Hunting for that Needle

[Darth Veles]

Veles stared at [member="Maya Whitelight"] with a blank look in his eyes as she approached as if going to hit him, then lowered her hand. Smiling, the Mon Cal Sith continued pierce her with the gaze of his large amber eyes, knowing as long as he had her son, she wouldn't dare to ruin her chance of meeting the young Zeltron by foolishly attacking the person who could say a word and make the kid disappear from her life forever. The woman's presence reached his own, allowing Avreet to taste Maya's emotions, which in turn gave her an idea of how he felt, the taste of triumph and victory tempered by his calm attitude. As she spoke, he hoped she finally saw the light he offered, only to have that hope shattered by her next words. Veles briefly frowned and shook his head to express his disapproval upon her relevation of seeing herself as a monster, a freak, and then she hit the floor, seemingly becoming hysterical over her choice. The look in the amphibian's eyes soon softened and he pulled the rogue Jedi from the floor into a warm hug, his large mouth kissing her neck. "Stop saying such nonsense and calm down, heavenly,," he gently whispered into her ear and let go of her, only holding her by her shoulders and staring straight into her eyes, "Don't you hear yourself? You have saved so many, you will meet your son, yet you feel like a monster because you have betrayed those silver clowns?" A soft chuckle escaped his lips and the barbel on his chin quivered in amusement.

"I believed you Jedi were willing to sacrifice your lives for the lives of the innocents? It seems it's not so hot, huh... How is that maniac worth more than the innocents, Maya, tell me. Don't you know what you truly fight for? Imagine a galaxy without war, without hunger, without all those tragedies happening only because the Jedi are too blind to see the light we bring." His webbed hands left her shoulders and the Mon Cal circled around the pink skinned woman for a while before stopping behind her, his hands touching the back of her neck and the three suction-cup like holes lovingly kissed her back as he pressed his palms against her flesh, giving her a massage to make her feel more relaxed.

"Slavery. Hunger. Criminality. Speciesism. Corruption. All of that was happening right in front of you, Jedi, and you simply watched and enjoyed the view from your mighty temples. Where is the peace you have promised? Why do you need to deliver medical supplies? Why do children starve to death? Why some people resort to drugs? Why are entire families of sentient beings enslaved and murdered? Because you don't care. You tolerate this mess. You have grown incompetent and lazy, only caring about your own power while the entire galaxy crumbles. We Sith will make things right again. It is natural, when the guard is too weak and incompetent to perform his duty, someone else takes his place. That is what's happening. Of course, a few might get hurt in the process, but isn't eternal peace worth it? Salvation comes with a cost. Judge us not by our methods, but by what we seek to accomplish. Don't you want your son to live in a perfect galaxy?"

 

[Lord Gaius]

His mind floated, open to the Force. He listened intently to Maya, pondering her words with consideration and thought. He understood from where she came. His soothing yet alien voice came to her once more, "My path is that of a Sith-Hunter. A gruelling task and path of loss, sorrow and pain. But I have my resources. I can do all in my power to find your son. He is your blood. I will find him." He let his aura draw on for longer, trying to provide tranquility to Maya. It was a strange sensation to be placed into such deep meditation. He called to her again, "Your son. I sense your connection. I see through you. But this is why I do not hold attachment, and many Jedi practice to set aside attachment. You must too. Attachment is one of our greatest weaknesses. It allows those who wish us harm a way of hurting us, and those around us. Relinquish your attachments, if not for a brief time. Forever will you be this Sith's slave if you do not. To be free once again. Release yourself from attachment." He sent out his personal experiences to her through his memories. A young Hasjo stood on Ossus, before him was Sochi Ru. They were meditating. Sochi Ru's voice cut through the silence, her voice as ever strong as the Jedi Master herself. It was a memory of his. "Purge Padawan, whatever it is you might be worried about, let it go so that you can truly focus on fixing the issue." Hasjo sat there, and slowly the emotions of confusion, attachment, anger and all else began to fade. Slowly in the present, Hasjo pulled away such memories. He had revealed enough to her, and he needed to regain himself. It was mentally exhausting to perform such tasks. He spoke to her a few last words of advice before he would extract himself out of her mind, "Purge Maya. Purge all that worries you. All your fear. Your attachment. Only then will you see what you can do."

Hasjo flexed the muscles within his large eyes. Unlike other species, Nautolans did not have eyelids and thus sleep was entirely different to others. He was capable of preventing his eyes from absorbing light by relaxing the muscles. In essence, it was metaphorically closing his eyes. He glanced around the room, he hadn't noticed the scientists were now closer to him. Standing right against him, poking and prodding with various equipment and tools. Hasjo scanned the room slowly, noting the several fireteams at the only entrance and exit. Then the viewport that allowed other researchers to watch without a chance of harm. The Nautolan hung limp in the chains. He felt relieved. A deep relaxation overcame his senses, even after the strenuous mental abilities he had used to contact Maya. There was only one thing for him to do now; hope. As she believed in him, he would have to believe in her. He couldn't hang from these binds for longer than a day before his joints would begin to dislocate. He couldn't have that. Twelve stormtroopers he counted. He pulled himself back into the force, meditating upon the Force. He left behind his physical restraints to enter a deeper level of conciousness.

@[member="Darth Veles"]
@[member="Maya Whitelight"]

 

[Maya Carrick]

Finding herself straddling two places. Hearing both finding as [member="Hasjo Hallu"] stop speaking thinking of what been all said, in her mind. Finding herself being floated off the floor. As if her body was light as a feather. It seem that her legs was like soft noodles, only to feel herself standing up some how. Looking and blinking straight a head. Causing herself to move her eyes around being called heavenly. Finally taking a deep long breath out of her lips as the parted. Only to find herself deeper in into thought of the words that was spoken to her next. Her eyes closed for some time, as could feel Hasjo voice inside of her one safe place with in her mind. His words would be like that of sweet honey to her. Breeze of fresh air on a spring morning after the dew has started to evaporate.

Finding herself going over and over strangely hearing Master Ru voice the one that open her up to her healing skills. Finding herself rolling over the attachment to let go of all that the sith had twisted into her mind. To let it all go, so there would be nothing to hold her. Clearing her mind until nothing would be left to hold over her. Her emotions would be all by gone. It would be like a crystal snake shedding its skin. Letting this really play in her mind until his voice finally left her. How long had she been with in her mind to her place of peace, a place she know knew how to unlock to go to seek a place to think, an sanctuary.

What was this bring her two, feeling something softly kiss the back of her neck. It had a feeling of different all of it own. Then came his palm of his web hand. It was must powerful, as if every tense place on her neck and back. Seem to be disappearing, along with something else feeling the calmness flow over her. How much at peace she was right now. Nothing to worry about, nothing to think about. It seem to not last long with [member="Darth Veles"] .

His words played to her like that of a string instrument. Hearing the slow fade of all coming to past from her. Finding herself turning slowly to face him as his hands still upon her shoulder and neck. Coming to have to close her eyes, to the fact of what he was doing to was more then relaxing her. It was making her drop her guard more and more. Finding herself to face the fact, he knew how to push her, in a whole different level. Showing it in her eyes the driven passion that was place upon her pinkish eyes of her. Being greeted by fact that what happening to her as she look upon this sith, keeping herself emotions in cheek. "Yes I want my son to have the best Galaxy, one free of fear, one free of greed, one free of darkness, to be replace by hope, love and of the brightest light one can have.", looking at him for the longest time before once again feeling his soften touch upon her skin, finding her legs weaker and weaker. Eyes closing upon themselves finding herself rolling her neck to one side then the other side. I gave hope where there was no hope, I give food where there was no food, I gave medical supplies and attention where there was none.

I'm the beacon the one true light that shine for always in the darkness, to bring hope to the weary. I bring Love where there is none. I am Maya Whitelight, I care for all life forms not matter what or who they all, life is precious. I want there to be no more wars no more battles, no more hate no more killing.

 

[Darth Veles]

Smiling even more, the Mon Cal looked down with his cybernetic eye, finding her hand, while the left orb maintained the eye contact between them. Reaching out with his flippered hand and gently taking the smaller petite hand of the Zeltron, the Sith held it gently in his webbed claws, the right eye glancing back to gaze into her face. If he could, he would have sent her some of his energy, but his Sith training did not teach him how to do that, the thing most healers did when they parted with their own Force energy and sent it into the body where it was needed. Veles could take energy from others, even release the Dark Side itself from his fingertips, the mysteries of the healing arts escaped him though. It did not worry him much; an assassin had no need of the power to heal the others, and the medpac on his belt was more than enough help if needed. And yet, he regretted not having the option to send some of his energy to [member="Maya Whitelight"], letting her feel the Dark Side was not harmful if used carefully. The Mon Calamari Knight did not even suffer from the Dark Side of the Force corrupting his body, like it has done to so many others.

"Maya," said the Sith Knight softly, hoping the woman could sense his joy again, to let her know there was no darkness right now, no hate burning in his heart like when he entered the battle, that he held no ill feelings towards her. "I want the same thing. Really. A galaxy where I see only happy faces of people, where nobody needs to beg for food and fight for someone's twisted ideals, where good medical care is taken for granted and not a privilege. A galaxy where you can stay with your son, be a good mother to him and love him as you always wanted instead of risking your life every day and not devoting your relationship enough time. But before we have a perfect galaxy, we have to fight for it. There will be more hate and killing, there is no doutb about that. Your corrupt order will fight to the death, sacrificing billions of lives in a foolish attempt to save itself, like a wounded animal viciously attacking those who want to put it out of its misery. In the end, the Sith will prevail though. Because there are two certainties in life; death, and that this galaxy will be united under a prosperous order. One of abundance, happiness, justice, peace, where everyone, all species, men, women, strong and weak have their place in the order. But those who will stand in the way of eternal peace, those will suffer greatly in this perfect galaxy. There will be no place for them; they will hide for the rest of their lives like outlaws."

Shutting his eyes for a brief moment, Veles took a deep breath before opening the amber bulbous orbs, his gaze showing calmness and looking into the Zeltron's pink eyes. "Join us while you can, my dear Maya. Do it for the galaxy, for your son's bright future. Don't oppose the Sith. Embrace us. Don't fear the Dark Side... in time, you will learn how to use it, control it. Please my dear, let me be your guide." The palms of his hands opened and let the young woman go while Veles lowered his head in a respectful bow.

 

[Lord Gaius]

His mind snapped out of that void he had drawn himself into. His wrists and ankles pushed against his restraints. He adjusted his eyes, allowing light to be absorbed. He saw the scientists jolt back - surprised. He had no idea how long he had been out for. Perhaps they were used to him being motionless. The stormtroopers quickly shouldered their blasters, taking a single cautionary step forward. Hasjo relaxed. His muscles were no longer sore as the force ebbed and flowed over the ligaments and joints. The force was soothing the strain on them. He rested backwards, hanging limp once more. The scientists resumed their attempts at dismantling non-vital pieces of the suit. So far they had managed to remove the left wrist plating, which held a basic transceiver. Underneath, his skin was consumed by a bodysuit that prevented parasites and germs from attaching to his flesh. They hovered around, chattering and bickering about the design of the wrist plate and gauntlet.

Hasjo reached out to Maya, attempting to relocate her mind once more. There were thousands upon thousands are walking throughout the ship. Her presence was familiar, and when he found her, he knew it was her. He called out to her in his natural voice, attempting to penetrate her mind once more with his aura, "Purge Maya. Let there be nothing but peace, and you will see the way. I'm coming to help you." He sent a wave of the light side to her. Honesty, compassion, mercery, self-sacrifice. These were the things that defined the Light Side. Not warmongering, but peace. This was the way of Ashla. He violently pulled himself out of his meditation. Once more he shook against his restraints. The metal viciously creaked and bent under his strength. The force was his ally, empowering him with it's flow. Alone he was as strong as two men, but with Ashla as his ally. He had surmounted enough power to break his holds. He thrust his arms and legs, simultaneously breaking past the metal bonds that had him hang from the ceiling. He held out his left hand, the gauntlet and wrist guard the scientists had obtained flung back towards him. The metal snapped back into place, clicking shut over the bodysuit that had been revealed. Blaster fire opened, grazing his chest piece. Hasjo turned, sprinting for the viewport where silent observers stood shocked. He held out his hand, encroaching the transparisteel with the power of the force. He curled his hand into a fist and the transparisteel shattered. The metalloid Nautolan dived through the opening and ducked for cover.

Although she had turned on him. He would try again. He always would for his friends. He would lay his life down for her if the need called. Now he needed to find her, to bring her back into the fold. This Sith was clearly abusing her son to torment her into doing what he bid. He knew this Sith had a venomous tongue, and Hasjo did not doubt he was using it upon her. Twisting her mind to make her do his work. He snapped back into reality and thundered down the room towards the door. A stormtrooper blocked the way. Hasjo lowered his shoulder and slammed into the trooper, knocking him off his feet and onto the ground in the hallway. The Exotic Weapons Master reached down, wrenching the blaster from the soldiers hands. Shouldering the weapon, Hasjo turned to make several potshots towards the entrance into the laboratory he had been, warning the others to stay back. He raced down the hall knowing he was once more outnumbered and vastly outgunned. He only prayed the Council had received his message in time, and that Maya would help him as he is going try to help her. He broke his way into a service tram, climbing through an engineers hatch at the top of the elevator and pulling himself up into the open shaft.

[member="Darth Veles"]
[member="Maya Whitelight"]

 

[Maya Carrick]

A strangeness washed over her to feel what could only be [member="Darth Veles"]. As if he was trying to do something for her but couldn't. Looking at him with a great puzzlement to the fact of what he was trying or wanted to do but couldn't. Feeling he met her no harm at all with her hands very much wrapped into his larder web hands. " Avreet", , letting all that was spoken to her sink in. Not only what spoken about having peace to all the galaxy. What Hasjo spoken to her struck at her very core could he get her son back. Until then could she be strong enough to hold onto hope. Knowing that Hasjo is with honor his word he never broken it to her before. Fully knowing that only make things just that much more jumbo up inside of her.

Bring back to Veles looking upon him. Only now again his eyes upon her waiting for her answer. All was flowing around her the softness of the one standing in front of him. All this time he hadn't try to kill her. Shaking her head he had tried his best to do just that at the battle. Even wound was cover so she couldn't see it. It was there would always be there. Finding herself reaching her hand down to where it would be leaving his hand. Hearing his words afterwards. Truly was he had done what he did to her. Knowing that it had been all on her by lie told. Until he fully understood who she really to be. In ways of some looked upon her as weak, for the way she was, only those that truely close to her. Understood full what was in her heart. Also, what she carried inside of her.

Only this time it was different he wasn't trying to get information from her upon which she stood strong. Letting all else come to her as she went deeper inside of herself to the place of her sanctuary. All flowing around her as if to spend out of control. Finding herself to the point of knowing what she had to do, to keep from loosing herself follow. Could she do it only to life with her own decision. Purge Maya. Let there be nothing but peace, and you will see the way. I'm coming to help you..

The begging to the end, as one would have it be a meaning of life. Walking towards the blinding light as she did. All in all she was became weaken, by this new found place of hers. More then every she needed to explore this and to learn to use it in the way it truly was met to be used. Letting the flow of hers, come out only to find that his hands was no longer in front of her. Feeling the one hand upon her shoulder as where the other one was couldn't have guess. Truly in this all, I ask that I don't loose who I am, I am still one that will not touch a blade to kill out right. Unless my own life is in danger, do you understand this Lord Veles. Well, you try to change this in me. To guild me into a mirror that I would no long recognize myself.
Letting her own hand come up. The softness of her very small slender hand. Brushed up against his lips this time as if to make sure he didn't speak until she had finished her own thought. My son is all I want back, to love him like a mother truly should. To you stop using him as some kind of pawn. I am nothing more then a simple healer, why take me on with you, to be my guild..Lord.

Getting some more far way as if she blanked out again. Now something far way as if her mother was whispering to her. Stonger you must be, stronger then you think you are. Greater is the power that lays with in you. Until truly you have ...

Stronger I must be..To purger...to give...to sacrifice.

[member="Darth Veles"][member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Darth Veles]

The fingers touching his lips were hardly necessary; the Sith Knight listened to what she had to say without interrupting, though his expression let her know he definitely wasn't happy with her words. Veles rolled his eyes and shook his head in frustration once she finished. He had offered her much, more than any other Sith would, but the woman still hesitated, unwilling to join the Sith. First because she believed they were all evil monsters, until Avreet came. Then because she did not want to betray her Silver Jedi, until she took down her Nautolan colleague. Now the Zeltron feared becoming a monster. Taking a deep breath, Veles calmed down in a second, knowing that he could not allow his feelings to get the better of him. The question was whether there was any advancement in his attempts to make Maya join the right side. Did each broken chain signal a step forward, or merely a loop in a circle as breaking one caused the previous chain to repair itself? Veles was a patient Sith, but he had no wish to waste his time with a zealous Jedi who would repeat the same thing over and over. "If you lose who you are, it will be your fault, not mine. If you change so much you no longer recognize yourself, do not blame me or the Sith for it. It depends entirely on you what you're going to do, how you're going to live and by what rules. According to laws or not, with or without a personal code to guide you..." His hand reached towards her head and one of the clawed fingers tapped on her forehead. "You are stubborn, [member="Maya Whitelight"], or perhaps completely brainwashed by your demented religion. You can meet your son, you can help the galaxy, you can help us achieve peace, yet you toss my kind offer away simply because you are scared. You fear the Dark Side, fear what it might do to you."

The amphibious Sith shook his large domed head again and moved his hand away from her forehead. "What even makes you think you have to suddenly become a terrible person? We're talking about changing sides, not personality. If you'd suddenly have an urge to hurt sentient beings instead of helping them the moment you joined us, then it is hardly a problem of being a Sith rather than some sort of... mental illness? The Dark Side of the Force really does not make you kill people... Have a little faith in the Sith, Maya." Sighing softly, the Mon Calamari was about to add something when the comlink on his wrist beeped. Answering it, a hologram of one of the doctors greeted him. "What is it," asked the Sith, his expression neutral. "The prisoner has escaped, my lord. He...," Darth Veles turned around, swiftly turning on his heels and his hand activated the device next to the door. "This is Lord Veles speaking. It seems our Jedi friend is running around the ship again. Set your weapons to stun and shoot him on sight." The nature of the Jedi's armor, on which [member="Hasjo Hallu"] depended to survive was most likely heavily resistant to blaster fire, stun bolts might be more effective in this situation. Turning back to Maya, smiling, the Sith shook his head. "We'll wait for him here, my dear. I hope you haven't had a sudden change of heart in the last few minutes... Betraying me at this point would be very unwise, Maya," the Sith chuckled. Truly, the pink skinned woman couldn't go back to her order after what she did, not without having to answer for her actions.

 

[Maya Carrick]

That was it she feared the darkside what it could do to her. Feeling her lessons come flowing back to her. If fear let into your heart as could hear her mothers words. Only then could the darkness start to corrupt don't fear anything. Embrace all, learn from all situation. Closing her eyes upon which she could only listen and finally find herself at a cross roads. This place she found deep inside of her mind. Be her only salvation in what was to come.

Riding out the the waves that was now flowing every so faster at her. Hearing for herself that Hasjo had gotten himself out. Coming to feel the emotions inside of Veles. Finding her legs bending and going to the floor. Closing her eyes for a time, until his words was spoke to her. Those few words struck home to her. All she could do was to think over all and start to ask. "I know its up to me my fate is in my hands as my sons fate is in your hands and mind. I will not betray you, Lord Veles I give you mind word as Healer, as a person.", letting her eyes drop to the floor as drops came from her eyes. To what she just said, what she had to do. Now came the waiting game, that what it would be a waiting game. As time went by noting came for her or even to feel Hasjo presents in the force near her new location. Knowing more then anything the game had been won by Lord Veles. Going deep into her meditation more so that she had found her place deeper with in her. There she stay to blocking out all that was around her until. Feeling his web hand upon her shoulder, taking a while to bring her to.

Eyes feeling with emotions as if she had been crying inwards after all. With her empathy came great understanding that she had this heart that ways let her empathy out in all situations. In this would keep her from loosing it or changing that she so feared from not understand the dark side fully. Avreet, what do you want of me., looking up at him fully now feel the tears being washed away. Dropping her head again to the floor, only to feel her head being turn upwards again. I have no weapons, my skills I have devoted to as been of the healing nature.

[member="Darth Veles"][member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Darth Veles]

His stare widened as she fell to the floor again under the pressure of all the emotions and thoughts swirling in her body. As much as he valued her for staying true to her beliefs, the Mon Calamari recognized the young woman's emotions were her glaring weakness. [member="Maya Whitelight"] cried, tears poured from her eyes, but this time Veles made no move to comfort her, no words to stop her came out of his mouth. What more could he say, really? He had offered his reassuring hug to the rogue Jedi for far too many times, no more would he wipe off her tears into his sleeve. The Sith's amber eyes coldly watched her and he allowed no emotion of his to be caught by the Zeltron's empathy. It was not until she looked up, her teary eyes showing all sorts of emotions, that the Mon Cal finally spoke, his voice stern and face stone.

"What do I want?" he repeated the question, frowning, "I want you to stop it. Stop lying to yourself, stop lying to me. I may know where your son is, but his life and well-being lie in your hands, not mine. It is your decision that prompts me to take an action that will affect Connor." One of his hands reached to the belt and unclipped the lightsaber [member="Hasjo Hallu"] has given to her before she knocked him out. "I know all Jedi know how to use a lightsaber. Each one of them knows how to fight, and knows it well. Your medical training does not mean you do not know how to defend yourself." Veles said and offered her to take the lightsaber from his open palm, "If you still have the strength to help me, please use this to remove the Nautolan's hand once I block his lightsaber. I will keep him budy enough so he won't have time to attack you."

His eyes once again stared at her, suspicious. Turning around to use the intercom, the Mon Calamari kept one of his eyes looking at her behind his back. After pressing a specific combination of buttons, he could communicate with the bridge. "Yes, my lord?" asked a fearful voice of the officer, no doubt scared of a Jedi freely running on the ship. "Contact our forces on Coruscant and request an assistance of another Sith," ordered the amphibious assassin and upon hearing the confirmation, hang up. Before facing Maya again, the Sith did not move for several long seconds, the only indication for Maya that the world hasn't stopped was that his chest moved as he breathed. When he suddenly moved, his head positioned to allow him to face the rogue Jedi, Veles spoke again. "And finally, I want you to stop being hysterical. Either stay strong and live with the decisions you have made today, or allow your weakness to reduce you back to a slave of the Silver Jedi. But do not get controlled by your emotions!"

 

[Maya Carrick]

"Yes, I have basic training, with a saber.", speaking those last few word. Going to give away that was her weakness when it came to facing someone in a duel. Her own skills laid in the force itself. That much had made sure to train hard in. Using all around her to her advantage at the right time. To know when to have the patient. Looking down at the saber in hand. With the snap hiss it came a live. Letting herself get the feel of it knowing she would need both hands to keep it under control of the blue blade.

Shutting it off, as she once again look at him. Words he spoke hit her hard, home he drove a stake. Feeling that one of the main reason she didn't have her own emotions to be under control. With all that happen such a short amount of time did she over load it or to loose control so much. Closing her eyes as she time. "Your right, Lord Veles I have let my emotions control me to long, to have them be my weakness. I have control over all my action leading up to this very moment in time. From the first time we met, knowing that some twisted way my fate would be weaved into yours. Not wanting to face this full or hand on. Clearing letting my emotions hold me and control me like a string puppet, as it has. No more will that be, I need to fact what I have done will be come. If its to walk by myself so be it, I will have to relay on myself, to learn to once again be strong take my choice not look back on them, but to push on."

Giving a long drawn out breath before she let once again, "I"m ready to take a ,"hold of my own fate.",[member="Darth Veles"] walking to a place as if she looking out into the star be on. Letting herself brush against [member="Hasjo Hallu"] mind finding it whispering one word through the force. fate, will be it today. , Finding herself reaching out to where he rested in a very well place in a shift. Waiting drawling his strength.

 

[Darth Veles]

Veles gave his companion a pleasant smile, [member="Maya Whitelight"] would be able to tell through her empathy that her words pleased him greatly. Hopefully the Zeltron words were more than just empty promises and things the Mon Calamari Sith Knight wanted to hear just like so many times before. If she spoke the truth though, it marked a large progress, she just had to make the last step and open the door he had guided her towards. "And so another of the chains restricting you is shattered," the young assassin said with admiration in his voice, "You are stronger than before, don't you feel it? I, as a Sith, have always lived in the dark depths of the ocean of the Force. But you... you have been living on the light the surface, fearing the unknown, believing monsters to waiting for you in the ocean as you've been told by the ones like you. You are not like them though, my dear Maya; you were stronger than them and descended down with me acting as your guide, only to find a whole new world. There are no monsters, and while the world you see at the bottom of the sea is new, vastly different from what you know and you probably don't understand it yet, you want to know what it has to offer. The love for your son may have seemed like a weakness, but now you realize it is a strength helping you to find what you really are."

That amphibian took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again, the webbed hands rested on Maya's shoulders, holding her firmly, yet gently. "Will you join us, Maya Whitelight? Will you allow me to become your teacher? Think of how much you can learn from us; how much we can learn from you. If you combine your Light Side arts of healing with our Dark Side version, you will become the most powerful healer in the galaxy... Your knowledge of Light and Dark will make you very strong, and soon you will not differentiate between the two aspects; you will command the Force as a whole, as it should be." His amber eyes glittered with passion as he stared at her, awaiting the definite answer. There was still the other rogue Jedi that had to be dealt with, but Veles knew there would be no reasoning with the man. People like [member="Hasjo Hallu"] were blind, refusing to see the light the Sith so kindly offered. The problem would be solved once the message sent to Coruscant reached ears of the right people...

 

[Maya Carrick]

As he spoke of the force as a whole could it be side that one could control both side with out falling truly to the dark side of the force to do monstrous act. It seem a lot do when dark creeps in to take over their mind body and soul. Looking him deep with in her large eyes of color of they was down to the black orbs of his. "Yes, I'll join you, [member="Darth Veles"], be my teacher so I have a better understand of your side of the force. ", knowing the danger of the words she had just spoken. It was more in a way to make sure she would survive through this all. Knowing deep with in her soul she would keep true to her own beliefs that made her Maya. It would help her to fully understand the darkside those who choice to use it.

It was true she was doing this for her son, all of it or was it going deeper then that. Letting her self think more into what she was about to step into. Know that could do this, as she walk into the unknown. Playing with something she didn't understand, only to know there would be light where she would go, do or the choice she would make from now on. Lending into him to give him a soft kiss upon his cheek, to pull it back.

 

[Darth Veles]

"Excellent!" Veles made a happy motion with his eyes, truly pleased the woman had finally made the right choice. For how long though, that remained to be seen. The Mon Cal still found himself not trusting her; a precaution or two would be necessary until she passed the point of no return. Was there even such thing though? As some Jedi who saw the Sith inevitable victory during the battle of Coruscant changed their sides, it would be just as easy for them to betray the Sith. Naturally, a dog that has bitten its master twice would find it harder to find a new owner, though the Jedi were not exactly the most clever bunch when it came to taking traitors back among their ranks. No, definitely not a group of intelligent people, though it was fairly obvious their leaders did not want their subjects to ask questions. Here Padawan, have a lightsaber and make the galaxy a better place to live by killing every single person who questions our holy right to do whatever we want! Or at least that was the Jedi sentiment in Veles' eyes, he had no intention of getting close enough to one of the many Jedi Masters to find out.

"Your training will start immediately after you meet your son and have some rest. You'll need it," the amphibious Sith blinked, "I also have a personal request. I want to learn from you. About the Light Side, how to use it and control it. I'd also like you to introduce me to Force healing." A short pause, the large amber eyes slightly narrowing. "But before you can be introduced to the others and become a Sith, we have to take care of the Jedi first..." Veles moved back to the communication device, his gravelly voice transmitted to the officers on the bridge. "This is Lord Veles. Any updates?" "Yes, my lord," the voice coming from the intercom answered quickly, filling the otherwise silent room, "We will be exiting hyperspace shortly. The request of a Sith assistance has been answered by [member="Darth Shara"]." "Excellent. In the short window after exiting the hyperspace and before Lord Shara's arrival, the Jedi will probably make an attempt to escape. Set the shields in all hangars on and only turn it off in the one Lord Shara will land in. Also, activate the inner defense systems in all hangar bays - I want any spacecraft that comes on to be blasted into pieces and pay special attention to the Mon Calamari ship of our guest. Also notify our gunners manning the turrets... as soon as anything parts with the Deliverance, destroy it."

Veles cut the connection, leaving the two Force sensitives alone. Thinking for a bit, frown forming on his face, the assassin contemplating the various possibilities of the Jedi escaping. The amphibian quickly cheered up though as he turned to [member="Maya Whitelight"], her joining marked a little victory for the Sith. "Lord Shara is one of our most renowned members," explained the young Sith, "He is a great warrior. Much greater than I could ever hope to become."

 

[J3C0]

Darth Shara arrived upon the Deliverance almost the instance that the ship dropped out of hyperspace. Coruscant had hundreds upon hundreds of hyperspace buoys that made it easy to detect where a ship would drop out of hyperspace, especially if it was using regular routes like the Deliverance. So it took Shara's shuttle only a moment to pinpoint the drop out location, and reach it within a few heartbeats. There the shuttle then sent its recognition codes, and was of course let aboard.

The shuttle touched down, lowering its ramp the instance the landing gear struck the floor.

A sound like rolling thunder made its way down the ramp, the massive ten foot tall Sith Lord taking slow methodical steps into the hangar bay, his visage terrifying, but almost inviting with a strange grin upon it. He looked around the hangar bay, inspecting the ship and its crew with keen beady black eyes.

Normally, Shara did not like starships. They were small and confined and he had a habit of...breaking them, once inside. Most Star Destroyers were large enough for Shara to move around in unhindered, but corvettes and smaller proved...difficult for him.

This ship was more than large enough for him, but still he was uneasy about breaking things.

With a shrug of his massive shoulders Shara stepped completely off the ramp of the shuttle and onto the Hangar Deck of the Destroyer, letting out a soft sigh as he moved into the ship.
[member="Darth Veles"] [member="Hasjo Hallu"] [member="Maya Whitelight"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

Deep within the bowels of the ship he hid. Hasjo Hallu sat cross-legged, his hands gently draped over his kneecaps. His eyes were relaxed. His breathing was few and in-between. He had placed himself into a deep meditative state. He was controlling his bodies natural processes. His body required one-tenth of oxygen it normally would. His metabolism and breathing had been slowed to an almost standstill. To all outward appearances, Hasjo would seem dead. Life sensors would only register a faint flicker. He was gathering his strength and power. His consciousness drifted through the endless void of his mind. He could feel Maya attempting to locate him, but he pushed against her. He couldn't risk being found - not yet.

[member="Darth Shara"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Maya Whitelight"]

(Short post because Hasjo has been doing this ever since he escaped - and will continue to for some time. There's little else to describe, sorry.)

 

[Darth Veles]

After being notified the gargantuan Sith Lord was about to land in one of the docks, the amphibious Knight nodded towards the new 'ally', [member="Maya Whitelight"], to get her attention. "Lord Shara is here. Come, we'll meet him." Opening the door and allowing the female Zeltron leave first before exiting himself, marching in the direction of the right hangar with Maya at his heels. To beings not used to navigate though such large ships, it might look impossible to take the right turn here and there, even with the signs plastered on the walls. Once one understood the general layout, the task became much easier, especially since the young Sith could feel the more experienced Sith as soon as [member="Darth Shara"]'s ship found its place. It took only a few minutes, several rides in various elevators and many more hallways before they reached the hangar. The Sith Lord's presence could easily be felt by the two who were about to enter the room, and while the amphibian did not doubt Maya found it scary, Veles thought it to be strangely soothing.

"Lord Shara. Thank you for sparing your precious time to assist us. Please excuse the captain's absence. She has to monitor the situation as we speak," the Mon Cal politely said after going through the door and pacing towards the giant, stopping few meters away from him and offering the man a small bow. "This," his webbed hand waved towards the former rogue Jedi, his eyes never leaving the figure of the large Sith, "Is Maya Whitelight, one of the main healers in the Silver Jedi Order, who wishes to join us. Then we have a formidable Jedi warrior, a Nautolan, somewhere on the ship. He's hiding." Veles allowed a smile to appear on his face for a brief moment. "I believe he is one of the head figures of the army the Silver Jedi have put together, as he's been seen leading their troopers to battle for many times. Me and our new associate have already captured him, though he escaped despite our best efforts to stop it from happening. He wears an armor that keep him alive and is believed to be armed only with a blaster at the moment."

Veles unclipped [member="Hasjo Hallu"]'s lightsaber pike from his belt and showed the unusual weapon to the Sith Lord. "This was his primary weapon of choice. An interesting choice of material; cortosis. Both the design of the weapon and what it is made from, just as the man's skill until the one he came to rescue turned on him, lead me to believe he is a particularly experienced Knight or a Master. One I do not dare to look for on my own... The ship is on high alert, the only plausible escape route is one of the ships in the hangars. The gunners are ordered to destroy anything that attempts to leave, though the Jedi would have to get though the hangar shields first. Several man are wounded, none dead so far. What do you suggest, Lord Shara?" Veles asked, leaving it to the more powerful and vastly more experienced Sith.

 

[Maya Carrick]

Feeling the ship make a exit out of hyperspace finding herself looking over at Veles. To wait with her head down and her eyes closed. Brought out of herself. Speaking that a Lord Shara just made it on board. Reaching out with her own force, what she felt only made her want to stay in this room. Knowing that with out a doubt that wasn't going to happen. Walking through the door before him. With out a single word she followed only to feel as if they was walking around in circles.

Darkness of such a powerful sith in the force started to over come her. It twisted in her stomach. Wanting nothing more to flee away from this area. At less to full herself with herself. Getting her first look at this Lord, her breath stuck in her. Having to look way upwards towards the Sith Lord. Finding herself knowing she would have to face sith like [member="Darth Shara"] sooner or later. Veles speaking her own name come forwards, only not as strong one that showed hesitated. Knowing to show weakness wouldn't be the best move, in this situation. Calling upon the force to give her the straighten she need at this very moment. "Lord Shara, I'm Knight..I was Knight Healer.", knowing that he was strip of her robes. Put in a black shirt and pants. "Veles so kindly to strip me of EVERY thing when taken on board." ,[member="Darth Veles"] so there was more then the robes had on with the few weapons she carried on her at all time.

Her mind wonder towards [member="Hasjo Hallu"] hoping that he was somewhere safe, now not able to feel him in the force only to find herself wondering outwards. Coming back to the the hear and now.

 

[J3C0]

Shara liked Veles. Though the One Sith was filled with aliens, it was not often that a Mon Calamari Sith rolled around. That distinction made Veles unique, much like Shara himself, something that the great Darth appreciated very much. It was that appreciation that had made Shara come here today, that appreciation that had prompted him to come aboard this vessel.

He listened to the status report, nodding along for a moment before letting out a loud sigh.

“You have done well.” It was the truth, this was a task not many could pull off, and as his eyes flicked over to the Zeltron Shara seemed to think on something for a moment then returned those black beady eyes to Veles. “Have all non-essential crew return to their quarters and stay there, your other previous Orders stand. Send probe droids into the air ducts and engineering spaces and have the rest of the ship strip searched sector by sector by our troopers. If they find him, they are not to engage, but alert us instead, enough damage has already been done.”

Keeping casualties to a minimum was important, they were Sith, not butchers of their own troops. Some of his brothers threw away lives as though they were nothing, but Shara did not. He preferred to use his own hands, rather than needlessly waste lives.

“We will flush him towards us, and take him alive.” Inspecting the Jedi's weapon Shara growled slightly. He could smell the cortosis on the weapon. The mineral made the inside of his nose itch in an unpleasant way, though it was no great obstacle now.

Frowning slightly Shara's gaze shifted. To the woman at Veles' side. She was the key to bringing the other Jedi out, she would need to stay close to Veles, and eventually he would come to her. “Hide that weapon where the Jedi won't find it.”

Then the Sith Lord turned to regard Maya, massive black eyes staring into her very soul.

“Do not worry little Jedi.” His voice was like rumbling thunder. “No harm will come to you from my hand, or any others, as long as you do not harm my brothers.”

He didn't address the things that had been taken from her, those would be returned later, if she proved trustworthy.

 

[Darth Veles]

The Mon Cal nodded, intently listening to [member="Darth Shara"]. Both of his eyes remained fixed at the large alien, save for the moment [member="Maya Whitelight"] mentioned the amphibian stripped her of everything. The right eye swiveled to give her a death glare, while he had truly removed everything from her body; it was a standard procedure to ensure she had no concealed weapons. The probability of her trying something that could bring harm to her or the crew was drastically reduced once she stood naked with nothing to protect her. The decision has proven to be a wise one, but Veles did not comment on her complaint. If everything went well, she'd get her belongings back soon and finally reunite with her son.

Continuing to take in Shara's words, Veles occasionally nodded. He liked the man's plan. It was reasonable, logical; the amphibious Sith appreciated that, knowing not every Sith would be concerned about the ordinary troopers. It was unfortunate; the Sith Knight understood sacrifices were sometimes necessary, as a commander had to be pragmatic and ready to send his men to throw their lives away as long as it was a worthy sacrifice. Searching for any reason to torture or kill their own soldiers was something entirely different though. It was not necessary or beneficial in any way; it was just plain idiotic. Even the most pragmatic commander who cared nothing for his troops had to know such acts supported mutiny, turning the hate of the soldiers from the enemy towards their leader.

"Yes, Lord Shara," Veles said firmly in acknowledgement of his orders and turned on his heels, pacing towards the intercom device on the wall and pressing a button to connect him with the corresponding officers. "All non-essential crew is to return to their quarters and stay there until further notice. Send probe droids into the air ducts and engineering spaces and have the rest of the ship strip searched sector by sector by our troopers. If they find him, they are not to engage, but alert us instead." Veles said, relaying the orders of Lord Shara while thinking where to hide the Jedi's weapon. The hilt, a 60 cm long shaft of cortosis and durasteel. A smirk formed on the Mon Cal's face as an idea came to his mind. Raising his eyes up towards the ceiling, he noticed how high the lights were, along with support beams and pipes running all over the ceiling. Telekinetically lifting the lightsaber there, the Mon Calamari focused on placing it one one of the wide pipes, getting it stuck in the tight space between the pipe and the ceiling. The Jedi probably wouldn't look in there while pursued by two Sith.

"I believe that should be enough," stated the amphibious alien, turning his large domed head to look back at the two.

 

[Maya Carrick]

It came to her own instinct came into play. Reaching out to get a feel for this Sith Lord, all against her own feeling. Knowing that could get a slap in her face by the force. It had to been know if this was but a roost. Did this one care for life as much as she came to see Veles does. Finding thought to give her any more then what his words to be true. Wanting to speak ask more question that brought to her mind. Thinking more on the matter at hand this wasn't the time or maybe even the place.

Getting to the matter at hand only it as if he knew what still in the back of her mind about knowing not what he would be doing with her. Finding herself only to give herself a nod in respect. "Mi'lord Shara you have my word, no harm will come to you are anyone in your order, I just ask that respect be given to some of my stuff I keep, I will keep them all under control the best I can, after all we are dealing with nature and creatures of the force..."

Being cut off, to find herself watching the main weapon of [member="Hasjo Hallu"] be lifted upward to a place that only she knew wouldn't see the night of day again. Flashing back to the day they had gathered the crystal that need for the order. Thinking on more then this would only give into the emotions that wasn't need. Putting once again those back under control.

Knowing that more then anything they was right that he would try and found her to get them out of him. These sith know all to well these the nature of how their own order has bonded. Now wasn't the right time to come to think upon this matter. Reaching out even those she was with [member="Darth Veles"] didn't mean she had just put a slide her friendship with Hasjo no she want nothing more to see no harm to come upon him. Could she face with what could come to be if something did happen to him.