First Reply Trading in Danger

[Ikki Ike]

Yondir Fenn

He wasn't wrong... as she walked and he seemed to be looking at something and distracted for a moment.. she moved around and checked out more of it as the force flowed through her and outwards to sense and feel. Her robes releasing energy when she was checking on some of the other areas. The rooms were impressive and she heard him speak as she gave a nod of her head. "Anger?" She wasn't getting angry impressions but she didn't sense emotions that well.. she was looking at the logistics of it.. a place this large would need staff... large amounts of staff if they wanted to maintain it. THat is was this clean to begin with said something to her andthat meant someone had been wanting to make sure there was nothing here for others to find.

She moved into another room and was observing it... the smaller one would be more cramped but it also had more areas where beds would be. Sparse extra space but it would be able to house some staff for this floor... get a few of them and they could manage even more... going over the math in her head she was thinking about it. If each room fit at the least two people and four staff... if they went by how many levels there seemed to be with half a dozen they ascended and she was going to say at least ten to twenty rooms or between per floor. She was thinking of the size of the people here more but walked. "A small army could be in here, at least a villages worth of people and those who served them or worked to maintain." She stayed in the one room but was mapping it with her interface to make a model of where they had been and where they were going.

 

[Yondir Fenn]

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He sensed it. She didn’t. Were his emotions getting the better of him? The water a trigger for Yondir?
Like the pool had been, reminding him of the lake of yesterday, years away, that sea in his memory.
No…he could feel it… There was a presence here beyond logistics. He was sensitive to it, maybe.
Like a force had swarmed him, whether it was the Force itself, it grabbed at him and it burned.

A tingling feeling at first, enough to make the man blink, shake his head, breaking away from it.
Ikki was already moving ahead, and suddenly Yondir felt grateful she didn’t share his experience.
Memories could be painful things, deceptive and blinding, yet they passed like the building’s staff.
The bedroom that they left was likely an overseer’s, with the lesser quarters near and more cramped.

The pair of Jedi walked onward, yet Yondir could only think of the link that reached ever forward.
That dream that stretched toward him; a memory, so close if distant, while he felt its fragments.
In the smaller chambers, he saw beds and heads on pillows, like ghosts, time moving backward.
He blinked again, swallowing uncertainty, wondering if Ikki glanced at him will she see madness?

Ikki had already told him that she felt nothing. Was he more susceptible? Am I going insane..?
A Sephi in his eighties, old or young depending on the observer; he had been through much.
A wanderer, a Jedi from the Silver Order turned drifter. Aimless, like the wind, night after day.
“There is darkness between the rock, Master Ike.” He wasn’t being cryptic as he touched it.

His hand met stone. “If nothing else, I believe we are getting close.” His partner had her map.
Once again, that meant they could find and climb their way back. He gestured ahead at that.
“Barracks or not, we should move on.” He motioned toward a stairwell winding up and down.
“Warriors or servants, they are bound to a master.” By consent or conscription. Yondir frowned.

“Upward probably leads to some sort of castellan’s chambers, or a lord’s.”
His light drifted downward. “Of course, below would be the storage floor.”
Jedi felt, or tried to, but couldn’t be sure whether up or down was the way.
He sensed no threat yet, but any discovery could just seal both Jedi’s fate.

Ikki Ike

 

[Ikki Ike]

Yondir Fenn

There was a look at him but he seemed lost in his thoughts once again. walking around and Ikki looked at him debating wondering where he went when he looked like that? She didn't say it but filled in parts of the map while they were setting it up and she could find them as well as the markers that were being used. Checking over other parts as it would be able to continue to go up and she was checking doors looking for stairs. Most went down... lower and lower... then one of the more ornate leading up gave her some ideas of who might have been here. Narrow hallways with room for cover, stairs that went largely to different floors and would narrow movement for those trying to ascend.

She moved through the rooms and searching it when she turned back towards him and he was speaking. She offered a smile on her face though nodding. "Perhaps." Storage was what it looked like they had seen or at least the places for meeting and gathering the people early enough. The rooms in the middle and the commanders up top would be something that made plenty of sense. "Up would be the best place for anyone in charge to appear. Tactically I would put their bed chambers somewhere unsuspecting so if something happened they could get out. One soldier walking away can be helpful but a leader depending on how they are viewed can rally more."

She said it but was setting a marker for the to be able to use and mapping the stairway. "Come on. Your thoughts are there but you spend so much time in your head... One might think you were seeing other people and ignoring me."

 

[Yondir Fenn]

Spoiler: Music OOC

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Storage or quarters? Which floor? Should the pair of Jedi go upstairs or downstairs?
Yondir wasn’t sure. His flashlight hovers downward, upward, as he frowns and stares.
Unsure, uncertain, wavering, wondering between right and wrong, or both dark and light.
When he should be determined and rigid; unbent, unbowed, unbroken, unwavering—Jedi.

The man blinked himself out of a daze; a moment in an ocean broken by a woman’s words.
Something’s wrong. Yondir did not voice his thoughts aloud that time. He simply turned to her.
Jedi Master Ikki Ike, his partner who spoke of chambers, soldiers, in a gentle voice that curved.
Who spoke of her partner ignoring her, seeing others—suddenly Yondir Fenn’s thoughts burned.

“My apologies,” he offered, countenance expressionless, save for that face that was plain as day.
His visage betrayed emotion, though it was grave, and even graven with the notion of dismay.
“I’m sorry.” Directly this time, affirmatively, the Jedi Knight offering an apology with less delay.
“Dreamer, some call me. Now you know why, Master Ike.” Dream? Nightmare born of decay.

Unless Yondir was mistaken, Ikki had chosen upstairs as the direction for the Jedi to head in.
What is it..? Spoke a voice. A lonely, lonely voice. Words in his head can get the better of him.
He gave nothing away, clearing his throat, licking his lips. Watcher in the water. Magic. Illusion.
“You lead. I will follow.” Knight’s light hovered upward. Something is coming. Essence. Darkness.

Yondir suffered from doubt. Was it a nexus of dark side energy that plagued the brain of one Jedi?
The Stranger was in a shroud. Were the ghosts just in his head, a blight that had poisoned his mind?
He did not know, but he felt cold, alone, by rock and snow, eyes like stone, ears to sinister drumming.
Here two Jedi were, in the ruins of the remnants of a long lost civilization, abandoned. Winter is coming.

Ikki Ike

 

[Ikki Ike]

Yondir Fenn

She looked at him and her expression was neutral, quiet and without a hint of judgement... she had seen others like that at times thinking to themselves. "It is alright... You spend so much time thinking about the world you are never going to get the chance to live in it." SHe said it while walking and allowing him to follow or think but she was leaving the markers for them to be able to navigate around and continue searching. "A dreamer is needed to give the galaxy a soul... a realist is needed to keep it alive." THe smile remained while she walked and used her glowrod to search around in some of the rooms to see what else they might be able to find.

 

[Yondir Fenn]

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

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Yondir walked alongside Master Ike reflecting on her words. A realist versus a dreamer.
The latter was a trait he had been born with, lived with, fought with, against the former.
“Wise words.” He would not hold it against her if she had quoted them from elsewhere.
“I’ve spent much of my life alone, before and after I became a Jedi.” Dream. Nightmare.

They had navigated upstairs to a hallway but one more adorned than the former ones.
The stonework was much the same, save for being emblazoned with moons and suns.
The depictions were artistic if basic; rock engraved with symbols—hollow to the touch.
Yondir didn’t know what to make of it, save that it was less of outer space, as a hunch.

Signs. Of what was yet to be learned. The pair of Jedi turned toward another chamber.
“Reality is before my feet…yet I am trapped in a dream.” Cryptic speech—forgive him.
Whatever Ikki’s response, even silence, Yondir moved on from the topic, dismissed it.
A dreamer is needed to give a galaxy a soul... A realist is needed to keep it alive...Jedi...

Then again, despite himself, the Jedi could not yet tell whether he’d fallen under a spell.
In the room, he had to blink twice to shake the shadows from his eyes. This is no dream...
“There.” Yondir gestured into the room. Bereft of bed or chest, the room was all but empty.
Except for a sun and for a moon on each wall, and in the center what appeared to be a well.

A circle of stone stood erect as Yondir held his breath. Watcher in the water.
Was that the cause of his condition? Was the touch of madness coming in?
Suddenly a pang of fear came over him, and Yondir Fenn could go no further.
“Something is wrong, Master...” He blinked again, a blur emerging in his vision.

Ikki Ike

 

[Ikki Ike]

Yondir Fenn

Listening to him and moving she was able to see more of what they were encountering... the stone gave way to a room and what he was saying came to her. She internally debated it with herself how to respond but wasn't sure the best way to go about it. Their conversations seemed open ended... and she wanted his attention on the moment not to have him drift off and think about something again. She was looking at the stars in the room for the moment and allowing her eyes to flick around... her maid senses going out as this would be the perfect place for an ambush.. you distracted the people with a new sight after all of the plain walls and rooms afterall.

SHe moved and looked at what could be described as a well which... a well in a building was something you didn't often see enough as she moved and set a marker. Then dropping a glow rod and listening to it while mentally she was keeping count. THen she felt it... her senses going on alert when Yondir seemed to be going closer... than whatever it was after him... enclosing the pair of them in fear and the feelings that were worse as it clung to her skin. "NOt wrong... foul."She said it while sneering a little but was checking around and the stone was slick under her hand... good enough to slip if she wasn't careful but stepping back so her back could be to his she was looking around the room.

 

[Yondir Fenn]

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What is this new devilry..? It was all the Jedi Knight could think. That Ranger. The Stranger.
He might have been prone to dreaming but this was certainly no dream. This was perverse.
If he had any doubt about it, well, his companion before the well agreed; her voice confirmed.
Stars. Moons. Close, far, wall to wall, silent, no tune. Yondir took a breath at Master Ike’s words.

At that hollow moment, a shallow ocean trapped in time, the Jedi Knight reflected—remembered.
He thought of his home, that moon of Rhunor with other rangers, strangers, watchers, dreamers.
To them, to his own kin, a man’s Sephi species if yet different, Yondir Fenn would be rather similar.
He remembered them, as the seconds split, with minutes so distant. I...am…I am...scared…Mother…

He remembered her, a pale whisper, a frail mist in a universe that did not cater to the river.
The lake. Master Ikki Ike replied with a mocking smile. She was a strong Jedi, he’d learned.
Her gaze. She reached a hand on the ring, the surface of stone, unafraid if skin might burn.
No… Don’t go… That voice in his head again, the lady’s, but another voice is what he heard.

“An echo.” Yondir spoke, not caring whether his companion would think him insane at this turn.
“On the approach.” He breathed in, breathed out, the iron on his chest suddenly heavy in girth.
“Get behind me, Master Ike.” He ignited his blade, a green sheen, as something then emerged.
Yondir would protect her—nothing else mattered. He would defend her against this dark curse.

Lord of light. Thought the Jedi Knight. Be my guide.
On that well of stone was shown a hand so white.
Pale fingers, then the others, two hands of blight.
Limbs twisted, crawling, dark hair, dead, as if alive.

Ikki Ike

 

[Ikki Ike]

Yondir Fenn

She was listening... feeling it and then he was moving.. Yondir coming forward and she moved to the side quickly as something was coming.. she could feel it against her skin and she was ready for a fight as the snap-hiss of the blade came. The green light illuminating the area and responding as she moved her fingers to extend small wires quickly before testing the smaller weights. She could see the thing coming out fo the well and was prepared fore the fight as the senses of danger came from around... the chamber was much different when she could feel it. There were more things here and she spun around as it looked like something was mvoing around them. Smaller with the sounds of her wires coming out and activating as she slashed into one and tightened the wires allowing her to toss them to the side and into another one while the saber activated and came back illuminating dark eyes from one of the rooms.

 

[Yondir Fenn]

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An echo. Thoughts were broken. On the approach. His feelings made him choke.
Get behind me…Master Ike… To Jedi Master Ikki Ike, this one feeble Knight spoke.
Yondir, he urged her, yet it was not her… For a moment, his vision was so distant.
Ikki had already proven her prowess in combat. She could swing a blade and fist.

What…is...this..? Yondir blinked. Mother… The son would not see her flesh and blood.
He would save her! His own mother! Even as the man’s own head began to pound.
The headache would have to wait. The lady beside him faced enemies and swung.
Beside his lightsaber, her wiry lights curved higher, against apparitions all around.

I…see…you… Yondir licked his lips. He must be determined to end this wicked threat.
That evil thing which was pulling on his heart and his mind like strings on a puppet.
The creature before him, some undead monstrosity, long black hair over her head.
It draped low, and it veiled her face, while she wore a white gown, stained and wet.

She was on her feet now. In only moments, instants, as Master Ike fought her foes.
I am the shield of the mountain. Yondir breathed in as the girl walked, heel and toes.
I am the sword of the forest. He breathed out. He could smell a darkness like death.
The girl from the well held up her hand as the Knight held his sword and stepped.

Ready to swing and cleave, to lop her head off in one heartbeat.
Instead, Yondir felt himself fly backward, his back striking a wall.
His attacker had pinned him to it, fingers flexed, as she stood tall.
The Force..? Yondir struggled to think. These were stranger things.

Ikki Ike

 

[Ikki Ike]

Yondir Fenn

She could feel it around herself... the movement of combat was something you needed to be careful of... she was allowing the force to guide her bodies movements. She was moving quickly... letting her body react without the mind getting in the way while Yondir was fighting something bigger. She could keep the smaller things off of it before she was moving with most of her attention on keeping the room clear. Her hands moved as fingers danced with the wires and it wrapped around slashing through enemy forces... her attention was on the details for the moment... then she was breathing and dancing with a twist when something came close and almost grabbed her. The wires wrapping around her body and the hands reaching to sever them. Painting them both in viscous liquid before it howled going back. Ikki kicking it away before she moved connecting one wire to the wall and another below it so that as they charged towards Yondir that got sliced up.

 

[Yondir Fenn]

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Balance. That was a Jedi’s essence. Yondir, the Dreamer, was inside his mind like those others.
His people, that Sephi race on Rhunor, for they shared a connection with the lake, each warrior.
Each Ranger before and after him with a vision of that moonlit bridge. Yet thoughts weren’t lost.
They were controlled. The Jedi taught to clear the mind from distractions. They were not wrong.

Balance. A Padawan had developed it, instructed to direct his thinking like suppressing emotion.
Yet he was a stoic, so the latter task was less of a challenge. The former was like sailing an ocean.
The wind was his friend and his enemy, but at this moment there was no wind, only the dead air.
The Knight’s mind was racing, thoughts betraying, his feelings haunting. He felt so very…scared.

What...is she…doing...to me..? Pinned to the wall, gripped so as not to fall, pressed upon the rock.
Watcher in the water. Yondir fought back, tried to free himself to no avail. No…watcher in the well.
His head was throbbing. He glimpsed Ikki slinging her lightwires, and fluidly slaying each enemy.
Helpless, the Knight could only watch those dark shapes come toward him until they were gone.

Sliced in half. Fight back! That creature from the well flicked her wrist. Yondir’s head might split.
He closed his eyes in that moment. Free your mind. She was feeding on him. Open your eyes.
She tilted her head, countenance veiled by that black curtain of hair. Be the wind. Not the water.
The lake was far away. He could not afford this tomb as his grave. The Force is Yondir’s blade.

One hand on the hilt of his lightsaber still ignited, beaming green, as his other fingers curled in.
He imagined only an impenetrable fortress—no, a forest. Lightning. Emerald. Electric judgment.
It flashed from his fingertips in seconds, forked forth before it transformed into an orb so bright.
Emerald lightning crackled but was just being channeled into something else. An aura. The light!

Yondir never used Force light before in this measure. At low power, yet enough for the creature.
The pale, deathly girl was struck by a blast of bright light-side energy, and was pushed backward.
Her grip on him broken, the Knight’s feet found the floor. He wasted no moment to storm forward.
The Force was a shield to her mental barrage, and then a sword to sever her connection with Yondir.

His head was no longer throbbing, but his heart was racing with adrenaline.
Temporarily tapped out on Force powers, Yondir swung his saber into her.
She reacted fast, holding up her hand to catch the blade before it could hit.
She reversed the energy, pushing Yondir backward. He turned. “MASTER!”

Ikki Ike

 

[Ikki Ike]

Yondir Fenn

She could feel it... soemthing different coming from him... something of a feeling and spared a moment to glance at him and she allowed her body and mind to breathe in and out... the force guiding her movements when she was making a circuit around the well to catch back up with him... the display for a moment all she could think about but she was allowing her body to react with the guidance of the force. She stopped shy of him when he called out and she would be able to move around... allowing her slicesabers to wrap around another thing and pull it apart for the pair of them. She moved and stopped bringing the wires around herself like a shield and then sent them out again to cover the area and push back at what there was around them. TO clear it and stand with Yondir while offering her aid and the force... she was calculating it in her head.... focusing on it as she spoke in a whisper of compressed energy. 'Back.' THe whisper came and sent a shockwave towards the well to blast the stonework back and into the wall as she used the power of the oswaft communications.

 

[Yondir Fenn]

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

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Master. The Knight had cried. Master Ike. Hearing her name in split seconds strengthened him.
She was a woman, but there was another woman in his blinded mind, fractured, and fractioned.
Mother. He was putting the pieces back together in instants, not minutes, but it was hard to focus.
Alone, he was so broken. With Ikki Ike, though, Yondir Fenn was a forest again—yes, the mountain.

Back. The Ranger commanded, whether his own voice in his head or another’s, with two hands.
He summoned what Force he could conjure amid his condition and shoved right by Ike’s stance.
The Master had expertly netted her enemies away from her presence, yet the woman advanced.
Not Master, not Mother, but that creature from the well. Wind. Water. A whisper. And then ‘Back’.

The pale girl was as silent as a tomb, as quiet as this room was before two Jedi had entered it.
She made no sound as she was thrown backward, but the well behind her cracked, thundered.
The very rock roared as though an earthquake had permeated the ruins, deafening, but louder.
Yondir heard the screech from his head to his knees, in his very spirit, as the girl began to fall in.

Back to that dark pit from whence she came. Flying away like a dying leaf in a winter blizzard.
She flew, yet before she disappeared from view, a pallid hand gripped a broken edge of stone.
No. The Ranger felt his face twitch in a grimace. NO. “Keep pushing her, Master! Blast her back!”
Yondir knew Ikki would not let up on her attack as he advanced and dashed with one last stroke.

He swung his blade. It sliced away.
Emerald light tore across her arm.
The girl wailed as if in hell, in pain.
She fell. He, though, felt his heart.

It was pounding.
…M-...Mother…
He fell to his knees.
…Go to sleep, Yondir.

Ikki Ike

 

[Ikki Ike]

Yondir Fenn

She allowed her body to react... what she was doing wasn't exactly something she would be abel to do a lot... focus and care but she breathed in between her words. The force was there when she focused the force and her words into a blast. "I'll try." SHe said it and it wasn't tiring to do it was using the ability took some time to build up. She breathed in and her stomach pressed inwards and she released the energy towards the woman and the well getting a better look at her. Her stance changing from fleet footed to spaced.. she stood her ground and ground her feet into the stone while letting the wires go to the walls and brace herself. She could maintain it here but she just needed the focus as she spoke and pressed the energy into a compressed ball with each word. "IF you have a plan... now would be a good.... time." She said the last with a strain of the energy and heaved more and more with her chest as she was compressing her lungs and stomach to add more oomph to her words and make it echo around the room.

 

[Yondir Fenn]

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Go to sleep…Yondir…
…Mother..? Master..?
Whose were the words?
Theirs? Or was it hers?

He was on his knees as if pleading, begging, yearning to be freed, released, from an endless dream.
Breathless, weak, his efforts to end this threat having taken his energy out of him. His eyes twitched.
Sleepless, drained, wanting to wash the well away, the lake, all the pain, in a heartbeat, that cursed witch.
Awake, but trapped, like her, while she wails in the darkness. Inside his own mind, he can hear her scream.

An echo… She fell below, back into the pit, beyond the broken well, with her hair ever veiled.
On the approach… Ikki’s energy kept her pinned in the darkness, kept her down, as she wails.
She’s…coming…back…up… Yondir heard Master Ike and he tried to stand but he had no plan.
Get up, Yondir Fenn… Yet he had no strength. She’s coming…Master… A monster to one man.

The pale thing screamed like a banshee, her voice ringing round the rock, louder than Ikki’s own.
Get up, Knight. The Jedi told himself. Ranger. Heartbeat quickening, maddening, he felt so alone.
No, not alone. There were two Jedi in this room. He had to move. Together they would overpower.
So Yondir rose. Lightsaber in hand, blade beaming, his other hand cast down forward toward her.

He needed Ikki by his side if she was not already. They had to act as one in order to overcome.
The Ranger held his sword before he dropped it to the floor. He needed both his hands for this.
This creature’s hatred and malicious fury and her other conjurings consumed Yondir’s essence.
It took every last ounce of power as light burst from hands, illuminating the well—and hell itself.

Both Jedi would rend her asunder. One blast from the Knight. Another blast from the Master.
Stone began to fracture. The pit would shatter. Then something sprung up for Ikki and Yondir.
Three blasts. Yet the third was from the monster. Yondir jerked back from the shower of water.
Dark liquid spewed forth like a geyser, splashed around the room, throwing the Jedi backward.

Black shapes began to dance across the walls, shadows cast by pale light, by sun and moon.
On his back, Yondir reacted fast, catching that these phantoms were not attacking. Illusions?
Something stole his gaze. The fountain of dark water fell back into the well, leaving a shape.
A figure levitated above the broken stone, floating, lifting its head. Hatred. On a dead face.

 

[Ikki Ike]

Yondir Fenn

She was focused and keeping up with him, breathing in heaves but allowing the force to guide her as he moved forward and than she was next to him standing there... ready with her slicesabers prepared and fighting against them. 'Interesting' she said it to herself internally though when she was checking over some of the things that they had going on. She allowed herself to move forward and stood next to him as the water came up and went away. The silvery blue light of the wires gleaming and casting the room as she could see the woman again... allowing her sabers to wrap around things before she was moved forward and covering the area with her attention on the threat in front of them and she spoke using the force to focus her mind and spread it out with a shoulder touch. "Calmness... be with me.... focus your mind."

 

[Yondir Fenn]

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That face… Pale as dead flesh should be… Grimacing… Grotesque… Haunting.
Hateful… Grey eyes…like graves… Glaring… As if lidless… Moving… Watching.
No… Yondir rose after being knocked back, shrouds all around him, surrounded.
Don’t… He couldn’t help it. She looked at him. Look away. Heart. Brain. Pounded.

He blinked away, curled fingers into fists, feebly, weakly, neither gripping a blade.
On his left, a sun carved upon the rock glowed pale as moonlight, as if drained.
On his right, a moon carving, bright as sunlight. It made no sense to the Knight.
Beside him, Master Ike stood tall, and focused her mind beside her fellow Jedi.

Focus…your...mind… Yondir, he tried. He licked his lips to wet them. They were dry.
He was very thirsty. Yet he dare not consider drinking the foul water. It held no life.
Neither did the creature floating above the well. Her hold over his soul was so cold.
Whatever she was, wherever she had come from, this was no Sith. Yet it was wicked.

Whether she had cast magic, tearing at the fabrics of the Force, her well like a nexus.
A pit of darkness, gaping and insane, drifting beneath her feet, of which Yondir glimpsed.
He couldn’t shake the image from his mind, try as he might. Get…out…of…my…head…
In only a moment, those shadows across the walls grew tendrils, writhing, reeking of death.

The girl which the well and hell had vomited just then lifted her only hand, missing an arm.
Yondir Fenn had taken that one from her. So, for all her power, she could not regenerate it.
In an instant, black mist permeated her fingertips, spread, swallowed the hall in darkness.
Lights went out in the room, the tomb, sun and moon, except Ikki Ike’s lights were still lit.

Her eyes… He should not be able to see them, cold and grey and cruel, but he still could.
“...Master…” Yondir stepped forward. Go to sleep, Yondir. NO! Don't go. Stay awake, Yondir!
He stepped forward. Those eyes… Dark but bright. Like light of night. He stepped forward.
“M-Mother..?” Arms at his sides, no lightsaber for this Knight, in the dark. Felt like he should.

Ikki Ike

 

[Ikki Ike]

Yondir Fenn

She could hear him and two thoughts were in her mind.... the first being was he calling her or this thing in front of them mother... cause one was weird and the other strange... the second was what sort of mental shields he had. Illusions and manipulations were tricky but jedi were trained to resist them well enough. She reached out mentally with the force and spoke while she wa moving forward and casting light around the room with her sabers. Extending some out and letting them swirl and weave. 'Come on Yondir, if you need a mommy after this I'll help you find one but that thing isn't it.... focus your mind.' She was thinking it and moved forward looking at the thing and taking it in while her hands and body were moving. Still detaching herself mentally so she wouldn't freeze or flinch at seeing nasty. She swiped with a pair of wires as the rest were wrapping around and shifting as a shield.

 

[Yondir Fenn]

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Mother… Mother… Mother… Master Ike was by his side, yet Yondir's eyes were on the other.
That creature from the well, in the air, with long black hair, yet Yondir saw another figure.
He had the urge to go to her. They watched each other. Eyes into eyes. Focus your mind.
The Jedi Knight wasn’t new to it. His forest was his fortress, guarding against the blight.

Sith had their tricks, the Jedi had their defenses, but this creature was no mere Sith.
Whether she was a sorceress, that power she conjured was greater than Yondir’s own.
She felt as cold as she was old, some ancient being maybe, perhaps of this civilization.
Or the reason behind its demise, like some calamity from the sky, who ruled over stone.

Over bones. This room was a tomb and these ruins a graveyard. He recalled other rooms.
Those quarters, those voices, those figures as if he'd glimpsed spirits. Was that the truth?
Was this woman feeding on him since he fell into the pool? Tainting him? Before or after?
Had she been subtly, slowly tasting away at him from behind walls, her well like a ladder?

Maybe Master Ike was the stronger Jedi, but this Jedi Knight’s dreambubble was constant.
Always with him, asleep and awake, forest or lake, like his homeplace, his world of Rhunor.
Mother. Had she come back for him? It’s an illusion, Yondir. The Jedi Knight moved forward.
Something swept across his vision. It was bright. The light. The light! Master Ike's promise.

Her lightwires flashed and danced for that creature above the well.
That one shrieked, a Force scream if ever there was one, as if in hell.
She moved quickly, like Jedi or Sith, evading the wires, yet it cost her.
Distracted, her malevolent mental attacks yielded, and so did Yondir.

“...Master?” He quickly turned to Ikki. I am...I am Jedi.
Figures from the walls began to thrash, flying for Ike.
At the same time, the witch sent a wave toward Ikki.
If it hit then it might very well sweep her off her feet.

Her attention was back on Yondir. Her hand flicked.
The Knight grimaced. Suddenly he could not think.
He turned to Ikki. Felt hot, cold, his eyes twitched.
His saber flew into his grip. His eyes were green.

Ikki Ike