the name really well, but he knew it well enough to know it was associated with a name he knew extremely well: Deiyi Sunrider. As Vir had said, she was exceptionally skilled in using the Force, but Sadr had only heard of her through rumors. It was a name that was common to the Sith, a legendary prize to be won. The slayer of Sunrider would surely be the Sith Lord's right hand man. The fact that he was this close to being in reach of Sunrider was a breathtaking moment in itself. If Sadr could reach Sunrider and kill her...he would be accepted back among the ranks of the Sith for sure. Already, he could feel the temptation of the task beckoning to him, calling his name and asking him to take it. The Dark Side started to surge within him.

No! I can't do that. I don't want to go back...

Already, the name of Tuyer Siya, although not as famous as Sunrider, was a worry to him. This was the trainer of one of the most powerful Force Users in the galaxy. And he was curious about him? It just didn't send the right signals and thus put him on edge against Vir, who presumably received the same training.

Sadr eyed the noiseless Forcesaber, it's purple hue lighting up a good portion of Vir's side of the hangar. He'd never fought a weapon of it's design, but assumed it would be very comparable to a lightsaber, the weapon he wielded. He walked forward to the middle of the space in between Vir and where he once stood, holding his lightsaber out, waiting for the Force Hound to meet him there and cross the blades, much like how traditional duels were done. "Well, if you were wondering about why I was here, it was to rest a bit," Sadr knew Vir had given him some information. The least he could do was give some back. "You've been on my ship, so you know it's not the most...adequate of places to sleep. I was merely passing through, trying to remain unnoticed. Guess that didn't work out, huh?"


As he stepped forwards she did as well. Finally they were back in the middle of the hangar, the open ramp to their left, or rather, Sadr's left. Their blades crossed, the Forcesaber sparking similar to a lightsaber as it came in brief contact with Sadr's own weapon. "Yes" She nodded. "But what brought you, aside from rest outside of.... that cathouse.... to this world ? Was it the Temple ? The Archives ? Or something else ?" She could feel the Dark Side; her temper was in check, she used it as a tool. never letting it use her after Master Siya's teachings.

She smirked and shook her head "No, trying to stay unnoticed when Master Siya finds you isn't easy. Believe me I have tried. Did you have to use the mind trick ?" That in and of itself was recorded, the man was briefly spoken to, but then let go on his merry way. Servalience Droids were wonderful things, Though Customs Droids were more useful with a much larger drive to store more offworld visits and otherwise, ServDroids were mostly memory cleaned every day or so.

"Or is it something else entirely of what I am thinking that brought you here ?" Vir asked, as she did so she smirked again, her Forcesaber briefly 'patting' against Sadr's lightsaber, making both weapons spark briefly.

When the blades made slight contact, Sadr was ready to make full contact. He spun his blade around hers and made a downward diagonal slice on her blade, hitting it to simply shake her stance. The follow-up was a side swipe aimed towards her left hip. It wasn't the most classy of moves really, relatively simple to block. He expected her to easily meet his saber before he got to her flesh. But this was a simple dab his foot in the water and see what churns up. Hopefully, it wouldn't be pirahnas.

"Sure...let's go with that," he replied cooly after his initial strike. He wasn't lying either.

As his blade moved so did hers, her body as well, swiftly sidestepping she blocked the first strike and felt the second, the followup smack lightly against her hip armor, the armor, Beskar, Mando stuff, sparked briefly as the lightsaber smacked against it as she parried back, her eyes bright. "lets go with what ? Which ?" She struck, first aiming fast toewards the left, then ducking quickly and going towards, where else but the right, but it was high, but not unintentionally so.

Dust kicked up on the Hangar floor, it was apparent that lots of sand speeders stopped in there, or the rust was really getting to the place. Very briefly she struck, then just as quickly let go of her forcesaber and pulled her hand back before grabbing her weapon again as a strike got too close. Her arms were not as defended as her lower body. At least for the moment. Besides, this was a duel, they weren't going to get hurt... right ?

The moment of realization hit when the yellow blade "bounced" off her hip. It was clear to him then that she was wearing armor...very protective armor at that. Find the holes, find the holes... Examining her thoroughly, he didn't have many options except maybe her boobs or her head, neither of which he would go for since they were killing blows. Besides that, there weren't many options.

Crap.

He swung down and across, meeting the stroke on the left. The one on the right he simply ducked under, knowing it was a bit too high. On purpose? He wouldn't know, nor could he look back as he had the offensive hand.

"Something else entirely," he answered her question before striking forward, trying to disarm her. And she let go of the blade! Concentrating too hard to curse or be irritated, he simply retaliated by swinging the other direction, although he tried to hit the blade out of her hand rather than cut it at the hilt. The power in the swing would potentially throw her off.

His swing threw her slightly backwards as she hit the bottom of the hull of the YT1300 they were dueling near with a loud CLONK against the back and side of her head, followed by a brief pained shriek that broke the nearby holoprojection locks as Vir force screamed in absolute pain. Oh Sithsiht that hurt, reeling backwards quickly she called her forcesaber to her hand and blinked rapidly to get the stars out of her eyes. Finally refocused she blocked two more strikes and then halted half blinded by pain as Sadr seemed to have stopped ? But why ? She blinked again as something got in her eyes.

it was blood.

So much for not getting hurt. She held her Forcesaber in a defensive stance. "Then pray tell.... hiss... what exactly brought you here ?" It was hard ot think, and speaking hurt her head! Oh she'd need a Kolto tank for sure! Maybe a kolto shot ?

Sadr watched as she jumped back to her own pain, unaware that the ship was behind her until the moment of impact. He'd seen worse done to a being, but even that made his eyes quiver a bit as she got up in a daze. A trickle of blood was running from her forehead down her face. She got in a somewhat shaky defensive stance, although Sadr immediately noticed it was slightly off kilter to his position. He knew exactly the following moves he would use in a procedure like this and how to take her down and kill her in a few fellow swoops.

Instead, he deactivated his lightsaber with a loud hiss! and waited for her to recover, pushing away the Sith within him. He wasn't stone cold or malicious. He guessed if they were keeping score, that would be a point for Sadr, not earned on his end but on hers. That was the true travesty of the situation.

"My ship," he pointed smart-assedly behind her. "The thing you just bumped your head on. The...cathouse, I think you referred to it as." he kept a straight face, activating his lightsaber once more and holding it up in a defensive stance. "Come at me when you're ready."

Her free hand went to her face to wipe her eyes and when she pulled her hand back she saw blood. Well Sithshit. Some of the blood got to her mouth, she spit it out. Refocusing she smiled. "It hurt" she said simply before pushing from the wall she leaned towards at Sadr in a much more relaxed spar at that point. In this case she was simply wondering now just how his saberwork was. After two strikes she backed up a pace. "Your speed is good. But what about your footwork ?"

She walked two steps to her left, as if starting a circle. Maybe if she was lucky she could get him between her and his ship. Then they'd be even.

A rebel at heart...somehow, some way, he would expect the tricks people would throw at him...not matter what. He wouldn't let anyone get the better of him...

That was the promise he made back on Drovius, where he'd worked as a slave before encountering Feero. It had held through his lifestyle for the most part, considering he always wanted to learn the things Feero never wanted him to. He liked throwing curveballs, getting people on their toes, leaving them puzzled as to what he was going to do next.

And here...he pulled one of those moves.

Sadr knew he was being led on from the moment Vir commented on his footwork. So instead of following the quota and getting into the Staredown Circle as he liked to call it, he walked with her, keeping to the left, crossing his feet smoothly, and attacked.

Sadr danced with Vir, keeping pace and time as they moved. Parries, thrusts, jabs, slices and dices, and any kind of move to be thought of was pulled out. Neither gained the upper hand over the other. They fought and they fought. The clashing blades made all kinds of sparks around the two as they showed their skills. Sadr fell out of the magic of the dance before Vir did, realizing they weren't trying anything tactical, just fighting.

Let's switch the game up a bit...

He blocked the next stroke, which was high right anyway, and rather than take another attempt at countering, rolled forward. Using his legs, he sweeped the legs of the Force Hound. After the move, he rolled on his back, launched to his feet, and looked back to see how she countered against that.

It was the least expected strike, yet she was apparently ready for it. As he ducked to sweep her legs out from under her Vir saw her chance to get away from his ship at her back and dove over him, snapping off her Forcesaber as she did so, rolling to her feet she charged at him, One hand going for his saber hand, the other with her forcesaber relit towards his other hand. She aimed to grab his saber hand, hoping he'd grab hers, Maybe saberlock or armlock, either one worked for the Hound quite well.

But it was as she was moving when she stopped she felt her Master near as the nearby Hanger Door unlocked and started to open, she backed off just as quickly as she came and diffused her Forcesaber, her hands towards Sadr in a show of respect. She stalled for time as was expected of her. But he had two hits on her, one from his ship, and one from his saber against her hip, She was thankful for the beskar armor. But she knew she'd have to be on her guard from then on. "You fight well for one called a lost Sith. It was an honor to test your skills"

A mistake! Sadr hand't anticipated the Force Hound would dive over him even though it was the blatantly obvious path. Getting up, he turned around just in time to see Vir charging aat him, Forcesaber in her right, open hand in her left, ready to grab...his sword arm! But there wasn't enough time to react appropriately and Sadr held out his left hand to grab her Forcesaber as well, that being the only strategy he had.

But then Vir stopped. It was like seeing the world viewed in slow motion, the immediately warping back to a normal time frame. How quickly Sadr had gone from nearly helpless to suddenly...there. But why? And then he felt it...at the door. He looked towards it, watching it fly open, knowing it would be Tuyer Siya that would enter, but not knowing exactly what to expect from his form. He'd never seen the guy.

Sadr nodded his head in response. "And you as well. Not many have been able to keep up with me in terms of Saber dueling...I haven't had a good fight in a while. Thank you for giving me one." A ghost of a smile appeared on his face, the closest he would come to showing joy of any kind, but at least it was sincere.

Vir simply nodded as the hangar door opened with a groan of tortured metal. Apparently her force scream had damaged it a bit too much and a man dressed in oddly white clothing for a Jedi Master stepped into the hangar, the white long hair of the man, his stature, robes, and the fact he used what looked to be a walking staff or quarterstaff in his right hand stepped into view,

This .... man, this Arkanian Offshoot, was none other then Jedi Master Tuyer Siya, the teacher of the most powerful Jedi ever to walk the Galaxy. He stepped into view as the two halted their duel. He had felt briefly the pain from Vir, but she was good at hiding her injuries. Sometimes too good. "From what I have seen on the holo... you fight very well Mr..." He said as he came to a stop a few paces from the two combatants, his voice faltering as he did not know the Lost Sith's name. To Vir Siya said simply, "See the medical droid outside, they have a kolto pack for you." Vir nodded and with a quick possibly genuine half smile to Sadr she left the hangar to see the medical droid

There were a lot of images running through Sadr's mind as to what Tuyer Siya looked like. And he could say with confidence that although it would make sense that the trainer of the legendary Sunrider would have a sage-ish kind of look, he wasn't expecting him to go all out with it.

He deactivated his yellow lightsaber, placing it in the hilt as he eyed the man. White hair. White robes. White staff. White...everything. Even his features, as was customary for the Arkanian race. He walked in such a way to present himself as an authority figure...like he didn't need the staff he carried. And his aura...was about as white as the rest of his features. Sadr could feel incredible power emanating from him. It was like he had control of the Force in this room and could suffocate anyone else's abilities to use it.

Sadr gave a half nod to Vir in response as she left before shifting his gaze back to the Jedi Master, "Sadr..." he responded, keeping some level of a gaze towards the man. "And I assume you're Tuyer Siya? You've made yourself quite a figure to your Force Hounds." he walked casually over to the YT1300, studying the dent Vir had left in the side. Ah, it's just character...

"When I found them, Gozen, Myth, and Vir, they were trying to survive, on their own, on thrice Sith blasted Taris! Vir was near death, and suffering from the Rakgoul Plauge as well, if it were not for my timing, she would have destroyed by the Force alone!" Tuyer said calmly. "That planet is no place for anyone, I managed to even convince the Council to erradicate the planet as well. In order to protect the galaxy as a whole you understand. The Rakgoul Plauge must never get off of that world, the entire planet was encased in the planet prison system, and then biurned to ash, nothing is left of it. Even distablised the core of it too, but thats old news" Siya explained how he had rescued the three Force Hounds, and in doing so destroyed a world filled with such a dangerous plauge to save the rest of the galaxy at the cost of trillions of lives yet abile ot save the galaxy at that.

"Vir does as best she can, ever since i brought her back from deaths doorstep. She's... like a daughter to me. Most Jedi dont have that chance if at all. With the recent rules. Finding Deiyi as I did, None of the Masters on the Council at the time agreed to her training. But it was my insistence and care for the newborn girl that made them see reason. They said that she made the Force.... out of balance in some way. I never could figure out how." Siya said

"Nevertheless, It is an honor to see you in person. I indeed am Tuyer Siya, Jedi Master. I must admit, for one hooded and unknown, I mistook you briefly for a woman until Vir spoke with you in person, Yes she had her comlink active, standard procedure you understand, or force of habit for her when given such missions." Siya said. "However, I saw on the holo she seemed hesitent and.... confused about somethin,g I am as well. Why would one, calling themself, a Sith... use a yellow bladed lightsaber ? And one so stable at that" Tuyer himself used a double sided Lightsaber Pike. Hence the rather... ornate quarterstaff he carried at all times. "However something tells me something.... and I am not sure what to make of it... At this moment at least."

Sadr listened intently to the Jedi Master's story of how he found the three Force Hounds. He'd already known about the destruction of Taris, but hadn't known it was because of the plague that resided there. He'd never been there and from what he'd been told, it was a stronghold for their prisoners and that the Republic had destroyed it to impede their mission in any way they could. But that was what knowing one side of the equation brought you...a one-sided answer.

But what was more interesting was how highly he regarded his Hounds, especially Vir. When your life is saved by someone, you'd do anything and everything for them because there wasn't any other way to pay them back...that is unless you reciprocate the action. He knew how Vir felt towards her master because he too had once felt the same towards his. It was a matter of debt in his case, rather than charity.

He wondered if Vir was destined to become his next Sunrider. It certainly seemed that way.

Sadr had to break his gaze towards Siya as he shifted uncomfortably at the mention of honor. He didn't like to be honored; he preferred to be ignored. But still, he was kind of surprised he didn't know much about him...not even his gender. It was a true testament to how well he was at hiding...that is, up until this point.

Sadr looked down towards his left sided hilt at the yellow lightsaber that rested there at the mention of it. Once more, he pulled it from the hilt and activated it, studying the blade as he held it. The yellow hue was straight as ever, kept surprisingly stable. He was practically an expert at making lightsabers, probably just as good as he was fighting with one. "A few friends gave me this one. The Jedi Sentinels. I'm sure you've heard of them. I helped them out, they thanked me by giving me one of these as well as the clothes. It's...kind of my disguise." He took a few practice swings, pretending to parry a blow and strike at the imaginary opponent. Even with a fake opponent, he was surprisingly fast. He sheathed the lightsaber once more, looking at Siya with a steely gaze. "It wasn't that stable before. I had to make some modifications to make it more usable to my needs."

He walked away from the ship, deep in thought as to what he should do here: to tell him about his past or to ignore the question. Finally deciding, he put his hand to his chin, rubbing it in a thoughtful manner. "Actually, I'm kind of curious as to what this something tells you. Why do you think I'm regarded as The Lost Sith?"

Siya seemed thoughtful for a long moment or so before speaking. "It concerns Vir, her future is clouded, the Council is fearful. Yet I think.... feel.... that you may be what clears a path for the Council to see what her future will bring. If you are up to the task of course I can send her to you as your student. Of course it is up to you I wont force you into doing anything you do not want."

He smiled then at the question. "Many on the Council wonder just who you are, what you are. They know nothing of your skills or abilities with the Force. And when I heard, and saw your vessel land here I took notice. The Force does strange things since Deiyi had been under my teaching not too long ago." It was about a month after Deiyi had become a full Jedi Knight and took on her own Padawan when he came across the Hounds on Taris. "I have since learned to expect anything as long as I follow the will of the Living Force."

"The Sentinels are a good group of men and women, good Jedi, I have had the chance to join their ranks, but I did not take it myself. I hear that Deiyi has done so. She is a Watchman within their ranks I believe." Siya mused. He smiled "As to why you are regarded as the Lost Sith... you have me at a loss, I am quite curious of why such a title has been bestowed upon you ?"

Sadr was a bit shocked by Siya's request. Him? Become a teacher to Vir? How could he? For one, he didn't exactly have masterful control of the Force himself. He knew a lot of techniques, but performing them was a different matter. He was a Sith as well, or at least a former one. If the Council wanted a clear path for Vir's future, why would they even wonder seeking it from a dark sided individual whose future was just as clouded as Vir's.

And finally, he was constantly worried about his past catching up with him.

Siya went on to explain how the Force acts like a tool of destiny...how it guides Jedi together to maintain the balance of the Force. Perhaps it was fate that brought him here. Sadr could acknowledge that. But to teach someone who may have more qualifications than he did seemed far-fetched to him. He also was a firm believer in free will, the ability of the individual to choose his own fate. So the idea of not being able to control why he landed where he did or why he encountered who he did didn't sit well with him.

Sadr nodded when Siya mentioned the Sentinels. "Indeed. I'm not exactly a part of their ranks either." he told the Jedi Master.

"Well, it's quite a long story...a story that I might be willing to tell you if you have the time and are willing to meet certain criteria. One of those criteria being leaving this hangar and going to sit down somewhere. While I love to showcase my..." he looked over to the YT1300, "...glamorous ship and it's scented corridors, I'm quite famished after the duel with your subordinate, Vir." He hoped he would take him up on his offer. There was something about his air that radiated a sense of security. He somehow knew he wouldn't do him any harm unless he did harm first. And considering he didn't plan on hurting anyone right now, he'd feel safe.

"Then it seems we are at an empasse, I do not wish to push you into things you would much rather not do, unless you choose to do so of course; you must understand. The Council does not see a proper future, it is clouded, perhaps what they need is a fresh set of eyes, a new mind so to speak, in order to see the future properly." Siya said thoughtfully as Vir stepped into view at the hangar door.

Tuyer smiled "I can smell it from here. I wont ask why it smells like a Cathar Den after a birthing spree" He said with a wrinkle of his nose, goodness it stank even in the hangar itself!!! He nodded then, "I know of a cantina not far from here, called the Dancing Mug, its a weird place, but the food is good" Besides, they had Vir's favorite drink, A Huttese Hangover, otherwise known as a Boga Noga, on the rocks.

"It would be a pleasure to listen to your tale." Tuyer said simply. His staff was more then just a staff, as it was also his lightsaber. the silver blades of the lightsaber pike when ignited were a deadly sight to behold. Yet at this moment he was just a calm older looking Arkanian Offshoot.

A fresh set of eyes. Well, Sadr had that much. No one viewed the Force from the same perspective he did. And despite his doubts in himself, his abilities, and his mentoring skills, he couldn't help but feel this sensation as if he was supposed to do this. Like Vir was the key to something within himself he needed to discover. It was present enough within him to not be ignored.

He still had his skeptics, but for now he wouldn't mind seeing where taking this branching path leads him. Of course, he was going to tell Siya everything so that the Jedi Master knew exactly what kind of person he would be dealing with.

Sadr nodded in response, "Alright. Then let us go." He let Master Siya lead the way, walking beside Vir as they made their way to the exit of the hangar. "By the way, we kind of started a bit rocky, so we never introduced ourselves properly. I'm Sadr." He stuck out his hand for her to shake, hoping there were no hard feelings about the hit she took in the head back in the duel.

The deeper one went into the city of Duraisa, the more grapic stuff became to the point where one was walking on nothing but holograms and through holograms. the walls were covered with holograms advertising various races performing live in that cantina or in other areas of Durasia. Ariel itself was a mix of races and aliens of all kinds. The first thing noticed was the name of the place, Dancing Mug Cantina.

The fact they hosted a nightly bar fight should have sent up warning bells yet the Jedi Master, and his two guests, Vir, and Sadr, were admitted without incident or need for the Mind Trick either.

They were lead to a table where they could see everything on the lower floor, from the stairs leading up to the main floor, to the band and full view of the dance floor. The music was seedy and the garish lights made it kind of hard to see, yet in many places, it made sense. The fact that the floor had holographical arrows directing people what way to go as well as holographical hardlight rooftops to shield from rain and in this case backwash from certain things such as sewer shit.

As Vir once said it, Same Sith, Different Day

This made sense in this world.

Once seated Tuyer ordered a drink, Vir ordered nothing, as she was currently just a bit high off the kolto pack, possibly in orbit but with the Force Hounds it was not easy to tell, far from it. Once they were all seated, Tuyer turned to Sadr, "So my friend, pray tell what you seek. You have an air about you of one with a story to tell."

Flashy. That was the first word that came to Sadr's mind as he walked on holograms, around holograms, through holograms. It was a digital world in this bar and it was already making the Force user's head spin. He would've walked out had it not been for Vir and Jedi Master Tuyer leading him through the place.

Calm down...focus your energy...

Slowing his breathing, Sadr followed as they approached a table overlooking the bar. As he cleared his mind, he was already feeling a bit better. He was getting used to the atmosphere, ignoring the glaring lights in his face everywhere. His eyes looked back and forth between the two. His cowl still covered his features, even though the two of them knew what he looked like. Force of habit, he thought.

"I must ask something of you first," Sadr responded calmly, scratching his chin, "None of this is to be forwarded to the Jedi Council. Nor the database. I've worked hard to keep my identity hidden from the galaxy so far and I won't compromise it now. Not to mention my enemies will likely be able to find me through it. It's rather easy for the Sith to hack into the database...much easier than either of you may realize."

His eyes were dead set under his hood, eyeing Tuyer in the most serious of fashions. He was serious about this.

"When I first heard of your arrival the Council insisted I let the matter drop, yet my curious mind cannot be sated until speaking to you, and hearing your.... need. You may rest assured that anything said here will not be repeated." Vir had many secrets, one one of which she told none, and will never tell anyone for that matter. The secret of her birth. It was one secret she planned to take to the grave when she died.

Yet Tuyer seemed calm as he spoke, His staff seemingly that of an old sage leaned against the table. Any inquiring minds were turned away thanks to Vir standing guard, her imposing yet slender build was bulky in her armor. "Besides" Tuyer continued as Vir looked their way, her back to the table, her gaze however lingered a moment or so on Sadr, the man could have killed her, why didn't he ? Sith killed the weak because they were simply that, weak.

Her mind was trying to piece together just why Sadr did not strike when he had the chance to do just that.

Tuyers words however rang true, sure the threesome would appear on the holocams in the cantina, but what they were saying couldnt be heard.

Sadr could trust them

The question now remained, would he ?

Sadr Stardasher closed his eyes and began to focus...focus on himself...focus on his surroundings...focus on the Force. He channeled his energy into it, a mixture of pure concentration and hate, pulling power from both sides of himself to feed one purpose. More often than not, either one channel or the other took over, resulting in an appropriate power to take control. Otherwise, the channel became unstable and the Force reacted violently around them.

This time, he let concentration win out, allowing him to calmly view the scene around him. A man and a woman were arguing in a booth, their relationship on the line. Two men sat at the bar, one older than the other, the younger listening to the man's tale. A "wolfpack" stood on the outside, scoping the scene for their prey in which they were to release their "blue balls" syndrome into that night. A typical setting for a bar. Nothing too outlandish. He was safe.

And then he took his hood off, revealing his features to Master Siya. A stubble of a beard on his chin was the only bit of facial hair on this young man. His black hair was rather messy, but kept fairly short. What made him compelling was that distant stare in his golden eyes, that look that always seemed to make other people thing he could be in two places at once. He stared at a person and stared through them at the same time. It was a broad and mysterious look, one that sent a couple chills down the spines of the burliest of men. For Sadr, it was just another veil.

"I was found on Nim Drovis," he began, eyes on Tuyer and Vir, "Rescued by a Sith Lord from my role as a slave to a dishonest war hero of the town I lived in. From there, he taught me the ways of the Dark Side and how to channel my hatred into power. How to inflict pain on those who deserve it. How to defend myself from those who wished to inflict pain on me. How to claim revenge." He hovered over that word as if the word itself carried power, "And then I got my chance..."

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It wasn't a foreign place on the hull of the ship for Sadr to stand. In fact, he'd likely left foot imprints in the sole spot he'd always stood, looking out the window as the vastness of space around them. Five years ago when he first stood here, the stars fascinated him. Of course he'd seen a couple barely through the canopy of the trees he used to call home. But back then, this was a view he never had before. Among the stars.

Since that first day, their luster wore off. The stars became nothing more than a reminder of the space he could rule one day, the power he could have. The world he could create once he had a firm grasp on it was planned and precise. Efficiency would reign supreme and order would be established throughout this galaxy. It was his for the taking. This fantasy Sadr had placed in his mind was all the luster he needed.

And yet, here he stood, gazing out into the space beyond.

"Sadr."

A firm, yet soft voice broke the air of silence around the Sith apprentice. Sadr whirled around to address this person properly. For in the frame of the door stood the man who had rescued him all those years ago. For a Sith Lord, this man looked entirely human. Nothing about his full head of brown hair said dark and sinister. Nothing about his blue eyes screamed intensity or anger. They almost held a fondness to them...like a father to a son. Had it not been for the dark clothes he wore or the lightsaber he knew would glow red when it sizzled to life, Darth Feero could pass as a Jedi Master.

Sadr was not one to dilly dally. He approached the figure and kneeled before him, "Yes Master?"

"Sadr, these past five years have been vigorous on you. You have been taught in the ways of the Force and how to use it in aiding your success. You have been taught in using your anger and hatred to strike down those who bring grief to your life. You have been taught the skills of lightsaber combat so that you can bring anyone to your knees, begging for mercy."

Sadr had a ghost of a smile on his face when his master praised his skill in lightsaber combat. He truly was one of the best duelist out there, proving himself capable to measure up to Siths as legendary as Darth Maul himself. What he lacked in Force ability, he made up for in fighting technique. It was his gift.

"And today, you prove yourself one last time, earning your title as a Sith Lord and joining the fight against the Jedi Council. It is time."

Time? "For what?" Sadr asked curiously, slowly lifting his head to meet Darth Feero's gaze.

"To finish what we started," Feero said as he put on his hood and proceeded to leave, "We will be landing shortly."

Sadr lifted himself onto his feet, his gaze turning to the window once more. The scene was a bit different. An orb occupied that space shown through the window...the orb of a planet. His eyes widened slightly as he felt the air of familiarity descend upon him, that sense of Deja Vu creeping through his chest. Even without the layout of the continents below, Sadr knew where they were. After all, he had the same view leaving the planet only five years before.

He was heading towards Nim Drovis. He was heading home.

A sniff and a wrinkle of the nose were the actions Sadr took upon stepping off the ship, "Smells like home."

From the platform they had landed on, Sadr could get a elevated view of the city he recognized as the capital of this planet. Built by beings from the planet Alderaan, Bagsho wasn't the most appealing of most populated cities on planets. It had a very rural feel to it. Most of the older buildings on the other side of the canal looked worn and one small wind away from collapsing completely. Even New Town, the more appealing part of the capital and the more recent additions, were built with stone and wood and came together rickety at best. The air had this constant smell of jungle rot and gangrene and the humidity made breathing a struggle. There was a reason why the residential area was called Thousand Stinking Ditches, after all.

It wasn't like Nim Drovis wasn't possible of advancement and development of society. It just happened at such a slow pace. The appearance of the Alderaan beings helped immensely, but it was still going to be a long time before Bagsho was considered a respectable city. Only recently had they established a Sector Medical Facility and it was in the Stinking Ditches. Even worse, it was the only one. Such care had not been taken to the rest of the civilizations among the planet…partially because they didn’t want it. While the Drovians were quite receptive to the foreign technology and medical practices, the Gopso'o stuck with the herbs of the planet as a source of healing. It was well known that they hated each other, the tension bleeding over from the civil war between the two tribes. Nowadays, so long as you didn't mention the word "truth", you should be fine. Still, it would be a desolate world for a while.

Sadr walked along the wooden bridge, overlooking the canal that split the city in half. The water below looked a murky brown and remained stagnant. Trying to ignore the slightly unstable environment the city always tended to be in, he kept a gaze on his master, trying to figure out what he had in store. He didn't dare pop a question. He was sure Darth Feero wouldn't respond anyway. But that didn't stop the apprehension from showing in his body language. Under the guise of his cloak and being a trained Sith, the public eye wouldn’t notice anything weird. However, his master who had spent five years training him and had a sixth sense for this kind of thing would.

“You’re nervous about being back,” were the words he spoke. Not questioning. Stating. He could read Sadr like a book and he knew it.

“Only you know my past, Master,” he replied, “Nim Drovis was never a safe place for me.”

“Indeed,” Darth Feero rubbed his chin elegantly as he peered down into the canal water, “Let this fear of this place consume you. Let it drive your actions towards your goals you wish to commit to. Let this place make you more powerful.”

Sadr nodded as he began to breath, in and out…in and out. The feeling of being mugged or stabbed when he walked these busy streets. That sense of claustrophobia he got when he was among a crowd of slaves just like him. That knowledge of things being unpredictable and that no one would care if he died. No one would even bat an eye. These feelings all came back to him…filling him with hatred of this planet.

“Good,” came the soft spoken reply from Darth Feero, “I can feel your energy getting stronger. You’re doing wonderful.”

He let the words consume him along with these feelings. His gaze darkened. He held back with much temperance, but it wouldn’t be long before he would feel the itch to unleash this power…to enact revenge on this planet that had treated him so poorly. To establish order among the people and work towards efficiency.

To send this city crumbling to the dirt where it belonged.

“Conceal yourself,” Feero told Sadr, “We have a task to do and I’d rather do it with as little attention drawn to us as possible. Especially in case a Jedi is around.”

Sadr did as he was told, yet that didn’t stop his curiosity from taking over his tongue, “What is it we’re exactly doing?”

There was a pause, then Darth Feero passed a knowing glance to the young adult.

“We’re completing your training.”