Force fortifications: Jedi/LS Group Training

[RC 212]

Whsipers in the deep.....

Whispers.............................

From the stones of the Dantooine enclave Vassara emerged, floating and corporeal. There was something about the place, some unseen attraction fore her. Having kept an eye on the goings on of the galaxy and watching the One Sith's civil war, she had decided now was the perfect time to come back into the physical, and teach for the light.

The Sith were distracted, which meant they wouldn't be able to sense her. Particularly a lord whom wanted to Force Walk her ghostly soul to his own. She was dead yes, but a part of the force, very much aware and alive in the great beyond.

"This place looks much better."

[member="Audren Sykes"] had helped her clear the dark aura left over by the Primevil. And now? Now it was hers, her teaching ground where she frequently appeared.

Her blue ghostly form stalked the hallways until she reached the main chamber. Her head tossed back, black hair flying wildly in a tangle behind her. Her mouth opened wide, and the force discharged violently, in a wild scream,echoing across the stars into every crevice and nook. Anyone who felt it would know, there was something going on here.....

 

[Lorraei]

What makes a good man? Was it the man that walked the straight and narrow, never straying from the light? The man that never consumed liquor, never smoked a deathstick? What makes him such a good man? Was he still a good man when he was given a picture of a girl and told she was in danger yet he did nothing? Was he still a good man when he dropped that picture on the ground and walked away?

Lorraei wasn't a good man. He smuggled guns for freedom fighters. He enjoyed the company of crime lord lovers and the money they willing spent on him. There were more drugs on his ship this very moment than some street dealers on Nar Shaddaa keep in warehouses. Yet he had been the one to offer the good man that girl's picture. He had been the one to pick that picture up off the ground and put it back in his pocket. He had been the one to smuggle that girl off Coruscant when she had needed help. Maybe he wasn't a good man but at least he had been the one to try.

Even now as his ship floated listless in space above Dantoonie he was trying. One of his crime lord lovers happened to be one of the most notorious slicers in the galaxy and with the aid of a program his lover had designed Ray searched port security systems around the galaxy looking for that girl. He had to know she had escaped the Sith. He had to know she hadn't been drawn back into the dark. The problem was actually finding her. She had been missing for months. Simply gone.

So be it if he was a criminal. His new program broke through Dantoonie Central Security's fire wall like it was made of cheesecloth. His nimble fingers dancing across his datapad as he loaded his virus, a simple facial recognition program that would scan their data banks for the girl he was searching for. He had to be fast, delay too long and his breach would be found.

His fingers froze.

The Force wailed through his mind. A whispering call ceased him, locking his body mid-motion. He stood, unaware of what he was doing, and walked to the cockpit of his AT-360. The engines rumbled to life and his ship dropped down toward the planet. It wasn't until he broke the planet's atmosphere that he realized what he was doing.

Some Time Later

Lorraei, The Desert Fox, stepped through the entryway to an Enclave he had never heard of. Bizarre red and purple desert robes shrouded his body. His face and hair hidden beneath his head wrap, leaving only coal black eyes and a ribbon of tan skin visible. A dozen throwing knives were hidden about his person and a curved saber hilt was held in one hand. Slowly he delved deeper inside, eyes scanning everywhere as he walked.

"Hello?" His voice carried through the dim structure. "Is anyone here?"

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Lorraei"]

Someone new was here. Vassara sensed...... corruption. But there always hope for the downtrodden, a shot at redemption. With a whoosh her ghostly form appeared, arms crossed and dressed in a spacers coat and trousers. Her face was wild and her eyes pierced the man, he had a very interesting cloak on.

One finger shout out, incriminating, piercing, illuminating.

"I Vassara Raxis am here, and who are you?"

 

[Lorraei]

Lorraei came to a holt the moment he felt the Force stir through the chamber. His knuckles turning white as his grip tightened on his saber hilt. The apparition formed a moment later and the Desert Fox stepped back once out of reflex. He knew what she was, or suspected at the very least. A Force Shade he had heard them called, once great Jedi who had merged with the Force itself.

For a moment he felt pity for the Shade, a fleeting moment before she pointed at him. He felt her gaze like a weight on his very soul. There was no hiding his sins from her, every black dead he had done was clear as day before her accusing eyes. What good he had tried to do in his life meant very little under her scrutiny. His eyes fell to the floor as he removed the shroud from his face. "I am Lorraei. The Desert Fox to those who only see the veil."

The lackluster Jedi bowed at the waist, a rather stately display of respect. When he straightened his eyes remained on the floor. He had no place here in his own mind. He had abandoned the Jedi Order to see the galaxy in his own fashion, one with out real rules or strict codes of conduct. "Why do you not rest Vassara? You have passed on. Why linger?"

[member="Vassara Raxis"]