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Here I Am! (Voss, Open to SSC)

This time, Krux did not wait for his beloved to answer first. There was part of him that completely understood what this man was talking about.

"The galaxy is full of Jedi who choose to not devote themselves to either the Light or the Dark. Most call them 'Grey Jedi'. There is nothing wrong with that path if it is the one you feel you would be most comfortable walking. It is dangerous, but you have already shown immense inner strength by seeing the errors in devotion to the Dark Side.

"I'll explain it to you the same way I explained it to my own Padawan"
he said, his stormy eyes glancing once again at his companion sitting a few feet to his right, "The Light Side is a balanced longsword. It is sharp, well-tempered by smiths with thousands of years of experience, and anyone in the galaxy can wield and, with practice, can master it. Doesn't matter if you're a giant who can topple towers with a flick of his wrist, or a skinny peasent who gets arm workouts by sweeping with a broom.

"The Dark Side is a long-hafted warhammer. It is uncomfortably heavy and can't be used with the same precision and grace as the sword can be. Not everyone can pick it up and become a master of it. It requires a different kind of practice and devotion. In fact, most who pick it up will simply be crushed beneath it's burdening weight.

"The most important part of this analogy is that when you pick a target with the sword and start your swing, you can stop before you strike your foe, if you want to show them mercy. With the hammer of the Dark Side, it's too heavy to stop mid-swing. When you make the choice to destroy someone or something with it, the damage is done. Your muscless will ache painfully from using the weapon and you cannot go back on your decision to destroy your targer with it when you've started your attack. The Dark Side is powerful, but what good is power you can't control?"


Krux took a deep breath, standing up again and starting to pace, remembering his original question. How?

"Turning away from the Dark Side is no simple task. You'd be taking everything you once learned to be true and scrapping it for a brand new ideology. You'll be looking at the galaxy from a completely different point of view. How does a Darksider do it? Ask myself, or ask my companion. We were both powerful Sith, once upon a time. Now, we're here. I'll tell you how I did it. Study. Listen. Learn. Open your mind. The Light Side is about humility and striving to find one's center. It's about finding inner peace, respecting all life in the galaxy, and above all else, helping to secure peace in the galaxy from those who insist that peace is a lie to justify never striving for it."

Finally, Krux met the man's dark gaze one more time, "My name is Krux Mullarus, Jedi Knight of the Sanctum." his eyes then moved to his companion, gently placing a hand on her shoulder, "This is my Padawan and my better half. Setzi Lunelle."

Before he finally ceased his lecture - which he was always so good at starting - his eyes looked to the Hutt, as if to say that his lecture would do well on his own ears as well as the stranger's.


[member="Draco Vereen"] / [member="Setzi Lunelle"] / [member="Tyyni Oluja"]
 
Tyyni listened to the two men as they talked with interest. He agreed with both of them in different ways. This morning, if someone had told the young Hutt that he would be listening in on an intelligent conversation between a Jedi and a Sith, he wouldn't have believed them. Through listening, Tyyni felt as if both had imparted little bits of wisdom upon him, something no amount of study or time in the library can do.

The Hutt agreed with the Mandalorian's view on peace. True peace seemed like a fantasy. You have to fight for what is right. Besides, is justice not better than peace? But Tyyni found himself enraptured by Krux's metaphor. This only strengthened his resolve in the light.

As the Jedi knight looked sidelong at him, Tyyni nodded, his beautiful green eyes swimming with the new wisdom he had obtained. Nodding respectfully, the Padawan turned back to the Sith, trying to gauge his understanding of reason. The Hutt had nothing to add, as he didn't know very much about the Force. He did believe that the Force was an entity, though. Sometimes, he felt it's guiding touch in the things that he did. For example, this conversation. Perhaps it was all a thing in his head, but that's how it felt sometimes.

[member="Krux Mullarus"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Setzi Lunelle"]
 

Setzi Lunelle

Searching for Eleos's Altar
Truth be told, Draco’s words resonated with Setzi more than she would let on. In her time in the One Sith, she never felt quite aligned with their organizational principles. Darth Pyrrhus was a staunch loyalist of the Sith, but he wasn’t suicidal. Her former partner would certainly forge his own path if it suited his own needs.

But what of her needs? There was always someone else she was trying to appease. When she gave into her most wayward desires… well that’s when the darkside slipped in and took over.

“I have felt abandoned too,” she said, her voice hitching a little as though she was trying to remain composed. “In the past.”

Chastity, Astrid and Amata. Or did you abandon them?

“But I’ve found peace and balance on Voss. Do I still have the darkside in me?” The padawan paused and looked at Tyyni who she barely knew. Would the young Hutt ever trust her if she admitted the truth? Would Krux become irritated if she admitted her struggle, especially in front of a stranger who could possibly take advantage of it?

“Yes I do. I can’t always run from it. But that doesn’t mean I have to succumb to it either.”

At Mullarus’s touch on her shoulder, Setzi visibly relaxed. But Draco’s explanation nor Krux’s lecture shed any light on why the darksider was here debating in the first place.

“If you aren’t here to become a Jedi, why have you come?” she asked.

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Krux Mullarus"] [member="Tyyni Oluja"]
 
Draco looked at the manling for a moment like he was crazy. "Um, you just bragged about yourself before and after talking about humility. I hate to be that guy, but 'I was a Powerful Sith' and 'Let me correct you, I'm a Knight' aren't exactly humble things. I'm not a humble person, and I admit that, but you might want to sit and meditate about that humility thing if that is your outlook." Draco took in a deep breath, Mullarus. He'd never heard the name before, he didn't commit it to memory either. His beliefs on the Sides of the Force weren't the same, albeit beliefs aren't factual by nature, as they are individual interpretation.

"Well, I was never trained as a Sith, nor as Jedi. I couldn't tell you the codes of either if I my life depended on it. I'm not joining a Force Order, I never have and I never will. I forge my own paths and take my own roads. I don't follow well if you catch my drift. I don't do other people's rules or interpretations. You see, I'm willing to do what needs to be done, being shackled to an order can hamper that." Draco turned his attention to the woman now, regarding her closely for a moment.

"Well, when I fell, I fell a couple of times. And the last time I feel, rather than deal with the causes of my falling, my personality split. The one you see before you is just me, fairly neutral. A warrior certainly, but I'm capable of mercy and hold to a code of honor. The other is a Sith, he has some honor about him, but he is a Sith Lord, wholly and totally. So, I'm here because I'm legitimately insane, and that's not good for starting a family or rebuilding a broken one."

[member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Tyyni Oluja"] [member="Krux Mullarus"]
 

Setzi Lunelle

Searching for Eleos's Altar
A hush could be heard after Draco's words. Then the forest sounds continued - mostly bird noises native to Voss and the rustling of verdant leaves in the wind. While Krux tried to reason with him, in the way that Jedi did - the myticism of the Force wrapped around the pragmatism of peace - the darksider was undeterred.

Setzi winced at his harsh assessment of Knight Mullarus. She knew that, unlike she, he was less succeptible to Dun Moch. and she had no doubt he would brush off the comment. Her teacher was quite capable of defending himself now, and how far they'd come! Earlier in their relationship, she always felt it was the other way around, that she needed to be protecting Krux. He was well on his way to becoming a Jedi Master, while the padawan felt like her journey was still littered debris and looming obstacles.

Was this Sith Lord just another impediment that she needed to shatter like a rock with a pick axe? Or did the Force send him here to test her in another way?

"I have been toying with the idea myself," she said, glancing warily at Knight Mullarus. It wasn't as if she'd tried to walk the line between light and dark... but Setzi felt she constantly drifted to the middle lane. And she had reached out to Jedi Master Harrison to help her understand this desire as she felt he had particular insight here.

The groove is too well worn, she thought. I will always teeter on the edge and fall into it.

"But you fell into the abyss," she continued, nodding and perhaps she understood now. The abyss was familiar to her as well but maybe she hadn't fallen so deep. "How can we...?" Setzi's head turned again at the other Jedi. She could not, would not speak for them.

"How can I help you climb out of it?"

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Krux Mullarus"] [member="Tyyni Oluja"]
 
Mullarus bit the inside of his cheek as the Sith critiqued his words, as if he knew more about the Light Side than he did. In his ears, it sounded ironically arrogant of the Sith himself to say so, but Krux knew he was right. Even as a Jedi, he could never quite fix his pride, which was a weakness that always plagued him just as agony was one that always plagued Darth Azurea.

Krux closed his eyes and took a deep breath, lowering his head in a nod to the Sith, doing his best to remain patient and not get angry. To stoop to the old Sith Knight Mullarus' primal instinct would be to show even more weakness. "No. You're right. It was not humble of me. It is true I used to be Sith, and I still struggle with the temptations of the Dark Side from time to time. Pride and arrogance has always been a weakness of mine, ever since I was a Sith Acolyte. You can ask Setzi, she can vouch for me..." he said, opening an eye and giving a playful smirk to his companion at his side before opening both eyes and looking back down at the Sith, trying to sound as if he were speaking at equal-height to him.

"The paths of Light and Dark are on tall mountains, the silver line in the middle situated at the bottom of a steep valley with jagged rocks at the bottom. It is a difficult, painful path to tread - the Grey Path, and I do not know much about it. After I fled the Dark path, I didn't want any part of the Dark Side anymore. I enraged my apprentices, I dissapointed the love of my life, I had thousands of my soldiers murdered out of selfish vengeance. The Dark Side destroyed me, and I wanted to leave the Dark path forever.

"My point is: Most people don't want to tread the Grey path. It is difficult to remain in the middle. There is always the violent pushing and pulling from the Light and Dark to live with, and with that, it becomes near impossible to find your center... but it is not impossible."
he looked between both the Sith as well as Setzi, knowing her struggle between the Light and Dark. Her redemption has been a painful one, far more rocky than his was.

"I don't want to discourage either of you. In fact, treading the Grey path is better than succombing completely to the Dark. I just want to warn you. I've met...a few people in the galaxy who couldn't walk that path, and it ruined them. Just be cautious, as always. Remain patient and keep an open mind, and anything is possible."


[member="Draco Vereen"] / [member="Setzi Lunelle"] / [member="Tyyni Oluja"]
 
Draco again shrugged. "I don't think either of you understood. I am Draco Vereen. I am a man of honor and strength. I've fallen, but that is my battle, and my loved ones will help me rise from the depths of such despairity. There is nothing an outsider I don't respect could help me rise from the Darkness. I am a man of many questionable things, but out right evil has never been my nature." He could feel Vulkan deeper beneath the surface of his mind. "I think it might be better that I showed you."

The transition was smooth, a simple close of his eye's and when they opened his pupils were so dilated his irises were barely visible. ringed in a red tone, blood shot veins, a darkening of the area around his eyes. But most of all it was the palpable wave of fear that now emanated from the man, whose aura was different, almost like that of a separate being. Even his body language changed from that of a relaxed predator sitting in the sun, to that of a barely restrained beast ready to pounce at what it considered prey. When the man spoke, his voice was deeper, a noticeable rasp, as though his throat was tense and hoarse. "And I am not that man." A wicked smile traced upon the man's lips for but a moment.

Quickly, Draco's armored form winced in pain and his aura struggled, and then, eased back to normal, a darker presence than those around him, but the fear that hung in the air like a force of nature faded away, his eyes returned to their storm grey color, and after a few deep breaths, even his body language changed back. "Like I said, I'm crazy. I fell and I'm suffering from multiple personalities disorder. Me, and him. He goes by Vulkan. Right now, I'm in control. I am the dominate personality, but that wasn't always the case. I've come to Voss because the Force lead me here. And then it lead you," he looked at Setzi, meeting her gaze as she sat in the long grass, "to me. There has to be a reason for it. I'm certain you will have some insight into how to help me. Perhaps I'm going about it in the wrong order. Maybe its less me fixing my multiple personalities, more me turning away from darkness, but Vulkan has been a problem for me long before I worked for the Sith." He had suffered out bursts of Vulkan's rage and personality as far back as Doldur. It was time that demon was gone.

[member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Krux Mullarus"]
 

Setzi Lunelle

Searching for Eleos's Altar
“Draco Vereen… we have a name to the face,” said the brunette padawan. “And I can vouch for Krux. Both of our real personalities had been distorted by the darkside. It’s possible neither one of us will ever free ourselves of our weaknesses.”

Setzi looked over at the Hutt, remembering that not all of them were human. “We are all sentient beings and will make mistakes.” Then she turned her head back at Krux. His words were wise, advice sagely. Perhaps she’d been Grey after all? And if so, haven’t you already been ruined enough by treading the middle ground, she thought?

I think it might be better that I showed you.

Her musings were interrupted when the Sith Lord changed abruptly into the other personality. Even though the Voss forest was warm and pleasant, a cold chill went through her as if the temperature had dropped a few degrees. Setzi’s eyes widened at the sight of Vulkan, and even more so at the subtle hint that the Force brought them together to help his situation.

“But… how… why?” she protested. “Why me?”

The padawan was uncertain she could actually assist Lord Vereen. If she were Darth Azurea, she had no doubt that she’d be able to face him, to deconstruct him and to possibly vanquish him if she’d interpreted everything Draco said. But at this moment, she was slightly terrified.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

But how to bring two disharmonius parts together like Draco and Darth Vulkan? She thought back to the place where her sister was held, the laboratory of sorts in the Academy. Perhaps there were experiments she could run…

“And can you actually trust me?” she asked, uncertain if she even trusted herself with such a delicate and yet dangerous job.

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Krux Mullarus"] [member="Tyyni Oluja"]
 
Krux was beginning to feel ignored. Setzi and Tyyni at least seemed to heed what he was saying, but this Sith was only interested in whatever Setzi was saying. As her lover, he felt he was just taking his chances to talk to the beautiful woman. Really, all of him felt this way, and it bothered him.

As the Sith revealed his own 'multiple personality disorder' that he'd seen in several "Treading the Middle Path" type Force Sensitives before. It didn't frighten him, he'd seen far worse, but he did cock a brow curiously.

This time, Krux remained silent, standing close to his lover's side as she continued to look at him. He didn't know what to say at the moment, but surely whatever he did was would just be nit-picked, criticized, or ignored in favor of what his pretty companion had to tell the man.


[member="Draco Vereen"] / [member="Setzi Lunelle"] / [member="Tyyni Oluja"]
 
Tyyni looked between Knight Mullarus, Padawan Lunelle, and this Draco Vereen with tense interest, his tail coiled around his body. The Hutt had nothing to add at this point. He didn't know enough, didn't have enough experience to contribute effectively. He was debating jumping in when Draco began to radiate fear, and the Dark side. Eyes widening, caught up in the fear, Tyyni shrunk back from the man that was no longer Vereen. He looked to the others, to see their reactions to this. It took Padawan Oluja a second to realize that Draco had stopped radiating the feeling.

Tyyni looked to Setzi as she addressed him, and noticed her wording. He said nothing, but his eyes said thank you. Looking between the people, Tyyni dwelled on his own new revelations. This Sith had Dissociative Identity Disorder? Tyyni knew the condition was rare. Perhaps it was a side-effect of falling to the dark? The Hutt didn't know for sure. Either way, the Hutt looked at the man with a newfound pity. It must be tough to live like that, and Tyyni could somewhat relate. There were two sides of the Hutt as well. Tyyni had yet to experience his darker side, but he knew it was there.

[member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Krux Mullarus"]
 
"We all have a purpose, Azurea. Everyone does. Every farmer in the field, every factory worker, every Jedi Master and admiral. For this escapade, I'm not sure what your purpose is, but there is a reason I felt the need to come to Voss. Part of it is because there are fewer Crusaders of the Light here. What I mean by that is people who would rather kill those trying to turn away from the Dark Side than redeem them like I have found in the Jedi and New Jedi Orders. Part of it is because of what Voss is. There are mystics here, temples of great power and revelry that have assisted mystics and Jedi and even Sith find their path for themselves long before even the Brotherhood of Darkness." Draco focused on the woman and the Hutt, they seemed to be interested in helping and so he was giving them his attention.

"It isn't a matter of trust. Its a matter of necessity. If I'm going to venture around Voss and visit I'm going to need an escort. Your turn from the Dark Side intrigues me, as its something I need to do as well in order to rise up as well. We have a lot of things in common, Azurea, and I think you can help." Draco didn't much care for the Hutt, but the Hutt was friendly enough, for now. His past taught him Men like Krux couldn't be trusted, and Hutt's inevitably sold those around them into slavery when it suited them. Draco's past experiences also warned him to be mindful of women like Setzi, for they were a manipulative lot. He kept that in the back of his mind as he spoke, knowing that if he was forced to deal with her, it would be quick and bloody.

"I've suffered from blackouts since I was a soldier in the Republic, sometimes I'd snap back too. It got written off as PTSD back then. And it could have been, I'm not sure. Then when I was a Dark Jedi running around the galaxy, I went through periods of days that I just couldn't remember. It wasn't until recently I became aware of what was happening. I think falling to the Dark Side, proliferated the issue, but I don't think it caused it." The man spoke fairly freely. There wasn't harm in telling this small group about it. He remembered his obsession with finding out how Darth Vader rose and fell, that he possessed Darth Vader's Glove, and Anakin Skywalker's, and later Luke Skywalker's Lightsaber for the reason of understanding the Light, the Dark, the Unified Force. He wasn't like them, but he wasn't really Jedi, Sith, or Grey either. He was a loner, like many and like none. "The point is, this has been a long time coming for me. So, Setzi," He used her real name instead of her Sith name for the first time. "Can I trust you to help me, or should I go find someone else?" There was at least one other that could, probably a few more if he went to Ember or Arrbi again, but they had their own problems. He couldn't go to Carach, the Sith Lord would only manipulate him into a weapon. And he couldn't exactly go to Vrag or Sage Bane about these things, they weren't friends in that sense.

[member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Tyyni Oluja"]
 

Setzi Lunelle

Searching for Eleos's Altar
Every farmer in the field and every Jedi Master.

Setzi knew that all too well, coming from Aduba-III where she helped her parents tirelessly with their maze-stalk crops. She was plucked from obscurity by AgriCorps and sent off to be a Jedi at a young age, with Chastity. It was easy to think her purpose could have been a simple harvester, but it hadn’t been. Not in the slightest though sometimes she wished that's all she did - working the land until she was bone tired at night.

“Yes,” she said, glancing at Krux and Tyyni with hesitation. The padawan was not on good enough standing to make decisions like this, but here she was doing so. “Even if I’m thrown off of Voss in the process… I will help you.”

For how could she be redeemed unless she helped others on the path to redemption as well? This was a subject she’d heard Master Harrison and Knight Mullarus wax poetic on. And if she were to get in trouble for her actions, for welcoming this Sith Lord onto Voss so freely, there was always the Force Cage in the temple if it was decided that Draco Vereen was not to be trusted.

She didn’t want to sour the moment with a threat but…

“If you are duplicitous in your actions, then you may ruin my reputation as well. Understand?”

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Krux Mullarus"] [member="Tyyni Oluja"]
 
The big mandalorian nodded and rose to his feet, standing up from the stump he had been sitting on. He shrugged his shoulders, feeling the tendons constrict and relax and popped his neck, stretching the muscles for just a second. His fingers tapped Naast'beskad's hilt yet again and sheathed the weapon on his side. "Alright then. There's no reason to sit around waiting, there is someone waiting for me to get home that I'd like to return to as soon as I'm able." His mind filled with thoughts of little ripples across water, a waterfall and a cave behind it. Those were good memories he had to look back on in troubling times.

He glanced up at Voss-ka and turned away from the city. It wasn't a hidden secret temple, it was one that had been in the planet's history, and central to their culture for millennia, so it was likely not to be unoccupied, though allowing a Sith Lord and a Jedi Padawan to enter may not be looked upon kindly by the Voss, or by the Silver Jedi. Draco had met the Heavenshields once or twice and he respected them, but their meetings had never been exceptionally good and they had never parted friendly with one another. "I don't think they will kick you out for taking me to the temple and letting me in, but if they threaten to you can just tell them I made you if you have to." And she was probably the only one he couldn't legitimately dominate through the Force, at least he thought so. As a Sith she hadn't been week or untrained, perhaps she could still fall back to that strength and experience in times of need. He wasn't sure, and he didn't really need to know for himself.

The Old Paths were surrounded by sparse forestation, nothing that couldn't be seen through, and tall grass that rose to his knees as he walked further from the paved and well worn paths away from Voss-Ka. The city didn't hold anything for him now, he had his way into the temple through Setzi, and possibly an ally, but he wasn't sure about that. Time would tell, perhaps she dwelled too long on the Force and not enough on herself and needed help? Perhaps helping her find her own way would help him? Being a slave by everything but name wasn't something he enjoyed, and he saw that in her, and yet, she had found herself a slave in all but name.

[member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Tyyni Oluja"]
 

Setzi Lunelle

Searching for Eleos's Altar
At times Setzi did feel like a slave to the Force, but wasn't every creature in a way? The Force was woven through everything - every blade of grass, every drop of blood, even in dreams and the afterlife. And for those strong in it, there was no escaping it.

So you could fight it or embrace it.

Setzi was on the precipice of acceptance and perhaps an alliance with this struggling Sith Lord would help her to realize her own destiny. "What assurance can you give me that you won't try to desicrate the temple... or worse attack me?" the brunette padawan asked. "I need some sort of proof."

If she took Draco to the temple unguarded, she wasn't sure what reprisals she would face, so his answer would be important to her decision on whether to let him in.

[member="Draco Vereen"]
 
Draco arched an eyebrow as she spoke, walking in the direction of the temple, the tall grass swaying a bit in the wind. "Well, I know where the temple is. I could have went there alone and desecrated it. I can be sneaky when I choose to be. So, the fact that I haven't should hold some merit." He laughed as he spoke, "And, I could have killed you and your friends a couple of times, but I didn't. I didn't come all this way to trash a temple or kill some padawan I still thought was a Sith Lady, though, and my plans haven't changed." Draco wasn't exactly being friendly, but he hadn't come to make friends, then again, he hadn't come to make enemies either.

"I guess if it would make you feel better, you could hold my sword?" He was almost asking if that would put her mind at ease, but he held the weapon out for her to take from his hands, the double edged weapon shining in the light, the little spike at the end of the pommel. "Be careful, hold it firm, its pretty heavy, and don't mess with the tip too much." He smiled and grinned proud of himself for that perfectly crafted joke. "Its not like I'm harmless now, but its something, and its better than just a promise. I will need that back. I didn't forge many of them, and I gave most of them away."

The Sith Mandalorian, looked back over his shoulder and shrugged, "Well, come on." He stopped, looking back at her. He could see why lesser men followed her around like puppies who liked being kicked. She was pretty, but she wasn't anything special to his eyes. Perhaps she could be a friend, but Draco's heart was torn and gone from him still back on Alderaan with his love, and his soul split in twain from being apart from her.

[member="Setzi Lunelle"]
 

Setzi Lunelle

Searching for Eleos's Altar
Looking back warily at the padawan Hutt and Knight Mullarus who didn’t appear to be following, Setzi trailed along with the Sith Lord. He knew where he was going. She wouldn’t need to lead him after all. He didn't seem like the type of man who was led anyway.

“No,” she said, cocking an eyebrow at the bawdy joke and putting up her palm. “You keep the sword, just make sure it’s sheathed. “We don’t need the entire female population of Voss to meet us at the temple, I gather.” A trace of a smile graced her lips as she attempted to counter his levity with some of her own.

“Very well,” the brunette padawan said. “It’s just ahead.”

Before them stood the hallowed, revered building where Voss mystics studied the art of precognition and healing for thousands of years. Eerily quiet, there were normally students on the ground, studying, having picnics or just walking the paths meditating. But today it was empty.

“After you,” she said, indicating with a sweeping motion that the Sith Lord should go first. She was still behind him, watching his flanks as it were. And well, she had to admit, they were a fine set of flanks from that angle.

[member="Draco Vereen"]
 
He chuckled to himself, and nodded, walking into the temple, stopping only for a second, catching her eyes glancing down in his HUD. "Look all you want, but keep your hands off the merchandise. It's already been claimed. I know its hard, given how your current model adds up to the real man you're looking at, but try, for me." His voice and tone remained light, even if he was still giving her a hard time, slipping the machete into its place on his back.

Draco entered the hallowed temple and felt cold as he did. The black spot in the back of his mind surged and writhed as he entered the temple, the alter personality that had manifested within him after a decade of severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, having witnessed horrors beyond measure from as early as his teens. His mind had been chipped away at by the galaxy and life in a never ending series of wars until it had finally broke and been torn asunder, into pieces and fragments. From the time he was sixteen he had been killing people, and from the time he was twenty he had been doing it for anyone with money to pay for it. It added up. Four years in the deep darkness of Kessel seeing people dragged away by energy spiders, hard labor and not seeing natural light. It added up, and being a good soldier he simply buried it deeper and deeper rather than deal with it. At first he had been able to keep himself sane, but the Force didn't allow for such things. After he began training he began suffering black outs of rage and violence that he couldn't remember when he inevitably came to his senses.

Now, years later all that had manifested itself into an alter ego, a separate personality he feared. His lover feared it, for how would she deal with awaking next to a Sith Lord instead of him? He could feel the Sith struggling against his will, surging and seething as he entered the hallowed ground of the mystics. "Um, I'm not sure about you, but I don't really know what I'm looking for or what I'm supposed to do. All I thought I needed to do was come here and I would receive some guidance or intuition on what to do next."

The main chamber opened up, the square chamber opened at a right angle, with two doors on the opposite sides and a shrine in the opposite corner, set between the large closed doors of gold and stone and iron. Runes and images lined the walls, incenses lay unburnt and candles unlit. The shrine appeared to be little more than a non-descript mystic with glowing eyes and a table with a number of carvings on it. "So, what do you think?"

[member="Setzi Lunelle"]
 
Situated at the shrine, a figured turned around to face the pair. The Caprine mystic wore a hood and a long cape, as though the temple was shockingly cold, though it wasn't. Sure the closed in atompshere of the duracrete temple with its many revisionist attempts at archietecutre with marble and stone made the interior have a distinct chill, but there was no need to be so shrouded like Briga Tiin was.

Using Force Stun, she hit the padawan dead on with a blast of energy, capable of slowing or stopping her in her tracks. Setzi felt it, but instead of fighting back, allowed herself to be momentarily bewildered. Was this all part of a test for her or for the Sith Lord. She felt the aura of the horned mystic glow for a moment. The creature, an alien race she'd never even seen, was clearly focused on Draco Vereen. The female human stood very still just watching was was about to unfold.

Lowering her hood to display a short pair of horns which arched backwards, her fire-flame hair falling to her shoulders, she kept muscular arm outstretched to make sure the padawan wasn't going anywhere.

"This is unexpected," she said in a low, husky voice, evocative of someone who had been chanting for hours on end in an ancient tongue that no one would recognize.

"I'd been praying for a sign, and here you are. With a guest, but I can handle her."

Taking a couple steps towards the dark-haired man, her amber eyes blazed as though light from behind by yellow crystals. Turning her head towards Setzi, who appeared so ineffective in her frozen pose, she continued, "She can't help you. But I can. You only have to let me in."

Was she real or a hallucination? Only time would tell.

[member="Draco Vereen"]
 
As the situation unfolded, Terol stood to right of them all quite a distance away. Simply watching the events unfold, though holding all four of his hands onto one of his four hilts, ready to ignite at any moment. He felt something different about this man, something he never had felt before - like a bad taste in his mouth as he beamed his eyes over to the group.

He began to walk closer, picking up his pace before stopping a few meters away, scanning over them once more with a slight frown and a tilt of his head. He pursed his lips to speak, before stopping himself. Shaking his head before moving slightly to the right, moving behind [member="Draco Vereen"] in case he were to do anything bad. He remain silent behind them all for several moments, taking it all in.

He adjusted a knob one each of the hilts, each making a quiet, non-noticeable click and the knob reached its turning point, of switching into full frequency instead of training after realizing who they were dealing with.

He began to narrow his eyes onto [member="Briga Tiin"] from behind Draco. Humming a soft tune to himself as he took a few steps back. His movements were irregular, as he slumped down onto the ground sitting and watching them peacefully.
 
Inside the temple the Mandalorian was surprised to see someone eles inside the Temple of the Mystics, there was another, following outside, most likely Setzi's puppy. But the one inside was the one that surprised him most. He turned his head to look back at the Padawan and noticing her stillness. Stasis, he knew that one, but he never played with it during his own training. It did tell him that Setzi wasn't a powerful or as strong as she had been in the past, that her abilities had waned since turning and devoting herself to the light.

Nevertheless, Draco took up a defensive posture in front of the padawan learned and drew his weapon. "I'd really like it, if I didn't start off meeting you with you paralyzing my friend." He leveled his arm at the woman. "It makes me want to hurt you, despite how horny you are." He was serious and joking, always the confident rogue, always a fairly dangerous individual. One person, the four armed species, in the back watching, he caught that one was well. "And you, yeah, I see you sneaking around makes me want to hurt you too." The Force crackled and buzzed around him and he drew it in, pulled it into himself, letting power flow through the web of the Force and into him like a fountain.

He wasn't exactly trapped, still better odds than he had had outside, but it wasn't great. "In fact," His off hand took hold of Naast'beskad and held it with a reverse grip, aiming the buttspike at the horned woman. "It kinda makes me wanna kill you, not trust you. I'd really like to hear some begging, like 'oh please stranger, don't impale me' or something. And I'd love it if it was sincere." Red lightning danced across his fingertips, the ones held out to the horned woman.

[member="Briga Tiin"] [member="Terol Jeero"]
 

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