Strength vs Honor

[Stephanie Swail]

Silence.

Only the debris dripping down from above made a noise in the already partially destroyed central hub of the temple. So much history and architecture brought down by a trigger-happy Mando. Useless.

This was going nowhere fast, and the worrying thing was Asterion didn’t know if she had called in her tin-can army for back-up.

The Knight stood up against the stone wall and sighed softly. ”Fine.”

Asterion threw his Force to wrap around her Force aura, and hopefully her mind.

I have no fight with you. Stand down, and be on your way. If not, you will face the power of the Dark Side, and you will die here today.


[member="Cassandra Fenri"]

 

[Salaza]

The sudden sensation of hearing a voice in her head made cassandra jump. She looked around, thinking that the sith had managed to slip by her and speak from above or someting as his voice seemed to echo all over the place. As she began to realize he was speaking to her dirctly with some sort of tepelathic means she calmed, keeping her gun still at the ready. Now he was throwing mor ethreats at her, the bastard. Yet from the sound of it he was more angry than before. Perhaps the damage from the temple had bumed it out. It had her when she realized that most of the data was destoryed. At the very least she still had what she managed to save on the datachip she'd brought with her. And she had to admit she wasn't fully equipped to take on a sith now. Especially a trained knight like him.

Without a word Cassandra began to make for the exit, an indication to [member="Asterion"] that she would agree to his terms if he could tell at all.

 

[Stephanie Swail]

The fear was evident now, but so was the honor of the Mando. Strength versus honor, and she knew which one she represented out of the two.

Asterion didn’t move as he waited, and he could hear her boots moving, except it wasn’t to him. She was fleeing.

Such a waste of potential – a fellow warrior. You could be a warrior of the Dark Side and command armies.

While he was goaded on by the confrontation, it had excited him and given him a thrill like none other. He knew he wouldn’t die here, and he knew neither would she. Her skill was minimal but had a passion that could be exploited if she stayed.

Don’t waste this chance…


[member="Cassandra Fenri"]

 

[Salaza]

She'd stopped when he started speaking to her again. He made claims of her potential being wasted because she wouldn't join him, even to where he offered her that oppertunity. She'd turned, not knowing if he could hear her throughts our not, but began to speak through them nonetheless.

I'd rather command nothing than command an army through fear over honor.

After that she turned again, making her way out of the temple and withdrawing her weapons. She had enough for now. Hopefully, in time, she would be able to discover more of what she needed to learn about the force. Perhaps by then she would find the proper master to aid in in her teachings. But she knew she wouldn't find it with the sith, and not with [member="Asterion"] for certian.

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Asterion leaned back on the wall, his fingers tapping on the hilt of the lightsaber. He heard the Mando in his head as clear as day - she was more powerful than she gave herself credit for.

"So be it."

He made his way down the stone steps, his boots ringing out over the cold surface and shallow halls of the temple. Reaching the bottom level, he turned and looked ahead at the might structure he was to explore. He was eager to continue, but slightly hollow after such a confrontation which resulted in nothing but the loss of valuable data and worthy ally.

We will meet again, Mando. I hope next time you will be more reasonable so I don't have to crush your skull in my hands. It'd be a shame.

The hilt went back to his belt and his torn cowl came up over his dirty face.

Strength and honor indeed. She certainly had both. He smiled softly as he started down the corridor.


THE END
[member="Cassandra Fenri"]