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Duel The Lost Children of Ryloth



Braze Braze


Despite the situation, his icy quip back to her brought a small smirk to her face. The young Jedi was spicy - and she liked that. His attitude reminded her a bit of herself, if she could be honest. She chose not to play into his little game; there really was no point in snipping back and forth with each other.

She noticed the silence that befell his movements, moving forward as if he was light on his feet. It was almost as if he wasn’t there, and not soon after she noticed this, Revna sensed his Force presence encompassing them both. She didn’t comment on this, but continued as she had been, moving with the same care and caution as before - a shadow through the forest.

The young woman was slightly surprised he responded to her probing question about his use of Dark side abilities, though his response brought another small smile to her face.

...what a Sith thing to say.” she replied softly to his comments. Indeed, many dark siders and Sith would say the same thing. How ironic, she thought to herself as she studied him again, a little more closely this time. This young Jedi was certainly not what she thought he was upon first meeting him. There were many layers to him, a unique story under the surface…one she knew she’d probably never learn. His animosity towards her because of what she was, was just too deep - and that was fine. Though she was curious and she wanted to learn more, she wouldn’t force him to tell her anything.

She noticed the braid - and its adornments. She wondered what the purpose was behind them all, their function, their story…but again - she figured it would not be something she would ever learn. The padawan braid was a strange concept to her; Sith acolytes or apprentices didn’t have such things; they employed other symbols or methods, if any at all. She knew of some Sith that marked themselves in the flesh, or even carried brands or scars - be it done by their own hand, or by their master’s or someone else’s. Revna herself did not carry any markings on her skin, other than the various scars she’d obtained through her enslavement. Perhaps, one day, she’d ritually mark herself with the tenets of the Order of Wonosa…but that was something she wanted her Master to do, if it ever happened.

As she studied the youth with her, she noticed and recognized the various symbology of what he wore. Even on his armor, as unique as it was. Such things only deepened her curiosity, her desire to learn more about him. The why, behind everything.

She sighed softly, an almost disappointed sound. But she didn’t speak nor voice all that which was in her head.

Eventually, she did ask her other question - and he responded to it. It was exactly what she would do, and wanted to do: help the children be reunited with their loved ones…or help guide them towards a better future. Her mind drifted to young Veradun, the orphaned boy whom she had saved on Tund, whom she had found a new family for within the cult overseen by her Master.

So we want the same thing.” she replied in a soft voice, glancing at the youth with narrowed eyes. “Must be strange for you to hear that an individual who calls themselves a Sith wants to help innocent children. That a supposedly cruel and evil dark sider would even concern themselves with such things.” the little woman remarked, a touch mockingly.

Ahead of them stood a structure, highlighted by the fading light of Ryloth’s sun. An old hideout, no doubt, worn through time and age. It’s presence loomed before the two unlikely, if only brief, allies in this strange adventure. A Jedi and a Sith, working together towards the same goal.

A rare occurrence, but one not unknown to history. To Revna, it took wisdom for one to set aside their petty ideologically differences to work with their enemy towards a common objective. She wondered if the young yet skilled and daring padawan recognized such a thing. Or if he even cared at all.


 




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"You might believe that our goals align, but at the root fundamentally, they diverge at the core. The aid you offer and the aid I propose lead down vastly different paths. It's ironic, isn't it? The Sith doctrine omits knowledge yet dares to challenge the concept of peace.

Sith lords desire their followers complacent and uninformed, kept in servitude under the guise and the pretense of freedom. You pledge allegiance to those who would keep you enslaved. You are kept in the dark, fed lies to keep you docile for those above you. It's not your fault; your perceptions have been distorted. Kept in the dark and fed falsehoods, you're used by those above you as nothing more than a tool. Jedi do not seek to oppress or rule; they do not fear the power that comes from knowledge. By denying you true understanding, you are kept ignorant. They rob you of the power to see clearly.

I pity those misled to believe in the Sith's promise of help, trapped in a destructive cycle while believing it aids them... It's a tragic fate, worse than death, being so deceived. It would galvanize and radicalize me to learn I was so pervesely trapped in such an endless loop.

By standing with them, you empower those who wish to keep you passive and easily controlled."


As he whispered this, his voice seemed to emanate from behind her, not using his mouth but still distinctly his as he moved towards the entrance. He paused, then darted off into the brush, seemingly searching for a place to hide. It was odd—why wouldn't he charge the building to rescue the children? What was he planning, lurking so close yet seemingly inactive?

Didn't he realize that the longer he waited, the longer they remained in what were likely terrible, abusive conditions? Each moment of hesitation potentially deepened the scars those innocent lives would carry. It was a dire predicament, demanding immediate action, yet here he was, seemingly inactive. His strategy was unclear, adding layers of tension to an already fraught situation. What was he planning, lurking so close, yet holding back at such a critical time?
 


Braze Braze


Though she listened to his whispered words, Revna found herself scoffing softly.

You truly are an ignorant fool, she thought to herself though she did not voice these thoughts aloud - though she desperately wanted to. But something about his words made her look at him with disdain; he spouted these words, and yet he himself used dark side techniques and his earlier attitude and words strongly reminded her of her own kind. Two-faced, hypocritical snake. Pick a side before you start spouting such things, she growled in her own mind as she turned her eyes to him briefly, not bothering to hide the scorn she felt for him in the moment.

She was about to give him a piece of her mind when he suddenly darted off, which immediately made the young Sith cautious of their surroundings. His sudden movements into the brush might have seemed odd to others, but to her it was a warning.

Revna glanced around herself briefly, looking for an avenue of concealment. A heavily foliated tree near to him caught her eye, and with well practiced ease, the little woman used her agility and small size to find her away up and within its branches - choosing not to use the Force, just in case doing so might give their position or presence away to whatever was out there. She blended into the shadows and the foliage, virtually disappearing, and waited to see just what had prompted the so-called Jedi to hide.


 




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Braze couldn't comment or explain or teach her anything about her misconceptions because, well, they weren't voiced. Nevertheless, he seemed intent on finishing this mission. He was quiet for some time, just... watching. What could he be waiting for? Nothing dangerous seemed to be out here...

As the minutes stretched on, Braze's focus remained. What was he waiting for?
 


Braze Braze

As the minutes stretched on and nothing seemed to happen or reveal itself, Revna sighed softly and slipped quietly from the branches to appear beside the Jedi youth, staying low and watchful, before she glanced at him.

We need to communicate if we are to work together on this and get it done. So care to tell me what you are doing, or waiting for?” she inquired in a low voice, waiting patiently for him to clue her in.

 




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Braze rolled his eyes and glanced back at her. "You're not very good at stakeouts, huh?" he asked. "I'm waiting for someone to come outside... so I can get inside without raising suspicions too high. They'll come out when they realize their friends aren't coming back. They haven't been using any long-range communications out of fear of being monitored. I don't want anyone who's in there to be threatened any worse by my presence here..."

Just as Braze predicted, a figure eventually emerged from the hideout, looking around nervously. Braze motioned for Revna to follow, and moved stealthily toward the door, using the opportunity to slip inside. The interior was dimly lit, with the sounds of muffled voices and occasional whimpers of fear.

 


Braze Braze


And you're not very good at communicating with others. How am I supposed to know you wanted to do a stakeout if you didn’t inform me of such beforehand?” she replied back, forcing her voice to be level and calm despite her annoyance.

She took a deep breath and released it quietly, dipping her head in acknowledgement of his plan, falling silent as she in turn waited patiently as well. Eventually, however, a lone figure did emerge from the shadows of the hideout. Revna eyed the figure for a moment, noting their tension as they scanned the surrounding area, as if looking for someone or something.

The Jedi with her took that opportunity to move forward, motioning for her to follow along, and both of them slipped inside the hideout silently. There was a thought in the back of her mind that they should have neutralized the individual outside, that way they didn’t have an enemy at their back - but killing or otherwise disabling him might cause the others within alarm, if for some reason he was supposed to report back and never did. It was a risk either way, but keeping whoever was inside in the dark was a better option, especially if the children were inside as well. Besides, she knew the lone figure would be dealt with eventually, one way or the other.

Once within, she could pick up the sound of distant voices and fearful whimpers, a sound that made her more alert and focused. She kept her eyes on the dimly lit surroundings around them, while also keeping track of the young Jedi with her, not wanting to miss any of his cues. Revna had no problem letting him lead this little mission; they both had the same end goal, whether he believed they did or not.

 




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"You're right. I'm a bad communicator," Braze stated simply in a hushed tone. His voice seemed to come from right next to her ear, almost a whisper, despite his position in front of her.

The interior of the hideout was dimly lit, the air heavy with an oppressive stillness. Dust motes floated in the faint shafts of light that pierced through cracks in the walls and ceiling. The smell of damp earth and mildew mixed with a faint, metallic tang that hinted at recent violence. Shadows clung to the corners, hiding the extent of the room's contents and its occupants.

As Braze and Revna moved deeper, they could hear the distant murmur of voices, punctuated by occasional whimpers of fear. The sound guided them, drawing them toward a large central room. Here, the voices were clearer, a mixture of harsh commands and the softer, desperate pleas of the captives.

The room itself was cluttered with makeshift beds, crates of supplies, and a few rudimentary weapons stacked against the walls. The captors, rough-looking individuals with the hardened demeanor of seasoned criminals, patrolled lazily, their eyes occasionally drifting toward the frightened children huddled together in the far corner.

Braze's heart clenched at the sight, his resolve hardening. He motioned for Revna to stay close, his mind racing with strategies to neutralize the guards without causing a panic.
 

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