Private The Quest of Lord Darkstalker

[Lord Darkstalker]

As Valery Noble was resting outside, watching the beauty of Naboo's gorgeous waterfalls, a certain Kel Dor male walked through the grass, slightly seeing her now as he walked directly towards her position. He would not have to say anything, either. He knew that the inferior Jedi still had the ability to sense nearby life. Especially enemies.

Except he wasn't here as her enemy. He knew he would have to say that. And he was all too prepared to.

He couldn't explain it, but he knew the solution to his problem would be her. The dark side gave him this truth in a vision the previous infinite darkness he was in since... he didn't know how long. He didn't know how long he had been out, or how he was here.

No, he knew that. He and his master's ship had been split in two, directly separating the two despite them being next to each other. Thank goodness for their built-in emergency deflector shields made in case the ship, well, split in two. The energy between he and his master during that moment was immeasurable, so they knew directly where it would split if it did.

In hindsight, maybe they should have landed first.

But now, there was no turning back. And in the darkness since, he had a nearly infinite number of visions of what he was to do. And how much of a threat his master's power would actually be if he succeeded.

And that was why he needed the help of a Jedi. Because they have a long record of (somehow) eradicating the dark side's grip on the galaxy.

That was what he needed, as he was now less than 20 standard feet away from her.

This is Lord Darkstalker, as his master had named him. And he was about to ask for help from a Jedi.

"How pathetic of me," he thought to himself, "to have to ask a Jedi for help."

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers | Double-Bladed Lightsabe

Valery sat cross-legged on the soft grass near the edge of the cascading Naboo waterfall, her amber eyes fixed on the rushing waters as they fell into the serene pool below. The gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers, and the faint mist from the falls cooled her skin. For a moment, the galaxy's endless conflicts felt far away, and she allowed herself to bask in the peace of Naboo's beauty.

But the Force had other plans.

The distant ripple in the Force was faint, insignificant even, but it had been there for some time. It was not the kind of presence that demanded immediate attention, but Valery was attuned to even the subtlest shifts, and this one was steadily approaching her position. She didn't move, nor did her expression change as she tracked the source in the periphery of her senses. The intruder's intentions weren't clear, but there was no mistaking the tinge of darkness in his aura. It wasn't overwhelming — not yet, at least — but it was enough to put her on alert.

As the presence drew closer, her focus remained on the waterfall. She could hear the soft crunch of grass beneath his boots now, each step deliberate, growing louder as he approached. It wasn't until he was less than twenty feet away that she finally shifted her attention.

"You've been walking toward me for some time," Valery said, her voice calm but edged with quiet authority. "If you're here to fight, you'll find no victory. If you're here for something else, speak."

Her tone left no room for games, but there was a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. Sith rarely approached Jedi with anything other than violence, and she was intrigued by the faint hesitation she sensed in him. Whatever his purpose, Valery was ready.

Lord Darkstalker ​

 

[Lord Darkstalker]

The mysterious Kel Dor figure stood tall, nearly seven standard feet. His robes looked similar to that of a traditional Jedi's, only black and slightly tarnished. His shin guards were that of a heavy metal, a material shared by the buckle on his belt. The dark cherry red sleeves of his robes went into his black lined gloves, that nearly went up to his elbow. And the cape he wore crossed over in his front, and flowed at his back, slight and small tears at its edges. The outside of the cape shared the black of the robes, however the inside shared the red of the sleeves. The pants and boots shared the black, too, even though both were mostly covered by the tabard of the robes and the metallic shin guards. You could tell he would stand out in a crowd.

His face would remind you of any other Kel Dor, and the mask was the same pitch black as all other Kel Dors'. The top of his head was more rounded, and it stood as tall as the rest of him. Stiff, almost as if an immovable force.

He spoke with a deep and slightly synthesized voice, due mostly to the breathing mask Kel Dor had to wear anywhere outside of their home.

"Valery Noble. Jedi Grandmaster and Battlemaster, as I've seen. The Force has guided me to you. I need your help." He said this with confidence and clarity, with a sound of slight acknowledgement that he knew Valery would not at first accept it.