In the belly of the beast

[Mantic Dorn]

Mantic placed both his hands on the panel in front of him. The Prison barge, "The steady Rose" was slowly traveling through space with its belly filled with prisoners of war, or worse.

The jedi had arrived here just about a day ago and delivered a high risk prisoner to the Republic Security forces who kept a fair amount of these ships around for prisoners who either needed to be transported within Republic space or kept away from a certain planet until they knew what to do with the prisoner.

In his hand Mantic squeezed a short data stick. It was the reason why he had visited Naboo despite the current turmoil the planet was cast into. He had not counted on [member="Rafeesh"] but the apprentice had shown up and challenged him then and there. While it had not been a gentle battle Mantic had prevailed and [member="Rafeesh"] now found himself a republic prisoner.

He rose from his monitors. He had sent a report to the order about these events and was now ready to face the dark apprentice one more time. He had sensed a conflict in him as they had fought. A conflict that to Mantic could mean hope.

But, these were complicated matters and Mantic did not take anything for granted. It was however natural for any true jedi to raise the question, both to himself and the subject at hand.

He raised himself and took a deep breath before he ventuired down the hall way into the corridor that lead to the high risk security level. Republic troopers were stationed all over the place and this particular prisoner was sith. He was contained in a force field and the cell was subject to force dampening effects thougha Ysalamiri bubble.

As Mantic entered the cell he felt that strange feeling again, although weaker since he himself also became under the effect of the force dampening. This sith held something else within him, something that Mantic wanted to learn about, if such thing was possible.

He inclined his head politely before stepping closer.

"I apologize for the harsh treatment you have received but we are at war with each other and certain procedures are protocol." he began trying to clear his voice. He felt unsure in the cell. It was not a good place to conduct a discussion, but for all that he knew this might be a vacation for him. Rumors about harsh sith training held terible stories that far outlived the rather humane nature of the republic prison system.

"You are now a prisoner of the Galactic Republi and its Security forces. I am here because of two things...." he continued trying to speak as clearly as possible the bit his lip.

Pity, he felt pity fo the man. Why did he feel that? He was a sith, cruel and evil to the bones. Mantic closed his eyes...
Compassion should always guide us....
Taking a deep breath he looked up again.

"On Naboo I sensed something in you. Something that told of a conflict inside you. Do you know what I speak of?"

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh had enjoyed parts of his time in his time being a prisoner. Certainly he had had far worse in regular accommodations, both within normal Sith society and as a Republic prisoner during the Cold War. He however did not completely appreciate the restraints, he could understand the dampening field though he didn't like that any more than any Force user would. He had tried to be as compliant as possible, he had not fought or made any resistance.

When [member="Mantic Dorn"] entered Rafeesh was glad to see something of a familiar face, though he was certain that he had seen some of those guards before... It wasn't possible of course, those men had died thousands of years ago. He smiled, knowing that it could be seen as his helmet and lightsaber were both gone. He was thankful for the cordial meeting, it made him feel much more secure. Not that that really matter in a place like this.

Rafeesh thought for a bit, before replying, "I believe I do." He chuckled a little, "I was trying to repress those questions I think. There was quite a bit on the line at the time. Why do you ask?"

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Placing arm around his waist the others arms elbow found support there and he started to fiddle some with his beard as he pondered the question.
Was it not obvious? Was it not what was expected? Perhaps not. Why was he indeed asking that question?
He paced forth and back a few times before [member="Rafeesh"] peering at him trying to discern anything his features would reveal. Would he find mockery, hatred or perhaps gratidute?


Stopping just in front of him Mantic tilted his head somewhat.

"You have taken the role as the apprentice of the dark lord Mythos. From what I have seen it is only natural for apprentices to seek to outdo their own masters but I sensed something in you that revealed that if you truly had wanted, you could have done that already. In fact, I belive that something made you lesser then you could be even when fighting me." placing his arms behind his back his posture turned more militaristic. Yet his face was calm, almost friendly.

"My job as an enforcer of the republic is to turn you in. As I have done. But my duties as a jedi knight brings me to question if that conflict in you hold truth. If so, and your mind is not closed to the light. May it be that your true potential is not with the dark side, that it is the force guiding you to contemplate on what you are doing with your affinity to it?" again he did not expect a positive answer. But maybe the notion of it all would raise important questions in the sith. Maybe...

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh listened with interest. It did bring questions to his mind, though they were ones that he had asked before, however that didn't stop him from rethinking them. He decided to speak first, explain his problem before allowing himself the luxury of second guessing. He owed this man that much for saving him rather than ending his life.

"I am not as strong as I once was. That is why I am, well was is a better term, working under Mythos. I needed training, I needed to become stronger.... I guess that would need an explanation and I think you deserve to hear it. That is if you are willing to follow me down the twisted paths of history."

He spoke completely sincerely. Perhaps by at last speaking of the past he might open himself to the future. He didn't know what lay in store for him as a prisoner, certainly he did not expect to be freed any time soon. He wondered if perhaps by speaking out what had happened to him the Jedi might get a better grasp of what he would have to do. Rafeesh didn't believe that redemption was a possibility, he had lived far too long with the darkness within him. He had untold anger and hatred so far buried that it seemed impossible that all or even the large portion of it could ever be removed. That didn't mean that he didn't hope, a small portion hoped that he would be free.

So beaten down by years of the Dark side, that Jedi that had once been a proud knight of the Republic was so hard to hear. Barely noticeable, Rafeesh had pushed it out of his mind so many years ago. He wondered if he could allow that back in after so long being trapped out. Would he have the strength to let go of the Dark Side?

[member="Mantic Dorn"]

 

[Mantic Dorn]

there was something new and at the same time very strange with how the sith behaved. He was not one of the usual ones... so to speak. Would he hear his tales, would they not be just another rampart story about bloodlust and power and how the jedi are weak?

He wet his lips and looked down upon his robes. His fairly simple brown jedi robes. He noticed the repairs he had done himself on them and why he considered this to be something to be proud of. In fact sowing was a more refined art then combat in Mantics eyes. Yet he was a warrior fore most.
Mending should always be a priority he decided. And how could he claim to be true to that without even hearing the man.

He looked up again, there was certain doubt in his eyes but never the less he spoke.

"I will hear your tale. I will also not judge you because of it. I will however take the privilege of answering it once you are done, if I see it fit."

He nodded and prepared to listen intently on [member="Rafeesh"] as his story was to be unfold.

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh nodded slightly, as much as he could while being restrained. He then spoke, "Thank you. I appreciate it."

He took a moment to recollect his thoughts, it had been years since being a Jedi, more than a few. He had to remember a time when he had been stronger morally. It brought memories of times fighting that which he had become. He felt like he had betrayed that part of him that had once fought the hardest. It was difficult to remember those times, he had to let go of the moral problems for now, he had plenty of time to think them over.

He started, "My name is Rafeesh, I was a knight for the Jedi at one point. I don't truly remember much of my time in the Order, but I can remember being sent to Hoth, Alderaan, and training on Tython. On Hoth I was captured by the Sith and I can remember being taken to Dromund Kaas, the then capital of the Sith Empire. I spent I think it was a month there before I was broken. Between torture, mental manipulation, and sensory deprivation I thought I had seen the weakness of the Light. I was then sent to Korriban for proper training and indoctrination. I was sent about doing the jobs that a hopeful acolyte would, I killed a few of the other hopefuls to cement my place..." He looked down at the floor for a moment, imagining those that he had killed in that dark fervor. He hadn't truly wanted to, but part of him had. He would have liked to have said that he hadn't enjoyed it. Even so, he did regret it.

He continued, "I made it. I became an acolyte and was sent on a few missions. I began building a reputation for taking on Jedi and winning more often than not. I didn't kill many of them. I took them back as prisoners. Some would break while others wouldn't, I could never really tell which ones were which. Some would turn in hours, others took months. Most of those that held out longer seemed to be made of much sterner stuff. I became knight for the Sith after I took out two Jedi, a Master and padawan team. Strangely the Master broke long before the padawan did. It was at this point that my reputation began to get me into trouble. My master saw me as being a potential danger to her power. She would sent me out on missions of increasing difficulty, taking down Jedi and Republic commanders. I will spare the details..." He stopped again to think. This was where history began to be blurred, those last few months before stasis went by so fast. His master had kept him busy, but in such a way that nothing particularly outstanding occurred.

"I didn't know it at the time. But I had only a few months left before the most devastating event would happen. I was ordered to begin working with our Imperial scientists, as a test subject. At first I was uncertain, it seemed strange that the Sith would look into suspended animation technology. After a few days though I enjoyed it. They had monitors implanted into me and would subject me to various forms of stasis, attempting to find the most efficient and safest method. They found the cryogenic stasis pods were the best and within a month they had a working one. Apparently they had gotten some help from technology collected on... Belsavis I think was the name of the planet. I was the first test subject to have the full device used on me. It was only supposed to have been a week... At most a month." This time he stopped so as not to allow his emotion to completely break his defenses. He had left a certain part of his history out, a good friend that had been left behind. Dead... Couldn't be anything else after so many years. He shook his head as he took a deep breath and continued.

"I woke up in a dilapidated Star Destroyer and I was saved by a salvager who kindly enough took care of me. I find out that it has been almost four millennia away from when I was put in. I was week from the stasis, my body was damaged by the time and cold. I had to find out more about what had happened. I still do not know why I was left in stasis too long. I have guessed though that perhaps the Jedi attacked Korriban some time during the intended testing period and I was left there forgotten. I made my way about the galaxy and eventually found myself under the tutelage of Mythos. He sent me to Naboo and that is where you know the rest." He forced himself to smile, forced himself not to break down in front of someone, he had to stay strong. Emotion had no place in history. He was able to pull a weak smile while saying with little humor, "It all sounds quite like Holodrama. I wouldn't have believed it if it hadn't happened to me. That is my story."

[member="Mantic Dorn"]

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Mantic listened intently on the siths tale, or was it truly a sith he had before him?
As [member="Rafeesh"] went on Mantic found himself astounded. It was a sad fate to have experienced and Mantic felt with him. He also felt fear as he realized the sith systematically hunted and captured jedi in order to turn them to the dark side. To serve the shadow in a terrible and twisted image of their former selves. The idea was not that strange but to actually hear someone tell the story sent a chill down the jedis spine. He could not help but consider how he himself would fare, would he be able to resist or would he as well be turned from the light? He dared not linger at that idea.

Mantic also felt truly amazed when hearing about the cryo stasis and the estimated time he had been kept frozen. This man originated from a whole other era. How strange everything must be.

As he finished Mantic agreed with his final thought, but he agreed to try and believe it for now.

"I am humbled by your fate [member="Rafeesh"] " he began trying to find something to say in this very unusual situation.

"While I can agree to that what you have done will be hard to overlook, I believe that you already are doubting your past actions. This is the most crucial aspect in regards to your own future. I must trust in that the force have guided you here, despite it all. If you had been caught in your old time, your crimes could never have been overlooked, but maybe now, considering that you do feel remorse the force has given you the option to redeem yourself. The light side is struggling hard in this chaotic time. Maybe it is now that you are needed."
Mantic thought out loud, hoping that he was helping the sith to settle his mind on what he wanted to do.

"The jedi order is not as strong as you remember it, perhaps in helping restore what has been lost you can make amendment against those you dragged into the abyss with you all that time ago."

"But I am not pretending to know what you truly feel or are. Only you can decide upon such a thing."

Mantic fell silent again waiting too see any reaction from the ancient jedi before him.

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh nodded in thought, he wondered himself what he was. Once Jedi, once Sith... what was he now? Certainly no Revan, he could remember tales of him that had been all too common back in those days. The Jedi would use him as an example of redemption, the Sith would show him as his SIth and the power that one could only hope to attain.

What could he do? Could he hope to help the Jedi? How? Would he be able to turn from his darkness? That needed strength...strength that he might not have. How could he know? It wasn't a question of whether they would accept him, he took [member="Mantic Dorn"]'s word that he might be accepted. It was a question of would he be able to help? How could he be certain that he wouldn't fall back into the darkness? If he did then wouldn't that defeat the whole purpose of joining them? Wouldn't that also waste their efforts? In this time where they were already weakened, did they really need a weak man who might only drag his feet and perhaps damage their Order?

Was there hope? That is what it boiled down to. Could he redeem himself and stay in the light? Or would he slink back into the shadows? Could he trust himself? He was strong... but was the strength from himself or from the Dark side? How could he tell without trying to to break his chains? The Dark side had not freed him... Was he strong enough to break those bonds. He could only rely on others so far, they could destroy the links, but it was his decision whether he would accept that. Did he have that strength?

"How can I be certain that I will be accepted? What happens if I fall back into the old ways? I don't know..." It was scary, truly terrifying to admit his lack of knowledge. It had been so long since he had allowed himself to openly question his own abilities. As a Jedi he had trusted the Force then as a Sith he had relied on the Dark Side. He no longer knew if he was as strong as he thought himself to be. He feared that. The uncertainty froze him, he felt his stomach knot into a fist as he tried to think. It was perhaps a strange thing to fear, he admitted. But a womprat was a strange thing to fear, yet some did. He took another breathe, trying to master his emotions. As a Jedi he had learned to control his emotions, then as a Sith he had been taught to follow them. But there was a great contradiction in the Sith, one had to use their emotions for strength, but then had to hide them when attempting deception. Rafeesh had always been one to not rely on his emotions even as a Sith. At least he hadn't treated them as a continuous source of power, instead hoarding those that were strongest and allowing them to become greater and more definite. The result was that they became difficult to control when one was losing control of his inhibitions.

Even as he finished his statement though, he could feel those emotions that were most deeply set in him well up. Burning wrath, pouring sorrow, withering loneliness, and perhaps above all else a heart ripped to shreds by time and betrayal. They were overpowering, but they hit in waves. He felt the anger begin to hit him before he truly knew what was happening. He could feel the rage of his time as Jedi, all those that had died while he had been forced to follow the Jedi Code, then that of his time as Sith, the stored anger that had been waiting for an enemy that had come and gone unnoticed, and then his anger at time, all that he had lost. Stored for millennia they were distilled into what he felt to be their most refined form. The emotions no longer held any attachment to the real world, instead being because they had been. He could himself, like an animal beaten and caged, against his will try to pull against his restraints. He felt distanced from his body, as if watching from without as it seemed to go berserk. Tears seemed to stream down his face, tears of anger and hatred. His mind was calm, at least that part that he seemed to retain control of. He felt like he was the only calm part in the center of a terrifying storm. He tried calling out to the Jedi, tried to speak over the ocean of his emotions, but it never reached his lips. All he could do was watch as his body released his pent up emotions. He hadn't known that this is what he had stored. He had broken a damn made years ago and maintained by building steadily higher, until at last when it opened. He found that it was much larger than he had expected, flooding everything.

That part of him that was under control tried to slow the flow, but he seemed to make no progress. He didn't know what the Jedi was thinking. He fleetingly hoped that the Jedi would not take this as being overly aggressive. However he then focused the majority of his being into stemming this torrent of raw emotion.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

the air was tense to say the least. Not out of hostility but the graveness of the situation. Here was man who had lived for millenniums, trying to find himself in a new age.
Was it a chance for a new life or had it all just been a ploy, a teasing and cruel effort by fate to twist the life of [member="Rafeesh"] into something even more unpredictable.

"I can not answer on your account whether you have the strength to stay true to the light [member="Rafeesh"] " Mantic began with a pleading expression.

"I can only remind you of that the dark side is not stronger, it is a misconception that the sith has carried with them since dawn of time. The light is just as strong but to serve the life is to strive for others well being, not ones own power." he stroked his beard thoughtfully searching for advice.

"If you recall that feeling of doing good, and you find it in your heart that it is a role that you miss to fullfill, then I would say there is hope for you. But if you truly feel that personal power is what you crave, then your path is not with the jedi."

"However, I have never owned anything more then what you see me carry on me right here." Mantic unfolded his arms to show his robes. "But I dare say that I have affected more lives in the long run then any sith claming whatever title of king or Emperor. I leave life, hope and I like to believe harmony among those who deserve it. The sith legacy is that of resent and self righteousness. Their names might live on, but my deeds live in the common man. It is what keeps me in the light. But the road is not easy, and the road to redemption from the dark side even harder."

Mantic fell silent. He knew that he should not try to influence the mans decision to much. Only gently guide him about his questions.

 

[Rafeesh]

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Rafeesh felt himself calm down. It was like a release of a high pressure valve. It had simply been over pressured and the momentary relief had removed excess pressure from his emotions. He blinked a few times to clear his eyes before replying as calmly as he could. "I will try."

He remembered those times as a Jedi, not without considerable effort. It had been so long ago. He couldn't remember the year or the specific day to day of that time. He could remember Hoth, freezing along with his men as they fought over land that had no more wanted than the snow that covered it. He had fought hard, but he had had the Force. His soldiers had fought all the harder to have kept up. They had been the true heroes.

He remembered the people he had saved, those that had helped him. He remembered, as if from a dream, the Light Side that had enveloped him. He had been strong. He had to remember that. He could turn back to the Light. He took a deep breath, mastering himself and finally feeling relief of the darkness. Small though it was he was glad for it. "What must I do?"

[member="Mantic Dorn"]

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Was he imagining it. The feeling of something bursting in the sith. Maybe, it was indeed how the darkness heavy veil felt like when lifted and the light started to shine through anew?
Mantic felt both gratitude and awe at this. It was true strength to want to cast away that of the easier path.

"It will not be easy, and I am not the one to tell if you are successful or not. You will undergo a series of tests for this to happen and my guess is retraining in the ways of the order. I believe that the republic needs to forgive you as well. You will need the forgivness yourself."

"I will let the order know of your wish and return shortly."
He inclined his head as both a sign of respect and an affirmation. Then he turned and left the chamber for the time being. He made his way to the ships communication central where he asked for a channel to Ossus, the Jedi Temple.

Moments passed as he waited for the signal to be answered. Then the shape of a very comforting sight appeared.

"Grand Master" Mantic began with a deep ceremonial bow.

"I am not sure if you have had the time to read my report as of yet. But there has been development. The sith I encoutnered on Naboo has been taken to republic prison barge The Steady Rose where I am situated now. I..." suddenly Mantic hesitated. He was not on known ground here and felt unsure on how to describe what he had felt during the interrogation with [member="Rafeesh"]

"I belive that he seeks redemption grand Master. I sensed tha conflict in him during our battle and I could not help but to seek this route out. He has expressed his intentions and I belive that he is honest in his heart, yet his story is something of the extraordinary. The circumstances are not complex to say the least, still where there is hope...." Mantic felt silent.

"This is not my area of expertice and ... I need help." he finished.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus was sitting in her office when the call came through. Recognising the caller, she immediately connected.

“Mantic,” she responded, a small bow her response, given she was seated.

“And yes, I’ve read your report.” It was sandwiched between a request for a hot tub at the Academy (which seemed to be proposed by a new batch of Younglings) and a recommendation for her to approach the Senate for funding for a Jedi fighter that had space for an astromech.

“Redemption is our ultimate goal of course. If he is true in his desire to turn to the Light, then he can be allocated to someone to oversee a probationary period. If successful, the Council can effectively rubber stamp confirmation the person can join the Order.”

“If they are not repentant and do not wish to join the Order, then we simply hand them over to the security forces – who deal with them as any other transgressor.”

“But you mention unique circumstances. Is there some way I can be of service?”

[member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Rafeesh"]

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Mantic listened and made mental notes as she described the routines around dark side redemption. He knew they existed but had not really given them much attention. Until now he had not had any reason to really.

"I do jelieve this would interest in person grand master. The sith is a former jedi and... well. Hang on. I'll forward the recording about our talk from the cell surveillance system. I believe his words are more true if you can hear them and watch us at the same time."
Mantic bent down and fiddled with the console in front of him. He muttered some as per usual when dealig with computers but after a moment he had managed the signal and the recirding of his time with [member="Rafeesh"] in the cell was sent to [member="Corvus Raaf"]

"I feel that this might need your personal attention grand master." he added as it was displayed to her.

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh took a moment to reflect. He had made a decision that would perhaps alter his entire life. He had been a Jedi, had been a Sith. Was he still a Sith? Or had he become a Jedi? Was he redeemed simply by choosing the right path? No... It could not be that simple. Life is more than word alone, that would mean that it would require action then as well? He asked himself why he was here. What in life had brought him to this point?

Well, the stasis had been a big part. No. Not that. What had brought him to these crossroads? Had he made wrong decisions in his past? Most definitely, no one was perfect. Right? He couldn't think of anyone that was. But he had never heard of anyone like this deal with the problem that he was faced with, except perhaps Revan. But that was a whole different story. That man had been a legend, a pillar of strength where all else had been weak. No one could have been like him, least of all himself. In that man's shadow all were mere wraiths.

That did not answer the question however. He reminded himself. He had been a Jedi, why did he leave them? He had left them because he had been weak. He had given into his torture and his pain. He had fallen into his weaknesses. For that he had paid a price all too dear.

But then again. He would never have met his friend had he not become a Sith. Was it then that good did come form evil? These were questions that he could not answer. He felt the conversation begin to unwind into the strangeness that he only felt once before... A long time ago.... In a galaxy that seemed all too far away...

[member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Mantic Dorn"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus reviewed the recording and saw hope that indeed the Sith might turn to the Light. But hope was not fact and a change in direction was only as good as it was long-lasting.

"If you feel this should will see the error of their ways, then it would make sense to bring them to Ossus. Otherwise...you should leave them on the prison barge."

Corvus was relying on Mantic's judgement here. A holorecording was one thing, a face to face conversation quite another. "I trust in your wisdom," she added.

[member="Rafeesh"] | [member="Mantic Dorn"]

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Mantic felt a nervous sting as he was given to pass judgement on his prisoner.
He plucked with his robe for a moment pondering the situation.

But he already knew the answer.

"I will bring him to Ossus grand master. Where there is hope there should be light, however deep the well it springs from is."

He had made his decission and turned off the holo com.

It would take a day or teo for them to travel to Ossus from here.


[member="Rafeesh"] [member="Corvus Raaf"]

 

[Rafeesh]

He had nodded off! Rafeesh had awoken a few seconds ago and only now realized that he had fallen asleep. It was hard to tell, there wasn't much in the room that would change with time, but he just had that early wakening feeling. A moment later he also noticed that he was sweating. A nightmare then? What sort? Well either way, he had gone to sleep, that at least proved that he was somewhat comfortable enough in these surroundings. If it were a Sith facility he would have fought to stay awake for fear of what could have been done to him.

He could feel his eyes already drooping again, the adrenaline in his systems had subsided and he was once more falling back into a slumber. He was tired, his body still recovering from the fight that had led him to be here. He was soon breathing evenly as he dreamed of places and people long gone. He did miss them, all of them. He wondered if there were a way to go back to them. If so, then how? It was impossible of course. Time travel was only a thing of the Holodramas... but then wasn't his tale something akin to a Holodrama as well? That was different.

[member="Mantic Dorn"]

 

[Mantic Dorn]

A day later a republic prison shuttle landed outside the jedi temple on Ossus. Mantic had taken it on hmiself to escort [member="Rafeesh"] to the proper instance, sensing that he had played a part in all of this that carried with it a responsibility.

While the prisoner was a force user and possibly a spy he was not taken directly into the main temple but the dome of thought where they both would meet with the grand master [member="Corvus Raaf"]

Upon entering Mantic presented his prisoner and took a deep bow.

"Grand Master," he began as he rose back to a standing position.

"This is the man I was telling you about. I believe he seeks redemption and I have brought him here for your final judgement."

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh followed, being as willing to obey as he could. He didn't want to give the impression that he was against this. He was somewhat apprehensive at being on a Jedi planet again. The last time he had been on planet such as this he had been part of the Jedi Order. That had been such a long time ago, it felt like a lifetime. He felt refreshed to say the least, there was an almost palpable feeling of peace on the planet. Not the same degree as Tython or the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, but it was something that he had not felt for thousands of years.

When at last he was brought to the Dome of Though, Rafeesh wondered if this were the Jedi temple here. He didn't think so. Much like the Sith, not in a bad way, the Jedi liked to have big buildings in which to house those that are followers of their way. That made for a very deep effect in the Force, this place didn't have that feeling that he had remembered. He should have expected it to be lesser though, if only because this was not Tython.

He looked upon [member="Corvus Raaf"] and could feel the Light Side in her. Part of him wanted to shrink away from her, the darkness feared the light. But he stood strong, but found that his mouth could not find any words to say after [member="Mantic Dorn"] spoke.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus welcomed both guests the same. The both received a smile and a bow. "Mantic. And you must be Rafeesh?"

"Please, be at ease. If you wish to be redeemed, then it is entirely in your gift - but I prefer to avoid formalities wherever possible. So please, in your own words, tell me your story and most importantly why you wish to come to the Light."

[member="Rafeesh"] | [member="Mantic Dorn"]