A Matter of Revenge <Open>

[Zoltan]

The force forsaken sun's heat beat down upon the planet pummeling it's poor victims below with ruthless rays of radiation. The men toiled hard at work mining the precious metal that was so coveted by the planets leaders. The sound of the overseers shouts could faintly be heard over the chink of a thousand pickaxes. Guards patrolled the walls above the prisoners below. They wore simple black dress and turban, but the blasters they carried made sure all knew these men meant business. After all how could they not when just two stories below in the barren dusty quarry sat hundreds of the worlds most dangerous prisoners. Murders, thieves and the like. Not all among these men were guilty however, but all had been sentenced as such.

Zoltan wiped his brow for what felt like the hundredth time, but no matter how many times his forearm was always lowered with a puddle of sweat dripping from it's own self. He chose not too bare a shirt this work day in hopes that it would perhaps ease the heat, but it only succeeded in making sure that his pale marble skin burned worse then it would if he had opted for the extra piece of clothing. The red haired half breed raised his pick axe once more and in a fit of infuriated rage swung it violently down upon the rock in front of him. He imagined a plump dark head with beady slanted eyes and a black mop of dreads. Twas his old friend he saw before him and it caused his frenzied swing to repeat only this time more zealously upon the poor rock.

The Thracian named Rylos had framed the Echani - Corellian for the murder of a woman he scarcely even knew. Five months later the authorities found out who was the true murderer, but it was already to late. Zoltan had been indoctrinated into a prison colony... Unable to release Zee and unwilling to pay the fee for his safe return the authorities opted to let the poor man rot.

By the time Zoltan had sobered from his fit he found himself panting, body dripping with sweat. The rock that used to be before him was nothing but smithereens. He reached for his flask and raised it to his lips. He gulped the water greedily, but was careful not to spill a drop. The warm liquid tasted of ambrosia as it pored down his parched gullet and saturated his innards with a sweet tasting liquor. It truly was nasty stuff, liquor mixed with half baked clumps of dough. The guards found the prisoners easy to manage if they were left drunk, but this had it's own setbacks.

Zoltan took a step back and raised his head to the sun. With one hand he reached up and grasped it with his minds eye. One day he would return to the stars. Then, then he would have his vengeance.

 

[Cixi Lu]

As soon as he looked up, the thoughts of revenge burning through his mind - perhaps as hot as the rays of the sun itself - a starship cut across both thought and view alike, its engines roaring in pain, ablaze in almost spectacular fashion.

Even as it disappeared from view - the scraping of metal the only clue to its fate - a smoking figure flew from the heavens. A lone person, plummetting through the air in much the same manner as a brick.

They landed rather heavily, rolling twice until they came to rest at Zoltan's feet.

It was a young woman, a very slender girl draped in white robes whose once pristine facade were now marred with burns and soot. The girl herself had a Nordic complexion, yet an Asian facial structure, and long brown hair that was now singed at the edges. Whether due to the accident or predisposition, she was barefoot, and had no goods about her save a strange ornate cylinder at her hit - ever so slightly curved and formed of a strange white metal.

As suddenly as she had appeared, the girl's eyes suddenly snapped open - revealing themselves to be almost as unsettling as her figure. Startlingly wide, one could easily see the white of her eyes all around her chocolate brown irises.

With a certain resigned clumsiness, she stood, her hair falling back over her head as if blown by an unseen wind, and looked around - her eyes passing over Zoltan twice, as if he were scenery rather than a being - before they finally gave him the basest of recognition.

"This place," she spoke, her voice clear as crystal - with a gentle, airy quality. "I seem to have made something of a detour. Be so kind as to inform me of my whereabouts."

She was careless in the simplest of senses, speaking without a moment's pause to the very first person that she had come across. Moreover, it seemed that little had consequence to her - her fall, her location - it was as she viewed it all as a momentary setback.

"Please," she added after a moment.

 

[Seo Linn]

The wandering knight was no stranger to slaves, pens or the desert. This planet might not be Lorrd, but it was similar enough that she could fit in easily. Having grown up in a desert world, Seo knew how to survive in one. For the first decade of her life, she had also been a slave and strove to rid the galaxy of slavers...among other things. She was also a Jedi Knight and promoted her order.

Dressing in desert garb, the young woman wandered across the sand and blended in. Only a keen eye would spot her and the sudden arrival of something from the sky took the attention of the slavers along the catwalks above the pit the slaves toiled in.

It was a sad thing this world and its people allowed this kind of activity to go on and she was going to put an end to this single operation. She was not a murderer and was able to take out a guard that had come out into the desert to relieve himself. A small distraction through the Force, a mental nudge to give up his life as a slaver and her job was done.

She picked the items he dropped and put them on her. The rifle she carried like it was something she was born wearing. Fitting into the crowd easily, Seo made her way down the ranks of guards and started to mix in with the slaves themselves.

Grasping the Force, she walked past them unseen and unnoticed. She wasn't here for all of them or even more than one, but a specific person. A man that had been framed for murder and then cleared later. This man shouldn't even legally be here and she was now here to bring him back from his life of a prisoner and exile.

Noticing somebody was already speaking to him, she remained in hiding and kept silent. An observer, she would wait until a better time to reveal she was even there.

[member="Cixi Lu"] [member="Zoltan"]

 

[Zoltan]

As Zee's red irises which burned of midnight fire stared longingly at the sun something akin to a shooting star would come burning across the day lit sky. "For kriffs sake, tis a life day miracle.." Zee sarcastically mumbled to himself, but as the white rock cascaded ever downward Zoltan realized the comet seemed headed straight for him. "Feth..." The crimson haired slave whispered as his eyes widened to that of dinner plates. He took a few steps back and the rock crashed into the dirt with tumultuous roar, It rolled once, twice, thrice, before finally settling in the dirt. His eyes widened even more as the heat waves distorted the rock and the dust settled over it's form. It stood with what seemed like the grace of a gazel.

What Zee had believed to be a rock was now a woman. Long, thin even frail looking, but yet somehow Zoltan felt she could hold her own in a fight. With billowing brown hair and wishing well chocolate eyes, Zee could not help but wonder if she was an angel. He snapped out of his stupor and decided he was seeing things, but as he looked around he realized all others in the vicinity had stopped their work to stare at the peculiar being as well. She spoke slowly, with a singsong voice that made Zee feel out of place. He scratched his head curiously until finally he realized she was speaking to him.

"Er... This is a prison colony..." Zee paused ashamed to tell anymore of this wretched place to a being so easily at home with Alderani dinner parties. She reminded him of the nobility on Eshan and he felt he should not even speak to her. "Prison colony Bota," Zee finished.

He stared at the strange woman before him and wondered what she might do next, but as he did he noticed from the corner of his eye a guard seemed to be moving closer. A moments distraction that brokered nothing new to his mind. Merely a strange feeling he had when someone... Off was around. The bizarre moment was interrupted as klaxons roared through out the quarry. Zoltan got low to his belly and out of habit motioned for the strange woman to do the same. As soon as the last prisoner had made it to the ground a simple gate on the far side opened. It was the warden and a gaggle of new prisoners, all seemed unremarkable except for one.. A tall bronze skinned man with forearms and neck the size of logs.

Atop his head sat a dreaded mop of dark hair, and through the parts in his hair Zee spied brown eagle eyes that showed ill intent. Twas none other than Rylos himself. Zoltan's squad commander. At first Zoltan could not believe it. His mouth fell agape with surprise. He rubbed his eyes with sandy fist so as to make sure he was still seeing things correctly. Sure enough the dark figure still stood there. The same old smirk splayed across his face. As if he wasn't about to rot in a prison for the rest of his life. Zoltan attempted to hide his own red dreads with the sand around him. Zee cared little whether it was successful. He felt only that going through the motions kept his anticipation in check.

As the warden and the gaggle of new prisoners proached ever closer Zoltan's hand drew ever nearer to his own pickaxe. Slowly it shifted across the sun baked sand until it found wooden hilt and rested there. Like a crouched tiger he prepared to pounce. His prey was now practically upon him. It appeared Rylos hadn't recognized him. Twas a shame, Zee had wanted the bastard to see him as he drove the pickaxe through his skull... Just a little closer...

[member="Cixi Lu"]
[member="Seo Linn"]

 

[Cixi Lu]

The force was in turmoil here. So much pain, so much anger, so much righteous fury. Zoltan was not the only prisoner who knew with all their heart that they were wrongfully imprisoned.

The very air screamed with it - and Cixi found herself at a loss. In all truth, she had come to this planet to find some parts for her beloved ship; La Bellacosa, but it had finally given out on entry, and dumped her here.

A prison.

Except that prisons were quite supposed to be for those whom had committed atrocities, sins that could not be allowed to roam free.

The emotions around her, she found to agree with, found to understand. But emotion was not the way, for it lead to the worse of decisions. Even as she followed the red-headed man onto the ground and then into the crowd she drew and gave breaths, allowing her emotions to leave her into the Force.

Her own mind clear, she could sense her companion's thoughts as clear as day.

As his hands grew so tight around the pickaxe that his knuckles went white, Cixi could not help but speak:

"Are you a murderer? I sense that you feel wronged, I sense your anger, but I do not sense a killer in you," she whispered, her fingers brushing against his arm.

"Do as you will, serve your justice, but afterward shan't you be the very criminal you so desperately feel you aren't?" She continued, even as the object of his dark desire drew ever closer.

"I am Jedi Padawan Cixi Lu, here to serve, and I say unto you that justice - not vengeance - will be served today."
@Zoltan
[member="Seo Linn"]

 

[Seo Linn]

Her childhood had not been in a prison colony, but an actual slave pit. These people had the slim hope of making it out one day. On her world, before freedom was gained, there was no hope for that. The day her freedom had been gained...she had murdered her master. Now here she was standing on another desert world and faced with a choice.

She could attempt to stop this man from murder or allow it to happen. However, the other woman that was also present spoke up and gave some advice along with her name. Seo made a small movement and the veil covering her face dropped to reveal it. If they even noticed her, they would be able to tell she wasn't one of these guards or slavers.

Not one to speak without reason, she did not offer a name, title or anything of that sort. Looking directly at Zoltan, she made a minute movement with just her fingertips and the shackles around him were unlocked. What he did or didn't do was on him, Seo wasn't going to stop him from harming or killing the man he had in his sights.

[member="Cixi Lu"] [member="Zoltan"]

 

[Zoltan]

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Zoltan heard the double shackles which stopped him from maneuvering quickly unlock by some sort of life day miracle. The woman with the singsong voice.. Cixi identified herself but Zee could scarcely hear her. The reason his career ended, the reason his life ended was mere feet away. Admitably it had never been much of a life to begin with, but still it was something. Life as a half breed on Eshan made him less than a Thracian, but still he had a hovel, a successful job in the military and even a girl he was sweet on. By no act of fate was it all taken from him, but by the Thracian before him and those who had hired him...

Half covered in sand, dripping with sweat, hands blistered and bleeding, Zoltan pounced. He leapt out of the dust with a powerful shove. Sand exploded from where he once was and he snarled "GRAAAGH!" His shout a righteous call of wrath. He ran swift and true. His sprint ended in a tremendous leap one hand wrapped around pickaxe hilt he swung downward with the weight of worlds in his arm.

The tool drove itself through flesh and bone. It struck Rylos right in the collar bone and the tremendous Thracian dropped to his knees. Zee could not stop his gait as he released the weapon. He did a swift turn around and with tunneled vision spied Rylos.

The rest of the prison colony had exploded into chaos. Blaster fire rang out as hundreds of prisoners rushed the guards. The warden was torn to pieces by the new inmates, while dozens of other prisoners clambered up the quarry walls to kill the guards above. Their were simply to many to stop the tide. Even as the chaos erupted around him, Zee saw only one. The man who had ruined his life. He sat on his knees, his head hunched in a downward arc. Blood bubbled from his mouth and the pickaxe hung from between his shoulder blade and neck. Zoltan approached with a purposeful stride. An eye for an eye, one life for another.

But even as Zee grew near he heard Cixi's voice in his head. Justice, not Vengeance, and for but a mere moment Zoltan wondered if what he was about to do was right... A pang of guilt, a passing remorse, a lamentation of his soul..

He hafted the pickaxe from the broken mans body and with all his might he ended Rylos. Covered in blood Zoltan turned and ran back to Cixi

"Quickly, we must leave this place,"

He paused for a moment to wipe the blood from his hands and then offered one to Cixi. But even as he removed the blood from his hand, he felt it turn to a thick oil which stained his very soul. His burning red eyes, offered but the faintest hint of a corruption which already seemed to be spreading. A moon lit yellow tinged flash. Here, but now gone. Zee wondered what the young Jedi before him thought of him. But in his heart of hearts, he already knew. He was a Murderer. A Monster.

[member="Cixi Lu"]
[member="Seo Linn"]

 

[Cixi Lu]

Why did people always seek death as means to vengeance? The anger, she could understand, the pain, and the hatred. But why resort immediately to death?

Ending a life ended any connection that person had, ended any chance of Justice, remorse, or closure.

It was wasteful.

It was easy.

Forgiveness would not come easy, but understanding? Cixi could offer so much with ease.

Even as she took a hold of the man's hand, she spied the woman - the one who had given utter freedom to the man's desires, enabled him to give in to his pain and the past. To her, she gave a questioning glance - one without accusation, only curiosity and a tinge of disappointment.

"Be at peace then, and take us from this place with all haste," Cixi replied, her voice as still and calm as an untouched pond.

She laced her fingers twixt his and focused her mind - letting the energies of the Force flow through her and imbue her companion with the speed and courage he needed to leave this place behind.

"Art found, not lost. Once we have left this place I will show you," she promised, as they ran - one hand holding tightly to him, while the other waited by her hip - prepared for the danger all around her.

[member="Seo Linn"]

[member="Zoltan"]

 

[Jack Anderson]

Jack had been wait for a cue to drop on prison, he and the 701st Wilderness Battalion had a list of people he was getting paid to "extract" a few high value targets from the prison, as well as make sure a few more never find their way back home ever again, by whatever means Jack felt necessary. That last line was his favourite part, the 701st wasn't known for taking prisoners, but when they did, ho boy, did those prisoners wish they were never taken to begin with, on the top of his list was a force sensitive named Zoltan, arrested for murder, this one was definitely coming home with him. There was the familiar shifting and clunks of machinery coming to life and tossing Jack's drop pod into space soon some 50 more, plus decoy pods would follow him as he streaked towards the prison complex.

Rather than wait for the pod to brake it's self jack used the force to shove the doors open and jumped out letting the force guide his descent, this was he first time dropping like this without his usual armour, rather he wore his Sith Battle Amour known for it's abilities to strengthen his connection to the force via a Sith Amulet woven into it. The armour covered Jack's face, forcing him to see though the force rather than his eyes, giving him a more clear vision of what was going on around him instead of the limited scope of his eyes, he could see a pair making a break from the complex, both lit up in the force, once bright, the other, twisted and tainted with the darkside, without a doubt this one was Jack's target. He brought himself into a nosedive and used the force to edge himself into the correct path, slamming into the ground just in front of [member="Cixi Lu"] and [member="Zoltan"] rolling and coming up igniting his crimson tonfa style lightsabers and pointed one at dark force aura, Zoltan, and spoke up.

"Oi karko, yer coming with me an' mine, or you ain't leaving this planet in anythin' but a karking body bag." Despite presenting himself as a Sith his pattern of speech gave away his career as a mercenary. Through out the rest of the complex drop pods came down hard as 500 elite mercenaries touched down and start making their way towards their objectives, killing anyone in their way.

[member="Seo Linn"]

 

[Seo Linn]

She had been in this man's shoes before and knew what he felt. Half of her life had been in chains, then her freedom had been gained when she killed her owner. He was also the father of her first son. Not regretting that choice in her life, Seo sometimes still questioned things. Her choice to allow Zoltan to murder the man that now lay dead at their feet would be another one of those things.

Cixi moved fast and took hold of Zoltan and lept up into the air. Seo might be a Knight, but she wasn't a person that would jump around and fly like that. Redonning the desert garb, she covered her face again and would follow the path they flew through the sky.

This world was like her home and Seo was able to cover the ground quickly. However, the landing of a ship prevented her from reaching the couple before the troops did. Taking the rifle off her back, she fell to the ground to placed the sight to her eye to get a view of the scene. Sadly, with her attention focused on the three, she had not noticed the scouting agents from the ship.

One of them came upon her and the gun was kicked out of her hand, another boot connected with her ribs. Before she could even grunt, a fist grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. She gathered the saliva to spit in his face which was greeted with a backhand. All told the scuffle only lasted a few moments and she subdued quickly. Whoever this person knew what he was doing and her limited hand to hand combat was exploited. Essentially being dragged to his leader, Seo had quite a headache by the time they arrived.

Not one to give in to anger, it was clear the woman the rather mad at the whole situation.

[member="Jack Anderson"] [member="Cixi Lu"] [member="Zoltan"]

 

[Zoltan]

As Zoltans hand connected with Cixi's he felt a warm blanket of calm wash over him that surprised him. During the battles he fought he had never experinced such... Peace. Perhaps it truly was because he had been touched by an angel, perhaps it was the fact he had achieved his vengeance. Zoltan did not question it, there simply was no time too. The scene in the prison was one of utter chaos. Prisoners and guard fought for their very survival as the riot devolved into a bloody melee. Despite the strange calm Zoltan feared for the woman at his side. It was strange that she would provoke such emotions.

Zoltan thought such things had died when his people had left him for dead, but even now he could not help but feel the need to protect. Still Zoltan felt she would be more than capable of handling herself. As the gate the warden had entered from grew ever nearer Zoltan spied hundreds of flashes of light falling from the atmosphere. He had spent enough time in the Echani military to recognize drop pods when he saw them. What could this possibly mean? Who could possibly want to raid a prison colony?

It mattered little. They were almost home free, just a few more feet... A large explosion of earth and dust erupted in front of them and Zoltan couldn't help but shy away from it. The dust lingered for what seemed like hours even though it was only seconds. He felt something disturbed within the fog. Like the feeling he had when he killed Rylos. As the dust cleared a single figure stood and in his hand was a red tonfa saber. Zoltan knew he stood no chance, but perhaps he could buy the woman who had sought to give him courage, sympathy, and in the end hope, enough time to get away. He looked to Cixi and gave her an encouraging smile.

"Thank you Jedi Cixi, but I will not let you throw away your life for a wretch such as myself. Please leave, it was an honor to meet one such as yourself,"

He released her hand and entered one of the familiar martial stances taught to all Echani. A defensive posture, right arm extended level with shoulder and left arm extended, but slightly lowered. With his right leg bent, foot resting on ground and his left leg straight to earth he beckoned to his opponent. Now he only hoped he capable of buying Padawan Cixi enough time to escape...

[member="Seo Linn"]
[member="Cixi Lu"]
[member="Jack Anderson"]

 

[Cixi Lu]

A red saber and a hundred blasters.

Cixi was a medic, a learner in the art of healing and affecting the bodies and minds of others. Her strength was that she gave others greater strength, greater courage, greater speed.

If she stood forward, she would die. With utter certainty, she would be cut down immediately in the roaring flames that would follow in her wake.

But there could be no abandoning the man to a gruesome fate. Not alone. Not after he had shown such kindness, shown the light that Cixi had felt within him even as he fought for revenge. This was the man he needed to be, not a caged animal bearing its fangs at those who had trapped it, but a compassionate, empathetic man.

Cixi would not run, or try to escape. Truthfully, she was incapable of either.

Truthfully, she was incapable of fighting.

Nevertheless, she stepped out before Zoltan, standing twixt him and the commander, whose red blade marked him more readily than his armour ever could.

The contrast was night and day. A young woman clothed in white, slight and thin, and a warrior - shrouded in black armour.

Cixi's fingers cradled the curved hilt of her lightsaber as she pulled it from her hip.

With a sound like fire hissing in rain, its glowing silver blade ignited, cutting a gentle crescent through the air as she brought it between her eyes in the old Makashi salute.

The blade then drew another line through the air as she brought it down to the side - pointing the blade diagonally down in a flourish. With this motion, she sent a gentle pulse through the force - kicking the wind up gently around her and brushing the sand away in a pulse.

Naught but deception was this; an illusion of power. The battle had already begun and she needed her adversary to be wary of her, to believe her to have power equal to his own.

"The man stood behind me is honest and kind. This place is a cruel silhouette of anything resembling justice. I say unto you, thus; let these people go," she said, allowing her voice to ring clear over the carnage around her.

Emotion yet peace.

Death yet the Force.

She was taking the correct course of action. A Jedi should always stand for justice, and for those they believed in.

And right now, she believed in him.

So she would protect him with every fiber of her being, and every ounce of her ability until she could prove that she had seen a great light in him, a light that could not afford to be lost to the darkness.

[member="Zoltan"]

[member="Seo Linn"]

[member="Jack Anderson"]

 

[Jack Anderson]

Jack watched with a smirk on his face when for just a moment some light flared back into Zoltan's force aura before it faded back down into the muddied darkness it was before, though there was a kind of clarity, Jack knew it too well, it was the feeling of a man who knew he was about to die, and had made peace with that fact, Jack couldn't wait to shatter that illusion. Jack then shifted his attention over the the other, a woman of some Jedi order, and she quickly match his own lightsaber and put on a bit of a show, though she couldn't really beat free falling from high atmosphere. Then came the line that almost made Jack drop his saber and double over laughing she wanted him to let everyone go, not realising that that was more or less the plan.

"Lady, I dun know what ya've been smoking. But look around you, I got paid to rescue some 'a these bantha brains, and put down a few others. I am bein' merciful, I'm takin' a couple prisoners 'a my own instead a kill'en all that karkers that I got paid ta, erry one else? They can kriff off to whatever hole they want to."

Jack lunged forward, there was no point in giving either of them the chance to strike first, either they'd surrender, or they'ed die, it did't get much simpler than that, his main lunge was towards the Jedi, but in his other hand a second tonfa jumped to life and cleaved toward Zoltan's out reached arm, either he would get out of the way, or he wouldn't have an arm any more.

[member="Cixi Lu"] [member="Zoltan"] [member="Seo Linn"]

 

[Zoltan]

Zoltan took his stance and prepared for the worse. In and out he breathed a slow methodical pace. He was fully prepared to condemn himself to a fate that surly meant death. For true he was a creature of passion, but in the back of his mind he heard her voice. Perhaps he had been found... Perhaps he was not lost. A hope that he felt was a pale shadow of the truth. For something darker lurked within his mind, another voice that shouted in the visage of sweet emotion. Zoltan could still the sickly sweet ichor tainting his soul, the greedy foul parasite that was the darkside. Worming it's way through his body, mind, and spirit. It eclipsed the light in a spectacular fashion that seemed to leave no room for anything but cruelty.

So, Zoltan knew he would die here or forever be condemned to paint the world black. He sighed though as the Padawan took up a fighting stance that truly meant she would not leave him. He did not understand. Had he not fallen? The voice was now his own and he felt the spark that might soon ignite a fire of light. Found, but never lost. The Ichor broiled and protested, blistering under the heat of a single ember. Even so, it stayed. As the Sith spoke of eliminating the Padawan he moved. In a flash before his words were even finished he was on them. His feet kicked up dirt in great billowing clouds and with one arm in front of him the other extended behind he attacked. With his lit Tonfa saber he swiped at Cixi before Zee even had time to think. The Sith continued his charge past the Jedi and towards his own self.

So quick, such power...

The words echoed in his mind even as his arm slid cleanly off. "Wh- What?" Zoltan turned his head to track the Sith as he slid past them and made an about face turn. Then came the pain. Like he had dipped his right arm into molten magma. He looked down to find it laying on the ground. His vision faded and he thought he might throw up. He looked to the nub where his arm once had been in disbelief and fell to his knees. Zoltan was unable to continue this fight even should he want too. He knew it.

Still that ember began to erupt into a flame, and like a flash fire it spread quickly. He felt the weight of his sacrifice and the celestial beings that were the very essence of the force weighed it accordingly and found his inferno wanting. So, they poured gas on the killing field and the flame grew to outshine even the darkest of nights. Zoltan raised his arm as he felt the power that was growing within him and smiled. He raised his left hand and shouted back to Cixi

"Run! For surely the light has plans for you!"

The power felt good, truly born of the light. A single act of kindness. It manifested itself in a ray that cascaded towards the Sith and left Zoltan utterly drained. His head swam, his eyes felt heavy, and his body like lead. Falling forward he felt his consciousness diminish and he could not help but wonder

What was that light?

[member="Jack Anderson"]
[member="Cixi Lu"]
[member="Seo Linn"]

 

[Cixi Lu]

Cixi watched in utter dismay as Zoltan made his final choice, the blade tearing through him, giving fuel to the darkness that was slowly building up inside him.

She had planned to use every bit of her wit and guile to find an escape for Zoltan, the art of Dun Moch one of her few true strengths.

There was naught to be done now.

A knight should not flee.

But this situation was truly unwinnable.

Thus, she gave Zoltan one final glance - one of utter disappointment.

He could have been beautiful, a luminescent being. He had instead chosen to be this gross matter.

She jumped back from Jack's blazing saber, and with graceful movements applied the Force to the air and sand around her, kicking it into a whirlwind around her, covering her escape.

When the sand fell and the air cleared, she was gone.

As if she had passed like a ghost.

[member="Zoltan"]

[member="Jack Anderson"]