The Past is in the Past....

[Ak'lya]

Mustafar had been easy on her, from what she could tell. Better than she remembered Susevfi, at least. She hadn't needed to calculate her escape from there. No Defender had come for her yet. That was good. She was surprised, but not disappointing. And the Blackguard knew about them now. So, it didn't matter. Not unless they attacked the Blackguard holdings. Then.... that would be trouble.

Gida stared at the saber in her hand for a while as she sat in the woods of Yavin 4. She didn't remember how she got here. But she was here, waiting for something, someone, to show. She needed to find a way off this rock. She didn't know how.

[member="Veino Garn"]

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Gida Toqema"]

Veino paused, and stretched out with the Force. There was a familiar presence here. From quite a while ago, but not quite how he remembered it. He frowned, and changed his direction to find the person. He moved quietly through the jungle, Force presence cloaked and hidden out of old habit. Who could this be? As far as he could tell, one of probably twenty individuals. The question was which one, and what they were doing here.

 

[Ak'lya]

Slowly beginning to walk on the edges of a clearing, she began to spin the lightsaber in her hand. The sapphire blade sprung to life, spinning in velocity after velocity as she went through Form I's motions. No one could call her lax in her training. Her thoughts wandered as the blade moved. What was here? She wasn't much with the force, but she knew that she wasn't alone anymore. Something, or worse, someone, was nearby. But she couldn't sense them. She didn't know where they were. And it terrified her. She kept moving, kept swinging. She wouldn't stop until [member="Veino Garn"] found her

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Gida Toqema"]

Veino stopped and tilted his head to listen. A hum. Lightsaber, definitely. Only one though. That probably means its practice then. Or something else. He couldn't quite place who it was though. So he crept up carefully, crouching and slipping between the foliage for cover. Then he stopped at the edge of the clearing and shook his head slowly. That was not who he had been expecting. He gave a surprised smile and stepped out into the clearing, sauntering slightly, and shaking his head in amusement.

"Didn't expect to see you here."

 

[Ak'lya]

She spun, surprised to see him. "Nor I you." The saber ended it's arc in a simple guard as she stepped back. "Who were you expecting?" She could guess, and, really, knew, but she asked anyways. And if she was right, then this wasn't going well. If they were after her, well, then she couldn't hope for a good end to this. She didn't want to go back. Didn't want to be on the run. Not yet.

"It's been a long time, Veino."

[member="Veino Garn"]

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino shrugged and sat down against a tree, trying to stretch out his neck, and wincing as it popped. He rubbed at it gingerly. Travelling was hard on the body, and he was getting old. Unless it wasn't the years, but the mileage. He had plenty of that. More than a lot of people for sure.
"I was actually on my way back to my ship after a training session with one of my students." He paused. It had been a long time. Several years. Lots of lightyears. Several wars. Dozens of planets. "It has been. What brings you here?"

[member="Gida Toqema"]

 

[Ak'lya]

"Running," She replied, her arms slowly dropping down and letting her guard slowly drop to her side. Slowly stepping towards the center, she stared slowly at [member="Veino Garn"]. He looked... older than she remembered. Perhaps he had changed. She didn't know. "So the Saarai-kaar didn't send you?" the fear she felt began to edge into her voice, knowing full well that her meager abilities wouldn't stand up in a fight. And she didn't want to run.

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino looked around at the jungle, and raised an eyebrow. Running? Well, understandable. The Jensaarai were rather....protective of their secrets. He shrugged and picked up a broken branch, and examined it before setting it back down. That was a rather difficult question. Things on Susefvi had been rather politically charged lately.

"No. She did not. I'm not exactly under her command anymore. Bit of a political black sheep, to be honest." He paused, frowning. "That may have come after you left."

[member="Gida Toqema"]