Bloody Swamps

[Darth Veles]

And so their journey came to an end, safe haven awaiting the Padawan while the Sith had yet to trudge through the swamps back to his ship. He felt no regret though. Ensuring the Padawan’s safety and getting to know her a bit was very worth it. He almost felt a bit sad; the ‘dialogue’ between the two seemed to be moving nicely, so well that another sentient would never discover the fact both of them were technically enemies. Just a few more steps and their paths would part for Force knows how long. Would they ever meet again? The Force gave no answer to that, staying silent, unlike the Jedi herself with her telepathic abilities. The young Cathar’s words were more than an empty phrase, earning her the Sith Lord’s respect. The determination to take one’s own life over a far worse fate was something Avreet did not see very often lately. Definitely not among the Dark Jedi, or even Sith. Veles’ admiration of [member="Sha'do"] only gained in strength as she shared her story – also reminding the Sith Lord how much he disliked slavery. While most Dark Jedi of the One Sith still preferred to use vast numbers of expendable slaves, the Republic wasn’t entirely spotless either, turning its blind eye to slavery if it proved to be the more profitable course of action.

Wishing to have something to give to the Padawan to increase her chances of becoming a Jedi, yet having nothing of value aside from the necklace that belonged to his mistress, the Sith turned his head to gaze at her, eyes still holding some questions that wished to be answered, but had to patiently wait for another. If nothing else, he supposed he could give Sha’do a way of contacting him. He did not know if she’d ever found a Sith Lord among her contacts to be beneficial, but having a promising Padawan as an ally greatly helped the Mon Calamari in staying in contact with the Jedi Order through less official means.

“And I greatly appreciate you listened to what I had to say, Padawan, instead of dismissing my words as ramblings of an enemy,” the amphibious Sith Lord returned the kindness, “Before we part our ways though, do take this communicator; it will allow us to stay in contact.”

His hand offered her a small circular device, easy enough to conceal within clothes.

 

[Sha'so]

"I hope the day never comes when we have to face each other in battle because I do not think I could ever see you as an enemy," Sha'do replied softly, taking the communicator without hesitation and slipping it inside the layers of her robes. "I never understood why Jedi and Sith had to be enemies, we simply have different ways of using the Force and there's nothing wrong with that. To each his own, so why must that mean we are to be enemies?" Surely there was no resentment between the Night with her stars and elegant splendor and Daytime's brilliant sunlight, why then must the Light and Dark be engaged in such discord? She sighed. She didn't expect a reply, for surely there could be no easy answer to her question. And anyway, she could hear her Master approaching, so she offered one last smile to the Mon Cal.

"As terrifying and confusing as this afternoon has been, it was still an honor to meet you and I look forward to hearing from you again to resume our conversation. Wherever your travels take you, I hope you get there safely," she offered, then turned and walked through some tall grass. On the other side, her eyes finally fell on her Golden Master. She approached her beloved Master and with the gentle touch of his hand on her shoulder she again felt calm and at peace, and together they returned to their campsite where she and her Master could talk and meditate, after a much needed shower, of course!

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