Gray Jedi
Zinayn set the shuttle down slowly on the snowy surface of Ilum. As the repulsors whined down, he surveyed the land outside. Snow was falling lightly, and the cave was just up ahead. Perfect. The Chiss rose from his seat and turned to face
Tin Zeer
, his "student". Interestingly enough, she wasn't Force-sensitive on her on, but an organ within, a Vo, was what gave her the power. He remembered the surprise he felt when he first met the Pantoran aboard Aurora Station with
Laphisto
.
"Well, here we are. Normally I wouldn't go in with you but word's been that some raiders are trying to make a living out of selling Kyber here. Better two than one in this situation," Zinayn said before hastily adding, "I don't doubt your ability, of course."
With training, Tin would certainly be even more of a force to be reckoned with. He did sense that she leaned towards the power of the dark side, but that wasn't too concerning. He'd be here to help if she was beginning to fall. Although, Zinayn found that help sometimes speeds up the process. If anything was counterintuitive, it was trying to help someone from falling to the dark side. With a clouded mind, trust isn't an option.
The Chiss grabbed his katana (a weapon he'd forged from scratch alone, just several days ago), and donned his heavier set of clothing. He strapped some reflective goggles on his eyes, ruffled up his hair a bit, and waited by the ramp. Now, how to go about this...
"Well, here we are. Normally I wouldn't go in with you but word's been that some raiders are trying to make a living out of selling Kyber here. Better two than one in this situation," Zinayn said before hastily adding, "I don't doubt your ability, of course."
With training, Tin would certainly be even more of a force to be reckoned with. He did sense that she leaned towards the power of the dark side, but that wasn't too concerning. He'd be here to help if she was beginning to fall. Although, Zinayn found that help sometimes speeds up the process. If anything was counterintuitive, it was trying to help someone from falling to the dark side. With a clouded mind, trust isn't an option.
The Chiss grabbed his katana (a weapon he'd forged from scratch alone, just several days ago), and donned his heavier set of clothing. He strapped some reflective goggles on his eyes, ruffled up his hair a bit, and waited by the ramp. Now, how to go about this...