The Gray Jedi?

[GhostOfProtocol]

Felucia, such a peaceful little planet. Also the planet Jyn Cvetkovic first chose to run to when getting away from his family. He wasn't sure why he picked Felucia, he just sort of did. Slowly he patted the lightsaber at his side, making some mental note to learn how to use it. It would be useful, not just for fighting, but for hunting food and other. I say other because wampas and yeah, nasty stuff.

Slowly he pitched his tent, taking his time to think over what had happened in the few short days since his nineteenth birthday. He'd managed to lie low in the underworld for a while, hidden, waiting until he could smuggle himself away on a cargo ship. All in all not a bad idea. Just get away from it all, stay away from it all. It worked for Obi-Wan, so why couldn't it work for him.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Jyn Cvetkovic"]

"Ahh Felucia... this place sucks, and the natives are a pain. But i did decide on it to visit so what ever..." He moved through the collossal vegetation of the planet's surface and looked through the many places he could for any relics of ages past. He wondered where the Jedi that had been fighting here were, if their lightsabers still existed or have rusted away. If the bodies of droids and tanks and vehicles of all kinds remained and of the past of others. All of it interested him quite greatly and then he found himself staring at something rather unexpected which caused him to drop down into the camp from the abnormal... what ever those plants count as onto the ground near Jyn.

"Hey there, and what are you doing here little boy?" He smiled at the man with his hands crossed behind him and Blue eyes staring directly at Jyn. The Viola Trench coat obscuring his body and his hair short and brown. Even his glasses were on him today as he looked at the random man in this middle of no where planet. "I must say, you are not what i expected."

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Jyn watched the newcomer with interest. He was something, different. He wasn't like most the other idiots that he'd met. It might of been this, or maybe it might of been a tug on Jyn, a tug trying to tell him to tell someone. Plus, this guy didn't look like a Sith, so their wasn't much chance of him being told on, handed over to the Sith like something stupid.

"Hiding" he told the man, shrugging. "Hiding from the Sith. Why you think I chose Felucia" he nodded, smirking. He felt the lightsaber he'd hidden up his sleeve, looking around. "Looking for some way to build the power in me so I can get rid of them" he told the male again, chuckling.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Jyn Cvetkovic"]

"Murder really isn't something to laugh about, you know that right..." He looked at the man infront of him with an instantly bone chillingly cold change in his expression. "There is no reason for you to laugh at the thought of killing them like it was some game and they are just pieces. That thought process is the very reason that you probably hate them no? Something they did to you in the past or something they were going to do. What is it, were you one of their acolytes, or maybe a child who lost his parents, or maybe you simply do not know why you find the joy in their death?" He would wait for no answer before walking close with his eyes borrowing their way though his as if he were looking into Jyn's mind itself. "Now, why are you hiding from those Genocidal cretins?"

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Perhaps the murder of his parents wasn't something to laugh about. He had sworn that he would never become a Sith, but being a Jedi didn't seem appealing either. Perhaps there was no place in the world of the force that was good for him, perhaps he'd walk down the middle of the force.

"Why'd you think. They brought me into this world, they tried to fill my mind with all their darkside stuff. How'd you feel if I tried as hard as I could to make you one of them?" he shrugged, shaking his head. "When every time you say no they zap you with their lightning and threaten to stab you. When every time you say no they threaten to throw you out."

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Jyn Cvetkovic"]

"Id call it high school..." He leaned down to look at the man and smiled with his eyes flickering until the illusion was gone and replaced with blood red eyes that stared at Jyn expectantly. "You know, complaining about what they did to you gets you no where but out in the middle of... well no where. Its like a mewling kitten separated from its mother. It wants to be more than such, but it needs that dependent factor, the need for more milk or in your case more resentment or you feel lost and cant seem to do anything for yourself. How close am i getting?" Solan considered his words a bit harsh, because they were. But this man needed to hear them and needed to understand things were not going to come to him, he would need to work or be left in a rut like this with nothing going for him. "Now, are you done Mewling?"

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

"I wasn't" he sighed, looking around. "I'm planning on heading across to Ryloth tomorrow." he shrugged, eyes looking around, trying to find a way out. "I only came here because it was close and because the number of force users this place produces" he told the man, eyes still flicking around. "I'm like a weapon with no ammo. I have the weapon, just no training in how to use it" he nodded lightly. "I figured at least one force user here wasn't a Sith or a Jedi".

What he had said was true, each word was true. He had only come to Felucia because of it's high number of force users. He figured at least one in a few hundred had to be a force user with no force alliance. That one in a few hundred would be hard to find though, he knew that.

He didn't care.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Jyn Cvetkovic"]

Solan watched him and grinned a bit wider as his hands laced behind him. This one was so absolutely familiar that Solan for a moment could have thought he was looking at himself when he stared at this one. "Perhaps you should work on the eyes first, turning your eyes from side to side in such a rather unskilled manner will get you killed. What you want to do is redirect their attention and have them looking at something else while you take in a quick glance of your surroundings and commit it to memory. Moving your hand, talking, or even if you can get walking around the area as if it were owned by you will help with that. OH and you said Ryloth? Rather interesting choice of final destination. What might i ask do you expect to find there?"

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

"Shelter, I guess. Ryloth is far enough away for the Sith to give up their search. I doubt they'll be clever enough to hire bounty hunters so" he shrugged lightly, still making sure the lightsaber was still hidden up his sleeve. "But like I said, before I do that, and I feel dirty for saying this, I need to find a master, or at least one willing to offer his training" he told the male slightly, a nod on the end for good measure.

He wasn't fully sure he trusted this bloke, he had no real reason to. All he really knew anymore was that he needed someone to trust in this galaxy of different races and Sith. He shrugged lightly again, the Sith would always be some of his worst enemies, but the Jedi wouldn't be much better. Neither would really accept him, but he'd have to go to both to get the training he hoped for.

It was slightly confusing.

[member="Solan Charr"]