The Last Templar: Part One

[Dezoti]

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Tatooine.​

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"So, you gonna pay for that?"

It was a late day on Tatooine. The suns had set, leaving the star filled sky to illuminate the city of Mos Eisley. It was another peaceful night, if one could call a night in the outlaw planet. Behind the backs of the little amount of law the underworld ran it's business. Collecting debt, gambling, slave trades, smuggling. Anything and everything was going on this night. Including a deal gone wrong. A Gand and a Trandoshan had a Zabrak cornered, both with guns raised. They wore similar markings to the Krayt March, a local and growing group of slave traders and bounty hunters.

"You owe us for that speeder you wrecked. Can't have people goin around wrecking our stuff."

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"No, I really don't think I do." The Zabrak was dressed in thick clothing, meant to keep the moisture in on this desert planet. Blue eyes glanced out from behind the bundle on his face. A single hand reached down to a leathery hilt on his hip. Yes, he was actually responsible for breaking the speeder. It had been filled with slaves, and the horned man had taken it upon himself to break them free. Unfortunately, he had been caught in the act so to speak. So far they thought him a simple scavenger.

Though, that changed as the Lizard watched his hand movement. "So, your thinking about fighting instead? You a Jedi? You're worth quite a bit to the Sith you know. Dead or alive, and I can settle with dead." Both of the slavers brought up their blasters, firing right off the bat. No reason to give this Jedi time to react. Though, talking was where they failed. If they were going to kill him, they should have fired before they had spoken. A flash of pure green filled the small alleyway as the Zabrak's blade came to life, seeming to casually knock the bolts away. In but a blur the mercs guns were cut and the Gand was blasted into the nearby wall by a blast of the Force. Out cold, he did not see Krest point the green blade at the Trandoshans throat.

"Now, I'm not a Jedi. I'm something far different. And for threatening me, I think I'm going to have to find the rest of your people. Tell me where they are."

Both hands of the Trandoshan lifted up in the air as surrender, and a deep gulp was heard. "They uh.. Okay, I'll tell you." Normally a man of honor and courage, there was something in the eyes of this stranger that sent a chill down his spine. Who ever this man was, it wasn't someone he wanted to be on the bad side of. Well, he didn't want to be on the bad side of his boss, but his boss wasn't the one about to skewer him.

"Good."

[member="Jericho"] [member="Eliza Stryder"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="The Talatheen Amalgam"]

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

The first thing Acaleus saw as he was walking in the street was a fight. A gang versus a Zabrak but as he was about to help him, he destroyed his blasters and had his lightsaber on. That was bad, as if he let them live or not, others would take revenge. "Wait!" he screamed walking towards him "Im no enemy. Name´s Acaleus, a mercenary" he raised his hands preventing a misunderstanding with the armed Force-user "And the advice that i can give you is to knock him out and try running of the planet with a ship of your own. Taking out simple idiots is easier than trained mercenary that are hired to find you and kill you..." he looked at him "...or maybe take out and entire mafia and be unconcerned of further problems"

[member="Krest"]

 

[The Talatheen Amalgam]

[member="Jericho"] [member="Eliza Stryder"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="Krest"]

Talatheen snorted in unison, himself upon the roof of some decrepit, plastoid building, leaning haphazardly over the length of the street at a rather incredible angle against an twisted arch. No doubt about it; this was a mistake. He had been sent here to recruit a smuggler - a very capable one at that - for the Order of the Dead Sun, by the will of his master: Lord Album Pruina. He had never been to Tatooine, he had never even heard of Tatooine until today; it was cesspool of scum and villainy (heh) and, worst of all, brimming with animals. He stood upon this roof to overlook the street, not quite as bustling as those closer to the market, but still riddled with some animals - trained or no, it was so uncivilized; not that Talatheen thought that way, it was more or less an analogy for his fear. He despises them not for their presence, smells, or purpose - he simply dislikes the sheer absence of sentience that reflects within their eyes; it is through this he discerns the carnal nature - and with all of these monstrous things, lurching about in the sand, he felt he would be observed by either something beyond his comprehension or by something so below it that he would find himself at an incredible disadvantage. This would not do.

And as he paced about on the roof's edge like some sand-sprung vigilante, with gothic attire to boot, he heard the blasters. Distant voices, a sizzle - a lightsaber? Far more threatening than the beasts, but much more involved: he elected to follow this trail in his mission's stead. He bounded from his perch, his stamina to gawk at; his agility in equal, and he found himself running above the streets as he zoned in on the location; his hearing enhanced, specialized - through the chatter of bystanders he could discern that sound and, through some perception beyond sensation, through the bowels of the Force, he recognized a very defined presence. His hand rested upon his waist-mounted blaster rifle, sheathed in a dark, leather holster, bouncing against his thigh as he ran; he was unsure of what would commence upon interaction - he did not even consider this consciously, but deep in his unconscious he recognized the clash of motive, and remained unknowingly wary. He drew the wicked blade, allowing its momentum to trail behind his own, and as he came to a stop, directly above the transgressor-of-reasonable-silence - now revealed to be a zabrak and trandoshan - he began to analyze the scene... at least until he realized he didn't care.

"Now, I'm not a Jedi. I'm something far different. And for threatening me, I think I'm going to have to find the rest of your people. Tell me where they are."

Interested, he crouched, unsure if he had caught either one's gaze or not; if he benefited not from listening, it would still take his mind off the animals lumbering about. The trandoshan obliged; his brows raised - it was unusual, it almost ashamed him for the sake of his culture - but he didn't interfere. He was one to sit and watch lethargically; he was one to indulge in sloth, and demonstrated this affinity, even with blade drawn menacingly. His presence emanated a sense of dread - multiple ones at that, alluding to his true nature; he took no care to disguise this, believing it would only add to the interesting nature of the confrontation, should he be discovered. Besides, he meant no harm, right?

 

[Eliza Stryder]

Eliza walked calmly down the side of the street, one hand holding her duffle, and the other gripping the blaster at her side firmly. This was her home, where she lived nearly half her life, but that didn't mean she trusted anyone, especially at Mos Eisley. She had her jacket pulled on, and the hood pulled up over her head to prevent any bystanders from recognizing her. The last thing she needed was to be turned in...

She froze suddenly though as voices came up from ahead. It wasn't unusual for conflict to arise here, but as she took a couple steps forward again, she saw a man about to be shot down by some of the slavers on the planet. She walked forward with purpose, dropping her bag and moving her other hand down to her second blaster. She pulled them both out of their holsters on her thighs, and was prepared to help. She knew that these slavers were terrible people, she remembered seeing them shoot down a man for accidentally bumping into them on the street as a child. She couldn't do anything about it then, but she could now.

Before she could fire though, the man pulled out a lightsaber, quickly using the force to defeat his opposers. She froze and her eyes widened... was he a jedi?

The answer to her question was quickly answered though when he stated that he was something else. He began to question the man, and after getting his answer, he seemed to back off. She wondered if she should announce her presence at all. Maybe she should just go back to her ship and go back to base... but then again, something told her she shouldn't just yet. She watched as another man approached the force user, speaking to him. When he finished talking, she stepped up to the force user, figuring she'd give him a piece of advice, pulling her hood more over her head to prevent any recognition.

"You need to be more careful, those people are dangerous, and I get that your a Jedi, but those were just thugs... if you get that gangs attention, the bigger and smarter members will come for you" she muttered to him, looking towards the ground "I'd say that was reckless, but then again, I'm reckless too, so I don't think I have room to speak... just watch yourself, you may have just gotten on someones bad side" she placed her blasters back in her holster before finally looking him in the eyes "and nice job by the way, I enjoyed the show... plus those slavers are just pure scum..." she then turned to grab her duffel, preparing to leave "just watch yourself, this planet is dangerous, and slashing gang members in the street is a good way to get yourself killed... trust me, I'd know"

 

[Dezoti]

"They're in the old Templar base. The boss figured it would be fortified enough for our purposes. Cages, cells, the like. Perfect for keeping large amo-" A quick smack of Krest's hilt stopped the lizard from talking any longer. The green blade shut down with a hiss, and the Zabrak cast a glance over to [member="Acaleus Thorn"] . He didn't seem like a foe, but it didn't hurt to be careful. His arm lowered, but the lightsaber was gripped as tight as ever. "I'm not worried about mercs or assassins. I'm here to remove them, plain and simple. If you'd like to join, feel free."

Of course, his gaze looked over to [member="Eliza Stryder"] as she spoke. Jedi? Heh, why did everyone assume he was a Jedi? At least correcting people wasn't that hard, or so he hoped. Krest turned to her, smiling. "I'm still not a Jedi. But I do appreciate your concern. This is what I'm trying to do. These slavers have someone close to me, and I don't intend on leaving them behind. You sound like you know em though, so you mind if I borrow that knowledge? I can pay." Krest needed the help. Sure, he could hold off a couple thugs with surprise and the Force, but he wasn't that good. Blue eyes watched her for a moment longer before he turned, moving over to a nearby sack. It was his naturally, and he reached in to pull out a small box of credits, and a bundled up blade. "I got credits for all of you, if you're interested. Course, you don't have to. Plan is to simply walk in, beat em all, and walk out. I welcome any other ideas of course." Slowly Krest began to unravel his bandaged sword. Lightsaber back on his hip, he figured he might as well get the blade ready to go. The only reason he didn't have it prior was because of how obvious it would be. Last thing he wanted was people to assume him a Force User or a freak, hence the mostly concealed lightsaber. The blade itself was ornate, decorated by his own hand. It was, however, sheathed. He carried it in a single hand before turning to where the old temple was.

"Any help would be appreciated. That include you, too, up there." A side long glance was sent to [member="The Talatheen Amalgam"] . Krest had noticed him earlier, when he wanted to be noticed, but he didn't want to push the stranger to talk. Just in case this man happened to be an enemy and not a friend. Seeing as though he hand't attacked, might as well assume he was a friend. "Again, if you lot want to. I'll be off!" A quick wave was offered before the man turned, resting his blade on his sheath. Krest had a lot to do, and he wasn't about to waste his time begging. If they came, they would. If not, then he should be fine on his own. Hopefully. Concern dripped across his face as he tried to think on how well he would fair.

Well, it could be worse, I think.

 

[Eliza Stryder]

Eliza slowly pulled her hood back slightly, just barely revealing her face. She looked down at the box of credits in surprise before looking up at him and giving a small smirk "yeah, I guess you could say I know em... I've had run-ins with these lot in the past, and many like em" she stated, giving his offer some thought. She wasn't in any rush to leave, and she did need the credits. Ships weren't cheap, and she was tired of borrowing or catching rides with others.

"To hell with it, I've got nothing else going, I'll help you" she stated, holding out her hand and shaking it with his "you've got yourself a deal, I'll help you get your friend back".

 

[The Talatheen Amalgam]

[member="Krest"] [member="Eliza Stryder"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"]

Talatheen had been sent for a mission - one of great importance, one which reflected upon the soul a glint of desire; yet here he stood, kneeling, resting. There was a certain serenity to the necessity of the decision: would he be a faithful apprentice or would he be of service to his instinct? There was no denying the pull of desire; he wanted to follow, certainly - but he was still hesitant, that niche of intellect nagging his process of choice. He settled to indulge in his curiosity for awhile longer, though provided no answer; he simply performed a leap - one driven by the Force, which propelled his momentum through the air with stunning grace - and tucked his body into a roll as he hit the ground, kicking up a small storm of dusty sand. From the abyss of his mechanical expression, he approached with a gaze fraught with hidden disgust- no, not disgust, with the imprint of perplexity: confusion. He drew his rifle with lightning reflex: Red Ice, a monstrosity of his personal creation and taste, reflected upon by its versatile and deadly nature. He held it in anticipation to strike, but not at the zabrak... but the trandoshan.

"I'm- I am astonished at your lethargic nature... Nature? No, your choice to remain riddled by laziness; perhaps disguised... no- you make no attempt to hide it consciously, you simply are oblivious," he crowed in a grim, deep voice grazed by lilts of childish wonder; his finger rested, taut, upon the trigger. "Appreciate- I appreciate the offer, yes; my name: Talatheen. But you- Name? No, wait; as I was saying: But you need to make sure to clean up loose ends; nothing is achieved by letting them know we're- we are coming. We, I said we- before I shoot, give me your name." He dug his heel into the dirt, grinding it against the soft soil, alight with the twin suns' heat. He made no motion to strike without the zabrak making his first move, nor did he intend to until that very point; he was indulging in his curiosity, as he had said earlier - and he would wait for him to take the bait, so he might have an excuse to be drawn further in. It was all an elaborate lie to the self, but he made no effort to expose this, not even to his own conscious mind - he simply, as always, winged it or perhaps went with the flow of it.

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

Acaleus walked beside him stretchig his arms to the side "Old temple? Thought the Jedis or the Siths had taken care or taken place of this kind of places" he didnt want them to see the weapons he had. They were new and he wanted to show them with style. It have taken weeks for jobs or working with idiots rich men. After getting to the planet his next step was gaining a ship "But, its a gang lair so it could have stay hidden for very long time without being noticed" With that he would never get to travel with caravans everytime he had to move...it was starting to anger him the memories of the travels with fat guys sitting next to him. He waited for a response of Krest

[member='The Talatheen Amalgam'] [member='Eliza Stryder'] [member='Krest'],

 

[Dezoti]

"Awesome. I'll thank you when we finish this, alright?" A smile was offered to [member="Eliza Stryder"] when she agreed. He really did need the help after all. Krest could only smile wider as [member="Acaleus Thorn"] spoke up too. The Zabrak nodded once, but he wasn't agreeing to the Sith or Jedi. "The Templar Order once rivaled the Sith and Jedi, though I suppose those days are long past. Neither Jedi or Sith could get into this temple though, they wouldn't even know it was there. The Templars weren't the most outgoing order after all." There was a pause, followed by a chuckle. "But enough history. Lets be o-"

Krest cut himself off as his gaze fell to [member="The Talatheen Amalgam"] rolling over. And lifting his gun. The Zabrak kept quiet, making no move to pull his sword free or even defend himself. He wasn't in danger, at least not yet. The gun was pointed at the Trandoshian after all. Why he didn't kill the man? And what was his name? He would keep silent for a little while longer, not enough to anger the machine man, but to gather his own thoughts. Why didn't he kill the lizard again? Right! A mental light bulb went off as he smiled once more.

"He's not dead, because his gang already expects me to show up. Why else would he be so willing to tell me? The last he saw was just me, and when he wakes up to tell them just that, they won't expect the rest of you at all. We can use that, can't we?" He was calm, despite knowing that he could easily be shot down. Then again, inside he knew there was a danger. If this machine man didn't believe him, how would he react? Would he shoot him? Krest doubted he could get a barrier or his sword up in time to keep from being shot. What else was there? Right!

"Oh, and my names Krest. The last of the Templars."

 

[Eliza Stryder]

Eliza eyed Krest wearily. He seemed friendly enough, and he seemed to be honest. Yet, something about him was strange to her, almost familiar after taking a closer look at him. She shook off the feeling quickly though, not needing to get distracted with false ideas of deja vu.

"Krest... its a pleasure to meet you, I'm Eliza, Eliza Stryder, an engineer" she said, giving him a smile "and apologies for the hood, it isn't that I don't trust you, its that I don't trust anyone else... there are some here who'd love to see me dead, or worse things, and I can't risk it in the middle of the city" she muttered bitterly, shaking her head.

"I'm ready when your ready though, just say the word"

 

[The Talatheen Amalgam]

We. Not a word Talatheen would have encouraged a stranger to haul about with such willing oral voracity of vocabulary; not a subtle gesture at the least. However, such encouragement of grouping them certainly caught his attention; though not nearly enough as the insistence that they were already ready for the man - the one named Krest, Last of the Templars - or the fact he intended to us him for the benefit of surprise. There was also the manner of his... ease, his willful desire of mercy; it was one that left a bitter taste in Talatheen's collective mouths, but it would be an interest he would indulge upon, for now. He lowered his rifle in silent response, gathering himself from the faceless, mechanical mask; a symbol of his mechanical nature; and drew a sharp breath which rattled with synthetic, artificial lilts of inhaling. "Oh yes, he could warn them of your prowess; also of your intention of mercy - but you already have another one unconscious, one he saw you safely dispose of. Kill the snakeskin- the trandoshan; leave his body as a message to the insect - the Gand. He will run, warning them of your brutality; they will prepare for a monster... one who wields the blade of the Jedi, no less. They will gather themselves - prepare; but be no match for the flexibility of a coordinated assault by us- or as you put it: 'they won't expect the rest of you all.'"

He never pulled the trigger however, he awaited the man's response; or perhaps another, who intended to intervene upon good well. Regardless he waited, with only an additional comment: "You ask others- strangers to assist you? Of course, we live in a wide Galaxy; fun can be sparse regardless, though - I will help. But for you, who has the gall to do so - asking us strangers and freaks - you'd- you had best to assure that victory is best on your side; it leaves you looking dishonest when you favor your own morals above the lives... of those whom are requested to put our- their lives on the line for you- thee." Oh yes, that sounded much more melodramatic; in secret his smiled with self-satisfaction. Although Krest could surely not see it, the Amalgam attempted hefty eye-contact; his rage nonexistent - perhaps he could sense this - but he bluffed regardless, not in regards to killing, but assisting his endeavor. He was not yet sold to the prospect - a reality that would depend upon the zabrak's subsequent reaction: how he would react to the intent to kill a helpless victim. He would give his all (though, ultimately, it was just an elaborate self-distraction; his intent to procrastinate - shopping for smugglers was messy and dull business), perhaps regardless; but he sought to drag out this confrontation for as long as possible. As for the others involved, he decided they were not yet worth addressing; he was too fixated on the ordeal at hand.

[member="Eliza Stryder"]
[member="Krest"]
[member="Acaleus Thorn"]

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

"Dude please. I just want to loot whatever i can from that place. Not anything sacred of course" said looking at Krest "Not as i sign of disrespect, but the bandits could leave weapons or armor after we attack that temple. Maybe credits. If it werent for that i would just be on my way" he said looking at the strange man and then at Krest "Name´s Acaleus, i can be your assassin" he thought of buying a nice ship after selling the share of the loot "Are we going or we waiting for someone?"

[member='The Talatheen Amalgam'],[member='Eliza Stryder'],[member='Krest'],

 

[Dezoti]

[member="The Talatheen Amalgam"] would be watched as he spoke, and Krest would be silent the whole time. He was right. The Gand would wake to find his dead friend, and know that Krest was the only one there. Perhaps it could even create a feeling of fear. Very slowly he would nod to the cyborg. "Very well. Feel free to kill him, if you'd like to. I feel that you are correct, so I leave that to your judgement." With that, the Zabrak would turn, nodding to [member="Acaleus Thorn"] and [member="Eliza Stryder"] . "I don't expect anyone to show their face, I haven't yet for example." The man chuckled for a moment, seeming to not even care about the fate of the Trandoshian. To him, the lizard was nothing more than a slaver, and he only left him alive to send a message. A message, it seemed, didn't need him alive to begin with. Ah well.

"And if you would like to loot the place, feel free. Nothing will be left for the Templars and their past, so it's all yours, if you want." A nod was offered to the hooded man before Krest began to walk towards where the temple would be. It would take a bit to walk there, but he wasn't in that much of a hurry. He hadn't said anything yet, but the two slavers weren't alone, and when the others show up to find one dead, they'll be hunting soon enough. Less they'll have to face when they get to their base of operations at least.

Krest would be silent as they walked, unless spoken to, until such a thing would begin.

 

[Eliza Stryder]

As the group walked towards the temple. Eliza couldn't help but remember her almost forgotten deja vu experience. She didn't know why the man seemed so familiar, but he somehow did, and she couldn't shake the feeling of it. She didn't know if he could feel her gaze on his back (she assumed he probably could since he was force sensitive) but she kept looking anyway to see if there was a characteristic that would tell her if she had met him before, at some point in her life...

She moved up from the other two, still walking along with the group but moving closer to Krest. She didn't say a word at first, just casually walking beside him before turning her head to look at him. She stared a moment longer before asking "excuse me, I can't shake this, and I'm just curious, are you with the rebellion? Or have you ever worked on any ships around the outer rim? I know its weird but I just thought you looked familiar..." she paused, wondering if she should even have mentioned it at all.

She slowly pulled herself back quickly from the odd vibe, moving a hand under her hood to scratch the back of her head awkwardly, stating "sorry, I know this doesn't involve the mission, and rest assured, I'm sure its nothing, and you don't have to answer any of what I just asked, but I just feel like I've seen you somewhere before, it was purely curiosity...".

 

[The Talatheen Amalgam]

[member="Eliza Stryder"]
[member="Krest"]

Talatheen nodded - so it would be, that this zabrak, would not be wholly unreasonable; so with the pull of the trigger sparks erupted and the Trandoshan, helpless and unconscious, was departed from this life, his body erupting upon the strikes of plasma, rendered charred gore. He took pleasure in it; not from the violence, neigh - he was more refined, more than a carnal thing - he permitted the sacrifice as testimony to the depth, to the reality of his decision. He was bound, tethered by blood, to see this action through; Aphos would be proud. Blah-looting-blah, recited the Amalgam silently among the currents of his muse; he cared not for the monetary, save for true value: knowledge. Until the opportunity came, he would remain lethargic in action - a feat which showed as he pursued the group; yes, the woman ran ahead, to chat with what would be fruitfully dubbed henceforth: The Leader. Also, henceforth, Talatheen found his patience lacking in the extended tour this red-skin was providing as they traveled their way to this so-spoken "temple."

His gaze pivoted towards the hooded figure; dubbed [member="Acaleus Thorn"] and, proven hitherto, without etiquette. Laundering the weight of boredom, Talatheen thought to subside this by enacting conversation the way he figured mercenaries would often do: "Acaleus, yes?" he sought to confirm - though offered no opportunity for his reply, this was the trap often employed subtlety, to the pretense of friendly conversation: "Talatheen; ah, yes- name: Talatheen. Don't- do not get in my way, please; pleasantries go along way. Violence is short-lived, I would prefer to not accidentally hit you - cannon fodder is best utilized strategically."

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

He looked Talatheen and smiled "Well excuse me if my saber accidentally drops in your face...I wouldnt know what to do with your body" he wasnt a fan of that guy, but he would have to endure him for the rest of the mission. Not that there was a problem, odd people were an everyday thing in the life of a mercenary. Acaleus was following Krest when he heard what Eliza said, he was bored so any story heard would keep his mind busy "This will be interesting enough"
But he remembered something and opened his force channels quickly, using it as a radar. Surprises like an ambush from the Tusken were the last thing in his How To Die list. He didnt sense any near threat. Just a few Banthas and a Krayt dragon. But they were too far and if the Krayt was hungry, he would go for the Banthas.
[member='The Talatheen Amalgam'],[member='Eliza Stryder'],[member='Krest'],

 

[Dezoti]

"Familiar? Well, I'm not a rebel to my knowledge, nor do I own or work on any ships in the outer rim." Blue eyes glanced over to [member="Eliza Stryder"] as she spoke. For now, he would leave [member="Acaleus Thorn"] and [member="The Talatheen Amalgam"] to their conversations, if they had any. What interested him was how Eliza found him so familiar. If she didn't have her hood up, maybe Krest could have found out she was familiar too. Maybe. Krest had been out of the world so long he wasn't sure who he would remember now.

"I use to own this planet so to speak. Long ago at least, when the Templars were here. Knight Commander of the Tatooine system. I was in charge of dealing with the gangs and the like. If you were around for that, perhaps that's why? I was pretty well known back then."

 

[Jericho]

The sands of the planet brushed against his black mask, his right hand raised to cover the little beads from hitting his dark brown eyes. As he reached the entrance brushed off a layer revealing an old symbol that he was somewhat familiar with. The entrance door was intact and needed some sort of code to get into showing that this old temple was untouched by raider hands or that of other Sith or Jedi. The warrior merely used the force to crush the door and made his way in. Despite being untouched the temple was down and in disrepair from years without any type of maintenance; of the people who once resided here, he knew little of outside of name and few faces. The Templars. In his time he had faced off with a these templars under the impression that he was a rogue or dark sider. For sometime he was curious of what had happened to them though not enough to openly look for them, he had found traces of the old order from his travels and missions. After deciding to follow up on these clues of the old order it led him here. He walked down the temples halls and searched around finding an old library he began to search for old holocrons in quiet. Until he felt the presence of three force users nearing this location; what did they seek? Knowledge? Something worth a pretty credit? Pure need for destruction? He did not know. He only felt the three and from his combat experience, never underestimate foe but realizes strength, there was only one he felt that could give him an exercise. Was that one the master over the other two? Jericho hid his presence and would keep an eye on them if they chose to enter the old temple.

[member="Krest"] [member="Eliza Stryder"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="The Talatheen Amalgam"]

 

[The Talatheen Amalgam]

[member="Jericho"]
[member="Krest"]
[member="Eliza Stryder"]

"Wouldn't- would not know what to do with the body; I'd- I would suggest leaving it there. Hate to be- I would hate to be a burden," he crowed in reply to [member="Acaleus Thorn"]. Fantastic, he thought, inflicting internal conflict; the ultimate bonding. It would solidify commitment to the cause - perhaps enough for him to bear the majority of death's list; while Acaleus would depart the opposition from this life unto the next, Talatheen would likely find another distraction. Maybe rummage about; while he had silently insisted against monetary gain, these slaver folk may have uncovered something of worth - some data that would compliment the collection of intellectual knowledge that comprised the recess of his mind. Meanwhile, following the rather contrived (and unknowingly misinterpreted) conversation, his feet plowed through the small dunes of dry sand; it was a pleasant feeling, as if he were a titan - obliterating mountain ranges with shuffles of his feet. The hot suns bore down upon his metallic composition; his skin burning softly - however, he paid this little mind; he was enjoying his gigantism fantasies far too much to be bothered.

 

[Eliza Stryder]

"Knight Commander..." she muttered, trying to find a connection. She was familiar with the title, and she knew about them, but she couldn't remember a scenario where she'd ever gotten to meet one. "I've certainly been around, been livin' here my whole life, or at least until I was able to finally get off the planet" she stated, giving him a grin "been off around the galaxy ever since, exploring till I finally found a purpose for my life, yet I always come back here when I can, usually just for visits, seeing people I once knew".

She walked in silence for a couple of moments, staring at the dunes of sand now surrounding them as they journeyed toward the temple. The heat was now hitting her in full force, and they were no longer surrounded by many watchful eyes of Mos Eisley. With a moments hesitation, she lowered the hood and removed the jacket, tying it in its usual position around her waist. "The title definitely sounds familiar, but I don't know, I don't remember ever officially meeting any Knight Commanders, not speaking wise anyway, but yes, that must be where I remember you from" she said, shrugging and pulling out a cigarette from her pocket and lighting it as they walked forward to the temple.