Tuyer Siya's Story

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..."

---

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.”

The further Sadr and Feero progressed beyond the town and into the forest, ironically the more familiar thing became for the young apprentice. Certain pieces of moss stuck out to him. The way the trees shaped the canopy above him felt eerily familiar. Certain patches in the path caught his eye and lingered there. While he couldn't quite put his finger on it, he got the impression that he'd been here before. A tingling sense of Deja vu coursed through his veins...one that Feero could easily feel.

“I can sense it within you…your feelings have come to surface…feelings that were once buried when you left Nim Drovis all those years ago. Feelings that you used to enhance your skills in the force and progress through your training. Feelings I asked of you to use…to see…to feel true power…to understand what injustice had been brought upon you and why it is our duty to change it.”

The feelings grew stronger. The emotions were welling up inside him and Sadr’s typically cool and even breath was now heavy and burdened. More and more, the vision in his head cleared. More and more, the path below him looked like the one he had traveled many times before. He glanced around. Key structures were missing. Certain roads had slightly overgrown and certain buildings were covered in moss.

Yet he could see everything clearly.

“The Jedi are weak,” Feero stated, “They will do nothing to prevent such travesties like slavery from happening. They sit in their temples and keep the system running. The system of the galaxy that took advantage of you, Sadr. A young boy desperate to survive against the cruelest intentions of those who thought they owned him. A young boy I rescued from its clutches and turned into a powerful warrior. Only the Sith can truly bring order and resolve conflict throughout the galaxy.”

And then Sadr’s eyes rested on one place in particular…a small hut caved in from time’s constant haul and improper maintenance. A hut he knew from long ago…five years to be exact…

"Do you know where we are, Sadr?" Feero asked him. It was only after this statement that he could find the words to speak.

"This is...," Sadr said as the realization set in, "This is the slave camp. This is where I lived…since I was a small boy.” He placed a careful palm on the weak structure, feeling like a gentle breeze could topple it for good. He turned to Darth Feero. “Why did you bring me back here?”

“I told you why,” Feero simply stated.

“How will bringing me to my past help complete my training?”

Feero stood there, his head kept low to hide his features underneath his cowl. A loud crash came from a building due east from their current position. The door had opened, and a Drovian had stepped out. The Drovian looked skinnier than most Drovians were supposed to look, its skin paler. Its claws looked extremely rugged and weren’t even sharp enough to cut through an apple. He was breathing heavily and appeared to be burdened with a sickness. It looked like he was on his last leg, living in agony. But Sadr could easily recognize this Drovian by the scar it carried on his cheek…the scar that was a constant reminder of the “legacy” he used to have.

This was Qintok Druugan. This was the slave owner.

“Oy!” he spoke in his native tongue, “Wha you two doin’ ‘ere? Dis be my porperteh!” The Drovian began to move towards Sadr and Feero.

“You may do what you wish,” Feero said, giving Sadr a nod of approval. Sadr turned to look at the one who had treated him so badly once upon a time.

He didn’t even need to think twice about it.

With a cry of anger, Sadr brought both his arms forward, palms facing Qintok. The Force Push the Drovian sustained would launch him back so quickly it caused a crack in the structure. Qintok was scrambling in the dirt, trying to find some traction in his feet and flee from this predator. But Sadr had other plans.

“Do you remember me? HUH?!” he roared as he telekinetically pulled a huge chunk out of the support for the house. It could come crashing down, turning it into a pile of rubble. A large piece of that rubble fell onto Qintok’s leg, crushing it underneath. The cry of agony from the Drovian would only fuel Sadr’s anger.

“You don’t even know what pain is,” Sadr growled as he approached, drawing his two lightsabers, activating them at the same time. The red glow would illuminate the deathly stare he was giving the Drovian as he stared into eyes begging for mercy. He held out a claw, not to attack, but to try and persuade him to stop. Instead, Sadr lashed out at it, cutting it off cleanly. Qintok howled as he fell back into the dirt.

Sadr held the two humming blades crossed in front of him, Qintok’s head caught in between. The young Sith stared into the Drovian’s eyes.

“Say my name,” he said, bringing the blades even closer to his neck. “I know you know it.”

The Drovian squirmed as he replied in his native tongue, “S-S-S-Sadr…” he managed through stammers of pain and fear. “S-Sadr S-St-Stardasher…”

Now Darth Feero had come right behind his apprentice and nodded his head. “Good…very good. You demonstrate power. You demonstrate dominance. You know what you must do. Finish him. End his life. Let the anger of what he's done flow through you and strike him down with it. Only then can you become a true Sith Lord."
Sadr felt his grip tighten on the sabers he knew better than he knew anything else in this world. He deserves it, his mind was saying. He brought your life hell. Now it’s to enact your revenge. Killing him would be so satisfying.

“P-please don’t kill me…” he heard Qintok plead.

Or would it?

Sadr felt something tugging within him…some pull of light that seemed to be clearing the dark clouds away. He could feel a memory churning through his head all of a sudden. He could see himself when he was young...when he lived in this place.

He wasn’t the only slave. He lived with many others, boys and girls, young and old, human or otherwise. He remembered a few of their faces and he remembered the hardships they endured together.

He remembered saving lives.

Through gritted teeth, Sadr suddenly drew back, using the blades to cut the saber hilts at the top. He tossed the destroyed things to the ground, the smoke winding into the air in front of a whimpering Qintok, who was more than grateful to be alive. Sadr didn’t even look at Feero when he said, “I won’t do it.”

Feero’s head peered up slightly, “What?”

“I said I won’t do it,” Sadr said again, “If I kill this…fop…now, I’m becoming him. I wouldn’t dare stoop to his level of devaluing life. All life is precious. Qintok Druugan doesn’t realize this. And if I kill him now, then I will have failed to realize it as well. No matter how much it would please me to do so.” He dropped to his knees and stared at the ground, looking at the lightsabers he’d just destroyed.

Feero didn’t move…not at first. Sadr didn’t need to sense the Force to know this. Nor did he need the Force to feel the stare in the back of his head. Not even Qintok moved. The forest was silent.

And then Sadr heard a couple steps...then the brushing of a clock…and then a hiss of a lightsaber activating.

Almost immediately, Sadr pulled out his training lightsaber, a shorter blade that he had used to propel him forward in lightsaber combat that he refused to let go of when he’d obtained his other two. He spun around and clashed against his master’s saber, the sparks flying between the two.

And thus their duel had begun…

Despite having the disadvantage in saber size and strength, Sadr went on the offensive immediately, throwing Feero off guard and forcing him to go defensive. A rapid follow-up of diagonal slices was capped by a side swipe aimed at Feero’s left hip. To Sadr’s surprise, his master could barely keep up with him, barely catching the stroke before stepping back and gaining distance. Feero brought the dirt up and into Sadr’s eyes with Telekinesis before pushing forward, a jab aimed at the boy’s stomach. Sadr tapped into the Force just as quickly and parried the blow.

And so the struggle went on. Try as he might, Feero couldn’t get past Sadr’s defense. Every stroke he attempted towards the boy was either blocked or parried. Such strikes were limited as they were because immediately following, Sadr would strike back. And Feero had a tougher time being on the defensive against the well versed saber combatant. This wouldn’t be a fight Feero would win, Sadr realized.

And then he played dirty…

On their next connection, Feero made his move. When the sabers separated, Sadr suddenly felt his body fly back. A second later, it made impact with a tree, causing his head to whip back and his grip to be loosened. The training saber was jarred out of his hand and hit the ground with a soft clink. Feero closed the distance before Sadr could recover and held his singular blade poised against his neck.

“You don’t know the sacrifices I made to accept you as my apprentice!” Feero spat at Sadr, which shocked him. Feero was always the calm one…the patient killer that knew how to redirect his anger in ways that it didn’t show on his face. And here he was, eyes wide, brows hardened, snarl on his face as he shouted at Sadr. [i]Shouted. Sadr had never heard him shout.

“I rescued you! And you turn your back on me?!” Feero continued as he grabbed Sadr by the cloak and slammed him into the tree again. “You have made my time useless. And for that, you will die.”

Sadr clenched his teeth and his fist as his mind froze, unsure of what to do. The hum of the red lightsaber grew louder and louder as the blade got closer and closer. In a last ditch effort, when Feero brought the saber back behind him to deliver the final blow, Sadr held out his hands as if to catch the blade and closed his eyes.

And then power surged through him. Contact had been made, but it wasn’t against his flesh. He felt the Force all around him in an instant. And when Sadr opened his eyes, he found that Feero’s own saber had flung out of his hand, the wielder losing his grip as the blow reverberated through his arm. Sadr stared at Feero, shocked to see his master topple to the ground. Did he just Force Barrier?

Not waiting around to see if he could do it again, Sadr ran. Into the forest…away from Qintok Druugan’s slave camp…away from Darth Feero. He didn’t look back.

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“I found an abandoned ship a few hours later and made my way off the planet,” Sadr finished, eyes on Master Siya, “Feero’s been following me since. As have the rest of the Sith…or whoever he hires to come after me. That is why I ran from your Hounds earlier. I have grown accustomed to running.” He got up from his chair, glancing around at the holograms and the bustle of people that were in here.

“This is why I cannot train Vir. I will always be moving. There will be no time for me to stand in one place and teach someone the ways of the Force that I haven’t even figured out yet. I’m sorry, but you will have to find her another teacher. Now, I must find a toilet.”

Sadr made a slight bow to Tuyer Siya before heading into the Men’s Restroom.

There was a song tug of something saying find me in the Force, yet Tuyer did not feel it, nor did Vir. However Vir was mesmerised by Sadr's story, he was constantly on the run because the sith wanted him ?? it got her thinknig, but before she could speak her Master and keeper beat her to it "It is most understandable Master Stardasher, that you wish to keep one step ahead of those seeking you. Perhaps aid can instead be offered ?" While Vir didnt show it she was disheartened slightly

She watched then as Sadr excused himself to a refresher, she turned back to her master who spoke to her in an ancient langauge of the Rakata "Follow him, he can teach you only what he knows, more than I no doubt, do not let him know you are following, I sense he is in danger. You know what to do" Tuyer said. Vir nodded and faded from view. Completely unseeable, not even Tuyer could sense her through the Force

A soft voice was eard, a whisper on the wind as Sadr neared the bathrooms. An ancient blade no doubt was hidden away near there. from someone who had been there ages before ? It did not matter, but the voice, the strange ghostly whisper rattled against Sadr briefly through the Force "I have seen empires rise and fall..... " It was clearly an echoy almost clearly female voice for that matter

A few steps later and the strange voice echoed again, this time, oddly, Vir also heard it "I have always loved the stars...." Vir, though unseen twirled around, was someone next ot her that she couldnt see them ? Unknown to Vir, someone equally hidden had simply walked into the cantina

Someone powerful.

Someone.... Who sought someone else. Vir's worry increased, Sadr! sure they had only sparred, but even then she felt like she was in his debt, he didnt strike to kill, nor did he try to take advantage of her, but he did express worry of training her

Along a the dusty streets a figure walked slowly as he had for several days. Vinculum followed the path laid before him through the force as his former master once taught him. Long days in deep wastelands of his homeworld with fragile islands of greenery. High Matriarch Bvetin slowly helped Oculi put their lands back together as Master Ale trained Vinculum in new nodes of growth throughout their world. He'd learned that the force came in fleeting dances across his vision. Small quick bursts caressing the inside of his legs under thick carapace. The pulsing churn of life running past his feet. So that river was what he followed an inexorable boulder rolling along the force to his destination.

It stopped at a door to this bar a swirling pool in front of the door. So this is where the path ends. Then here he learns for Oculi he supposes. A heavy figure clad only in hard organic plates pushes open the door looking around the bar. Two black eyes looked carefully around the room Matriarch Oculi's own awareness a constellation orbiting behind those dark pools.

As Sadr stepped away and proceeded to walk towards the bathroom, he thought he heard something...a whisper of some kind. He turned back towards the table he had been sitting at...towards Vir. Her eyes seemed distant and longing. Was it her that whispered? His golden eyes turned away as he cursed himself inwardly for thinking such a stupid thing. Of course not! he told himself, She's all the way across the bar! How could you have heard a whisper from such a distance with all this noise going on?

He pushed the bathroom door open and proceeded to head immediately towards the sink. Taking a deep breath as he turned the faucet on (making sure the setting was on cold) and splashed his face repeatedly, he told himself that he couldn't do it. No matter what Master Siya said. No matter what Vir wanted. It put him in danger of being found and, more importantly, being associated with the Jedi Council. And even if Tuyer was true to his word, what good would it do? The Jedi were weak, anyway. They didn't know what they were up against. The Sith was much more powerful than they realized-

All of a sudden, he felt it...a shudder in the Force. An overwhelming aura that swallowed the air around him as it spoke, "I have seen empires rise and fall..."

Sadr wasn't sure how to react at first. He was confused as to what was trying to get in touch with him. Normally, he could blot it out, but this ability magnified twenty times over his own...and likely then some. He could feel it's weight bearing into him...trying to tell him something. However, he wasn't taken completely over by awe. He was still able to think rationally as his mind narrowed in on an objective.

Use the Force. Pinpoint an origin as to where this is coming from. Find whoever is speaking to you...

He closed his eyes and stepped away from the sink, the water continuing to run. He began to try and feel the energy around him...letting the Force guide him. He even sent a message back, just to see if he would get a response. "Who are you? Where are you?

The answer was even more cryptic: "I have always loved the stars..."

Okay, well that wasn't straightforward. But it sounded closer...it felt closer. Each step he took in the bathroom felt like the air was getting thicker and the power was magnified. The voice even sounded closer. There was an origin point, Sadr realized, and it was in this bathroom. Onward he pressed, his senses tingling with wonder and mystery as to exactly what this was and why it reached out to him now. His foot grazed a cracked tile, the jagged surface seemingly gliding smoothly across his feet.

It was like a game of hot or cold that he could feel within his mind. And when he passed the second stall, he began to feel the energy slightly dissipate. Sadr steeled his mind and lasered his focus as he stood in front of the stall door, opening his eyes. Whatever this was, it was in there.

With a smooth exhale, Sadr pushed open the door and gazed within.

The raw energies of the Force washed over Sadr as he opened the stall, through cracks in the steel and hologprahic projections on the wall the force was leading him towards something thast glittered behind the hologram. But the voice didnt answer, not right away. "Everything will fall, Light and Dark, together..... It will be paid, in blood" The door t othe bathroom opened, but with the Force so raw in that room at that moment made for something else entirely.

Vir entered the bathroom unseen, And just in time too. As she did so she saw a hand fade into view, reaching forwards towards Sadr's exposed back. A hand slender, yet with the raw power of the Force Vir couldnt pinpoint how powerful the person before her reaching for Sadr was. At least until the woman appeared completely, staring Vir watched unseen by both as tthe white haired amber eyed woman reached forwards with a hand.

And right when her hand touched Sadr's cloak she was thrown back from the raw enerfgy as he found something, an ancient lightsaber ? Impossible! Slammed back without a sound the woman disappeared from view before Sadr could see or feel her presence, the hilt of a lightsaber glittered within the wall of the stall he stood within

And as he mneared it he saw briefrly, visions of the past. An ancient conflict, a powerful force storm, hordes of unfaced soldiers fighting to destroy a single planets inhabatants. Countless ships in space, The Sith Emperors face.... His son, and then later his daughter.... Finally the death of Valkorion at the hands of his own daughter, a white haired woman of some kind dressed in blood red with long white hair.

Long white hair, like Tuyer's own hair.....

As Sadr picked up the lightsaber the visions faded, the silver and black hilt was mostly generic, but he could see clearly that it was a saberstaff. Did it still have its crystal ? Did the lightsaber call out to him ? Vir stood in the door way, holding it shut with her unseen weight. This was interesting.

Again the woman made her move, This time to try and grab the lightsaber, only once again she was flung back before he could turn and see her, quickly hiding in another stall Sony watched and waited. That lightsaber, the Sitrh could feel the raw power in it, the raw energies that forged it into what it is, into what it was.

Outside in the bar proper Tuyer took a sip of a Alderaanian wine brought to him. He spotted the new comer and felt the Force from him briefly, and somewhat faint, ah, one of the Hive Minds ? They had force sensitivety ? Most interesting

Vinculum's surface smoked faintly as his head darted in place the force giving speed in place to the alert burly body. Vinculum felt the tides of the force smashing around the rocks of surely planted bare feet. Gardeners were one bonded to their blasted limping land the force held him to earth every footstep. Vinculum made his way across the room stopping to sense where the intense activity remained. The sheer smashing energy released confused him. He wasn't yet prepared to hear things that might be worthy of a Matriarch's understanding. Still any guardian of the Matriarchy knew the telltale shadow of a locust in the garden. Something hid from sight a shadow dancing around his head among the spray but his sense of the force couldn't lay a direction on it quite yet.

One rock spied another causing eddies in the tide as Vinculum's head darted left, staring at Tuyer, thumping closer to the man. His movement was ponderous but smooth a muscled neck looked askance at Tuyer. Though Vinculum had a feeling that this energy was from elsewhere he spoke nonetheless Gardeners as hypersocial creatures were not an distant people. Deep pitched rumbling voice came from a quietus transceiver on his shoulder as Gardeners had no voice, "There is something wrong but you are in the garden and steady among the flood. Curious, I wonder. Still, among the garden I hear a locust."