Faith is the heroism of the intellect.
Location: Rhen Var
"ELOAH" (Secondary - Long Handle)
"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Jedi Interceptor in the landing bay, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Allies:
“Each betrayal begins with trust.” - Martin Luther
“The Dark Sanctuary” is a mercenary group of Underworld criminals, terrorists, assassins, and the like. The collection is made up of failed Force Users as well, those fallen Jedi expelled by whatever Order they once called “home” and Sith deemed “too weak” but managed to escape. They are small in general but have been making a name for themselves in the realm of stolen antiquities. They use their connections through the various criminal organizations as well as through the Force itself to find those priceless artifacts that they indeed add one to.
The planet Rhen Var is a veritable “hop, skip and a jump” from Ossus was one of those planets. The group had a line on an old Jedi ship that was crashed there. It was mostly intact with several compartments that were said to be loaded with “goodies”. Even if those were lifted, the computers were rumored to be full to the brim with data that could lead them to more, as well as information that could be sold to the highest bidder (to whom they would betray and steal the info back so that they could sell it to someone else anyway). There were more trinkets, more scores on the planet but this was said to be the prize by many of the former Jedi.
The problem is that this ship was once the prized possession of someone else on the planet. That individual did not crash this ship out of pilot error; this freighter was shot down by eight different space superiority fighters in a sea of others yet they were the last eight in a group of no less than twenty-four. Sounds crazy right? Well, it was a crazy time. Now it sits as little more than a “safehouse” in a manner of speaking never to fly again but not needing to. Once “The Carcharodon” the renamed “Rock Bottom” was a haven that the owner used when he needed time to regain perspective or heal.
He has done this a lot since coming out of the ice, trying to calmly find his place in a galaxy that had no need for him or idea of who or what he was. He was not living on “borrowed time” but “expired time”. There was no sense in trying to fight it anymore, times had changed and so had he. Since he came back here from Jedha, he was different physically, but he was now different mentally as well. No more would this man believe that there were those in this galaxy who could or would understand him, even his former, and current Padawan, even his sister. He tried, he failed, it happens.
You learn from your failures if you’re smart enough.
Anyway, back to the Dark Sanctuary, he would have walked in on them mid raid, but what he was doing now was more fun. He was waiting on them to come out to their ship. The crew was not subdued, they were incapacitated, the three who tried to kill him met their own fate. This was not something that the man wanted to do deep down, he still had his core beliefs after all, but they leveled their weapons first so he used his. As three of them came out carrying cases of hidden gems to which can be discussed at another time he watched and waited for the two that believed that they had the drop on him to make their move.
The big man was once connected to the Force in the way that several of these thugs were, but that is no longer the case. Where the Force flowed through him his senses and abilities, his every being was all heightened. He could now sense and visually pinpoint where everyone was located without even trying to. He was stronger, he was faster, he was more intelligent, and had all the benefits of the Force with little of the side effects, or corruption, at least to his body. These individuals were professionals at what they did but they were facing a Master at what he does.
The conversation was short. He gave them a chance… well a backhanded chance at putting the stuff back and leaving without violence. They reacted in the way he expected… the way he had openly hoped. They each worked together, the ranged attackers supporting those with lightsabers. Formidable and deadly their plan was to simply hit him from all angles. The problem with plans go is that they can fall through. Once considered a paranoid fool among the Jedi, the big man dedicated his life and Jedi career to combat, getting in the heads of his opponents and preparing for all contingencies and possibilities. This was a lonely life and cost him many connections that he could have had but it made him stronger and incidentally gave him an edge in times like this.
If the Force users wanted to chase him? They could. They would chase him as he took down each of the ranged attackers and those who lie in wait. Their speed was a blur, his speed was vapor. Any Jedi who might have been called from the Praxeum on Ossus, or from Silver Space, or Galactic, or Confederate or even Imperial id did not matter, they would see bodies flying at this point. Those landing would see a theater of violence but sense nothing. This regrettable scene looks to be the result of a clear and present danger.
If anyone would make their way into the crashed ship, they would see that the big man was indeed someone that they know. That big man had a Twi’lek “Weak Sith” by the throat and his lightsaber across the throat of a Zabrak “Fallen Jedi” pinned against the wall. This was not the quiet, sometimes wise, Caltin Vanagor that they knew. The man that stood before them was unrecognizable. Moreso the problem would be the inability to tell what he was thinking or doing. His demeanor was always grouchy and standoffish, his this was exponentially irascible.
They could not sense him, yet he could sense them. He knew that they were there, he knew when they had landed. It did not matter to him as nothing mattered anymore. He tried to fit in and he was looked at like a museum piece. He tried to be an “elder” “wise” Jedi and he was looked at like a senile old man. There was no place in this puzzle for him to fit, so it was time to make his own, but again that did not matter right now. If it did then none of those who were approaching would be doing so, at least not in the manner that they were, nothing mattered anymore. Nothing but what was right and what was wrong. His outlook and approach may have changed, but his core beliefs did not.
Get out, before you see something that you will regret.
Who was he speaking to?
