Star Wars Assassin (Closed)

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~ Closed for MoMadness and myself ~

Chandara shook her head. This was not what she had signed up for. Sure, her Mentor had explained that this was part of the training. To train a killer, one needed to learn how to protect a target from being killed. He had explained very patiently to the very impatient Chandara, "You need to think like the prey, so that you can get in and kill the prey. Remember that."

Sure, okay. Think like the prey. She had never "thought like prey". She hated everything about that statement. But he was a wise and powerful Jedi. She hoped to be as good a Jedi as he was, one day. She would never be as strong as he was with the force. She had the inclination. It was there and she knew it. But her control of the force was, well, not her strongest talent. Her strength was her cunning, her use of her light saber and blaster, and her intelligence. She knew the force could enhance that and felt that it did, but she would never be the Jedi her Mentor was.

She stood, dressed in black, her ebon black mane tied back in a long braid. She holding her double edged light saber in hand, waiting for Grand General Tarek, who currently was responsible for the Arkanis sector along the outer rim. He was being transported to Naboo for a meeting with some important high ranking Someone. At least that was what she had been told. She was not privy to that much information. It was obvious she had been told very little, and that was fine with her. She was too busy thinking, planning, plotting. How would she kill Tarek, if that had been her task? That was obviously the lesson here. Could she get close enough to him to take him out? Sure she could take out the entire ship, but that was not practical and that was not how she worked, or how she wanted to work. Killing an innocent was not what she wanted to do if she could help it.

And where the hell was the Grand General? One would think, in this day and age, people could be on time. But no, not the Grand General. When he finally showed up, with his handful of assistants, he did not even give her the courtesy of a nod of acknowledgement. "Typical" she thought to herself. "Fucking typical"..

"He is very important" her Mentor, her Trainer, had told her. "Remember that. You are there to protect him. He must get to Naboo" He never told her if he indeed had a contract out on his life, but Chandara had the feeling that he did. She was pretty good when it came to those kinds of feelings. She could not control the force, she much preferred her light saber and blaster, to be honest, but she did get those feelings every so often.

The ship, looked like a garden variety transport. It was meant to look like a garden variety transport. It was, in fact, a heavily armored, and weaponized gun ship. Minimal crew, the Grand General apparently did not trust all that many people. The only reason she was allowed was because her Mentor and the Grand General were very well aquainted.

As the doors closed, she took one last look around. Perhaps, if this had been her "contract", she would have made sure to sneak on board long before any of the others. To kill the Grand General, it had to be done on ship. That much was obvious. Well, that presented yet another set of issues. They would be searching for the Assassin, and being confined to the ship was not ideal. Well, said assassin could kill the rest of the crew, but said assassin would then need to know how to fly the ship, aw hell, that would be easy for her, if she were said assassin. Or, perhaps, near the end of the trip, where the assassin could escape as the ship landed.. That would have been her preferred plan of attack. She really hated killing innocents.

Okay, she had to admit, her Mentor was one sharp Wookie... Well, he wasn't a Wookie, but she always called him that because of his beard. He always chuckled. This was making her think, and think a lot. He had often chastised her for being too impulsive. Well, she was. He knew her well it seemed..

The first mistake she made, but did not realize yet, was the she had not familiarized herself with the entire ship. She knew the bridge, the dining hall, the rec areas and the landing bay and storage... But she had not walked the engine room or the lower compartments.

Now that the ship had finally taken off and was on it's way, and the Grand General had enjoyed his dinner, Chandara escorted him to his luxury suite, appointed just for him. The jump to hyperspace was about 1 hour or so away she estimated. She made sure all was secure, his own guards were in place, she took the little bit of time before that jump to get herself something to eat.... and with that, she headed toward the dining hall.

 

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Many would think, if they saw her, walking thru the long corridor as she was, that she was not paying attention. That she was focused perhaps on her destination. That she was thinking, perhaps, of meeting up with her Lover. Her lightsaber was down currently, so perhaps most would not even realize she was a Jedi. They certainly would not know she was a Jedi Assassin. Jedi used their strength to help the beings of the various worlds they encountered. But in these times, with rumors swirling and strange occurrances happening, a Killer was needed. To bring justice. It had been decided, it was just not advertised. There were barely a handful of real Jedi Assassins. There were plenty of other Assassins in the galaxy, of different races, creeds, species, of course. But only a handful could also call themselves Jedi...

But again, many would not even consider this a possibility with her. But Chandara was always watching. Always aware. Or at least she liked to think she was. She took note of some enlisted maintenance man, doing some repair, as he ducked into an empty guest space. But she did not take enough of a note, she did not let that little inkling that tickled her thoughts take hold...

That was her 2nd mistake... Not trusting her instincts fully. Even when she stopped mid step and thought she heard a voice whispering...
"Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion. Through Passion, I gain Strength. Through Strength, I gain Power. Through Power, I gain Control. Through Control, my Chains are Free..."

She stopped, just outside the Dining Hall. "Go back and check on the Grand General" her insistent little whisper said to her. But he was safely ensconced in his quarters. His guards were on duty, she was merely there to ensure nothing happened to him. But she was also there, to learn. But she did consider turning around, going back, just to make sure. In fact, she finally did. She finally listened to that stupid voice in her head, her own thoughts. But all was quiet, the Grand General was, well, busy, with one of his... well... let's call them girls. Chandara found the whole thing sickening. He had 2 of them that traveled where ever he went, just to service his needs. Sex slaves is what she called them. "They are not your concern" her Mentor had insisted. Never mind the Grand General was also married with his own kids. Well, be that as it may, Tarek was fine, he was getting his rocks off and she was damned well going to get something to eat...

Just as she left his quarters again, the ship jumped into hyperspace... "Fucking great" she growled to herself. She hated trying to eat when in hyperspace. It just messed with her. It was a needed nuisance, but that did not mean she had to like it. "Forget it..." she turned, passing the empty quarters again... and again she thought she heard someone muttering to themselves...

"Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion. Through Passion, I gain Strength. Through Strength, I gain Power. Through Power, I gain Control. Through Control, my Chains are Free..."

Mistake number 3... Chandara did not check out what that meant or why some lowly maintenance worker was muttering it.

Her Mentor always said she was sometimes too impulsive, that she never always thought things through. Her Mentor, of course, was right.

The trip in hyperspace would be 36 long hours. The Grand General was, busy. When he was busy, at least what her briefing on him told her, it was always for several hours. He would not be leaving his quarters, most likely til "morning" not that there was a "morning" in space. But it would afford her a couple of hours of sleep time. She may as well take advantage... There was a small room reserved for her, and that was where she sacked out. The Grand General was in Section 2A, Bow side. Her room was in section 2C, Bow Side... so close enough to get there if needed, far enough away to not hear any of his... activities...

 

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Chandara had fallen asleep rather quickly actually. Apparently she was more tired than she had realized. She slipped easily into a dream, the one she often had, her as a child, a little princess actually, her father a great Ruler, over a planet of a myriad of riches. It was the fantasy of a little girl, of course, to be a princess, to live in a castle, to have riches beyond compare, to be happy, marry a prince, have a grand ceremony. Her handsome prince taking her away, loving her forever. Yes, this was the dream Chandara had almost every night. So very different from her real life.

Chandara ahd been told that was born on a military ruled planet, far from the riches and castles and princes she so often dreamed about. Her mother, a slave, meeting her end during her birth. Her father, also a slave, was not permitted to keep his daughter. When her mother became with child, the Owner, a Kaminoan, granted them mercy and allowed the child to be born. But she was sent away, to the far away planet of Takodana, placed in an monastery there.

It was there, when she was 10, that her Mentor found her, and began her training.

This was what she had been told, all her life. This was not true. She had been saved at the age of 3, barely, from a planet doomed for destruction by a rogue asteroid, and a killer who slaughtered her mother. Her father had been nothing more than a traveling bounty hunter. But none of this was known to Chandara. The Jedi who saved her, Kanar, had decided she did not need to know that particular history. It was better than she did not. He already knew the babe's father was dead, he had slain him, himself. Now her mother was gone too. This was the only way to save her, get her off the planet and to the Monks on Takodana. She'd be safe there.

As for Chandara, she felt she owed him everything, her Mentor. But she still dreamed of princes and castles and happy ever afters. Every little girl did, right?

The clanging of the alarm jolted her out of her dream this time. She was on her feet in an instant, her light saber in hand and flaring. It took her a minute to gain her perspective, she hated being startled awake.

She sprinted out of her room and towards the Grand General's room, but she already knew, he was dead. The amount of yelling and confusion told her that. Her Mentor was going to be so disappointed in her.

As she raced down the hall, she saw 2 things first, one dead guard, with a thick red gel leaking from his eyes, nose, ears. The other guard was standing stone still with a terrified look on his face, she could see the dart piercing his throat. "Dorilian poison" she said to herself. She knew what that was, how it worked. Many Assassins used it. It was deadly, it was fast, she, herself, thought it was the cowardly way to kill. Well, it certainly did work to keep the guards quiet, well, at least one listened. The one still standing stared at her, but did not move. She was not about to deal with him.

It was then she thought, among the commotion, that she heard the whoosh of a lift door closing. She spun, and saw the indicator on the side, going down. Why was someone heading down, when everyone else was heading up here, everyone was yelling, clamoring, that Grand General Tarek and his 2 concubines were dead, and she heard something about a light saber... Wait, was there another Jedi Assassin on board, sent to kill Tarek? Had her Mentor set this up?

She would have to figure that out later. Someone was heading down, past the engine room, past the main landing hangar, it finally stopped. Where was that? She checked the ships schematics quickly at the nearest terminal. It was a secondary hanger, where supplies were brought in.

That is where Chandara headed, not waiting for the lift, she sprinted to the utility stairs that lead her down. "I should have checked that deck out" she admonished herself. Her Mentor was right, she sometimes just did not take the time to think and acted impulsively.

She slowly opened the door, stepping out into the secondary hanger deck, pausing to listen, closing her eyes, concentrating. Footsteps, she heard footsteps. All the supplies were on board, no one should be down here now, she knew, she hoped, she so hated killing innocents. Her common sense told her that the deck should be abandoned. The only time people or droids would be down here would be unloading supplies. She kept her light saber in hand, but not activated, she did not want to be seen, not yet. Slipping into the shadows, she moved along the wall, keeping it at her back prevented her from being ambushed that way. She just had to follow the footsteps........

 

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Chandara heard the familiar hum of engines coming to life. That warm up cycle before full power is applied for take off. She stopped in her tracks, back to the wall, and lowered her head to listen. Front of the bay, near the doors. Of course, easiest ship to escape on. It was right there, as if waiting for... whoever...

She weighed her options, she didn't have time to really consider what she should do. Option 1... Let the killer go, and she had no doubt that whoever was powering up that ship was the killer of the Grand General, and report back to her Mentor, who, she was sure, would be LESS than happy with her performance here, or.... Option 2... catch the Bastard.. or Bitch.. and bring him or her to her Mentor to answer for what he did... or.... Option 3... just fucking kill whoever it was.

Kill was the easiest option for her. So Option 3 it would be.

Make it fast Chandara, she said to herself as she left the safety of the wall and sprinted across the deck toward the ship. She knew she had to be fast to, hopefully, avoid being seen by the observation camera at the back of the ship, or if she is seen, it is only a momentary glimpse. And fast she was. She'd always been fast, light on her feet, and deathly quiet for the most part. Made her a good assassin in that respect.

But she did not consider the backwash when he powered up the engines to take off. The heat and blast wave hit her hard, sending her reeling. Thank the Moons it was not at take off power or she may have been incinerated, as it was, she rolled into the side of another ship hard enough to knock the air out of her, the heat was searing. But she was resilient and was on her feet in an instant, taking a deep breath to center herself.

DAMN!! The outer doors were opening. The ship, and it's Killer Pilot was getting away...

"oh NO ... You are NOT getting away that easily"

Chandara did not use the force very often. She was not comfortable with it at all. Just because she was born with the ability didn't mean she liked it or even wanted it. But at this moment, it was all she had to get onto the ship. She ran, full speed, across the deck, thanking the Moons once again that the force field around the larger ship kept her from being swept out into space. With a quick thought, she used the force to unfurl a docking chain, which she caught in her hands, and used that to pull herself to the moving ship. There was a small access door, probably for loading baggage, this had to be some kind of personal transport, it was too small to be anything else, and again she used the force to twist open the lock and the door popped... She had about a minute to get her ass inside before the ship blasted out into space and her clinging to the side would NOT be a good thing.

She slipped in, the door clicking closed and locking again behind her. She only hoped that whoever was flying this bucket of bolts had not noticed the door warning light on his console. Hopefully whoever it was, was too busy trying to escape. She had to give the Killer kudos, she would not have thought to strike while the ship was in hyperspace, nor would she have thought to escape like this. She wondered to herself, as she slinked along in the darkness of the small luggage compartment, getting her bearings, if the killer had planted this ship here, or was this merely coincidence..??

Had her Mentor actually set this up? No, no, her Mentor had a close relationship with the Grand General. Why would he set this up and have him killed? Of course that begged the question, was SHE going to be blamed for this kill? That thought had not occurred to her until now. What if her Mentor thought SHE killed the Grand General? Damn good thing she decided to go after the real Killer, that way, she could prove it was not her.

She finally came to a door that appeared to lead out of the luggage compartment. These personal transports were not complicated or sophisticated, most likely she would end up either in a small bedroom quarters type place, or in the main compartment, which would also include the "bridge" where the pilot was currently sitting. She'd have to be prepared, and she thought she was, until the ship suddenly jerked, lurched, and careened into hyperspace, sending her falling backwards to the hard floor, knocking the breath out of her and nearly knocking her unconscious....

 

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~~ This post was written by both MoMadness and myself ~~

Jordran smiled as he glanced back at the monitor and found the jedi gone. That had been ALL TOO easy. Jedi are so weak and pathetic. He closed the doors once more... then dropped down through the ladders to the bottom deck. He would need to make sure she was gone.... He stepped out onto the bottom deck... and glanced about, pulling his second lightsaber out... just in case...

GET UP... Her internal voice was screaming at her. She shook her head to clear it and sat up, getting to her feet. That had certainly knocked the wind out of her, damn good thing it didn't knock her out.

That was when she heard the door opening, the outer door. "FUCK"... He, she, it, whatever it was, it knew she was here. She had maybe 7 seconds and she'd be sucked out into space and well... DEAD...

The inner door, the one she was just about to open. 5.... she sprinted, thank the Moons she was fast... 4... she barely used the force for most of her life and here she was, about to use it again. Moons Damn IT!! 3... the door lock clicked, the latch opening... 2... she threw it open from where she was running from and dove, head first through it... 1... and slammed it shut, latching and locking behind her... She could hear the heavy WHOOSH from the other side as anything and everything not secured was sucked away.

She rolled to a crouching position, her light saber in hand. But there was no one there, yet. He, she, it.. was surely coming. If she had been the Killer, she would check to make sure the stowaway, and that was what she was really, was gone.

That was when she heard the bootsteps, just as he stepped off the ladder to the deck. Chandara backed to the wall. She tilted her head slightly and listened. He, or whatever it was, was about 100 yards away, give or take. She stayed in the shadows, using them to her advantage.

Jordran hesitated as he stepped into the main chamber on the lower deck. He let his eyes scan the deck, looking at the cargo bins and support pods still still strapped down that hadn't been sucked into the pits of space. He stopped for a long moment, closing his eyes, lightsabers up and ready, and cleared his mind for a few moments and reached out with the force. If the intruder was a Jedi, they would be attuned to the force. They would be...

There it was...

He opened his eyes knowingly locking onto the inner access door. The faint ripple of the force that Jedi could create, he felt. Then another thought occurred to him. There was nothing stopping the Jedi from doing the same thing he had just done. He clicked his sabers off and bolted lightning fast back to the access panel towards the ceiling, leaping up through it into the maintenance crawlspace and sealed the door. That had been a stupid move on his part. Of course the Jedi was still on board. This wasn't an issue that would be resolved with the luck of a draw, but by the user of the force.

He closed his eyes once more and waited... feeling out with the force...sensing that... ripple... and it was on the move... He would wait and watch... see what it does next... then... SLAY IT!

She had closed her eyes, listening, sensing. Sure, she was using the force, a bit more subtle then most. She didn't entirely trust it, she never had. But listening, sensing, that was fairly easy. She heard, or did she feel, a sharp intake of breath, she definitely heard the clunk of a door sealing. MOONS Damn it. The Killer retreated, but where?

Chandara moved along the wall, slowly. Her back was up, her guard was up. Whoever this was, would most likely kill her if she gave it a chance. She had to be careful, and hope to strike first. But the odds were against her and she knew it. The Killer knew she was here, she lost her element of surprise and now it had the upper hand. She did not know where it was, other than, she paused, and looked up. This was the lowest Deck, the Killer had to be above her. Not on the upper Deck, no, that wouldn't work.. The crawlspace between, that's where it had to be.

But she would not be able to engage it there. That was suicide.

"I know your up there. You know I'm down here. You may as well show yourself" She was done with all this fucking sneaking around.

The Jedi taunted the Sith... There was but one Sith response when challenged as he had been. He glanced down, finding himself looking down into the armory. He smiled darkly. He was not the strongest in the use of the force, but he was growing stronger each and every day. He reached out with the force, pulling 6 standard issue phaser pistols from the rack, unlocking them... then aimed it into the hallway from where the voice had come from.

He looked at the door controls... and using the very extent of the remaining power he could muster, hit the open door, causing the door to slam wide open! He spotted the shadow of the Jedi in the corridor and grinned! He fired every pistol he had into the hallway, filling the corridor and hopefully, the Jedi... with holes!!!

Chandara heard the door latch click, a split second before the door slammed open and the phasers unleashed. Again, remember, she was quick. She dove to the floor and propelled herself forward, the phaser shots sailing past her overhead, save for one, that caught her left shoulder as she dove, causing white hot pain to explode thru her

She managed to roll to her back and her double edge light saber was in hand. If it wanted a fight, she would give it a fight.

"You fucking missed!!!" she taunted as she slowly got to her feet, again putting the far wall at her back.

"Are Jedi allowed to curse like that?" Jordran mocked as he popped the hatch and dropped onto the deck facing her, giving her the first real look she had had of him since this entire thing started. He held a dark crimson lightsaber in his left hand, a second saber was mounted onto his belt and in his right... the crackling of lightning. He was nowhere NEAR as powerful as Count Dooku, but he could do it nonetheless.
He stepped towards her as she backed up a few steps, her own saber up and ready. He said, "You are injured. I will make a deal with you. You surrender now, put your saber on the ground, and I will see to your wound and send you back on the pod in there back to the ship we left. You can live to fight another day... isn't that the ... Jedi Code? Run and hide when facing a superior force?"

He gave a dark smirk as he studied her, every muscle ready to strike out by saber and lightning!

Chandara indeed did step back. For a minute she was confused. She could sense the force in him and she had seen him use it, well she assumed it him with the phasers. But he was not a Jedi. Her dark eyes narrowed, and she took note of both light sabers. What the hell was he?

He was right, her shoulder was a burning, white hot pain, but she had learned early to deal with pain, it would take a lot more than that to hurt her, and a lot more to make her admit it. And she knew she was on the defensive, not a position she really wanted to be in. But, she was lithe, strong and fast, and she got the feeling he was underestimating her.

"Yeah, I am disinclined to acquiesce to your request" she shot back. "it means NO" ....

 

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She had her double edged light sable in hand, glowing a brilliant blue. Rather than wait for him to attack, she did, charging at him and dropping down to glide across the floor, seeking to cut his legs out from under him....

The moment she leapt at him to take him out at the legs, he leapt to one side, put a boot on the wall, did a flip in the air, crossed the path to the other side of the wall, pushed off there and landed on his feet several feet behind her. He spun hard and said, "I am starting to think... you don't trust me? Wait... was that guy I killed ... oh... wait... you were assigned to protect him... weren't you..."

He watched her steadily with unblinking eyes. He said, "Your Jedi won't be too happy with your report... no wonder you're out here. Trying to bring in the killer. Well... my ... pet.... you found him."

"The question is..." he moved towards her a couple of steps and growled, "Do you have the power to bring him in?" He brought his hand up and executed lightning directly at her!!!

Trust. Chandara only really trusted 2 people. Herself and her Mentor. And he, was neither.

"Don't call me pet" she growled back at him, she was back on her feet. He was fast, and dangerous. She really hated fighting. Being an assassin was so much easier, you snuck in, you killed your target and you were gone.

This time she was the one who managed to dodge the attack, but just barely. Her instincts kicked in, she dove to the left, but came down on her injured shoulder, the pain was searing, but she did not let that stop her, she rolled, coming to her feet and disappearing behind a stand of large, metal, containers. One may have thought she would pause there, but she did not, she came around behind him as the lightning dissipated, she stepped and swung with her light saber, but again, he was too fast for her, tho it was close, it was very close.....

Jordran brought his saber up and behind him just in the nick of time! The clash of the sabers was one of the most favorite things he loved to hear! He spun around, holding his hand out to allow the second saber to float into his hand and ignite as she backed up He grinned and said, "The thing about pets... are they have to be trained to please their owner...."

He said, "Prepare yourself my plaything..."

The whirlwind of saber swings were nearly blinding! He came down with the left and the right, both, a backswing, a thrust, parries, a cross slash! The purple and red sabers blurred before her and with every step, he pushed her back further and further... one step at a time. He didn't want to kill her... not yet. She was a pretty little thing... so perhaps he could find other uses for her once she found she was no good as a Jedi! His confidence grew, his strength grew, his power grew, his control grew. It was the way of the Sith...

As he got her where he wanted her... about 10 paces from the end of the corridor that they fought in, he thrust his hand forward... hitting her with a force wave that sent her reeling back into the wall.

Chandara knew she was over matched, she was not stupid. But, she also knew he was toying with her. He could have killed her right then, she knew that. She had her own saber up in a defensive position, but he was clearly better trained in fighting, or had just fought more, whichever the case.

"I said don't call me pet, and I am far from a plaything" she growled back. She didn't care if she was overmatched, she was getting pissed off. But he was backing her up, and she knew, she'd find a wall at her back any second now. How the hell was she going to get out of this?

That was when he hit her with that heavy pulse, she felt the force crash into her and it sent her reeling. She rolled and slammed into the wall, hard, but she looked up in time to see him approaching and she yelled... "NO"... her own thrust of the force hitting him this time, not has hard as his had slammed into her, but enough to drive him back, a good several feet, in fact enough to send him nearly down and enough to send one of his light sabers skittering across the deck....

But she was dazed, she had hit the wall that hard, and that exertion of the force didn't help either....

 

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Jordran felt the force wave slam into him, knocking him back a few feet and knocking one of his sabers from his hand. He braced himself for the follow up attack which he expected to come... only... it never happened.

His guard up, he studied her for a moment and could see she was weakening quite nicely. It wouldn't take much for him to bring her down. He smiled darkly and said, "You know how this ends don't you?"

"One never truly knows the end of a story until they get there" she quipped back. She knew she was in trouble. Impulsive. It always got her in trouble. She had very little in the way of options and she knew that. Until she spotted his other light saber, laying about 15 feet behind where he stood, glaring at her. Chandara closed her eyes, and a moment later, that saber sailed across the floor, racing past him and right to her. She grabbed it, wrapping her left hand around the shaft, her own lightsaber in her right hand.

"Ohh... big mistake there..." What was he...... Almost immediately, the saber shut down and a half a dozen 3 inch spikes lanced out from the inside of the shaft and through her hand. A few even impaled fully, penetrating out the other side of her hand! "FUCK" she could not help the scream, of shock and pain, that ripped from her lips when the spikes impaled her left hand, several all the way thru. Out of pure instinct, she dropped her own saber, mistake number 4, and with a painful yowl, wretched the spiked light saber out of her hand.

Realizing her mistake, he watched her freeze and look at him. Her own lightsaber skittered and flew across the 12 feet or so between her and him, right into his hand. He now held his own saber... and hers lit up and ready to use....

It was too late for her to rectify her mistake. Chandara froze, she was completely vulnerable now. Her Mentor had taught her to NEVER relinquish her light saber. That is not to say she could not fight hand to hand, she could, he had taught her that too. But she was injured, now both her left shoulder and left hand. She was at a complete disadvantage.

She just stared at him, weighing her options before she finally spoke. "Go ahead, do it"... was all she said. She was sure he knew exactly what she meant, and she closed her eyes, trembling, she looked away, bracing for it.....

With a dark grin, Jordan took a step towards her, then another... and another. He watched her bracing for impact....

Chandara heard him, his bootsteps as he moved toward her. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest. Her Mentor would be so disappointed in her, she thought, so very disappointed. She was not sure she could even face that, maybe this was better. It would be over quickly, she would feel virtually nothing. She had her eyes closed tightly, tensed, trembling, waiting to hear that sound of a light saber slashing thru the air..........

 

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What she heard instead was a sudden, and almost deafening loud alarm klaxon, blaring, red and amber lights flashing. The alarm klaxons exploded all over the ship just as the began to rumble and shake... dropping hard out of hyperspace!!! She looked up, blinded for a moment by the flashing lights, the light saber's glow, and then she and the Killer, were thrown violently into the wall... The impact nearly knocked her out this time, and she howled in pain when her injured shoulder hit...

His eyes shot to a screen which flashed red and he growled, "Shit...." Apparently one red alarm light was enough to shut the ship down!

He glanced at her and growled, "Don't go no where!!!"

The Sith darted to the lift, raced to the top deck and used his saber and hers to tear through the door to the cockpit! To his surprise, as the doors opened, he had to leap back at the rolling fire taking over the cockpit! he leapt back as he glanced out at the screen ahead... they were being pulled into the orbit of a planet.... the ship rocked and shook and began falling into it's orbit!

She heard his reactions more than saw them...

"Where am I gonna go, out into space???" she shot back with a snarl.

But he was gone a moment later.

What the fuck was going on? She got to her feet and followed him. Why not, it was not like she had many options. She did not want to get sucked out into the vacuum of space. She rather he just take her head off with the Light Saber, at least that was fast and painless.

Shaking off the pain of her left shoulder and hand, which she quickly wrapped with a length of rag she found near a cleaning bucket, she got to the lift, but she did not trust it with all the alarms going off and the ship lurching and rocking the way it was. She got the distinct feeling it was coming apart. No, she was not going to let herself be trapped in there, that was for sure. Instead she found the ladder leading up between the decks. It was not easy, with her hand and shoulder, but she found herself at the top deck.

She saw him, and felt and saw the fire. What the fuck happened she had to wonder. But then again, for all he knew, this ship was in for maintenance and he just chose wrong, and so did she for that matter..

Damn, the ship was coming apart, and fast as it plummeted toward the planet. What planet was that? She had no clue and no time to check the star maps. They really had no time at all.

"We NEED to get to one of the PODS!" She screamed over at him. "This fucking ship is about to come apart right UNDER US!!!"

Jordran shot a glare at her. So much for staying put. Did it not occur to her that if she had stayed put, she would have solved her own problems? She could have escaped with the pod, left him to die solving this particular problem. He shook his head, Jedi were foolish to the core!

He turned and darted past her, not interested in the least with her opinion at the moment. The front of the vessel was starting to glow red as it entered the atmosphere! He ran to a control panel, pulled up the thrusters on the ship and booted them on to high and pointed them down.
The trembling eased up, buying them some time. He turned to head to the lift and got inside it. He saw her running for the lift as well and he pulled his saber and aimed it at her. She froze and watched him a moment then he finally growled, "Come on."

The lift down was quick and he found the only pod that was on the vessel! It was designed really for 1 person, little more than a pod that maintain things on the outside of this ship. He jumped into the pilot seat and quickly started powering it up. He felt her dive in too, making this little pod VERY cramped! The ship lurched hard, due to one of the thrusters being ripped off the ship and the ship altered course in a plummet to the planet surface! He hit the panel to open the hangar door and nothing happened! He cursed and then turned on the plasma torches on the pod and began cutting at the doors.... it would take time, but he wasn't sure just how much time they had left as fast as it was falling!

Chandara pressed back against the wall of the pod. She did not want to be pressed into him, that was for sure. She watched as the outer doors would not open, obviously the control panel up at the bridge was toast. And those plasma torches would take... too long... The ship had lurched downwards, nearly in a nose dive at this point..

"Listen.... LISTEN MOONS DAMN IT!" Well that caught his attention. "Between you and me, we should be able to wretch that door open... we just need to do it TOGETHER!!" She stared at him intently. "Look, just DO this. You can take my fucking head off later. Consider THAT your incentive to LISTEN TO ME!!!!"

Jordran shot a glance at her and then finally realized... she had a point. These torches would take too long.

Something else rocked on the boat and panels started exploding inside the small hangar bay! "You take the right, I take the left." He held a hand out and began to reach out to the force, grabbing at the left door and pulling, jerking.... hoping. She nodded... for her, she closed her eyes, and saw the door in her mind. She wretched at the handle, but it was jammed tight. FUCK... she tried again... Nope, it would not give, the metal was warping, the descent pressure was building on the outside...

"We are going to have to PUSH it ... hard..." she had actually leaned into his back and spoke that in his ear. With everything coming apart around the little pod, for him to hear her, this is what she had to do. "on the count of 3... use as much strength as you can.....1...." she gathered her own strength..." 2 "... she readied to push it out, out of her, out of the pod, into the door, concentrate on the door.... "3.".......

Jordran threw both his hands up and hit the door hard with the force! His door blasted open, though it left long tendrils of steel in it's wake! He also noticed immediately that the entire vessel appeared to be consumed by the atmospheric fires! He saw her door and yelled "Your DOOR!! OPEN IT NOW!!"

She had hit it once, but did not have the strength or the power he did. She hit it again, and it did move, punching outward some, but not enough... "FUCK" he heard her curse, more to herself than at him.

He watched her slam at the door again and the door pushed out but only just some. He growled, "AGAIN!!! 1...2...3...!!!"

Chandara hit it again with every thing she had, and she felt something, something deep as her force and his combined... HE was combining his power with hers and her door ripped open hard, with a loud and very satisfying bang that reverberated thru the falling ship and the pod, spilling out into the air! He hit the thrusters of the pod and it shot out of the hangar.... except on it's way out, one of the metal shards remaining from HIS door caught the side of the pod and sent it spinning hard out into the air!!! But a split second later she let out a scream as the pod went hurtling out, end over end. She, was not strapped in like he was, so she took the brunt of it, slamming into the back and side walls before he actually got a hold of her and pulled her into him, holding her tightly against his own stronger frame as the pod twisted and fell. They both caught sight of the ship exploding. They certainly had gotten out in the nick of time. Then the gravity grabbed them and they hurled towards the earth as well! The pod only had thrusters on it to maneuver around the ship in orbit, not to maintain flight on it's own! He could see a very large marshy woodsy planet surface quickly racing up to meet them!!

 

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It took only a couple of minutes for everything to stabilize and the pod stopped it's insane spinning. Chandara looked at him "you can let go now" she quipped as he did just that and she moved back behind him. Looking up and out the window, they both saw the planet fast approaching. MOONS Damn it !!! They were going to crash.... Fuck, more than likely this was going to take care of him having to kill her since she was NOT strapped in .....

The planet raced towards them at a break neck speed!!! If he didn't do something and something fast, they would both be splattered and dead! He growled to her, "HOLD ON TO ME!! HOLD ON!!!!"

As the ground raced closer... five thousand, four thousand, three thousand! He felt her arms wrap around him hard, her head pressed into his back! He hit full thrusters!!! Everything they had!!! It was nearly enough to stop it but perhaps slow it down as much as he could!

He looked at the surface below and he had a single idea... only one! He closed his eyes and grasped onto the force once more... this time... he slammed the pod itself in the side, pushing the pod over the water more .... 2 thousand!!!! He slammed it again with the force!!! 1 thousand!!!!

The pod jerked.. once... twice.... over the water, she realized that he was trying to get the pod over the water, she could feel him shoving the entire thing with the force. Well, whatever he was, he wasn't stupid. But hitting the water at this rate would be like hitting a stone wall. She was weakened, her shoulder was nothing more than a mass of white hot pain, her left hand was nearly useless. But she closed her eyes, and deep in her mind, she yelled BREAK... the force, weaker than his of course, shot out and broke the water surface, so when the pod crashed into it, it was a broken surface, making the impact not as hard, or damaging, not that the pod handled it that well.

One last slam of the pod was all the had time for and he felt the pod crash hard into the water itself, quickly slipping deep under.... water immediately began to rush into the pod, but they seemed to have survived!!!

He glanced back and said, "Are you okay?" He had NO idea why he was asking this Jedi whom he was about to decapitate minutes before, but he asked nonetheless. It didn't matter. The pod hitting the water, on top of her weakened and injured state, and the hard smash down had twisted and hurled her sideways, she slamming her head against a piece of jutting equipment, gashing the skin open and knocking her unconscious.

He pressed the panel to open up so they could get out and it didn't move... water was quickly rushing in. He unfastened himself, turned towards her. He could see she was out cold and bleeding from a pretty deep slice on her head.

He heard the chamber of the pod starting to crack and he grabbed her by the waist, slammed the force once more on the glass, causing it to shatter! He leapt as hard as he could out of the pod as he it slipped down into the darkness and kicked for all he was worth to get them both to the surface!

His lungs were on fire... things were getting blurry but he kicked and kicked... this their heads exploded up over the water line and air filled his lungs!!! He saw he was near a coast a hundred feet or so... one he would have surely crashed into had he not used the force to guide them into the water... He looked at her and growled, "Wake up... I can't carry you and me... WAKE UP!!!" He slapped her face hard to try and wake her up as they treaded water... oblivious of the two large black shadows moving towards them from deep underneath...

"Wake up... I can't carry you and me... WAKE UP!!!"

Who in the Moons was yelling at her? It was the hard smack to her cheek that jarred her back to consciousness.. Why was she soaking wet? She snapped her eyes open, managing to reach up and grab his wrist before he smacked her again.... "WHAT... OK.... what.. where in the moons are we????" She pushed back from him.. looking around.

This was not the time for questions, she knew that. The closest shore was maybe 100 feet or so away. "I guess we swim that way" she quipped at him. To be honest, she figured he was going to lop her head off as soon as they got over there. She blinked, and realized her head was bleeding, and everything was, well, let's just say less than crystal clear. "Ohh.... this is not good" she stammered, as everything started swimming before her eyes. Her hand was bleeding as well, so there as blood that was coloring the water around both her and him. "I... don't think... I can .... " she thought she was going to pass out again... If she did, she'd drown, that much she knew. Well, it would save him from having to kill her when they got to shore.

That's when she felt something brush past her leg. What was.... what was that. Chandara used what strength she had to focus, and she saw it, something, fast approaching from behind him.... Hell, she didn't even know his fucking name to yell a warning.... "LLLOOK OUT.... BEHIND YOU" ....

 

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Jordran spun around to see something with a very large fin pierce the water, charging at them at full speed! He pulled his saber from his belt, lit it up, then grabbed Chandara by the waist pulling her into him! He then thrust the saber into the the head of the creature coming at him and at the same time, put a boot on it's head and pushed hard! Both him and his hostage were ripped up into the air and he used the force to throw the two of them at least 50 feet closer to the edge! He felt her scream out in pain as the two of them plunged back into the water!

"SWIM JEDI!!"

He pulled her ahead of him as he swung down into the head of another large... something! A huge tail pierced through the air 30 feet away and splashed hard! Jordran used the force once more, pushing off the beast and flying another 30 feet in the air landing only 20 feet from the edge of the water. He spun around to see a third creature charging up behind her! He reached out once more, grabbing at her belt with the force and pulled as hard as he could, yanking her out of the water 10 feet, over his head and hard onto the edge of the water and safe he hoped from the beasts!

Chandara hit the ground at the shoreline hard, knocking the air out of her and sending another blast of pain through her entire body.

He turned to keep swimming... and something huge clamped his massive jaws around his legs... and yanked him violently under water... "NOOO" Chandara screamed out, and with that, a force, stronger than any she had managed to use before, shot out of her, it hit the water with a huge splash and seized that aquatic monster that had him in it's jaws and dragged it, all 40 feet of it, and it's prey, out of the water... suspending it 75 feet in the air.

"LET GO" she screamed again, the jaws twisting open, she literally broke the monster's jaws, as it yowled in pain, dropping it's prey and falling into the water, screeching with an ear splitting howl. The other 2, taking advantage, savagely attack it, tearing it apart...

This gave him the time he needed to get to shore. She had collapsed backwards, and lay there, panting and staring at the sky above....

Jordran swam for all it was worth to the shore and managed to FINALLY make it! He only had just enough strength though... to look up at her... then pass out... he had nothing else he could give and she was still bleeding out...

Chandara knew she was bleeding badly, mostly from her head wound. "Don't loose consciousness" she said to herself as he collapsed next to her. He was spent, she could see that. The rag, the rag on her hand, she ripped it off, managed to dunk it in the water at the shoreline, and press it to her head. MOONS that hurt. She laid back, hoping the bleeding would slow. She still felt as if she was going to pass out as well, but if they both did, that would be a death sentence, they had no clue what roamed the land here, let alone whatever those things in the water were.

She did stay awake and alert at least, it had been a battle, and she almost lost that battle more than once, but the bleeding had slowed, and the pain in her left shoulder and hand actually helped keep her alert. And after some many minutes, she finally managed to sit back up. Turning, she lay a hand to him. He was still breathing, and she could still feel his connection to the force. But he was weak, that she could feel to. He had, he had saved her. He was going to kill her, and then, in the heat of everything that happened, he had saved her.. and Moons Damn it... she saved Him, as well. It had been her intention to KILL him. She didn't quite understand it. But she knew this, most likely to survive in this place, not having clue one where they were, they were most likely going to have to work together.

"Hey... are you alright?" She crawled to the water's edge and wet her hands, laying the coolness against his skin... "Come on... wake up. Don't make me smack you like you did me.... " Then it hit her, get your DAMNED Light Saber woman, and she reached for it..........

 

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"If you do that..." Jordran said from his position on the said, "I will just have to take it from you again."

He felt a satisfying gasp of surprise as he gently pulled himself to his hands and knees, then sat down on the coast, looking out into the water. All the blood from the dead and dying creatures had turned the waters red and other creatures were feasting on carcasses. He tucked his saber back onto the belt notch and then reached into other small pocket on his vest, pulling a small first aide kit from it. He unzipped it and pulled a small device from it, a grey cylinder on it. He checked it and then tossed it to her saying, "Use this on your wounds."

When it hit the ground from a failed attempt to catch it, he looked to her and see her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she collapsed. He picked the device up, walked over and checked her head. It was a cut that was easily healed with a single hit from from the autosuture. He looked at the hand next and saw it was the worse of the three. He pulled her glove off, flipped the settings on the device to look for fragments of material in her wound. Finding none, he flipped the setting back and sutured the 6 jagged painful looking wounds in her hand up. She would get use of her hand back... He then looked at her shoulder and couldn't see the wound because of all the black.

He looked down at her and said to her unconscious form, "Nothing personal here." He stripped her from the waist up, leaving her with her bra and nothing else. He took the suture and checked the levels finding only enough for one more wound. He ran it over her shoulder sealing up that injury as well. He also stripped the suit of any additional weapons, which he had found in the arms and torso, tucking them away as well. He found this surprising for a Jedi to actually have, including a personnel grenade disc, a pair of thin daggers, and a capsule dispenser which held what appeared to be gas capsules in it. Clearly it had to be for assassinations... but then again, that made no sense. If the Jedi were about peace, why would they employ assassins to begin with? This was a mystery that was showing itself to him. He rolled up her top and put it under her head, then pulled his own cloak off and laid it over her. She would need to sleep for now.

For the next 4 hours, he gathered some wood, made a small fire, used the force to pull fish to him as well as a few hard brown coconut looking fruits to the fire. Night time had fallen by the time she began to stir again. She would find him sitting across from her, fish cooking.... him staring at her.

Dreams... so many dreams. She saw her Mentor, he was admonishing her. "Disappointing" she heard the word reverberate from his lips into her mind. "Disappointing". He was the one person that Chandara cared about. The one person, the one being, whose opinion mattered to her. But once more, her impulsive nature, her failure to think things through, had gotten her in trouble. She should have stayed on the Grand General's ship. She should have faced the consequences of her failure to protect him. She should have gone back to her Mentor and faced him.

Then she saw him, that nameless Killer. What was he? How did he have such command of the force? He was not a Jedi, she knew that much for her. Her dream could not answer any of these questions.. But she relived her, surrendering, telling him to "just go ahead and do it"... in her dream, she watched herself, lower her head, close her eyes, tense for the killing blow. In her dream, he DID kill her, she watched as her body fell to the deck...

It was that image, that caused her to finally stir. She felt as if she had been asleep for days. That fogged, groggy feeling was overwhelming. She thought she heard the slight crackle of a fire, and felt the warmth. Where in the Moons was she? The events of the last few hours were lost behind her dreams and her struggle to wake up...

She began to sit up, and as she put pressure on her hands to push herself upright, a stabbing, piercing pain shot thru her left hand and radiated up to the constant ache in her left shoulder. She hissed in her breath, but that was the only indication she gave of the pain. But it was that pain, that brought the memories back of the last hours... and him.....

Chandara's eyes fixed on the fire first, then him... she pulled the cloak, wait? Why was she covered in just a cloak? She drew it about her tightly, still trying to get her bearings. It was dark, so it was night. They were still near the water, and, she realized then, that her wounds had been tended.

Her dark eyes were still locked on him, and his on her.

"Well" she finally quietly said..."If this is going to be a staring contest, you win"... she looked down and away. "Thank you for...... for tending to my wounds" She nodded to him, looking back up at him. His gaze had not wavered. "Are you okay.....?" MOONS she still had no clue what the hell he was or what name he went by.....

"I'm called Chandara. Things would be easier if I knew your name as well, or what you are called"

Jordran leaned over to the fish on the stick, rolled it before he finally said, "Jordran."

He picked up one of the coconuts from the pile of 5, grabbed it and pulled. With a snap, he snapped in two and it was full of moist pulp. He looked at her and said, "Eat." He tossed one to her. He pulled a chunk of the meat inside the fruit out and ate some himself.

The Sith needed to decide what to do with her. Count Dooku would definitely want her dead.... but then again, a captive Jedi could be valuable too. The one thing he did know though... is that if she were dead, the debate would be over. "Don't move too much for now. You will reopen your wounds. I would hate for all my work to keep you alive to go for nothing because you are foolish."

He set his eyes on her and he was very clear....he would not allow any argument.

She caught the coconut half with her good hand. Damn it looked good. She was starved, and the coconut flesh was moist and sweet. She drank the cool water first, tipping it back slowly, letting the sweet juice glide slowly down her throat. A quick lick of her lips and she pulled a piece free and enjoyed.

But she did not take her eyes off him for more than a moment. As much as he was probably trying to figure out her, she was trying to figure out him. WHY had he kept her alive? He obviously had the upper hand. He was better trained and stronger than her.

Foolish. That was a word her Mentor had used early on with her. She could be foolish in her haste to please him, to prove to herself she could do what he was training her to do. Don't be foolish, she said to herself. If he wanted you dead, you'd be dead. Perhaps he had come to the same conclusion she had, to survive where they were, they needed to work together. She could have just as easily let the monster fish thing kill him, hell he could have let it kill her first. She could have killed him at the shoreline, he could have....

STOP... she told herself. Don't get lost in that. He didn't kill her... yet. She didn't kill him.. yet... leave it at that.

She had a hundred questions she wanted to ask, the most important being WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU? But she didn't. She got the sense he was NOT in the mood to answer questions. Not those kinds of questions.

"Is your leg alright?" She was not as versed in first aid as she wanted to be. Again, her impatience getting in her way during training.

"And... do you know where we are at all?"

 

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"We are Vristak VII on the outer bands of the Vristak system... I think." He said as he looked up at the 5 distinct and separate moons glowing down.

At the mention of his leg, he didn't say anything... he had no need to. The tourniquet on his leg said it all. He should have used the last of that kit on his leg, rather than her. Save yourself first... the Sith way... and yet, he had used it all on her. He finally said, "My leg is fine."

He picked up one of the gas capsules and one of her thin daggers from the dispenser and said, "You will answer my questions now. Why would jedi have these kinds of devices on them? Not very Jedi-like to assassinate from the shadows..."

She let her eyes travel to his leg. She noted the tourniquet, and the open wound, now that she really took a good look at it. He had tended her wounds, why not his own? But it only took her a minute to realize, he used what he had on her. And she did not believe for a minute that his leg was fine. He was not a good liar, that was for sure.

Chandara hesitated. Her Mentor had told her from day one, they were NOT to discuss this very thing. This would be kept as secreted as possible. But, it was clear her Mentor had most likely not envisioned this particular scenario.

"no, your right, it's not" she answered, choosing her words as carefully as she could. "But there are situations happening that require that something be done that is beyond the expected. I am training to fill that need."

Her eyes narrowed on the slim daggers, he had obviously taken any and all weapons she had. "You know, if you use a millisecond flash from your lightsaber to heat that blade, you could cauterize your leg wound. It will prevent infection, and that is ...." she stopped there, should she tell him? ... "that is Beskar, very rare, and can withstand the heat of a lightsaber. It should heat up enough to cautherize..."

"My question is.." she took another bite of the coconut flesh, licking her fingers on her good hand as she did so.. "You use the force, You are not a Jedi.... what are you?"

She heard rumors about Sith. Everyone had. But that's all they were ... rumors. No one had even encountered a Sith, that she knew of.....

He looked at his leg and then back to her saying, "My leg is fine."

He slid the daggers back into his pack. He looked down when she asked what he was and he said, "I am no one. A passenger in life." He made no further effort to elaborate. Truth was, the Sith was still a secret and if the Jedi were to find out of his existence, they would learn the Sith exist and who knows how far his Master and his Master's Master were on the food chain. It had been with the strictest commands that anyone who learns of the Sith were to be executed on site. He was ready to do that to this ... Jedi yet.

Jordran reached over and pulled one of the fish off the fire, then reached across and handed it to her and said, "Eat. You will need your strength."

He took the second one for himself, peeling back the skin and pulled the meat out from it to eat. It was dark and flaky and good. As then meal went on without talk, he set the remnants of his meal down and checked his own wound again. It was definitely not going well for him on that end. He was already feeling woozy himself.

He laid back on his own little roll he made and said, "Sleep." He turned his back to her and rested... as he did, he pulled out the holocron in his pouch and took a longer look a t it. It was like ALL the other holocrons he had read about and it held the secrets of....

Secrets.... of... he felt himself getting woozy again, nauseous... he felt the darkness taking him... and the holocron rolled out of his hand onto the ground next to him and he passed out....

 

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No, he was not a good liar. That was for sure. But she did not press the issue. Not right now. It would not be wise to rock the boat so to speak and she knew that. That instinctive little voice inside her told her that.

She accepted the fish. It was surprisingly delicious, actually. And Moons knew she needed the meat. But she watched him cautiously. He did not look good. Well, she had never seen anyone like him actually, so she had no real clue how he was supposed to look. But she was good at reading expressions and the look in one's eyes, and his, she saw something, pain? in his.

When he passed out, she knew he was in worse shape than he let on. Moons, he was probably in worse shape than SHE herself had been.

She got herself out from under the cloak. Checking her shirt, the only one she had right now, the shoulder was tore apart from the phaser blast she had taken. With a sigh, crawling across the ground quietly to where he lay, she easily found her daggers again. With a quick slice, she cut the sleeves off the shirt. "there, that will work" and she slipped it on, feeling oh so very much better now that she was covered.

She held the dagger in hand, stole a glance at the fire, but the flames would never be able to heat the Beskar enough to do what needed to be done. It would have to be the lightsaber, there was no other choice. But what about infection, her thoughts reminded her. He'd been bitten, and bitten deeply, by an animal, an unknown animal. Who knew what kind of infection was brewing.

"Check his pack" her little instinctive voice told her. It took her only a minute to find the Corellian Whiskey flask. Perfect she thought. Maybe not the best there is but for now, it was the best she had. Chandara paused then, whiskey flask in hand. "Think this thru Chana"... the nickname her Mentor would call her when he wanted her to stop and think before doing. No, this was the right thing. He had tended to her, if she did not want to owe him her life, than this was what she had to do, tend his wound, level the playing field.

First she rolled him onto his back. He grunted a bit, but did not awaken. He was truly out cold. She then used the blade to, well slice his pants around the wound. Oh yes, that was definitely festering, she could see the infection, and it would only get worse. Shaking her head, she poured the whiskey, the alcohol hitting and killing at least most of whatever was slithering about in there. She made sure to get as much within as she could. Hopefully his own bodily defenses could take care of whatever the alcohol did not.

She then reached for his lightsaber. Yes, his. Hers was double ended, she needed better control, more precision, to do what she wanted to do. And she steered clear of the spike one. She was not about to make that mistake again. Thank the Moons the other one did not have any booby traps that tripped, at least not this time. Who knows, the spikes could have been triggered by him and the force he used.

It sprung to life, a deep crimson red blade of pure power and energy. She held the Beskar blade and with a oh so quick flick of the wrist, the lightsaber and blade melded and released. The Beskar glowed ever so deeply... She turned and used it on the wounds, letting the heat cauterize and seal, and still he did not stir. He had to really have been bad off, she thought and yet he would not admit that to her...

Never admit weakness.... something she remembered her Mentor telling her. Well... Jordran had learned that lesson well from whoever his Mentor or Teacher happened to be.

It took her 3 more times with the Beskar dagger and the lightsaber to seal all the gaping, torn wounds across his thigh as best she could. She used the rest of the whiskey along the outside. It was the best she could do, but it looked moons better than it had. She bandaged it with the remnants of the sleeve she had cut free of her shirt. Yes, that did look so much better. But what she did not like was his shivering. It was not cold, not really. Maybe just a little chill with it being dark. She stoked the fire, moved him a little closer, and covered him with his own cloak, but he continued to shiver, as if the cold was deep inside him.

That was when she noticed something that apparently fell from his hand. She leaned across him and scooped it up, examining it closely. It was crimson, with black and silver runes? She wasn't sure. But as she held it, she could feel an almost distinct hum... and a warmth... as of something lived inside. As she took it in both hands, it appeared to whirr to life. Chandara was tempted to drop it at that point, but she did not. Instead she watched it intently as it flexed and twisted, and opened. A voice spoke deep in her mind, her Mentor's voice... "Holocron".... Wait, she remembered, it came flashing back to her. Holocrons... they were used by the Jedi to store, preserve, and keep safe, the teachings of the force. But, as she sat back for a moment, this did not look anything like what her Mentor had told her about Jedi Holocrons. She remembered him saying they were polyhedron shaped, not triangle as this one seemed to be. She contemplated going deeper, accessing what this one held, but his shivering increased, and he was getting restless. She closed the Holocron... then thought WHY did he have it??? ... Taking a quick look around, she got to her feet, unsteadily, and moved into the darkness away from the fire. Several meters away, she found what looked like a fallen tree, if that was what tree looked like here. Nevertheless, she tucked the Holocron away deep inside the semi rotted trunk for now. She would know where it was. It was well hidden from anyone, if there WAS or WOULD BE anyone, coming by.

With a sigh, she made her way back to the fire, she then moved her body against his back, to try an ease his shivering and trembling. Hopefully it was just his body fighting the infection. It was probably safer to sleep this way anyway, then separately, given they really didn't know what roamed in the dark. The cloak covered them both and she found his trembling slowly ceased. She had her hand on her OWN lightsaber now, and with that, she fell asleep, against him, to the soothing sound of the cracking fire...

 

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Chandara made sure to note exactly where that hollowed out tree trunk where she had stashed the holocron was in relation to the water. It was 225 steps into the treeline. She committed that to memory.

As they made their way into the same treeline and actually passed that same tree trunk, she wondered who they were in the hovercraft and what had drawn them to that area. Had they seen the ship crash? Or was it just a routine patrol? Were they friend or foe? It made sense, that right now, everyone was foe. They had to assume that. Never mind that both of them were injured.

"Should we try to find a town maybe?" she suggested. She was not sure that was the best course of action, but it had to be better than sleeping on the damned ground again. Most towns on planets like this were pretty benign. A local law enforcement. Maybe a cantina or the like. A general store. Ship docks, most of the most sophisticated places would be around the ship docks.

He was limping pretty badly. "You need to rest that leg for a least a couple of days" she observed. "If we can find a place to do that... " she let that trail off. Chandara realized that technically, she supposed, she was his... what... hostage? No... Prisoner? Maybe. She had her light saber back, he had not demanded it from her and had not tried to take it. Maybe her taking care of his leg as best she could had actually leveled the playing field.

"Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion. Through Passion, I gain Strength. Through Strength, I gain Power. Through Power, I gain Control. Through Control, my Chains are Free" she repeated his mantra back to him as they walked. "What does that mean?" she turned and looked at him with her very large, and very expressive dark eyes....

 

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"I have allowed you to live this long... if you wish to continue to do so..." he glow of his saber turning his face almost demonic looking, "You will not ask me that again."

Chandara was frozen. She dared not move. It was more than obvious that she had hit a nerve and that had not been her intention. Her eyes never left his as she nodded her understanding. And she did not protest when he removed her light saber, yet again. "Disappointing" she heard her Mentor's voice. She didn't even dare to take a breath until he withdrew his light saber.

"We need to keep moving. Those... others... are at our site by now. Move."

She still had the Beskar daggers, but she did not entertain any thought of attacking him. Well, perhaps that was not entirely true. There was a little "nudge" deep inside that she would kill him if she had to, if she could. But she was still of the mindset they were better off working through this as a "team" of sorts. At least until they knew where they were. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend"... Right now, everyone else had to be considered the enemy. She was sure they would consider and were considering her and him the enemy.

She busied herself with taking stock of the area. Just trying to take in everything around her. Her Mentor always taught her to always have a decent grasp of the environment you are in. She had not done that fully on the ship, she did not want to make that mistake again.

When they passed the first Lizard looking creatures, they seemed more afraid of her and him than anything else. It was obvious they had seen humanoids before, the reaction was not one of shock or disbelief at all, it was more fear and caution.

They passed more of the same creatures and got nearly the same reaction. Altho, Chandara noted that some whispered between themselves, seeing her and him. What she could not figure out was, was it her? Was it Him? Or was it both of them? His look, tho humanoid, was distinctly different than her own.

But apparently, their prescence spooked someone enough that several guards came charging around the corner ahead of them and down the path. Both Chandara and Jordran had noted a village, town, some sort of establishment coming into view... It looked to perhaps descend into a larger crater of sorts. And getting closer to it had alerted someone, who had alerted the town's Guard. Her back was to Jordran at the time, he keeping her ahead of him, so she did not see him tense, but she felt it, she that slight vibration within the force, and she turned, just in time to see his hand move to his Lightsaber.

Stepping back, she laid her had on his arm, nodding her head no. "Don't give them a reason to attack us. They are merely guards, we are unknowns. They are just being cautious. Don't Jordran... Don't... " the guards were getting close, yelling in some strange tongue, most likely telling them to stay where they were. "Just tell them we were, piloting a cargo ship, delivering Corellian Whiskey. The ship malfunctioned, we had to bail out in the emergency pod. It will help explain why you smell of whiskey" She glanced at his leg..."and why we are here and injured"... It was a plausible story. Cargo ships were usually only piloted by 2, sometimes 3 and that was it. At least she hoped it was a plausible story.

 

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She should have figured he was not much of a talker. She could usually read people, or any sentient species better than that. She had misread this due to the fact she was pretty much his captive right now, such that it was. But she picked up on the hint and situation quickly.

They spoke several dialects and luckily one of them was hers. They had asked if they had seen anything the night prior, noting that a ship had exploded and fallen out of the sky. Not one to offer too many details unless specifically asked, another lesson her Mentor taught her, she kept the backup story about the Cargo ship and Corellian Whiskey in the back of her mind. In case it were needed. For now, she just answered what she was asked. Yes, they had seen something aglow in the night sky, but did not know what it could have been. No, they had not been near the Lake in the preservation land. No, they had not seen anything suspicious and had no knowledge about the ... sharkfish? The Guards could not even begin to believe that 2 humanoids could even remotely hurt the mighty and sacred sharkfish, so they were not questioned further.

It was a damned good thing they did not search either one of them, and find the lightsabers. Now, yes, a lightsaber could kill a sharkfish perhaps, but that would have lead to even more questions.

She asked about a place to spend the night, and they were pointed in the direction of the town. She nodded her thanks, but as she and Jordran started to walk pass them, the guards noted his leg and the wound, the bite wound... the bite from a sharkfish wound... FUCK, Chandara thought to herself... she then whispered "Forget" ever so softly, and what she did was plant that seed, using the force, in the guards minds. The weaker the mind, the easier it was. Their eyes went blank for that millisecond and then they were moving down the path, not giving her or Jordran a second thought..

Both she and Jordran made note of the reports, and the talk amoungst the Lizard like beings and some others, about the sacred sharkfish, and the slaughter of the sacred sharkfish. "Of all the things they report on... fucking fish." She shot him a look. It was clear he was more than uncomfortable being around so many others.

5 days... They would be stuck there for 5 days. Unfortunately for Chandara, she had no clue where he was planning on going next, and he was taking her along with him. She had 5 days to try and figure it out, or get away. Not that she had any way of getting off this place without him. Her pack, with all that she had, was long since gone, and that included any credits that she herself had.

She had no more stepped into the room, and was relieved to see it included 2 beds, when he pushed her to the wall, his lightsaber ablaze and laid to her throat. She dared not move, it was so close, she could feel the heat against her skin, too close to her skin.

"Where is it? The holocron! Give me back the HOLOCRON NOW!"

"I don't have it" she barely whispered. To talk more than that whisper, her throat was too close to the saber. "I..... don't have.... it... search me, you will not find it" She was wildly trying to think if should tell him where she hid it. What was in it? It looked nothing like the ones her Mentor had revealed to her. Nothing. But it was obviously a Holocron....

He pressed closer, and the saber actually burned along the curve of her throat.. "It was on the ground, next to you. I found it, I opened it, but you were restless and it was late, so I closed it and hid it, back at the campsite by the water" she finally admitted. She was pressed so tightly back against the wall, she thought for sure he was going to go through with taking her head off right then and there. "what kind of Holocron is that anyway".... she dared to ask.....

 

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He really was not one for answering questions, now was he. But Chandara realized, neither was her Mentor. He had always told her that questions just ended up revealing vulnerabilities that could be exploited.

She swallowed slowly as he turned off the saber, but stepped within a wookie's hair's breath of her. No one had ever been this close to her like this. No one.

"Put your hands on your head...."

She complied, her eyes never leaving him. When his hands touched her, she visibly tensed, her entire body went taut. Sure, she had slept next to his body, but he was unconscious, and she was in control of the situation. This was different. To her, this was a violation, one she did not like. She did not like at all. Chandara had never understood the pleasures of the flesh. All that was to her was weakness. Why would you ever let anyone that close to you, let alone inside you. So he being so close to her now, and touching her, was nearly unbearable. Not to mention she was none to happy he again took her blades. But she managed to stay stilled.

"You will take me to it now...."

Well, thanks to the announcement that came through at that very moment, that was not going to happen.

Chandara did not fight him when he tied her down to the chair. She already knew she'd be able to get out of the bindings pretty easy. Well, not that easy, the bastard had tied them really tight. But, well, she had all night, right? So she just watched him, curiously, as he went about his business. She noted the scars. He was a fighter, a warrior, she was sure every scar told a story, not that he would share that story. And still.. what was he that he could use the force? Had he been a Jedi once? Was that it? But something told her that as not quite right. She contemplated asking, but he was aggravated enough with her as it was. And what about that Holocron. Why was that so different from the ones her Mentor had shown her and talked about... So many questions...

These thoughts, and questions were roaming thru her mind when she realized he had turned and was staring at her...

She actually blushed, she had not meant to be caught staring at him.. and turned away...

"See something you like Jedi?"

She slanted her eyes at him "not what your thinking" she smirked back at him, "But one can't help but notice your scars... so many scars." She was not going to ask a question, but maybe he would elaborate. What would it hurt, she had no weapons, not that she couldn't kill with her hands if she had to, but she knew that would be a near impossible feat with him. She was tied down, well, she'd be out of that soon enough. But, she could not ignore the fact that, they had helped each other. It was an uneasy alliance, yes, but an alliance just the same. And.. Moons Damnit... she wanted to know more about him.

 

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A good little Jedi....

MOONs he could be so fucking condescending. But she didn't snap back at him. She just smirked back at his smirk. He was a bit of a smart ass too, she was figuring out. But she damned well needed a shower. Just the sound of the hot water that she could hear, sounded delicious to her. It had been, for her, near a week maybe, since her last real shower with real hot water.

While he was preoccupied, she busied herself with getting loose. She worked on getting her wrists loose, twisting and rolling her arms. Her bad hand ached, her injured shoulder ached, but that was moot to her. She wanted to be free'd when he got out of the shower, just to show him she could do it. It was getting to be a pride thing. As she was working the bindings, she heard a loud clang from just outside the door, then she heard someone, or something, cursing. "Will you learn to keep a hold of that thing Drapkek" came a voice that was very close to the door..

"Fuck"... She whispered to herself

"Loosen" The bindings on her wrists slip free.. Quickly she gets her ankles free and gets to her feet.

"Police! Open up!"

She stepped to the door, and pushed the button to open it. The soft whoosh sound echoing in the room. She found herself face to face with 4 law enforcement guards. 2 happen to be humanoid, the other 2 were the same lizard species that seem to be predominant in the area.

"Can I help you" she said, with a slight cant to her head. It was obvious they had not expected a woman, a female to answer the door. "Well, sorry, I, um we..." She could feel the 2 humanoid males raking her body up and down with their eyes. Moons.... she hated males at times. Her... well... companion had never once done that, she realized.

"What is it?"

"Well, we got word that a Grand General had been assassinated, and it appears that the ship it happened on crashed here, well exploded over head, here on our planet. There were reports of a stowaway, we believe the Killer may have escaped as witnesses reporting seeing a pod spiraling into our atmosphere..."

"And this has to do with me... how?" She narrowed her eyes at them. "We were told a stranger, a male humanoid..had checked in with injuries and.... " She noted that they were looking beyond her into the room. But there was nothing to indicate another was there, other than his cloak, covering the garments he had taken off. And that very well could have been hers, as long as they did not ask her to try the damned thing on.

"Look, I am the only one in this room. My guess is, whoever your looking for is in another room or gone altogether" and as she said this she whispered "gone"..... Thank the Moons for relatively weak minds... "Now if you don't mind, I need to shower and get some sleep. Good luck with your hunt or whatever it is" and with that she whooshed the door shut and locked it. She heard them as they were leaving.. "She was beautiful, would love a chance at her"... Chandara rolled her eyes, fucking males... seems all they could think about half the time was fighting and fucking.

She stepped away from the door just as Jordran emerged from the shower room. It was obvious he had been listening.

"They know the Grand General is dead. They have hunch the Killer, that being you, survived. You need to be careful. People are looking for you." then she paused, "or are they looking for that Holocron?"

 

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Chandara rolled her eyes as she headed into the small shower room. Talking to him was like talking to a brick wall at times. Not that she wanted to have a major life affirming conversation with him. But some feedback would be nice. But nope. He kept it very short simple, almost devoid of emotion. Almost. Except when she pissed him off and she seemed to be pretty damned good at doing that.

No matter, all that concerned her now was the shower. She stripped quickly and stepped in, letting the heated water course down her sweaty frame. Her shoulder and hand stung like the fires of Mustafar, but she cast that out of her mind. "Just enjoy" she whispered to herself, letting her eyes close and the water just caress her. She stood like this, just her and the water, for a good 10 minutes before she literally snapped out of it and grabbed for the soap, lathering it up and lacing her sudsy fingers thru her long, ebon black hair, and then massaging her way down her lithe, sleek body. Her Mentor had once remarked that she moved like a Nexu... her feline like motions reminding him of that. Silent, stalking, eyes on the prey, Chandara had liked that. She saw it as a compliment..

Jordran reminded her alot of her Mentor. At least in Demeanor.

She was rinsing herself off, the soapy water languidly circling and descending down the drain when she stood upright and tensed. She felt it, that waver in energy, it paused, then continued on. She knew it had to be him. What was he doing, reaching out like that? If anyone else who accessed the force felt that, he would lead them right to where they were. What was he looking for? But that answered itself within 10 seconds. The Holocron. He wanted that thing back, that was obvious. She was still puzzled about it. Why was the shape so different? Why was it colored the way it was?

The Holocrons her Mentor had revealed to her, she had never actually seen one or held one, only what he deigned to show her.. had been much different than that he had. Very much different. The question was, what was stored in his? She should have looked when she had it open. She should have accessed whatever was stored in there. She had missed her opportunity. Unless..... she could get to it before he did. That would be tricky. The city was on lockdown. But maybe... she could sneak out?

She let that idea percolate in her mind while she dried and slipped her clothes back on. When she stepped out into the room, she found him, sitting cross legged upon the metal bed platform, the mattress tossed casually aside. His eyes were closed, and it was clear he was not aware she was even there.

Chandara knew meditation when she saw it. Her Mentor did it often. And she knew not to disturb him. As already noted, she was damned good at pissing him off already, why do it on purpose. So, as she towel dried her long dark mane, she just watched him, her eyes slowly roaming over the myriad of scars that marred his chest, arms, shoulders, back, legs. So many. Older, faded, and newer fresh, well including the bite of a sharkfish. Only a warrior of some kind would have that many scars. She studied how he was built. Strong, but he was not an oversized brute. She'd seen enough of those. He almost had a Loth-Wolf quality to him, a Predator, a Hunter, a Killer assuredly, that she knew. How many battles had he been in to attain so many scars and the fact that he had survived, that said a lot.

"Peace is a lie. There is only passion. Through passion I gain strength. Through strength I gain power. Through power I gain victory. Through victory my chains are broken. The Force shall free me."

The Force shall free me... She didn't remember hearing that the last time he had recited his... mantra? She slowly repeated it back to herself, focusing on each phrase....

Peace is a lie... Chandara did not believe that statement and did not want to believe that statement
There is only passion... Passion, for her passion was belief, commitment, and love, it always came down to love in the end.
Through passion I gain strength... That made sense to her. When you fight for your beliefs, your love, you are stronger, right?
Through strength I gain power... This, sounded a little off to her. It was not about power for the Jedi, it never had been. Right? Unless one were talking about the opposite of what the Jedi stood for, and wasn't she... that? A Jedi Killer? The opposite?
Through power I gain victory... Chandara wanted to think on that one. For her, having power did not always mean you had "won"
Through victory my chains are broken... again, this was something Chandara wanted to really consider. The Victorious were never in chains. Only the Losers...
The Force shall free me....... "Free me" she said those words out loud...

She shook her head and found herself staring at him, just as he opened his eyes and returned the gaze...

"Feel better, jedi?"

"Clean is always better" she quipped back. "I am thinking we need to get some sleep, I know I do" She had already set an internal clock to awaken her in 2 hours.

 

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Exactly 2 hours. That little reminder in her mind brought her back to consciousness in exactly 2 hours. She had curled up in the top bunk. How he chose to sleep was entirely his business and not hers. The thing was, she had no worries or concerns about him being male, and he was definitely male, she had "seen" that evidence enough, and her being female. Not once had she seen that "look" or felt that "look" that she often got from other males. She was more than Okay with that. Sex, to be honest, had never been anything that Chandara was interested in, at all. She had far more important things to learn and do. Pleasures of the flesh were not one of them.

She leaned over quietly and observed that he indeed was asleep, on the metal frame. Oh well, to each their own, she thought to herself. Now, she just had to hope he was tired, exhausted enough, to not wake easily when she snuck out. She, of course, was as quiet as a soft breeze in the desert, and she slipped off the top tier and down to the floor, her bared feet making no sound whatsoever.

She stole another look back at him, but he had not moved.

Chandara opened the door manually, she could not chance that "whoosh" sound, just enough to slide underneath, and she was out in the hall.

Now, she just needed to make sure she got out and into the wooded parkland area without being seen. It was the middle of the night, patrols should be light, she hoped. Closing her eyes, she whispered "Look... Lead"... and let the force glide slowly outward, much like a serpent, and with that leading her, she disappeared into the darkness...

The serpentine tendril of the force lead her out to the alley and then the main road. Yes, she had to duck into the shadows more than once, when a patrol approached, but as long as her connection to the force did not waver, she had plenty of warning. She did almost miss a drone flying overhead, but that she heard, the soft whirr giving it away. She managed to snatch that down easily.

Once in the parkland, it was much easier. She got off the main path, and within the hour she was back near the water. There were a couple of patrols and hovercraft at the far right hand shore, she could see the fire they had stoked. But they would not be able to see her in the darkness of night, as long as she moved slow, as long as she stayed in the shadows, she'd be fine.

The tree trunk and the Holocron were exactly where she had left it. Chandara settled behind the tree trunk and held the device in the palms of her hands. It hummed softly, almost as if talking to her, enticing her, entwining around her. She let the fingertips of her injured left hand dance along the surface, along the side, to the tip and back down again, and it whirred quietly to life, twisting, and opening once again.

"Tell me your secrets" she whispered to it. "Tell me what you hold within you"

What Chandara felt was a sudden influx of darkness...

What her Mentor, Jedi Master Kanar, felt, so very far away, was a massive disturbance, but he was unsure just what it may have been. It hit him like a tidal wave, flooding his senses, but he knew it had to do with his beloved trainee, Chandara. He thought of her as a daughter, and this massive disturbance actually scared him, and he did not scare easy. Even Yoda, felt the aftermath of what Chandara had just done and he quickly summoned Kanar...

 

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Chandara slowly blinked herself awake. It felt like she had drank too much of that potent Corellian whiskey and had passed out drunk. Moons she hadn't done that since she, oh wait, it was at Mekara's burial. Mekara had been the wonderful, almost mother like maid, caretaker, and just friend, at the Mentor's residence that had always been there for her. Losing her had hit Chandara hard.

It was as if she was surfacing from underwater. She took a deep breath, feeling like it was the first time she had ever done that. It was dark, the room dim. But she did recognize the room. How had she gotten back here? Hadn't she left to retrieve the Holocron? What was the last thing she remembered? She struggled to get to that, like walking thru sand. She had, opened the device, she had whispered to it. Yes, maybe it was silly, but that was how Chandara did things. She had to verbalize to concentrate... but that was it. Now she was here.

Slowly, oh so slowly, she sat up, and found Jordran, sitting close by, simply watching her.

"What happened?" Did he even know? And if he did, would "Mr. I Don't Like to Talk", even tell her? As she sat up further, she lay a hand to her midsection, and then upward to her head. She felt different, but she couldn't quite describe how. Almost as if there was a low, vibrating hum, deep within her. Shaking her head, she cast that thought and feeling aside. She was just feeling woozy from sleeping as deeply as she did. That was it.

"How... how long was I asleep?"

Before he could answer, the silence was broken by several people, or creatures, yelling outside in the street. Something about bodies, dead guards, lightsaber, killed by lightsaber, it was confusing and hard to follow, but Chandara leveled her eyes to Jordran... "What did you do?"

 

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Why was he staring at her like that? It was almost the same look he had given her, or had been giving her, when she admitted defeat on the ship and told him to just go ahead and kill her. That was the look she saw in his eyes now. Was he contemplating killing her again? If he was, why was he just staring? Just get it over with....

And of course he had no intention of telling her how she got back to the room...

Moons Damn it that Sith was aggravating, she thought to herself as she watched him get up, silent, get some bread and water and retreat to the corner of the room. It did not even occur to her the word she used for him... Sith....

Chandara shifted and put her bared feet on the cold floor. It almost felt like she could use another shower. She felt that, well, worn out? Exhausted? Something?... But one thought still ate at her... Still roamed around within every corner of her mind... What had happened to the Holocron? She remembered finding it again, she remembered whispering to it... she remembered it almost seemed to answer her...

Sith...

The word just hung in her mind...

Sith...

Chandara turned her gaze ever so slowly to Jordran. At the moment, he appeared to be concentrating on something other than her. He looked to be lost in thought.

Sith could use the force, the darker side of the force. He was.....

Sith...

Sith had been nothing but rumors. Her Mentor, Jedi Master Kanar, had talked to her about the Sith. The Sith, also referred to as the "Sith Order", was an ancient religious order of Force-wielders devoted to the dark side of the Force. Driven by their emotions, including hate, anger, and greed, the Sith were deceptive and obsessed with gaining power no matter the cost.

It had made sense to Chandara then, and it made sense to Chandara now. Where there is light, and the Jedi way, there is always an opposite, a darkness. She had even argued that point with Master Kanar at that time, and she was but a child then. To her, even at that young age, you could not have one without the other. But because a Sith had never been, well, seen, encountered or dealt with, it was thought that, if there HAD been a "Sith Order" it had long since died out. That made some sense to Chandara the child, she knew the "Jedi Order" had almost done the same at one time, so long ago..

He still had all her weapons. And she had the uncanny knack of pissing him the hell off, and she was about to do it again, weapons or not. Maybe he would take her head off this time.

Chandara got up, and silently stepped across the room to where he sat. For some reason, she was NOT afraid of the fact that he was indeed a Sith, and that knowledge, for some reason, was a certainty to her now. Chandara knelt down in front of him, to be on the same level he was. It did not feel right to be across the room when she spoke, she didn't really want to say that word outloud, what if someone were outside the door right then and heard her. This was not anything she wanted to advertise, and she was Moons sure HE did not want to advertise it..

"I know"... she said, her voice soft but firm..

That did not seem to draw his attention.

"I know what you are"

That did draw his attention, but it was a look of utter annoyance that he shot at her, the "I'm getting pissed off again" look.

"Sith" was all she said... It would be all she would have to say actually.

 

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She was on her feet the moment the word slipped from her lips. Even she was not all that sure how she knew. She just knew. Then she remembered, just a sliver, but she remembered, a voice, as if a recording, humming in her ear, coming from that cursed Holocron. But the voice she heard was her own, as if she were reading, or learning, or absorbing the information.

But all that was silenced when she saw him getting to his feet and reaching for his lightsaber. Chandara stepped back, trying to put distance between her and him. Her stare never left the lightsaber. She was not as prepared to have her head severed from her body at this particular moment in time.

"Jordran don't.. Please" she took another step back, finding her back to the steel table that was across the room. How had she been backed up like this so quickly??

"That word..." He hesitated... Chandara could almost see the inner struggle going on, the entire argument he was having within himself on whether or not to strike her dead or allow her to live. And this was not a "pissed off" thing. This was a "crossed a line" situation, and she knew that

"That word... Where did you hear it from?"

Pressed back against the table, in that small room, she had no weapons, and he was far superior in the use of the force than she was, Chandara had no choices. Well, that was not entirely true, she had exactly two choices, tell him how she knew, or beg him to kill her. And honestly, she was not sure which was worse at this point. But given she did NOT really want to die, and in fact, there was an urgency within her to LIVE... SURVIVE.. find other Holocrons...

Wait, what? Find other Holocrons? Find other SITH Holocrons! Where in the Moons had THAT come from? What she really wanted to do was get back to her Mentor. He would know. He would know what was happening and why. He would know why she felt... different... and how she knew that word... Sith... how she knew what Jordran was.

"The Holocron" she quietly said, bracing, tensing for him to swing his now surging lightsaber. It will be quick, she told herself, it won't hurt, just a flash of burning pain and it will all be over. "When I opened it again, it whispered to me. It told me all it knew about the Sith. It's ... in..... here.... " and she slowly pointed to her temple. "please Jordran, don't. Please"

 

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He had wanted inside her mind.

He had wanted to steal back what had been gifted to her.

Instead, she had seen within his own. Not everything. Not by a longshot. There was so much more and Chandara knew it. So much more buried in that so dark, so troubled mind. Could she, if it had been she that had done this, have gone further and torn it out, maybe. She was really not sure. She was not sure how this thing, whatever one wanted to call it, that had buried itself so deeply in her mind, worked.

She did learn one thing. To gain knowledge on, or infiltrate one's mind, it was not the one who invaded said mind that would gain that knowledge or those memories. You had to take them within your own. Chandara had seen, invaded Jordran's thoughts, feelings, memories when HE sought to do the same by invading her mind. He was after the Holocron, instead, she took from him. She learned, while giving up virtually nothing.

Yet it was not her, it was something within her. Whatever that Holocron held. It was as if she were but a bystander. Yes, that was it. She was watching, but not the actual catalyst.

For a brief moment, she again wished her Mentor was here. He would understand. Surely he would.

His mother... She saw his mother. He saw his mother ruthlessly killed right in front of him. He had tried to save her.. He was just a child but he tried..

Chandara saw Nelys... she watched the entire exchange play out before her.. It was not lost on her that Nelys looked very much like herself, with the long midnight black hair, the dark eyes, the pale fair skin. Was that what stayed his hand maybe? Was that why she still lived?

"I... I love you Mistress..." He said to her with a hopeful smile on his face...
"You are a sweet boy..." She said as she walked out of the room, never to be seen again.

Chandara blinked. How does one just ignore love like that?

She then watched as he slaughtered a dozen other Gladiators, holding the severed head of the last one as a prize.

And the cell and the key. Chandara saw it all, but this time had to turn away from what was happening. He was so savage, so brutal, so cruel, so unforgiving in his slaughter. No, she did not want to witness that, even if it was just a memory.

It was then that Jordran had slammed shut the memory so hard and so fast, that Chandara was caught in the midst of it, unable to pull away, unable to break the link. The Holocron was allowing it to play out in all it's gruesome details...

Her own eyes snapped open, glowing crimson red, and she screamed, a sound unlike any she had ever managed to shriek, accept once before, when she found the dead skinwolf pup. It was the same despairing scream, the same horrified scream, only this time, instead of rage at the death of the pup, she screamed in terror at what she was seeing, a Predator, a Killer, intent on killing everyone and everything... including her.....

 

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She saw it. His hand would not be stayed this time. But it still felt like she was seeing this thru a dream of some kind. Her eyes, even tho she was seeing through them, still glowed a deep red. But the fear came thru, and she had no where to go. She had just seen what he could do, what he had done. Killing her would mean nothing to him. So Chandara closed her eyes, waiting for that killing blow to come....

For her, it was nothing more than blackness. She did not see herself, naked, she did not hear the exchange between what lay deep inside her and the Sith, save for the last line.

You wanted this woman. She is yours now. You but spare her life... and mine...

Chandara's eyes opened then, she was on her feet, and her own lightsaber was in her hand, and energized. She had a split second before Jordran reacted, but she reacted faster, taking him down to his back, her lightsaber at his throat. He was going to kill her, and she did not want to die this day.

You wanted this woman. She is yours now. You but spare her life... and mine...

What did that even mean? Chandara struggled to remember what had happened. She had closed her eyes, he was about to strike her down. What happened? She then felt something, deep within her mind, one word... Nelys..

Neyls, the woman that Jordran had loved, had given himself to, only to be rejected. What did she have to do with this, with the Holocron? Was she Sith too?

"Go on... kill me... Death would be my release... "

Chandara looked down at him. Slowly, so slowly maybe it was imperceptible, she shook her head. "I can't" she finally said, stepping back.. "I... can't" She wasn't even sure why she could not. It was as if a deal had been made. Chandara dropped her lightsaber, and she was shaking. "I don't understand what happened" she whispered, wrapping her arms around herself.