Force save the Queen....Princess?

[Jericho]

Kiffu​

A space chase was in underway from a ship near the Rimma trade route into the planet of Kiffu as it roamed closer to it's smaller sister planet Kiffuex. Jericho flew away trying to escape from several sith pursuers. It started as a simple recon mission, his main objective was to try to gather information on a Zabrak male by the name of Daxton Bane to give to the CIS and the Republic. Instead Jericho stumbled across a slave ring where he successfully fought through only to have the situation he was in escalate even more. After having to do that he made travels to the Rimma trade route; but a small convoy of sith troops spotted him and he was mistaken to be a republic jedi spy. And so they gave chase. His ship had already been running on low his only option now was to land on the planet of Kiffu; in a crashing fashion. While now in the planet air space but before he could finish preparing to land he was shot down by a surge of lightning as did a couple of his pursuers.



The ship crashed landed roughly but despite already having some wounds from battling slavers, he was able to eject himself from his ship and land brisk-fully on the hard ground, simultaneously taking out his two single handed sabers instead of his double bladed saber. The colors of blue and purple shined brightly as their light protruded from the hilts. He stood tall at six feet and five inches, his breathing mask covering his face and his battle torn brown Jedi robes moving with the breeze of the planet. He went into a Ataru stance, bouncing from feet to feet, ready to fight. Normally he would give them a formal offer of peaceful surrender but the numbers were against him and the sith were not the type to ease up on a wounded Jedi, whether or not they were part of the order.



Despite the pain that he was currently enduring he stood firm, his breathing mask helped regulate his breathing and kept him panting and showing other signs of growing exhaustion. As sith began to rise from their crash, he wasted no time to make a move against them and so the battle commence, three assassin droids,five soldiers, a sith knight and an apprentice. The battle raged on for what seemed like days but was a merely few hours, after taking down three soldiers and the apprentice there was a pause in the fighting. Both the remaining sith warriors stood pants from the fight while Jericho stood firm in place in that silence. "H-He.....He's a monster! how can he stand there with out even a sweat from fighting all of us?!" A trooper shouted in fear to the Sith Knight. They all were demoralized and it seemed that they were about signal for a retreats, but the exhaustion from all the fighting he has been in for the last few days finally took hold, the near giant Lorrdian collapsed.



"Damn..." A though echoed in his mind as a gash on Jericho just opened and his blood spilled all over the warm but unforgiving ground where Jericho laid over. The man was motionless as he didn't want to give his next move away. It was as thought the man was dead laying in place, until his right index finger twitched suddenly. He had to gather energy both physically as well as the force. He had to remain calm he keep himself in peace and continue to regain his strength to end his fight once and for all. Unlike other Jedi he was more than willing to end conflict with violence if needed and he wouldn't pretend that other Jedi don't normally do so as well.



He lifted his head and staggered up to his knees, slowly. "You have been interfering with our plans, way too much as of late, Rogue." The sith knight said approached him from behind, kicked him back down and stepped on the back of his head and kicked away his sabers. "Pathetic! To think that you gave us so much trouble, you scum of the republic." She pushed her heel in the back of his head. From all the pain Jericho mind was filled with emotion and he let out a quiet grunt out in agony, "You are so weak, at least your death will bring me some amusement as payback for taking my apprentice from me." She said with an eerie tone of happiness as she lifted his head off the ground. “Take one last look at me, as my face will be the last thing you see. I will be taking your eyes out first.” Jericho's eyes brimmed motivation and regained strength as she finished her sentence. "Grovel and beg me so I don--"



Before she could finish gloating, Jericho in increased his speed with the force and double palm striked her knee from opposite way thus instantly breaking her knee. She let out a loud scream of pain but was stopped again as Jericho rose he did an uppercut to her chin causing her to not only stop her scream but bite her own tongue hard enough to where it bled, rather profusely. He recalled his sabers using the force and then used force push to send her flying, before the droids could act he raised them into the air and threw them into the remaining soldiers and slammed them to the point of unconsciousness. Keeping his hold, he clenched his fist crushing the bots like he into balls of metal and circuits then placing them on to the sith knight to crush her hands and pinned her from moving. After doing so, he fell to a knee, using one hand he began to heal his wounds. The break was short lived, as Kiffu men, most likely guardians surrounded his person.



While still healing himself, he held blue light saber hilt in hand and at the ready. Though he didn't want to fight and nor was he really in any condition to, if he was forced to he would. The man weakly stood up and went into a Nimen stance, his best form, but still kept a hand on a wound continuing to heal it. "I do not wish to fight. Or cause more bloodshed than I have..." He said soundly though his voice was low, rough and stern. "But if you force my hand I will defend myself." He ended with that turning on the blade it blue light shining over his mask. This had been a rough week for the rouge Jedi Knight, was it going to get any better, well it couldn't et worse could it?



@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

As soon as the unidentified objects had broken through the electric atmosphere, the alerts had been sounded. With sister planets as heavily guarded as Kiffu and Kiffex, there was never any entry allowed without permission.
The breech in security was less than desirable and acted on immediately. The Guardians rallied together to assemble a transport to the place where the action seemed to be happening. The desert was unforgiving, and if the heat didn't get to the intruders, the sand creatures certainly would.

They crossed Kiffu's surface as quickly as they could, but the civilization was distanced from the desert for a reason. For the entire travel time, Kiskla could feel the forces of the light and dark conflicting within her from the sudden appearance and exhalation of energies. There was a battle going on, and victories were fluctuating.

Soon, however, the muscular builds of the darkly tanned warriors filtered from the transport, their electrical staffs humming. Their boots would be the first thing the remaining intruder would see, and they slowly parted for a skinnier being to step forward. Her build was more slight than the rest of them, and her tan not as dark. The female's hair was also golden when it should have been onyx. Obviously she'd taken on the traits of her mother, rather than her father.

The intruder was standing now, looming with his massive height. He was wounded, obviously, and Kiskla could feel The Force working within him, repairing and strengthening. She had also felt the Force being employed on their way to the outskirts of the desert. Behind the Force user, was the desert. Heat reflected from the bloodstained grains of sand, and corpses littered around the metallic structures of the ships.

A battle won by a single being, against Sith? Impressive.

"We're not going to force you to do anything other than identify and explain yourself." The woman spoke, breaking the silence after @[member="Jericho"]'s introduction. A few of the electrical staffs remained upright however, humming a warning to the rogue should he attempt to deflect. She oozed the confidence of a commanding position, and wasn't negatively affected by his cerulean blade. In fact, she had two of her own holstered against the small of her back.

"Which ship is yours."

 

[Jericho]

Those large boots were the first thing he noticed as the dust of the sand that covered the warriors began to clear with the breeze. The guardians were not as tall but just as massive if not more so than he was, they were armed with electrical staffs, something he could not guard against with out his saber. As of yet anyway. As he spoke the guardians showed that they were just as silent as he was on a normal day. Their skin as dark as an average Lorrdian male showing their rugged and heated nature from a desert like people, strange they were almost like him but all too different at the very same time. As powerful of presence the guardians had, it was belittled by soft and quiet steps.


Jericho watched her movements intently as they revealed her nature, her style, and even parts of her personality. As a Lorrdian, he knew the concepts of kinetic communcation, in basic and gistful terms, his first language was body language. He could tell a lot about a person from solely their movements, their walk, their hand gestures, from the way they fight. Her skin, gorgeous as a light sun taking the color of a milky tan and seemed as soft as silk from sight in comparison of the guardians more rugged features. Her soft steps were gentle as they touch the soft sand barley even leaving a mark in the sand despite the weight that may have been pressed with every step.



She was graceful, elegant, soft, but her steps were quicker than most when walking to greet a stranger. Her walk was more of a strut, she was filled with the knowledge of knowing she was in control. She was confident, brave, and had a sense of royalty to her. With the large guardians standing by her, that may have been the case, she was most likely indeed a member of some royal family or that of a family living in the high class with enough money to hire such beings. No, she had to be royalty, they way the men stared him down and the way they stood. They were disciplined more so than that of a common mercenary. Their grip tight on their weapons ready to strike him down if there was a sudden movement against the woman who stood before him.


His wounds began to take the better of and his focus was more on his own wounds than that of the anaylzation of the people before him. If they wanted to kill him they already would have tried so and there was a calming aura about the woman. A familiar feeling that of the his former master, with that combination of the wounds and the feeling of calmness overwhelm the hate of the sith possessed caused him to relax a bit and fall to a knee once more. His exhaustion, try as he might to resist, was finally taking its toll and it's hold over him. As the woman spoke, Jericho closed an eye and pointed to his broken down shuttle, covered in blaster fire and sand. "I-I.....Am....Jer....I-I...Am....Jedi...." He said unable to complete his sentence and falling over onto the sand, still conscious, barely.



@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Kiffu Desert
08:15​

Talk about using keywords to optimize your results. The massive man before her dropped to his knees, and managed to spill out the information she had requested, using a single word her suspicions were confirmed. Jedi.
And a well-trained one at that. Still, the mystery as to why this planet, and why the Sith were hunting him remain unanswered. Which instilled the question; would there be more, and would she have to prepare?

When in doubt, do.

Kiskla lowered her frame, dropping to a knee in front of the slowly breathing warrior and reached out for his lightsaber. It was still humming excitedly, and she disengaged it, making sure that her aura remained purely light so as not to agitate the intruder. "You're going to come with us, but this will remain near you. Just not on you." Even though he was a Jedi, Kiskla didn't know his affiliations and therefore was wary to exert her own prowess to heal him. Should it get to a detrimental point, of course she would step in but for now "Prepare the medic on the transport for a visitor."

The instruction was communicated effectively, for teams peeled apart from the search party. The ones more adept in mechanics departed on speeder bikes to cross the distance and over the spoilage to the ship the Jedi had indicated as his. Others crossed from the transport with a cot, and the Guardians, filled with stoic indifference, worked as one to load his semi-conscious body onto the stretcher and toward the shuttle. Never once calling into question their General's orders.

The transport itself wasn't massive, which was good. It meant that Kiskla could keep a wary eye on the Jedi, or at least constantly keep tabs on his presence in the metaphysical realm. The Jedi was ushered into a make-shift medical facility where immediately a dark-haired woman, also quite muscular, assessed the physical damage. For the mean time, the amenities for the internal devastation were unavailable until they reached civilization.

Kiffu
Capital City
12:04​

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Not only had the intruder been shuttled into the city, but mechanics were busily working to repair the damages to his ship. Mostly so he could get off-planet as soon as possible, and take whatever Sith spawn threat that was tailing him, with him. Until such time, however, Kiskla was on all alerts. There wasn't a second in the four-hours of the Jedi's recovery period that the blue-ish glow from her datapad and radar screens left her visage.

Growing impatient, Kiskla gave a final tap to her screen and stood up hurridly. The movement was so quick, that the skirt of her uniform twisted from her distancing herself, before swaying back into place. Her boots stalked the cobblestoned hallways in the direction of the medical facilities. A lab area that was grossly underrated, but what people often forgot, that with a nation of warriors, also came a nation of wounds and strange injuries that would need immediate action. Therefore, their medical facilities were actually quite proficient, contrary to popular belief.

The medical staff met her at the front of the building with charts filled with random lines and upward and downward peaks. Useless information to her. But, she held onto it as they lead her in the direction of their newly acquired patient. Once inside his reserved room, his privacy was disregarded and Kiskla set down the pad of information, and immediately broke the silence of the barren room.

"What are you doing on Kiffu."

Spoiler

Hopefully you don't mind the time-jump!

 

[Jericho]

As a Jedi he could feel her force resonate light and in doing so, he allowed her to get close as she did to him, mostly in hopes that she was a healer and would heal him. A fickle thought for lack of a better word as he never ask for help or hope for it but as of now he was in need of it.


As a Lorrdian he read he movements intently knowing that she meant know harm he allowed her to disengage with saber with a single touch. Though the woman meant no harm to his person; he could sense the paranoia that came with her touch, it was understandable, he was a stranger on her lands and with his ship currently in tatters so was his identification.


As the person Jericho has always been, the moment he heard her word of taking one of his three sabers. Not something he wanted to lose, each had their own meaning to him. His double bladed saber was his first ever made and only made with his master, it meant a great deal to him since she was now deceased, it keeps him on the right track where his master was trying guide the way. His blue saber was made on and made with a crystal from his homeland as a reminder of what he protected from darkness, family and innocents from the darkside. His purple saber thought seemingly plain and standard, it was made with a crystal bonded only to him through the force and the saber that reflected his personality the most.


Not to mention after all the battles he had just went through he wasn't just about to allow a stranger to make off with his sabers. With the last bit of his energy he raise his arm and tried to recall back his saber to him only ending in failure. With that last push to try to get his saber back from the woman, his eyes blurred and slowly closed falling over completely passed out. He occasionally faded in and out from his slumber as he could feel the wind brush briskly passed his face as they traveled through the desert lands. Through his constant and rigorous training occasionally tried to get up and move despite all the wounds he had received but the transport was small and he was guarded by the guardians and the princess.


Without a word or a groan but movement of a hand raised up, a guardian immediately walked over to him and said something about this being good for him and to stay still followed by two several hard pushes down back to whatever he was resting on, enough for him to pass out once more. His eyes closed and his head leaned to the side and remained quiet, well more quiet than he was, for the rest of the trip to the city.


Again it was in and out of consciousness while in the med room, he saw each one of the surgeons and felt every move made on his body to help him survive. But it was so very painful, why could they not of just put him in a bolto tank? Or were his wounds more fatal that he initially thought? Either way, there was nothing else he could do, his body was still too weak. Weak being, he didn't feel any darksiders in the area and was able to finally rest, in comparison of what he has been through in the last week, this was a vacation to him and he was going to take full advantage of it. So, he merely closed his eyes once more allowing them to fix up his wounds to the best of their ability.


It was quiet now, there was no sense of rush. No sounds of noises of surgeons and assistants talking. No noises to equipment of clanking. Just him, the darkness of his eyelids, and silence. He made a slightly movement and could hear the sounds of his hand brushing on the bed in which he laid on. It was so silent he could hear the sounds of his knuckles as he cracked each of them. He rose from his rest, rubbed his eyes and felt everything on his person. He was lighter than normal, they took his armor. He was less warm, they took his jedi robes. He placed a hand on his face and only felt skin, they took his mask. He looked down and saw he was wearing only shorts, revealing he was recently cleaned of the blood from his wounds and as he examined closer, the recent wounds covered his entire being overlapping other older wounds.


He rubbed his face a couple of times and shook his head to fully awaken himself. Then it can be heard from outside his room, a muffled yell saying, "The patient is still recovering please allow him to rest in private!" The plea was ignored, the sounds of impatient steps entered loudly into the quiet room. Jericho with his wounded body remained still and he slightly turned his head as a voice of a woman entered his ears. He turned slightly to show only a bit of his face to the woman as she finished questioning him. Jericho let out a sigh, it seemed like she was more demanding than question, there was not other choice for him other than to answer her.


"I was on a mission for a Jedi Enclave to free slaves, I was found out by a couple sith patrols. I tried to get away, then the an electrical interference made by this planet and it's sister, caused my ship to crash land here. That's why I am here." Jericho said turning his head away. "Who are you? I sense you bask in the force of Ashen, of the light."

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] (sorry for the long wait I hope this made up for it!)

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

The patient was concerned about his privacy, that much was revealed when @[member="Jericho"] didn't turn to completely face her. Her eyes darted around the room to see where they had placed his belongings. There were a lot more questions she'd have liked to ask, but duty first.

So he was a Jedi out to do good and establish justice. But he hadn't got that far which meant two things
1. The slaves had not been liberated
2. It was possible he was still being hunted.

"Your senses don't deceive you." She replied slowly, reaching out for his belongings and floating the pile to nestle nearer to him. Lightsaber on top. "My name's Kiskla Grayson, Jedi Master, General of the Kiffex Guardians and Sheyf of Kiffu." It was quite then cacophonous sentence, but it was out in the open now.
"You don't have any identification on you, nor did your ship. We're at a disadvantage and don't know your name." She folded her arms, not distancing herself from her interrogative position.
"Also, do you think it's likely these slavers will send more pursuers after you? Strange they have Sith as security personnel."

Despite her familiarity with healing incidents and half naked persons, there was always something undignified about holding conversation with someone severely underdressed. Oh well, she'd provided him with his clothing and he could dress at his discretion. Like many she'd seen, his scars were layered. Something many warriors wore with pride rather than abashment. Fighting rarely left persons unscathed. Kiskla was fortunate in that sense, credit to her cells repairing so quickly. Plus, she considered it a personal insult or failure to receive wounds at the hands of others. Having observed his condition, she supposed she should be a little more personable. The surgeons and medial personnel on the planet were some of the best, and despite the equipment used mostly natural healing remedies.

Kiskla pressed her fingers against her temple in thought before allowing her empathy to pour through her aura. This man had undeservedly landed on her planet and she was treating him like an incriminated evil-doer. Well, that was standard procedure. Nevertheless, his cause had been good, so she might as well extend some personal sympathy "How are you feeling?"

Spoiler

It's cool!

 

[Jericho]

The was quite the introduction given by the woman of smaller stature than he but from what she had pronounced she was of a higher being. From the tone of her voice, the confidence that radiated her words, down to the movements of her lip and other facial expressions. The woman told the absolute truth and he found her to be quite fascinating enough to where he felt the need to properly introducing himself.

He stood then he turned to face her giving the woman a bow of respect for the titles stated. "Master." He said calmly to her as he rose for his short bow. 'Master' a term that he used lightly, merely out of respect for the owner of the title not so much for the title itself, to him it was just a word. The respect, he held for the woman came from her ability to take him in and care for his wounds despite being a stranger.

But Unlike her, the lorrdian man had done nothing for her but possibly stir up trouble in the area so it was doubtful that she would give any respect back to him. As for his introduction, he felt like he had no titles to give her for he was merely a humble servant to the light and it's people. He had never been granted a grand title as general or master of a cause by any means.

The man who stood before her was a wanderer, a rogue, who had left the order by the urging of his now deceased master. To think it had been years and the only thing to improve were his skills of battle and tech use, not so much his speaking ability. His master would be rolling in her grave right about now if she knew that was the only thing he had improved on after all these years. He lightly rubbed his mask where his chin was and thought of a proper way to introduce himself, after all he did not know how he would be treated due to his status as a rogue.

As of now, he was mostly ignored and whenever he wished to expand his knowledge, the man was out right rejected. Thinking that there was no other option, he decided to use his usual approach. Honesty. "I go by the name of Jericho Hex, one of many former students of Asha Seren, if you have ever have heard of her." He replied calmly in his usual stern tone.

When asked about the slavers and the pursuers, Jericho took a moment and shook his head. "Most likely not. They are having to deal with many freed slaved to be focusing on me without the use of their tracking system or their navigation system. Before I made my escape I was able to launch the main carriers escape pods with and sending them everywhere. Also unfortunately, I needed to use excessive force, I cut down a quarter of the slavers with help from a handful of mercenaries. I don't know the whereabouts of the mercenaries who helped me." He said giving her the run down of the situation to the best of his speaking ability.

"I guess, I wasn't completely clear. When I was able to finally make my full retreat after the successful mission. I ran into a, what I assume to be, a small patrol of Sith alongside a Master and her apprentice. I assume when they sensed my presence, they couldn't help but to try to hunt me down. A lone...Force user, makes for good practice." He said with a shake of his head.

The next question the woman asked him caught him off guard. After her little interrogation, she asked him how he was feeling, was she showing kindness over superiority? Not something he was used to anymore, he haven't even be asked that type of question in years. It made him more uncomfortable than the interrogation he was just put through to the point he didn't even know how to answer. He took a moment to think about everything that had led to this point. A lot of blaster fire, a lot of saber duels, a lot of explosions and a lot of death. "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern." He said, as though it was an automated response.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

The name Asha Seren had meant little to her up until recently, after meeting her late husband Tracyn Ordo on Tython. His cooperation with her questions was a relief, for as much as Kiskla was an action-oriented woman, she also liked to not raise a hand against a fellow Jedi.

"Only her name. I met her husband on Tython." Kiskla explained, voicing her internal digestion.
Her fingers found their way to her chin as she contemplated his story. Earlier, it didn't sound as if it had been a successful ordeal and she was going to volunteer her own time to make it a triumph.

"That does make more sense." Kiskla nodded at @[member="Jericho"]'s explanation of the Sith patrol. Slavers working with the Sith was not so licentious an idea to have no bases for reality, but it was a little far-fetched. Especially for an organic ring in the outer rim. It was curious, however, that he was now identifying himself as a Force-User rather than a Jedi as he had done so earlier. Also when she had asked him to introduce himself, he had averted from the fashion she had used by her title within the Order before her name. And the mask? Why the mask? It had been lifted from his visage during his healing process, and he had promptly returned it to cover his face. Why?
Then again, when not on Kiffu, Kiskla did hide her tattoos from the general public. Only one fellow Jedi, Darron Wraith, had seen her with her tattoos exposed. And that was because he had dropped in, surprisingly, to Kiffu. Much like Jericho. If she were to see this particular rogue anywhere else in the galaxy, her face would remain unstained. So, in the end, she could sympathize his protection of identity.

She didn't particularly know the proper way to respond to his admittance of his well-being, so he continued to indulge her own curious nature as to why he'd avoided introducing himself as a Jedi. "Do you often foray into the unknown alone?" The princess asked, dropping her hands to her hips

 

[Jericho]

"That is understandable and unfortunate. She was a great mentor and friend." He said quietly, his tone for a slight moment softened then was quick to revert back to normal. "I have yet to meet her husband but have heard of him." Jericho noticed the slightly cringe in her look and minimal shake in her body signify when she mentioned Asha's husband that she had a low opinion of the man. He was fluent in kinetic communication as a lorrdian But that was more of an assumption than anything else.


As such the topic of the husband was slim, little else to talk about. He doubted that he would ever meet this husband of hers as well if he was part of the Jedi order as Jericho alongside Asha, left the order to pursue more peaceful means to study the way of light. Thinking about that he felt many of the other masters besides the former grandmaster, branded him and the "drop outs" as traitors to the order. When he came across a jedi that recognized him; the warrior got the look of disappointment and disgust.


He was a little surprise that she hadn't done the same and on top of which took him in to heal despite being a complete stranger and crashing on her planet with sith nearby. He took a moment to think as to why. The order had many members and the the republic was huge, it was doubtful that a speck as himself would truly be known. Also she most likely took care of his person due to the fact he might hold information. Or maybe, just maybe, she was actually as generous as she was leading on.


"Yes, I suppose it does." He said his usual low tone, his mind wandering to his original mission. Her question him about this made him question what was going on with the slavers and sith. He had understood the sith were the darkside they were the embodiment of evil to the light that was the Jedi. So would he be so wrong to assume that the sith and slavers might be joining together? Or did the sith have some 'honor' to them as a whole? He would have to look into this when he gets his ship back and investigate in korriban.


Another unexpected question left the lips of the Jedi master to the knight. Another question about his well-being or at least that was what he was assume. She had asked him whether or not he ventured alone often. He took a moment to think about it and realized that...He was always alone on his quest for knowledge and crusade against the sith. He was always alone.....Whether it be taking care of his wounds or fighting off sith and mercenary from peaceful villages. A sad thought, but it was something that he was use to, least that was what he told himself. "Yes." He remark in his usual tone of voice.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] (I'm sorry im a terriblely slow poster Ahhhhh! D

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

He was honest. Through her hereditary psychrometer she had read his lightsabers. Most of his work was done in his own time. There were no recent recollections of interactions from within the order. Why did he work alone?

"Why?" Kiskla asked plainly, folding her arms across her breastplate. If this were a more colloquial situation, she would have leaned against the doorframe, but alas. Her question, however, referred to his isolation. It was apparent that @[member="Jericho"] was a skilled warrior, and an asset to any at whether it be The Republic, or her Padawan's organization; The AoL. A stem from the Republican faction with a but more brutality than the Jedi.

Kiskla loved the question 'why'. She was a curious person by nature, and with a single word, she could unravel many stories; should the teller acquiesce to her wondering.

 

[Jericho]

The lorrdian was wary of her constant questioning but from her tone of voice and body language, the battle-torn warrior could tell it was genuine curiosity than just another Jedi trying to get information out of him. But out of this curiosity, was it from actual concern for his person or was she just naturally a curious person? The man closed his eyes for a moment and lightly rubbed them with his index and thumb of his right hand. In those few seconds he quick thought of an answer to the question he had asked himself. It was the latter. She was just a curious person, there would be no one who truly cared for this man. At his age all he knew was fighting, not how to make friends or allies unless paid to help in a current situation he knew he could not handle alone.

He looked to the woman while taking a seat on the bed he had woken up from. She asked him the simple question of 'why', which he had to assume she was asking about his isolation due to her prior question. He let out a breath through his mask. "Why am I alone? Or why I do things alone?" The man rhetorically asked in return to her question, he was going to answer. The man straightened his back and placed his hands on his knees. "My only friend in this galaxy has passed on through the force due to a freak accident. I left the order, which was not a huge deal as no one ever spoke to me besides my master. So I merely follow what I was taught."

He stayed in place as he spoke his words. "Learn and become strong so that I can become a master and pass my wisdom to the younger jedi. As well as keep the peace and be the light that fights the ever growing darkness." He said in a strong but much quieter tone, it's been a while has he has spoken this much. But as always he spoke the truth not attempting to garter respect nor sympathy from her through his words.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

"So you do have thoughts of returning to The Order." Kiskla commented, regarding his inflection of passing on his learnings. Death was a tragic thing, and it was easy to fall prey to the predator of isolation; she had, and was only an active Jedi because of some persuasion from a friend.

She sighed, considering how to tactfully word her next statement. Or perhaps, it was better to be blunt. "Perhaps your effectiveness in conquering darkness would be better fuelled with assistance." Kiskla's gaze levelled with the man's, emphasizing her suggestion beyond just her vocabulary. "The Order is different than it once was." She wouldn't overwhelm him with much information on how The Republic was flourishing and the Order too, under the command of abrasive leaders Harkness and Halcyon. Perhaps the upcoming invasion would be the perfect time for @[member="Jericho"] to become involved once again.

 

[Jericho]

It has been twelve very, very long years since he had left the order. He would be lying if he said he had never wondered if things would had been different for him if he had stayed at the order rather than go with his master. But never had he thought of returning, considering the rules for deserters of the order was banishment as well as made an enemy due being seen as a fallen. At least that was the rules he was what he thought they were. The rules may have change or may not of been that way at all but he could remember being ignored by most members and immediately ridiculed for leaving by even those he had not known.


"No, I haven't considered returning. My masters pleaded to me to do two things; Stay on path of light and Protect those in need. The order protects the republic and it's interests. Though I do not know the full details as I was too young to, there was much corruption in the senate." Jericho said quietly to @[member="Kiskla Grayson"]. Thought he was far from the sentimental type, through the slightest movement of his right hand forming into a tight fist and for but a second his eyes spoke of sadness and discontent rather than his almost emotional look. But his tactical mind took control once more and began contemplating whether or not to return. There were a lot more knowledge to be gained from the archives as there were many books and holodisks he had yet to read and take in the skills for his own. But he felt it would shame his late master as the order had once already went against its own code that being a reason they had left. "As you are but a stranger I cannot simply just take your word on that the order has completely changed in the time I have been alone fighting the darkness and it's allies." Jericho said putting his hood up and looked her directly in the eyes.


"But I would be a fool not to consider your wisdom, Lady Kiskla." He continued after a slight pause. It was true, a single man could not change the course of dark and light. "You did, after all, took me in and quickly have taken care of my wounds as if nothing had happened. When it would had been easier and less trouble for you to just let me fend for myself. For that, you have my gratitude." He said with a bow of his head. "If you ever need my blade, you need merely call for it."


A rather odd urge came about him as he analyzed her from head to toe. He closed his eyes and felt her strong aura of the force, she was indeed powerful, he could feel it within his person, within his own aura. It has been awhile since he has been in the presence of a strong jedi rather than the sith. Where as a sith master, one could feel the hate, the temptation of power, the pure chaotic taste of madness. The presence of a jedi master was so soothing, calm, relaxing and quiet. The feeling alone to him was unnerve but also needed. He had surrounded himself with mercenary's and their loud guns, sith and their lust for power, dark jedi's and their dark auras, he had almost forgotten the feeling of another user of the light. This urge of his compelled him to utter a few words off the topic. "This will be a strange request but I wish to challenge you to a duel."


As a lorrdian, one could read a whole person through kinetic communication. Through movement and actions, as the person as he was this was his way of wanting to indulge in his own curiosity. Through duels and battles he got a understanding of who the person he went up against was. "Understand that I don't issue any warrant of disrespect in your home and what you have done for me. I've noticed that your a curious person and I have indulge you to my greatest extent. Would you kindly indulge in mine?" He asked in his serious but politer tone.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

She would probably need his blade soon. There was a lot of unsettlement across the galaxy, and she herself had instigated unsettlement among the Jedi Council. "Ehm," Kiskla shifted slightly on her heels. She had been in quite a few duels lately, mostly attributed to the aggressive nature of The Jedi. One had directly infected her with Vong Poison, which was the only reason it had ended -- because she had to flee. His request was strange, and out of the ordinary although she could appreciate the root of. The best way to evaluate a person was usually between flight or fight -- and they were both raised and trained to be duelists, although their methods may differ.

"Fine. But you'll have to meet me here. I can't provide you transport." Being the princess of the planet, although they were warriors, she didn't want anyone interfering. If she was to be wounded, it would be on her own accord. She reached into the pouches on her belt, touching them and rifling through the contents until she pulled out a very small communicator with a select display of coordinates present. "All of your belongings are in this room. I'll be at the location within the hour." She offered him a grin, before turning on her heel and making an exodus of the medical facility. Kiffu was a strange place indeed.

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Kiffu Desert

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The location wasn't far from his initial landing site. Upon arriving, @[member="Jericho"] would find the mistress of The Force already present. She hadn't changed, just taken the time to make sure nobody would follow her out to the desert. There was a slight breeze that rippled across the desert plain, and tousled the cloth of her apparel. Loose blonde hairs danced across her visage as she kneeled, completely unassuming and focusing on her own centre of control. Her two blades were before her, disengaged, with two more available against her lower back. Two of the four lightsabers she had collected in battle; both belonging to Sith at one time.
Obviously, they weren't her first choice.

She looked as serene as she looked out of place. The landscape was harsh and unforgiving, whereas she, a Master of the Light, had something about her that was drawing; an outstanding simmering power that couldn't wait to be exercised. But looking at her lithe form, her muscular physique hidden by fabric, one would assume little damage could be dealt. Especially with her eyes closed and light breathing.

 

[Jericho]

What was this feeling that the man had? This was a feeling he had in such a long time, despite what he had been doing for the last ten years. What was the proper word to describe it? That was only one. Excitement. It had been a very long time since he has faced off with a jedi master, what abilities could she show him? The warrior had faced off with many skilled warriors in all forms of combat as well as stratagems. 'Master' Siths, 'Master' shapers, 'master' gun men. Many fights he had lost, many he had won, but in the end he had not died, so in terms he only grew to be stronger and wiser. Hopefully enough to stand against and impress the woman of many titles, those titles of which, measurably had to be earned.


"All of your belongings are in this room. I'll be at the location within the hour."


She stated to him with a grin on her face. Jericho in turn gave her a long bow of respect as she turned and walked out of the medical wing. He walked to the area where his belongings were and quietly pick things up and counted. A lot of the equipment were either burnt or damaged from the crash, this included parts of his armor unfortunately he wouldn't have the time to make full repairs on it for the up coming fight. The things that weren't damaged were his sabers, his survival pack, navi-gear and amazingly enough his other robes. He took all of his things and went outside for a moment to prepare himself, it was hot and the landscape was desert outside the walls of the city. He licked his finger from under his mask and raised it high to measure the wind flow.


A light breeze breathing east, he could use that to vantage, one way or another. He was going to stick with his battle torn robes as there were already holes in them and the air flow could circulate better and cool his body mid-fight. Amazing, how that minor thing could help prolong his fight. She was Kiffar and he was Lorrdian both of which were desert ready races. So prolong exposure to the hot sun and worries of hydration were not a main concern for the two but better safe than sorry. Taking out several containers from his pack, he filled it with the nearest water source.


After make several other necessary preparations he clipped his sabers to his hips and made his way to the spot. The moment he exited the doors, he increase his speed immensely and ran. As trained his each step was silent but as the sand flew around him it seemed like a whirlwind of sand was making it's way to the master. Seeing that he was closing to the master he stopped himself and stood silently for a moment. He took out a couple containers of water and waved it at hers to signal that it was hers to be used when needed then placed them back to the pack and tossed it to the side.


The warrior took out his two single edge sabers and engaged them. One took the color of blue and the other was purple. He did a formal bow of duelist as he did for those he saw deserve such respect. The moment he rose from his bow he got into his Jar'kai stance and charged only to switch to ataru style and manuver low to aim a slash to her leg. Pushing from his low stance he force jumped high doing a front spin to do a heavy downward strike aiming for her shoulder.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

In such instances, Kiskla would have elected to erect an impenetrable Force Barrier. But Jericho wanted a duel, not her usual display of Force prowess that usually obtained her objectives while keeping herself unscathed:
So, at his swift advance, Kiskla reacted with her blades. It wasn't until he was upon her that she rose and opened her eyes however. Instead, she saw his machinations through The Force; an easy thing to do, but impressive to Padawans. What a strange thing to witness; a seated woman snapping to life to meet the oncoming brutality. Her lightsabers snapped to her palms, and ignited to smoothly parry the inaugural blows.
The first, at her shin, was avoided by scooping her left blade beneath his and shovelling it outward; with which she twisted with in case he came that way with her defence. Instead, he quickly adjusted forms and was overhead in a move similar to many of her own. The blonde was an acrobatic fighter, and it appeared @[member="Jericho"] adopted a style similar, although not so lethal or coveted as Juyo or Vaapad.
In a battle of pure strengths, Kiskla could last longer than the average human female, but in this instance: no. A megalith of a man was coming down on her and that would be foolish to assume she could match.
Her twist tightened and with her she brought a flurry of sand; which she was attacking with Art of the Small. The molecules worked quickly to the sand, rapidly advancing it's development process to make glass shards. Most of it was still sand, but there were still some more lethal elements mixed in there to meet the downward gentleman. As for her, she quickly dove to the side instead of meeting his blades and lose to that strong momentum. One leg extended, she slid slightly in the sand in a distancing crouch; watching the tidal of sand and glass spray upward forcefully at her opponent. This would test his armour, mask, and reflexes to the elements. She wasn't sure of his species because she was bad at those kind of observations unless they were obvious, so knowing he'd grown in sand was impossible for the princess.

Still, she felt strange duelling someone she wasn't training, trying to obliterate, or just defending her life. His stakes were unknown, and so would remain a majority of her power until he dropped some hints as to his aggression. Or, she had something to take away from this.

"What say we make this a little more interesting?" Kiskla asked above the noise of their humming weapons. Waiting for him to acknowledge her, the young mistress of the force stood with a twirl of both blades. "If we agree I win, you come with me and see The Republic as is. Maybe help me out with some of the Jedi's happenings. If I lose, well", she shrugged "Forget I mentioned it." She didn't want to burn bridges any more than she wanted to hurt the individual that had just healed/was still healing. But she liked to keep things interesting.

Kiskla waited for his agreement or decline before allowing The Force to rumble through her body. The darkness inside her, as a prisoner, squirmed excitedly; enthusiastic to be exercised. She hadn't been able to let the Vaapad take over for a while, and he was starved for a fight.

Traditionally, a Vaapad user could look like they were using more than one blade. With two, Kiskla merely looked like a physical beam of light; it was as much an illusion attack as it was dangerous. Blue weaves threaded around her as she skipped forward and closed the distance between herself and the Iridonian. She was like a ball of lightning, incredibly fast and incredibly bright with two lightsabers coming in for the attack. One, whipped from her grasp and toward her opponent in a deadly rotation toward his knees whilst she came in at an attack that continued to look like multiple blades; placing where her real sword was would be difficult until he realized it was coming right at the left side of his ribs; opposite to the leg that was the target of her flying lightsaber.

 

[Jericho]

Watching her every action, he knew she was more than an able fighter in her own style coming face to face against a man his size she took the appropriate action and dodged his mighty blow. Then quickly reacted and counter attacked with a flurry of sand, a regular tactic to almost blind's one enemy for just a moment to land a devastating strike. So be merely braced himself, at first, after the first shard of glass cut the part of his cheek, impressive she was able to catch him off guard. Luckily, his armor was thick; so not a single shard was able to pierce it and his breathing mask allowed him to not inhale any of the shards of grains of sand that could of been lethal. Such ingenuity, he could of never expected an attack as that, reacting quick he jumped back and force pushed the remained away stopping the sands advance.

For a moment, the two had a ceasefire for her to speak to him once again. Thought her voice was soft her words could be heard over the sound of the humming of the lightsabers. It seemed that really wished to recruit him back in to the order or at least show him just how much it has changed over the course of his leaving. She was a determined one, a really determined one, so with a nod of his head he agreed to her terms and conditions for the battle. As she done much for him already there was little that he wanted from her as a whole, so a tour of the order wouldn't be so bad would it? He let out a breath of and and went into his stance once more readying himself for her coming attack.

At a blink of a eyes she closed the distance between them as though she was like a ball of lightning, One of saber flew from her hand with great speed aimed for his knee. But regardless he knew she had but once saber in her hand it still looked like many. What was this? Such prowess in battle, a true master in her own style. Not only once but twice she was able to take him by surprise but this time he was more awe-struck by her skill, even much so she cause his eyes to widened. But this was not a time to be awe-struck by her splendor of skill, he in a second he snapped back into his battle ready mentality.

He quick threw his saber to counter the saber coming at him and it would be foolish for him to blindly trying to follow the swiftness of her over saber. There was no way for him to block anything that was coming at him, it was like the sand he couldn't just cut every little grain of sand and glass. But he could see that she was movements, for the most part as she coming at him. So he increased his own speed with the force and side stepped to the left of her, assuming that she was right handed when she threw her saber as his right knee. In that slightest moment he guessed right, seeing that saber strike burn through a part of his robe, he narrowly dodged the attack that would have went through him and sent him back to the hospital. But had he chose to dodge to the right, this duel would have ended right here and now from that one strike as it came in fast and distance to dodge for him would already of been cover.

He knew not what form she was using but it was lethal and powerful as she was, the aura she sent out was not calm or smooth it was more dark and ready for battle. If this were a battlefield and she was bent on killing him, he would have to use every available resources he had on him and then some to even want to survive against her. This was indeed a learning experience for him and the thrill of this duel was increasing for him. Such graceful movement, such intelligence, such creativity and such strength; there was much for him to learn from and about this woman from just her movements alone.

Not allowing her to react he grabbed the back of her shirt and using his strength threw her back before she would do a sweep and side strike at him. He recalled his other saber, he contemplated switching to shien and his other double bladed saber to overwhelm her with strength. But her speed matched if not was greater than his own so powerful swings would not help him. He took in a deep breath of air and exhaled slowly, the only way to keep up with her was increasing his speed once more, quite immensely. He charged at he zigzagly so she couldn't pinpoint his movements. On the third step of the zigzag he spun and punched up sand to her face in hopes of blinding her for a split second and on the fifth step used both saber to slash downward at her left side this way he could swiftly go back on the defensive if necessary.

[member="Kiskla Grayson"] D)