I'm gonna fight 'em off

[Coren Starchaser]

What had even happened? Coren wasn’t sure. There was so much going on in his life lately. From the work with the Underground especially. He had a good life going on right now, he was a leading professor at one of the galaxy’s premier Astronautical Academy. On top of that? He was working for the Frontiers Corps as a navigator, a job he was made for. And finally? He was working for the Underground. And that last job? That was the kicker. That was what made Coren so angry right now.

The reason he flew back to Laekia, after dropping Chiss refugees off at an Underground safe house, and the reason he even asked for a moment away from his other partner, Rekha Kaarde. He needed to think. He tucked the Tachyon Rising on the Dawn Treader and it was going to head out to the Event Horizon, where it would assist in breaking the navigation problem between Solovarna and the rest of the Blood Trail.

He made a few calls and worked on getting a pair of Niathal Shuttles and if possible, one of the Forerunner Vessels to be delivered out to Laekia. Both with blank transponders so he could work with them. They’d be set for Onderon, and that was fine by him. Any place in the Republic, especially for the mission he had planned.

But now? No. He was wandering through one of the Sanctum’s Force-specific buildings. He needed to do something to get his head on straight. Right now? He was falling into the wild tides of the Force, he was not thinking, and he needed to fix that. Light armor, based off of Scout Trooper armor, without the helmet was on his body, and he was using his saber to tear through some training droids. But it wasn’t enough. Anyone who came near would feel the heat rolling off Coren. The purpose. The dark desire.

[member="Jericho"]

 

[Jericho]

Jericho floated quietly within the the sanctum buildings, a place he could call home. He was enjoying the sight of cities from the building, and set his feet onto the floor once he was donw with this meditation. Then he felt something he hadn't in a long while, something dark within a member on the Sanctum he looked and spotted the person quickly. His eyes met with the face of [member="Coren Starchaser"] from what he heard he was a bright young man filled with much potential. Jericho sighed when he felt a change in Coren, maybe it was just something one the man's mind something maybe more. Jericho walked to the balcony the the building and jumped landing gracefully a few feet from the knight and walked up towards him. He stared down the man for a moment before raising a hand and shoving the man's shoulder to watch how he would react.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Coren was the type of Forcer who used Shien. He fought hard, and he fought to protect. Some day, he might get himself a nice Vibranium shield. But right now? A lightsaber would do him fine. Hell, right now? He didn’t even want to be on his own ship, where his life was, so he didn’t harm the vibe up there with how he was rolling. But on the planet? And in the Sanctum building? He didn’t care. What he wanted to do was call up the Underground, fill the members into Levantine Fleet and sack Coruscant.

But for now? He’d have to deal with pummeling training droids. Stun and drain attacks didn’t work here, it was all good old fashioned lightsaber work. And of course, the resulting molten slag. He took a breath to center himself, and extinguished the orange blade. He needed to get back to being the Coren the Dawn Treader crew knew him as. He needed work.

Then there was someone else. Coren was cautious, he felt and heard the man, [member="Jericho"], if he was not mistaken, land. But when the shove came, that he was not expecting. Gripping the hilt harder, his eyes were dark, fury and storm. Lightsaber not activated but the Force was spooling around Coren.

 

[Jericho]

The warrior was heavily armored as he always was and wore his white battletorn robes. His black mask covered half of his face. Jericho anaylzed the man before him and from what he could tell from the battered bots he was strong more physically and skilled with the saber. Before he shoved the man, Jericho watched his form and orange saber. And it seemed the man relied heavily on that strength at least at the moment. Seeing that the man refused to fight on his first provoke, he wasn't really just a sith just a man with much one his mind. Jericho wasn't a man of word and could not speak to him of what of what was on his mind, rather he would see it from his action. Being the man (a lorrdian) Jericho was, he once more raise a hand and this time pushed the man's face and provoke him once more.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Coren didn’t armor up. He wore light armor. But now? With the fething Sith? He was going to need to adjust. The ExCon suit was great for Csilla, but if they tracked that? There was no way they’d be able to identify it, they didn’t get fething close enough. He had the Force, he could’ve stopped it. And that was why he didn’t go heavy with his armor loads. He was light, he was fast, he could kite the ever living poodoo out of the enemy.

But here? This man? Don’t start with Coren. The Force lit up around him, and that meant Coren recognized him as an organic, and right now? A target. When the next push came, Coren allowed himself to fall, to get himself some distance. The Corellian was a pilot but trade, but right now? The Force was burning, and he was starting to flash back.

Darth Venator. Not him, no, a teacher. Sort of.

Instructor in the dark side, to counter act his father’s light side training. Left hand on the ground, saber in his right, the explorer got to one knee and threw his hand out at [member="Jericho"], all ill intent and thirsty tendrils of the Force reaching for the other’s aura.

 

[Jericho]

He could feel the turbulence within the man before him the battle within him between the dark and the light. A conflict Jericho was familiar with until he recently found a near perfect balance of his own. The man fell back several feet after Jericho shoved him, gaining some distance but remained low keeping a defensive stance. One hand on the ground and the other up with saber in hand to attempt keep Jericho at bay. It was then he felt the force around him began to drain. The knight had such a powerful skill, but it was raw, it was clouded and the ability was rendered weak, in laymen terms. Jericho took a deep breath in and them slowly and continue let the force flow and concentrate the flow to the throat and unleashed a powerful bellow at the [member="Coren Starchaser"]. Aiming to continue his provoking assault at the man, if he wanted to let out frustration this was his chance.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Turbulence? That was the word for this. That was a very good word for what was going on in Coren’s head. It was how his thoughts were bouncing around, forming on raw emotion, but not forming with any substance. They were bubbling to the surface and rolling back in. It didn’t matter, everything was coming and going.

He was like a diuretic seagull.

Coren was not your average Knight. He’d walked this life before. He had trained under a Sith Lord some 25 years ago, before the whole fall of his former warlord, and the fall of him. When he was bested in combat, mind wiped and tucked in for a carbonite nap. He knew what he was capable of, based on stories, a family holocron and a personal datacron.

But beyond that? He had bare memories. Shimmers every so often. When he was with Jared or Kaia, he could remember a little about their mother. When he was with Lily, his old wing man, he remembered situations, combat, times at the bar after a trip, these were showing up when he was with Rekha, or sometimes Spark. It was familiar.

Here? He was feeling Darth Venator, a former trainer. He knew a bit of the Force, from learning in the Fringe, not anything from memory, aside from astrogation, but that was, like psychometry, something he couldn’t stop. The Drain had worked on Sith Knights, but this man? He was something more. The next step though? Was taking that Bellow. Coren felt himself tossed by it, hitting the ground, and not able to get himself into a stance, and tumbling.

That was it. The man activated the blade as he got to his feet and ran for [member="Jericho"], coming in with an opening blow of Djem So. High and crossing from Jericho’s left shoulder down to his right hip.