Living in exile

[Kahn]

The morning was colder than usual. Dathomir was a warm planet that did not have many inhabitors, so it was easy for Albion to find a secluded place. He had built a small hut, big enough for him to move around in. As he got out of bed, he put on his jedi robes, but he always coverd them up with his earthen colored cloak. It was easy to hide with the cloak on, due to the fact that it blended in with the surroundings easily. Opening the flap, a waft of fresh air filtered into the tent. As he breathed the fresh air into his lungs, he felt peaceful, and at one with himself. As he walked around his small hut, he checked upon his flowers that he had planted, to liven things up a bit. They were doing fine, and that always pleased the elderly man. Albion always walked a distance away from his hut, so that it was almost out of sight and walked completely around the small tent, checking to see if he could sence any life forms around. As usual, he did not.

After making his way back to his tent, Albion knelt down on his knees. Closing his eyes, he began to meditate like his former master had taught him to. The Jedi controled his breathing, thinking of the Jedi Temple and of the many different species and people he had come into contact with. It saddened him to think of how the rebellion had faltered. With the clones executing the Order 66 that they had trained for, almost all of the Jedi were killed that day, save for the ones that were either off planet or were able to fight through the blockade and escape the Jedi temple on courscant.

As he was meditating, a vision crept its way into the mind of the elderly Jedi. A slim man was sneaking up on the tent built by Albion, and discovering who and what lived there. The Jedi was not sure of the meaning of this. The Darkside clouded everthing, and the future was always in motion. He would have to wait to find out if this vision would play itself out or not.

[Kahn]

Opening his eyes, Albion could see that everthing was the same as it had been when he had started meditating. Rising to his full height, wich wasn't very tall, the elder Jedi walked to the little hut that he had constructed himself. Opening the flap that was the door, Albion walked inside casually. Walking over to a small nightstand carved out of some of the local wood that could be found all around the planet. But the night stand itself was not the object that intersted the Jedi Padawan. It was the familiar object that resided on top of it. He picked up his arcane lightsaber hilt and slowly clipped it onto his belt, where it had been so many times before.

As he walked outside once again, Albion thought of the duties that he would perform this day. There wasnt much, but they needed to be done. Albion started down a path that he had made himself. It was not visible to the naked eye, but if you knew the markers, knew their location, it was very simple to navigate. Arriving at his destination, he looked upon an ancient stone structure. He had been in this building before, but it had been deserted for many years. Walking through the threshold that led into the courtyard of the building. The walls were cracked with age, dust covered almost every aspect of the building, save for footsteps that were newly placed in the middle of the courtyard. Five pillars surrounded the huge circular room. Albion carefully took off his cloak and placed it down on the ground.

Walking to the center of the room, Albion uncliped his weapon, and with a slight amount of pressure from his thumb, the blade came to life and extended outward from the curved hilt. The smell of burnt ozone filled his nostrils and the green light reflected off of him. Albion began to twist and slash at the air in peculiar menuvers. He had performed this training excersise many times before, yet he did not have it perfect. It would take more practice from the elder Jedi Padawan.

[Kahn]

The small green man's focus never waverd as he leaped through the air, thrusting his small lightsaber throughout the air in a particular pattern. After a few minutes of focus, he came to a hault, slowed his breathing down to a quiet whisper. Albion closed his eyes, and with a flick of his small thumb, the green blade withdrew into its hilt once more.

The Jedi Padawan opened his eyes immediately, a presence could be felt outside of the temple. Albion quickly put on his robe, and clipped his lightsaber back onto his belt.

Walking back into a darkened corner of the room behind a large pillar, the small green man stood motionless, but allowing himself room to view the entrance way. He could feel the presence of the being walking towards him, a dark aura surrounded the being. Albino stayed ready and alert.

[Kahn]

The nightsister walked into the temple, knowing exactly where she was. The darkside ebbed from her being, Kahn could feel the dark presence near him. As she circled, the small man knew that she would soon discover him, and he had better make the first move, or else he might regret not having done so.

With fluid fast movements, the small pointy eared man leaped high into the air. Mid flip, he activated his small archaic lightsaber that was as much an ally as the force was. The small green blade protruded forth from the hilt. The smell of burnt ozone could be smelt. On his way down, he swiped the blade of the saber toward the woman. His attack came up short however, she moved quickly out of the way. Landing on his feet, Lightsaber in both hands held up in a devensive stance, Kahn stared at the woman. He concentrated upon the force, letting it flow through his body.

"Come you should have not witch."

A shrill laugh belched out of the elder woman, like nails on a chalkboard. She raised her hands towards the little green man and with a small thrust towards the Jedi, streaks of blue lightning shot out from her hands towards Kahn. Pivoting his lightsaber to reside between himself and the imense power that was being hurtled at him. The lightning conected with the blade and went no further.

"Better than that you'll have to do."

[Kahn]

With a leap, Kahn brought his saber down in a devastating blow. With a swift movement, the Nightsister ducked her head, and stepped back away a few meeters. The ancient witch started to memorize a spell that she had known all too well. The small jedi knew that if she was able to achieve the completion of a spell, he would pay dearly for it. Kahn closed his eyes, and thrust his empty hand forward. The force surged through his body, hurling its way towards his enemy. Before she was finished chanting, the witch was lifted from her feet, thrown agains the adjacent wall. She hit the wall with a sickening thud before slidding down to hit the floor. Kahn walked forward to inspect the woman. With a flash of speed, blue lightning shot out from her fingers and struck the little green man. Kahn was flung backwards, only to hit one of the pillars that held the ceeling. As the two beings recovered, Kahn could see the woman walking towards him, with one thing on her mind.

When she reached a certain distance away, the pointy eared man used the force to guide him as he leaped from where he stood, swinging his lightsaber in a wide arc. Although the Jedi had made contact, it did not to much damage. He landed and leaped once again through the air, only this time with a different purpose. While in the air, Kahn deactivated his lightsaber and landed upon the balcony that circled the large room. The shadows clung to the little man, hiding him from sight. The Nightsister looked up, and could not see the man. Kahn knew that he would have to wait for the right time to reapear again.