Not On My Watch

[NightSister]

For all their countless faults, the Jedi built pretty nice temples.

It was hard, after all, to lurk by a temple for nearly an hour without starting to pay abnormally close attention to its architecture. Typically, one passed buildings by; if they saw it as frequently as Aria once had done, they wouldn't spare its design a second glance. But today, she needed to pay very close attention to the temple and everything and everyone surrounding it; today, she intended to steal into the heart of the Silver Jedi for one last visit. Her plan was barely a concept, but she was clear on her goal for once. Sneak in, delete Aria Vale from the Order's records, and then leave without so much as a glance back.

Perhaps it ought to have been harder emotionally to plan out such a move - after all, she was only recently no longer a Jedi; assuming nobody had caught word, it was unlikely that anybody even knew for certain the permanence of her departure - but really, it wasn't. She'd given herself the time needed to get over what regret she harboured for leaving the Order, and it hadn't even taken all that long. Just as well, since it had been interrupted anyway. Thanks again, Connor.

She'd picked early evening as a chance to observe a bit before planning her way in. Even when she'd lived in the Temple, Aria had been prone to occasionally getting lost in the network of hallways, but once she'd figured out where she needed to go in order to remove her name from the Silver Jedi archives, it could only be a matter of time. In a beautifully poetic form of irony, every skill that would come in useful today was a skill she'd learned within the Voss temple. She'd almost be thankful, but not quite.

First though, it seemed the Padawans floating rocks by the outside wouldn't be ready to go inside for at least another fifteen minutes. That was fine - nobody was poking around enough to spot where she hid a few yards off. She could wait a little longer.

[member="Darth Ignus"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

It was unlike him to be THIS bold, and yet he felt no fear of these people. They'd proved ineffectual time and again. Add in the loss of one of their greatest warriors, and some good timing on his part, and he wasn't at all worried about sneaking onto Voss. A good illusion kept him from even having to present papers to anyone. If they couldn't see him, who were they going to ask for papers? Not that he intended to keep that illusion up forever. Fully hiding oneself was extremely taxing and he needed the energy for other things, especially if he ended up getting found out, which he knew was likely to happen at some point. Though that could also be fun. To think of the damage he could do if caught within their temple. Wouldn't that be something.

No, instead of maintaining the invisibility, he switched instead to changing the appearance of his face, making him seem to have longer hair, lighter eyes, a different facial structure, different tattoos. Combine that with some easily crafted Jedi robes and he wouldn't be readily recognizable as what he was. A little masking of his presence and it wasn't likely he'd be singled out for his darkness either. Little tricks one learned over the years made things possible. Of course, if the Heavenshield's had been on Voss, he certainly would not have risked this venture. This day, however, they were not.

With the illusion wrapped around him, he approached the temple, noting the younglings as they played with rocks outside. He could so easily destroy a future generation of Jedi in that moment if he really wanted to, but to be honest he didn't want to. It would have been a waste of effort. The presence of Aria was not immediately noted as she was making an effort to conceal herself as well. Not quite in the same manner as he, but to the same effect. He offered a greeting to a few people that were departing the temple, smiling to each, before he approached the main entry, pausing only a moment to smile to himself before stepping into the hallowed halls. His first time in a Jedi temple was sure to be interesting.

Inside, he took a moment to look around him. Many Jedi had never been to all of the temples, so it would be easy to pass it off as such if questioned. Never pass up a moment to admire something you have never before seen.

[member="Aria Vale"]

 

[NightSister]

This would be fiddly. Aria wasn't entirely certain where she'd find her way to the records - for all she knew, they were inaccessible from Voss, although it did seem like a reasonable guess that she'd find them somewhere within the Order's headquarters - but she hadn't come all the way back to Silver Space without the intention of at least giving it a go. After all, she did have five years of living within the temple to her advantage; as far as she was concerned, the odds of leaving Voss without her name in the Silvers' system would be at least so-so.

On the other hand, the Silvers had always been somewhat relaxed, to her knowledge, about letting slightly...tainted Force-auras roam so long as they didn't cause much of a stir. After all, unless Connor Harrison or somebody else who knew had spread the word about the permanence of her departure, the exact nature of her time away wouldn't be common knowledge. Considering that she was, at present, leaning only the slightest bit towards the Dark Side, she wasn't really in much rush to get off the planet besides the fact that she simply didn't much like being here.

At the rate it was taking for people to clear out, it was just as well, too. Grumpy at the fruitlessness of her wait, Aria scanned the area again, thinking on the past few days as she looked for a possible way to sneak in in plain sight. Her gaze flickered right past a Jedi entering the temple, but then she looked back. She'd noticed something - what was it? She must've reverted her gaze for something. The man didn't stand out much. Or at all, really. Aria's brow furrowed as she gave him the head-to-toe - the saber. It was familiar. From what? From where? Aria'd met many a Jedi, seen many a saber; if they all rang a bell, Aria's focus would be all over the place. Somewhere...someone...damn it, where had she seen that saber?

Wait. She had it. What?

Quickly, Aria crossed the distance, all thoughts of going undercover forgotten for the time being. Worst came to worst, there might be an exceptionally skilled slicer somewhere in the galaxy. This was much more interesting than hacking data.

"Nice saber," she said lightheartedly - a note of sarcasm slid in just to make it clear that she wasn't simply being polite. "Make it yourself?"

[member="Darth Ignus"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

He could feel someone approaching him. Their attention was fully squared on him and nothing else. In some regard this didn't surprise him. Someone was bound to be curious about him. He pretended not to be paying attention to them, whoever they were. Instead, he focused on the architecture that surrounded him, trying to ascertain the architecture and, in particular, the layout of the place as it might come in handy to him later on. Which was more or less the reason that he'd come there in the first place. Preparedness was never a bad thing.

When the girl approached him he could see recognition on her face, but he couldn't be sure as to why. The face he had affected was not someone he had ever met before. It was actually a visage he had fictitiously created from his recollection of common facial features among his people. Needless to say, he was positive that she didn't recognize him. And when she spoke up he knew precisely why she was interested in him. Connors saber.

"I take it you were a pupil of his?"

He didn't need to say who he was speaking of. Doing so would only risk drawing the attention of someone that was passing by. That was the last thing he needed.

"Curious. I feel a certain- feeling from you. Feels like he did on Mirial. If you're wondering, I took the saber from the girl he gave it to when she attacked me. Now, do we need to cause a scene, or can we merely converse?"

[member="Aria Vale"]

 

[NightSister]

Hmm, he was fast. Well, what a coincidence. Not only did he know Connor, there was some strange quarrel between them. Unsurprising, really; this was Connor, after all. Sith, possibly? He obviously wasn't Jedi, but as was most likely the idea, Aria couldn't actually tell what he was. Sith seemed most likely, though, if she had to hazard an educated guess. So a maybe-Sith foe of Connor's had found his way to Voss, today of all days? Small galaxy indeed.

Well, the enemy of the enemy was her friend. Or something along those lines. It was close enough.

"No need for a scene," she agreed.

Even if she and Connor had still been on anything even close to friendly terms - in other words, if she'd still felt any obligation at all to defend him - Aria was ever the avoider, and there were people about. Absolutely no need to cause a scene. That wasn't her style. Besides, she was curious as to how this story went. If it ended with Connor's eventual loss or defeat, it would be enough to entertain her at least somewhat - yes, she harbored grudges a little. Or a lot.

Oh, what the hell. She could worry a bit later what she'd do about this archives business.

"So," she said curiously, "you know who I am, then. Who're you? How do you know him?"

[member="Darth Ignus"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

"I suppose I know in a sense, though I don't know your name."

They were still in a more or less public area, which meant that they could be spotted conversing with one another. Given their oddity, he figured they should move on. With a motion of his hand, he indicated for her to join him as he carried on further into the temple. This wasn't about attacking the place so it was unlikely that a seer would see anything of his presence there. They tended to see big picture threats, and his presence to peruse the temple was not a big picture threat. Even if he was given the chance to strike down one of the big bad Jedi he wouldn't take it at this point. Leos did have a bit of a sense of honor, after all. More than a lot of people did, at least. If he was going to fight, he aimed for his enemy to at least have a slight chance.

Once they were out of the main hall, he relaxed a tiny bit. Since she hadn't given him a name, as it were, he figured that it would be acceptable for him to also not give her a name. If she knew Connor at all, she likely had some information on what happened to him, so he could probably tell her without telling her.

"There was a girl who visited a place she didn't belong. She was young and untrained, and she carried this blade. I took it from her, and she attacked me to get it back, so I took her arm from her."

He was careful to keep his voice down, especially when they were near doors or other people.

"That drew Connor out to find me. Instead of killing him, I tormented his mind from afar. My efforts combined with those of another broke his mind and his will, causing him to fall and beg for teaching from a true Master of the Force. Does that answer your question?"

[member="Aria Vale"]