It wasn't meant to be farewell this soon...

[Jeseth Cloak]

The wind blew against Jeseth and ruffled his wings as he waited admist the tall gras of a Naboo plain. Jeseth hoped they had all recieved his request to face him in combat. He'd prove he was Jedi... Even if it would be in his last moments of life...

It's peaceful here...

No one would find him - not likely. He had left little evidence behind at the GJO as to his destination.

[Darth Rane]

A voice wafts onto the air, it's source unseen. Unseen, but known all too well to Jeseth.

"This is a foolish path, my brother - and you know it. Abandon this path and return to us. What you are planning is tantamount to suicide. Do you really wish to throw away all that you've strived for, all that you've devoted your life to?"

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Anbira approached from behind. When he was close, he spoke softly ::

And what shall we do with you? You who were one of us and preached the truth. Did you believe it then, or were you lying to yourself? Lying to yourself like you are lying to your true destiny by claiming to be a Jedi.

You know theirs is not the way. I don't have to tell you the consequences of your ignorance.

[Lady DeVille]

A thin figure swathed in a dark robe crossed the plain. The wind whipped at the long cloak, tearing the hood away from her face. De'Ville folded her arms across her chest.

"Cloak. I do not understand your purposes for rejoining the Jedi. I do understand betrayal, and it appears you are familiar with it as well." Her face was smooth and emotionless, her eyes like deep wells of frozen water.

De'Ville undid her cloak and the wind took it, whisking it away.

[Jeseth Cloak]

"It has been a life devoid of meaning, Rane... What I strived for, what we strived for... How could I have been so blind... Perhaps there is left no hope for you, and there ight never have been, but for so many others there is left a hope. I struggle to keep my emotions and mind in check, as if my body were not my own..."

Jeseth shook his head, turning to Rane. He wasn't far... Anbira was also present now. It was just as he had wished. More would soon follow. He watched as a few more ships approached from the horizen.

"I did beleive it to be the truth once, but now I realize that there can be no balance if there is no light... We both seek this peace, this balance... to many Jedi have failed to understand what this path truely means. Perhaps I myself do not, but I will try my best, or die in the attempt. This is my test. I will not let my emotions over run my body and mind, and I will not let the taint which I carry seep into my heart. There is no ignorance; There is knowledge Anbira."

He had nothing to say towards De'Ville's accusation. He knew it to be true; He had berayed them...

[Darth Rane]

The rage in Rane's voice was hardly masked, and his tone indicated that he likely had a sneer etched in his face at the moment.

"Answer me this, then: How would dying under the crush of my claws bring about any 'balance'? You still seek the same things, Jeseth. You are just looking in the wrong place.

You cannot deny who you are, no more than you can lie to yourself about the things you have done. It's all there for you to see, Jeseth: you are just blinding yourself to it."

[Jaina Karma]

Jaina watches the sith and the single jedi.

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Anbira notices a presence approaching. One that is not welcome. Whirling around, he begins to approach it. When he speaks, it is in a grave tone, for Jeseth's ears. ::

Do you want to see what kind of martyr you will be?

[Lady DeVille]

ooc: what Cadet is this? Jedi or Sith? /ic:

De'Ville lazily stretches, her muscles rippling under her sleeveless black bodysuit. The Dark siders of the Black Hand would miss their leader. But they would move on, and would even become stronger because of the loss.

Jeseth, however, did not have so bright a future.

ooc: gah, I have to go to work. carry on./ic:

[Jedi Cadet]

::Cadet walks in a forest thinking about what has happened at the GJO latly. She stops for a moment and she sences a Light force user surrounded by sith or dark jedi. Jeseth Cloak. Cadet runs forward untill she comes to a clearing. She stops just out side of it and see's Jeseth surrounded by sith. She stays silent and watches them, controling herself from runing out there.::

[Jedi Cadet]

OOC/ Devil I went on under the wrong name. I ment that to be Cadet. ic/

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Cadet suddenly finds herself swept off her feet, hurtling towards Anbira, thanks to a Force Pull. As she nears, Anbira reaches out, grabbing hold with a vice-like grip around her throat. He brings her face close to his, his mad and fiery eyes staring into the back of her skull ::

You are not welcome here!

:: Anbira turned to Jeseth ::

Jeseth? Do you want to die like this one? Is that what you really want?

[Emperor Shimi]

Cackling laughter comes seemingly from the shadows, as the form of a man can be seen in the dark. None of his features betray his identity.

Heeheehee....Jeseth you have grown weak! Once, you were one of my flock, yes you were. But I saw it! Yes...your lack of faith was not unforseen, foul traitor! I saw it in your eyes, as you reflected back the lovesick gaze of that Jedi wench that you run to. What is her name, Jeseth?

Tell me her name, so that I might pluck her from your mind, like a cancerous tumor. I will make you whole again, you wayward lamb. Tell me not, and I will destroy the both of you...and she will be first.


Yes...and her red blood will mingle with her orange hair. It will look like a summer's twilight, as you sit and watch her die.

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth reached for Cadet as Anbira took her into his clutches. He had almost taken her life once, but that was in the past. He would not deny his errors, but accept them. They would only make him stronger. Shimi's words suddenly crackled in his mind like thunder.

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The Jedi turned to Shimi, his teeth glinting as his eyes grew darker. His arm went out towards Anbira, knocking him off his feet and sending Cadet rolling across the floor. The sudden impact of energy was more than they had expected Jeseth to be capable of... but then again, he had rarely shown the extent of his abilities.

[Darth Rane]

Rane grating laughter once again filled the air, bouncing off anything it could find and hauntingly echoing, seemingly without end.

"It is you who has lost your balance, Jeseth; You can hardly control your own emotions any longer."

[Jedi Cadet]

::Cadet rolls across the ground. When she stops she jumps to her feet and looks around. She stops at Jeseth.::

"What happened?"

[gengar13]

Gengar had walked over the field onto a hill nearby. Senseing that fighting had just begun he made his way until he saw the others surrounding Jeseth. He could sense that he had went to the lightside and Gengar shook his head.

*Poor fool. What have you done. Come back to the darkside my friend. Forget that girl..that jedi and return to where you belong*

He watched what was happening.

[Emperor Shimi]

A clapping sound comes from Shimi's direction as the Dark One applauds energetically.

Excellent show indeed, young Jeseth! I knew you could do it. You're still one of us! Don't try to hide it, I can see it in your dark eyes! Quit lying to yourself - no, quit letting your woman lie to you.

She loves you? Yes...perhaps she does. Where will that get you in the end, young Jeseth? Will you let love corrupt you, and change you? You are not yourself, I can see this. Your brethren can also. She has changed you.

Jeseth...Jeseth...

...she is going to die, Jeseth. Don't worry. You will soon be you again.

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Anbira stood up wordlessly, looking at Jeseth. Anbira's eyes narrowed. ::

So you are stronger than you led us to believe?

:: Anbira's mouth turned downward into a sneer ::

Do you think you are strong enough to face me?

[Jedi Cadet]

"Leave him alone Anibra." Cadet says to him.

::Cadet's hand reaches for her saber. She stands there watching Anibra.::

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Anbira spins around, driving an overhanded smash onto Cadet, hitting her along the right side of her jaw in a glancing blow. The force of the strike drops her chin down to her knees in an instant, causing her to smash her face along her knees. She springs up from the impact, quite disoriented, with blood coming down from her nose and mouth. ::

I said you are not welcome here.

[Darth Rane]

Before she could properly recover, Cadet found her body flung backwards, colliding into a nearby tree with a defeaning crash. Finally (dramatically), Darth Rane stepped into view, some distance away. A small growl escaped his throat: he obviously didn't want to be here.

[Jedi Cadet]

::Cadet climbs to her feet, leaning on the tree. She glares at the sith the just came out. She grabs her dagger and throws it quickly at him.::

[Darth Rane]

Without removing his iron gaze from the young Jedi, Rane snarled at the foolish attack - He was still much to far away for any thrown weapon to even approach him. Regardless, he needed to make an example of this.

The thrown blade halted it's approach in mid-air, seemingly content to simply hover, motionless. It continued to float for several more seconds before twisting in upon itself, as if imploding, until it bent into a compact metal ball. With a sneer, the Dark Jedi turned away from Cadet, focusing his attenion once more on Jeseth.

[ReaperFett]

:: Fett steps out of his ship, and takes a breath of the fresh Naboo air. He would have loved to have stopped, but now wasn't the time. He had come here after tracking someone here. Jeseth Cloak had recentley rejoined the Jedi, and had prepared to leave the planet fairly abruptly. Fett doubted anyone else has noticed much of a difference, and decided not to say anything. Instead, he had placed a small bug on the ship, to trace it. When he had left, Fett had followed.

Fett reached out with the force, and found Jes reasonably quickly. Not due to Jeseth, but due to the dark side being strong around him. Knowing there may be some danger, Fett raced off to the area, making sure at first to block his sense. That way, noone would detect him until the last minute ::


OOC: Dont react to me yet. Im a fair distance away

[Jedi Cadet]

::Cadet drops her gaze to the ground. She stares at the ground for a moment. Jeseth glances at her knowing what she is doing. Up from the ground, The shadows off all the sith, the two jedi, the trees and the ground all come together to form a large tiger. Cadet uses the force to make the tiger seem to attack Rane. While he is distracted, Cadet uses the force to speed her run behind bane and kicks him hard in the back.::

[Darth Rane]

Rane was no stranger to shadowplay (being quite fond of it himself), and thus hadn't even begun to be fooled by Cadet's little stunt. If anything, he was quite amused that a Light-Side Jedi would use such a Sithly technique. Still, he didn't move as she approached, clearly aware of what it was she was planning. He even let her kick conenct with his back, something which should might not live to regret: It was like connecting with a stone wall. She yelped out in surprise as he spun around, backhanding her with a sickening crack. Her body was flung backwards once more and Rane let out an exasperated sigh.

[Jedi Cadet]

::Cadet once again get to her feet. She watches Rane carfully.::

"Jeseth has become a jedi. why cant you sith except that?"

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth glares at Shimi, then listens to Rane. No, he wouldn't let it happen. He would keep control.

There is no emotion; there is peace.

"You will not harm her... and I might not be your equal, Anbira, but to the Force we are all one in the same."

Motions errupted from both Cadet and Rane, then suddenly Jeseth blurred, appearing within inches og Shimi and pulling a dagger as he came to a hault. The cold metal blade found it's way against the man's throat within a fraction of a second, words pouring forth from Jeseth's lips calmly.

"She's only shown me what I should have already known to be true. There's been no change in my intentions, merely in my understanding of how to achieve what I've so eagerly strived for..."

[Darth Rane]

Yes, and perception is everything, is it not? But yours is faulty; it is no longer your own perception, But that which has been twisted and warped. You are no longer you.

[Jedi Cadet]

::Cadet looks at Jeseth as he puts the dagger to one of the siths throughts. Cadet concetrates and starts to heal herself.::

[JediBoricua]

:: Medidating in his room Jedi Master Boricua was lost in a wonderful world of his own creation. He tried to feel what the force was feeling. The millions upon million of different emotions, thoughts, actions were too much for a single person, but Boricua none the less tried to take in as much as possible. Suddenly...*THUSH* His chest jumped, he got a mental picture, a candle in the wind. A small beacon of light surrounded by darkness trying to blow it and turn it off. Jeseth, his padawan, was in trouble.

Boricua knew how he must feel right now. He once was also a sith and he knew how it felt to once realize all you have done wrong and face it, two remember the eyes of every thing you had killed for your own power, every innocent life lost, every insult to existence itself commited by your own two hands. It was overwhelming.

But Jeseth was brave, he had faced those fears and now was facing an even biggest threat, facing his old "friends" fromthe dark. There wasn't any other way to prove to himself he was truly a warrior of light, he must face what almost destroyed him.

In control now Boricua roamed through the force, he was on teh battlefield now, he entered Jeseth's head.

"Jeseth...Jeseth. Worry not my friend, I am here with your. My strenght will be added to yours towards your trial. Be strong and patient, do not cave in to these foolish remarks. You have already walked the dark path, remember the loneliness, the suffering, the emptyness. Think of what you have accomplish as a sith, nothing...just death, fear, horror in innocent lives. Stay calm and your emotions, don't block them, control them. You are the owner of your body and mind, you are a JEDI. REmember they are not your friends anymore, they will kill you if neccessary.

I am very proud of you, for facing your troubles. The road ahead will not be easy , but I will be with you every step of the way.

One last thing, I'm on my way! May the force be with you!

[Emperor Shimi]

From the distance, Jeseth can still not see any features of Shimi through the darkness. Yet, from beneath the shroud of darkness, Shimi smiled.

You just don't get it, do you?

Shimi moved the dagger away from his neck.

Stubborn child, you act like it is your choice to make. Don't assume things which you do not understand. The option of becoming a Jedi is not yours to take. Understand this, and return to the fold, or you will perish.

Shimi extended his right hand, crossing his index and middle fingers in front of him. His frame seemed to slouch slightly, as Shimi's head lowered. From this position, a slight whisper could be heard.

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The shadows around Shimi began to swell, almost becoming tangible in form. Snaking tendrils of black groped for the sky, and soon began to take shape, forming the visage of a serpent, the color of midnight.

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What is wrong, Jeseth? Did you think I was lying to you?

[Jedi Cadet]

::Cadet stares at Shimi for a moment. She then runs forward infront of Jeseth.::

"Leave him alone."

::Cadet glares at Shimi. She grabs her saber and activates both dark purple blades.::

"Leave him alone. He is a jedi now. It was his choice and no one eleses. Especaly not yours." Cadet says to him.

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Anbira once more focuses his attention on Cadet. She was stubborn beyond all means of self-preservation. If Jeseth needed a reason why to turn from the Jedi, then Anbira would provide one...in the form of Cadet's bloody corpse. He no longer had time to play games.

Anbira pointed an open palm in Cadet's direction. Around the battleground, everybody could feel a cool breeze blowing, as Anbira channeled the Force into a large sphere, trapping a bubble of air inside with a radius of 10 meters. Focusing his concentration, Anbira tightened the force bubble, increasing the atmospheric pressure and temperatures inside. As the sphere imploded inwards on itself, the cool breeze kept blowing, as air rushed in to fill the void. ::

[JediBoricua]

OCC: Interesting approach Shimi. I think you are the first person I recall here on the forum to postulate that the choice of dark and light does not dwell on the individual, but on the force itself.

I think you mean the force chooses then? So all jedi and sith are predestined to the will of the force? Or you mean it's your choice?

Please let it be the first option, cause if it is the second you truly need a beating to bring back from that grandure you are living in.

And also, just my view here, but I do believe creating a giant serpent from the dark is a bit god-modish, hey but that's just me.

EDIT~signature

[Emperor Shimi]

OOC: What is god-moding about that?

IC:
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The serpent of shadow grew larger and more defined, and as it was fully formed, Shimi cackled.

Heeheehee! Judgment cometh, young Jeseth!

The shadow serpent dove downward upon Jeseth, engulfing him in impenetrable, cold darkness. Of course, it was all in his mind, but to Jeseth, it was real enough. The darkness was tangible, binding his limbs, keeping him still. The icy tendrils of midnight crept over his skin, chilling him to the touch. Jeseth stood where he was, teeth gritting in defiance. He was paralyzed, as his mind endured the impenetrable darkness.

It is pointless to resist who you are, Jeseth Cloak. You will know soon enough.

[Jedi Cadet]

"STOP IT." cadet yelled.

::Cadet droped to her knees next to jeseth, droping her saber which deactivated as soon as it left her hands. Cadet touched Jeseth. He felt frozen cold. Cadet felt the coldness creep up her arm as she touched Jeseth. She pulled her hand away quickly. Cadet thought for a moment then put both hands on jeseth. She was determened to help him back along the path he chose, even if it ment killing her. She felt the cold cover her body.::

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: A flash of pale green light shone across Cadet, as the pressure sphere Anbira was crafting continued to implode upon itself. Finally, the pressure and temperature of the air inside the sphere reached such a critical point that the gas became plasma, glowing an intense green as it continued to constrict upon itself, glowing brighter and brighter. Anbira's face was drawn taut with concentration, as unbelievable control of the Force was used to press the sphere even further inwards. A low rumble can be heard as the pressure sphere begins to oscillate. Over the rumbling, Anbira's low voice can be heard. ::

Jedi Cadet, the moment this sphere is completed is the moment you are wiped from this universe. I have warned you long enough.

:: Anbira sneered again, and the sphere continued to grow smaller and more powerful ::

[Delirion]

As thou hast called, so we shalt answer, Jeseth the Fallen. It is upon thine own shoulders now to bear the consequences of thy ill-fated turning. For truly, I do not believe thou knowest what thy fate will be.

Having arrived late, called upon the battlefield by the thoughts her brothers had sent out, to aid them, lending her own voice to theirs, she now walks towards the meeting between the Forces of Dark and Light.

As she approaches, surprise overcomes her to see the outline of a giant snake stand between her brothers and Jeseth. Surely it is but an illusion! Carefully, her mind touches the thoughts of her brothers, and finds the image of the snake depicted in one of them. Yes, it is indeed an illusion.

There are others here, Sith - she does not know them, has never seen their faces. Yet now she stands to join their circle, in this meeting of Dark and Light. Yet is it Light?

My fallen brother, do not do this - I have no wish to see thine death, if thou art not even sure of thine own fate.

She fixed her stare on Jeseth Cloak, her dark eyes burning with a cold intensity into his own.

Thou thinkest that thou canst to control thy emotions. Thou wishest to control them by thine mind. Yet is not every one of thine own actions now blinded by thine own feelings towards this Jedi girl? Is that what thou call'st control over thine emotions? No, Jeseth. Thou art in error. Thou art blinded, drawn off thine rightful path. Turn back before thou fallest even deeper into these misconceptions.

[Jedi Cadet]

::Cadet looks up at the newest sith that has just arived. She takes her hands off of Jeseth and looks at her.::

"Jeseth chose to be jedi. I dont know why but he did. It doesnt matter if you hate him for it or not. If he wants to stay jedi then he will. If not...." Cadet lets it hang.

::Cadet looks down at Jeseth and feels a tear go down her cheek. she wipes it away quickly.::

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: The pressure sphere was reaching critical mass. A large vein was visible on Anbira's forehead as he put all his concentration into holding the raw power in check with the Force. Sweat beaded on his forehead as the air around him got very hot. Inside the sphere, the superpressurized plasma reached incredible temperature, searing and wafting the air around it. After several moments, it was done. Anbira manipulated the pressure sphere with the force, holding it in place, and keeping it from exploding. He spotted his adversary. ::

Jedi Cadet! I will send you to Hell for your defiance!

:: Anbira propelled the sphere forward, straight towards Cadet, guiding it with a force push. ::

[Evil Hobgoblin]

A Hobgoblin crashes through nearby trees and lands on the ground. ~ Twas a foolish thing ye did, Deception~ he projects. ~ Perhaps ye have not fully mastered yer own nature. Perhaps it consumed ye, in which case yer not truly one o' us after all, merely an unenlightened soul.~

The Hobgoblin ambles over to the rest of TBH's members and slams his fist on the ground. ~ Hob is more than ready to open yer eyes, and the eyes of yer Jedi friends who're runnin' to save ye, don't y'know?~

[Delirion]

OOC: Cadet: Firstly, you should do well to maybe read through some of the sigs as well as the rest of the RP here. Several of us, including myself, are NOT Sith.
Secondly - and that may be my own fault for not making it crystal clear - what I wrote in Italics in my post are thoughts. Jeseth was my brother in TBH, and we had a fairly close mind connection there. Meaning: He hears it. You don't. Unless you can his thoughts as clearly as your own.

IC:
Her eyes shift to the Jedi standing before Jeseth. Obstinate child - asked again and again not to interfere, yet the girl did not seem to heed the warnings.

Well, the others would deal with her. It is no concern of hers if a single Jedi felt suicidal enough to try to get in the way. Yet she feels it necessary to address her now.

"Jedi - you would be wise to stay away from this place. You do not understand, as your words so obviously show. Do not interpret my own feelings towards the one you now so covet to protect as hate, for it is no such. It is regret and sorrow at seeing him blindly follow a path that he does not truly understand, and it is hope, that he will see the error of his ways."

[Lady DeVille]

She had fallen silent as the Jedi girl had been beaten back again and again. As Shimi had constructed the serpent using Sith magic of some sort, De'Ville had simply stood.

A new Dark sider had arrived, one so pale and wan that it seemed the wind would blow her body away. She stood by the others from the Black Hand. Delirion. It must be she - De'Ville had only heard her name once or twice, but she had been fascinated by the Dark Jedi woman. She looked at her, rumored to be as strong in the area of manipulation of the mind as De'Ville herself was weak. Their eyes met briefly.

Jeseth was battling his emotions, the pull of the Dark side was still strong to him. De'Ville spoke again to him. "Cloak, you can still return to TSO, and we will accept you back. But if you do not...you will be judged."

[gengar13]

Gengar had been standing a distance away watching all that had unfolded. Seeing the serpent like creature created excited him. Seeing such sith sorcery was a pleasure. He noticed the new sith that had come. A deadly beauty the woman had, she was powerful and Gengar coudl sense it. He decided to stop standing on the side lines and walked towards the others. Laughing to himself at the jedi that had repeatedly been beaten to the ground but got back up for more. Letting his trench coat fall to the ground on his way to the others he kept his eye on the cadet. If she still refused to stey out of where she did not belong then he would do the pleasure of keeping her out.

[videl1999]

*watches with interest but keeps silent for now*

[Jeseth Cloak]

Shimi felt a sudden rush as Jeseth dissapted the shadows around him.

"Fool. I cannot be controled by that which I am the master of."

Jeseth's dagger came to Shimi, sliting his throat, but there was no emotion behind the stab.

"There is no emotion; there is only peace."

He remembered Leeloo, imagining her orange hair as it caught the breeze while he flew with her. He loved her.

"There is no passion; There is serenity."

He turned to Nya, giving her a final look as everything blurred around them. Time stopped for them. She knew Jeseth was thinking... thinking... His eyes glinted with the sphere of energy within Anbira's clutches... He wouldn't... Couldn't do it.

Goodbye, Nya... Tell her I love her.

The sphere burst as it struck, Cadet cringing back. Jeseth stood before her, taking it's full impact. He knew that JB was with him, could give him strength... but not this much strength. He knew that, too. Cadet watched as the angel-looking being's body struck the floor, it's chest nearly hollowed out by the blast of energy. Jeseth had given his life to save her. His eyes streemed with tears of something he could only understand in the rift between life and death. He'd never get to tell them what he saw... or if he cried because he saw nothing at all.

JB felt a sudden surge as Jeseth's conciousness pentrated him for a moment. He knew that Jeseth could have clinged to his body, but he choose to let go. Thoughts quickly passed between them...

I hope I didn't fail you, my master... I wanted to be a true Jedi Knight.


In time, they would come to find that he had left behind a score of holocron recordings in case of his eventual death:

Aaron Grimm and Rane... The care takers of all that which I oversaw. Gaurd the books well, and the knowledge better.

Nya, Don't be a fool. Your heart is pure, keep it safe from others. Always.

Ebon and Aiyalin: Train eachother well. Like Rane and I once did... Do not follow our same paths of corruption. Chose your own.

Diktat Viscera, prosecute none for my death, though I am your citizen, and much like you, closer to brothers. I don't beleive more needs to be said... I have left further instructions for you in my study, Rane will give you access to them.

Darth Tholuem, Your training has served me well. If you are reading this, then it does mean I failed. Forgive me, my master...

Trace Sha, my saber is yours. Disorder... is yours. Wield it well, if you come to master it's secrets. Keep safe my love. Can you do this? I hope you can... If you kill her, do not be mistaken, I will manifest into your ungodly soul and torment you until you choose your own demise, and mine.

Jedi Cadet... you troublesome creature. Be sure I have left you something... Oh yes, and how I have...

Leeloo: My love. Was ever my heart so divided as when it was with you? I hope that I will by this time have choosen the right path as I promised you... You'll always be the keeper of the key to my soul. May you find peace and happiness without me, as you always claimed to have had with me.


It was written that the death of a winged Jedi would hail the coming of a final era of destruction. See to it that my brother perishes quickly if he already hasn't...

Jeseth never knew that he would be the winged Jedi. It was ironic, that even in death, he had misunderstood the true purpose behind it all. Perhaps that is why he had cried - but then again, only one person would know that.

[Lady DeVille]

As the blast hit, De'Ville closed her eyes. Her mental barrier, strenuously held, collapsed under invisible strains. She could see everything clearly through closed lids...

...Shimi falling backwards, his hand to his neck that spurted rich red blood through his fingertips... the serpent of darkness dissapating in the breeze... Jeseth Cloak's body collapsing on the ground, his chest replaced by a gaping hole...

...Cadet flinching as his blood sprayed on her face, red drops that stained her with guilt and freedom...

Jeseth's spirit left Naboo, left the universe, left them all behind as he entered a new plane. One worthy of him.

De'Ville fell to the ground.

[Firebird1]

*Lord Firebird steps out onto the field, after seeing what happened he can only watch as Jeseth's dead body falls to the ground. A look of anger crosses his face, and his eyes crackle with power of the Dark Side of the Force. This was a poor hand that was delt today for us*

[Delirion]

Pain rocked her on her feet, yet she did not see blood coming from her own throat. No, it was Shimi, her other brother, who was now reeling back, bleeding from the cut Jeseth had dealt him.

Jeseth...

Goodbye Nya, tell her I love her...

In that one brief instant, she knew what he intended to do, knew it only too well. How could she not know? Yet this was not what she had expected - when he left, he seemed so different. What had happened to him to make him change, to bring forth this?

Don't do this, Jeseth. Don't do this, my brother. You don't deserve to die. Not like this. Don't ---

She saw the sphere of energy burst, its blast hitting Jeseth, not the other Jedi as it was intended. Energy was everywhere, intense bright light, and power, and white noise. She could feel it, every bit of it.

As Jeseth could feel. Through the contact their minds had had, through the connection they had once felt, and that had still not died, she had, for a brief moment, seen his intention behind this act, behind this foolish, unnecessary death; she had seen deep inside the mind she had once before known, had once before been made a part of. Then the pain of the energy blast exploded inside him, and she fell to her knees, unable to breathe.

She didn't know what was happening around her as she lay on the ground, waves of bright searing pain washing through her, again and again. She felt Jeseth's mind retreat, evaporate slowly into nothing, his thoughts dying, and her heart and mind and soul, her entire body, cried out in pain.

This was too much. She couldn't bear it. She had to stop it, had to change it back, make it go away. Had to stop him, bring him back.

Another wave of the plasma burst breaking forth washed over her, and this time, she took strength from it, used it to drag her hurting body forward towards Jeseth lying on the ground. Then, with an agonizing, all-consuming, terrible wrench, something tore free inside her mind, was left empty and numb, dead.

She held out her hand, tried to touch him, only bare inches from his face, as she felt his last thoughts vanishing, his last spirit leaving. When she reached him, it was too late. She was holding an empty, broken body in her arms, nothing but the discarded shell of what Jeseth had been.

Then she cried, and her tears mingled with those that had stood in Jeseth's eyes as he had died.

[Cardinal Aiyalin]

**She had stood watching, watching the events unfold between her siblings. Jeseth, the one who had brought her into the Black Hand. Jeseth, the one who offered to train her. Jeseth, her brother and her friend, offered up his own life to save the pathetic Jedi's.

**She ran forward, stopping beside Rane. Cloak lay smoking on the ground, limp and imobile. Cardinal had always thought there were no more tears to be shed in her lifetime, but she was wrong. Tears, at first a single one and then a flood, shed down her cheeks. He had offered to be her teacher, to which she had gladly accepted. But he had abandoned her, abandoned her when she needed it the most.

You KNEW Jeseth. You knew I needed you now. You left me, CURSE YOUR SOUL, you left me !!! You knew what it would do to me, and yet you still did

**Her whole life she had been alone, doubted by everyone. Cloak had been the first person to see through her unseemly facade of ignorance and wantonness. Still she felt alone amongst her siblings, she always would -- they doubted her, thinking her to be a weakling. She had always thought that at least if Jeseth stayed a Jedi, there could be some way to lure him back... some way. Now even that way lay smoking on the ground, a emptiness where the heart used to lie inside the breast. She was truly alone now.

I curse your soul, Jeseth. You were never a friend. You lured me to the dark side for your own amusements -- to leave me with these siblings. But I will show them, I will show everyone.

**Her tears stopped. Time stopped. Everything stopped. Everyone's actions seemed to flow as if in slow motion. Nya ran towards Cloak's body, throwing herself to the ground beside him. Card could only watch with detached emotions -- if she gave in to her thoughts, her feelings, she would be swept away in a torment of pain and loss. A new resolve and strength flared up inside her. Jeseth was wrong, the light was not the way. It made you weak -- weak enough to destroy a life with so much potential, that had accomplished so much for an insignificant Jedi. The balance was needed.

**She walked up to Jeseth's inert body, and layed a hand upon one of his wing's, stroking the soft feathers. Her fallen master would teach her something in his death. He would teach her not to be weak enough to fall to the light side. Though he had not taught her anything in life, his death would serve as an example to her. A constant reminder of what a moment of foolish weakness could cost you.

**Inside she grieved, grieved as when she had lost her parents. He was misguided in the end, but she still loved him. They shared a bond through the Black Hand that only a few understood.

Goodbye Jeseth Cloak, my dark angel.

**With that she backed up, walking back beside Rane. She looked towards Nya and Jeseth, thinking, analyzing... pondering all that the day had brought.

[Darth Viscera]

Finally, Viscera received a reply from Jeseth, though it was not one he expected, rather, he wished to make combat with his close friend. Perplexed, Viscera set out immediately in his shuttlecraft, beginning the long journey halfway across the galaxy to Naboo.

Almost a full day later, the small craft exited hyperspace, and Viscera piloted it down to the surface, landing the shuttle some five hundred meters from the coordinates his friend had indicated.

What he saw horrified him. There, in the distance, lay Jeseth, either dead or horribly, horribly wounded. Viscera ran as quickly as his legs could take him, but to no avail. Running his fingers across the wound he had acquired nearly a week ago at the hands of Alpha, he thought back to the last time he had seen Jeseth. The memories which flooded in saddened him horribly. How could this have happened? It would not have been like Jeseth to contact him, instructing him to come view his tattered corpse. Obviously, his fellow dark-sider had been murdered. But by who?

All these thoughts overwhelmed Viscera, and he knelt down next to his fallen comrade, brushing his hair away from his forehead, and closing his eyelids, which had stared blankly into the sky. He sensed nothing from Jeseth. His body was present, yet his essence was not. Viscera sighed, knowing that he could not be restored by anything so simple as cloning.

Suddenly, the realization of what was occuring hit Viscera, almost as if it were a shockwave from an explosion which had taken place far, far away. His closest friend, the man that had been the closest thing to a brother that he had in this universe, was gone. He wanted to weep, but the tears simply would not come. Rather, he stared stoically off into the distance, overwhelmed by what was occuring.

Viscera struggled to remember something his friend had once said, pertaining to his species' burial rituals. He remembered how it was explained to him that the deceased was buried beneath the earth when they died. He also remembered thinking how odd a ritual that must be. Still, this was his final right, and Viscera removed an entrenching tool from his shuttle, and began digging a grave.

Something like one hour later, a large mound of earth had formed near the body of his friend. Viscera removed two coins from his pouch, and placed one atop each eyelid. He made certain it was enough of a fare, recalling Balmorran culture, then carefully lowered his friend into the grave.

Another hour went by, and the last of the earth had been replaced, forming a newer mound several feet above where Jeseth had been buried.

The wind blew softly against his dark cloak, carrying with it a soft sound, which sounded almost as if it emanated from a female. Climbing a nearby hill, Viscera looked down at the girl, who lay in a fetal position near the slope, weeping. He recognized this one, as she had meddled in affairs concerning him before. She was a Jedi.

Of course, Viscera thought to himself. How the Jedi had managed to slay his friend, he did not know. What mattered was he knew who was responsible. The death of his friend was the fault of a Jedi-obviously not this one, Viscera thought, looking down at the pitiful thing. Jeseth could have slain her with ease.

Viscera walked back to the mound where his friend lay.

"Rest well, my brother. I will kill the Jedi who did this to you, and then I will return," he spoke softly.

Returning to his shuttlecraft, Viscera made certain he was carrying his lightstaff on his person, and entered hyperspace for Yavin IV.

[Ebon Dir]

As the shuttle neared the ground, Ebon felt a gaping, empty hole open in his soul. Without even looking, he knew that the man who had been his teacher, the one who had, inexplicably, turned to the jedi, had died.

The shuttle touched down roughly, the doors hissed open, and Ebon stepped from the open portal, his emotions temporarily numbed. Slowly, with plodding steps, he approached the group in the distance.

[Emperor Shimi]

Even the blackest shadow bled the ground red. Shimi put a hand up to his neck, trying to stop the flow of crimson staining the ground beneath him. Using the force, he began to slow his metabolism, keeping the gush of blood to a minimum, until he could get help. He tried to speak, but it came in a gurgle.

Damn you Jeseth! You were worthless to me!

[Darth Rane]

Growling, Rane turned away in disgust and began walking back to his ship, the Rane's Hawk. Rage was emanating from him so fluidly that even one without the ability to touch the Force could see it. It ran off of him in waves, coalescing in the air and shimmering, like some great heat. His eyes were glowing an unearthly hue, flickering in time to the thunder of his footsteps.

"Stupid... stupid fool. You'll find that it is not so easy to escape my wrath, oh yes. Your suffering has only just begun."

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Once again, it had happened. Anbira had lost control of the situation, and somebody died who did not need to. Jeseth could have been turned. He could have seen the error of his ways. Instead, he foolheartedly dashed himself upon the brunt of Anbira's attack, saving the Jedi wench from annihilation.

Anbira stared at his murdering hands. They had done it again. He could not control himself. First Sorsha, and now Jeseth. He could not keep them alive. And why? What terrible curse caused Anbira to destroy all that he touched?

Slowly, Anbira fell to his knees, the anger and frustration overwhelming him. His fists clenched so tightly his fingernails cut into the flesh of his palm, causing crimson to ooze between his fingers. He smashed his fists into the earth, breaking the sun-baked soil into clods. Looking up through the dust, Anbira spotted the Jedi: Cadet. Damn her, it was all her fault. She had no business being here, and it would only bring about death if she stayed. Anbira warned her, and how ironic how his warning had come to pass. Not in Cadet's death, but in Jeseth's.

Anbira spat. That damnable girl. Jeseth was worth 100 Cadets. For nothing short of lessening the burn, she would bleed the ground red for her utter stupidity. Slowly, Anbira stood, staring across the battleground. ::

I am going to kill you for this, Cadet.

[gengar13]

Gengar who had been walking towards the party stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Jeseth run right infront of the attack. Watching his body fall to the ground Gengar's mouth dropped open. He could sense that he was dead. Afriend he knew was now gone forever.

*You damn fool. Why did you do it, why did you sacrfice you life...for a jedi. You bastard*

He looked up at the now limp body of Jeseth and stood up. He eyed the jedi that was still there. It was her fault his frine died. Gengar saw Anbira also looking at the jedi. Gengar turned around and started walking back to his ship. He used the force to speak to Anbira.

*Make sure she has a slow painful death friend. Make her feel utter pain*

Gengar continued back to his ship now filled with a new hate towards the jedi. They would all pay for this...every one of them.

[Darth Viscera]

OOC~ I should probably point out, to avoid confusion, that my post takes place a few hours in the future.

[Jedi Cadet]

::Cadet stares at them for a moment. She looks at Jeseth's tangled and bloody body. She turns and runs from the clearing, not careing where she is going or who will find her. She just keeps runing, trying to get as far away as posable.::

[Lady Vader]

*LV came over the ridge of a hill, her ship just having landed a few kilometers away... what she saw was a battle slowly dieing, a mix of Jedi and Sith on the field... she recognized them all, with only a few faces she'd seen in passing... but what caught her imediate attention was the life-force of a Sith, one she knew well, leaving the planet and sailing free into the vast unknown*

*her eyes went wide as she saw who it was, his body collapsed on the ground, blood flowing from his neck, that had just released his spirit into that life which comes after death*

*she stood there unmoving, lowering her head slightly, then raising it to the heavens... she spoke via the Force to the spirit ascending*

LV: Jeseth... I will not say farewell... but I will say this: until we meet again, my friend... may your journey be peaceful...

*she closed her eyes and let her head come back to angle at the field where the others still stood... opening her eyes, she began walking towards the others*

[Evil Hobgoblin]

The Hobgoblin had known this would happen. Of all his brethren, he alone knew.

Of course, knowledge was easy to pass off as clairvoyance after the fact, but Hob was as clairvoyant as an untrained Jedi could be. All his life, he had tried to wring understanding from the galaxy, to understand why he had been given the body he had been given- one cursed with smallness and weakness. Hob had always searched the future for the great purpose it held for him to perform, the purpose that would require a body such as imbued with the skills and powers he had.

His talents had never revealed this great purpose, but still Hob searched. And he had come to understand something about the future, and about people's lives, and about the critical moment in each that predetermined their death.

It had been a matter of time before Deception's nature had fooled even himself, and now the Black Hand was less than what it could have been.

Was his purpose now to prevent such a death from happening in the future?

Hob gazed at Darth Rane storming off. He eyed the other and thought, then ambled after him. ~ Rane! Can ye give old Hob a lift home?~

[Lady DeVille]

De'Ville trembled on the soil of Naboo, the tall prairie grass nearly hiding her body. Pain... She could feel the exchange between Delirion and Cloak's departing spirit. The Dark Jedi woman was in intense pain, and De'Ville could not help but pick up on it. The powers of the mind that she had she could not control, and so always kept them tightly reined in at all times.

The shock of Jeseth's passing had shaken her control loose. She whimpered and pressed her hands to her forehead as she lay in the grass.

[Delirion]

"Nya?"

Another voice she knew. Yet she could not remember to whom it belonged. Everything seemed insubstantial, unsure, uncertain now. She was clinging to Jeseth's cold and bloodied body, holding it close, as if some of her life could bleed over into his body and re-awaken him.

"Nya?"

Pain she had felt, had experienced this death first hand, connected to his thoughts as they had always been. She wished she had died there with him, if she had not been able to save him, save his life as he had done for her so many times. Memories of the times they had shared, memories of his attempts to save her from exacting Adalric's revenge upon herself, as he had again and again stopped her from taking her own life... and now she had been unable to keep him from his own doom.

"Nya? Jeseth?"

Delirion looked up, looked at the child before her with unseeing eyes. The child... Jeseth...

Slowly, her thoughts returned to the present, her eyes focusing on the girl. She remembered leaving her on Vjun, couldn't remember taking her along. How did she get here?

She sighed. As usual, the girl must have come after her, hidden on the ship when she herself was too concerned about her brother's fate to notice anything else. She would have to take better care in the future - this was nothing she had wanted the child to see. Yet she had done so before in the past, but the child seemed to have a knack for finding a way to be everywhere she went herself, no matter what she tried. It was... disturbing.

What should she do? The child had to be taken away, yet she did not want to leave her brother behind like this. What was she supposed to do with his body?

"Nya? What is wrong with Jeseth?"

There was nothing she could do. Others would come to claim his broken body - others whose claim on him was greater than her own. She would have to leave her dead brother here, and take the child away.

She gently placed him back onto the ground. The pain in her body was almost gone now, yet still the emptiness in her mind where he had once been, stayed... would forever stay.

Wearily, she stood up, and took the child's hand, then looked down on her brother's body. He had wanted her to give a message to the one he loved, and she would keep her promise, even if it hurt her to have to meet with this person again. This was what she would do now, what she would need to do.

With one last look back, she turned, and slowly made her way back to her ship with the child holding on to her hand. But the child stopped, and Delirion looked down into the girl's innocent eyes.

"Why are we leaving Jeseth?"

What could she say to make her understand? This was not what she wished to talk about now, yet the child needed an explanation.

He has left us, Jani. He has gone to a place we can't follow, and there are others who will look after him.

The girl looked back, and her small mind took in the scene they had left, then nodded gravely. Slipping her hand out of Delirion's, she looked up at her.

"He will be happier there?"

Delirion nodded, slowly. He had turned to death when life had grown unbearable - she hoped that wherever he had gone now, he had found happiness.

The girl accepted this gravely after a few moments' thought. Then she slipped her little hand into Delirion's again, and slowly led her away.

[Dalethria Mal Pannis]

Dalethria was outside Delirion's blastboat, making sure that the repulsorlifts were in perfect working order. The overwhelming sense of urgency to come here caught her by surprise. Delirion wasn't in any condition to pilot her ship being so worried about her brother, Jeseth. Dalethria offered to take her here to Jeseth for it was the least that she could do for one that gave her back so much.

Walking around the front of the ship, a small figure darted past the corner of her eye. She quickly looked in that direction and saw a small girl running across the field, heading towards the gathered group in the distance. How in the hell could there a girl on board the ship and not notice it? Damn mental shield that she keeps up lately was probably the case. With the recent loss of control, her ability to block out others thoughts was impaired at the time. Now she was overdoing it and her ability to sense others was the problem now. All because she was paranoid.

No matter, she was going to figure out who this girl was and stop this child from entering a volatile situation.

She gave chase.

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The child had a good head start to begin with and even Dalethria's own enhanced speed couldn't reach her in time before she entered the forest. She easily lost her form, but now she was actively looking for her presence. It led her to the edge of the clearing and as the scene unfolded, Dalethria stopped. Sith, Dark Jedi and Jedi alike were scattered around the area. Most probably knew of her location already but she used the trees and shadows for cover. All she wanted to do was find that brat and perhaps see how her new brothers and sisters fared. It wasn't good. Sadness was blanketed over the area and tempers were hot. What could bring about this?

No …

The one that had turned from the Dark Jedi, the one that they came to bring back home, was dead. Poor Delirion wept over her brother's body in grief and the power of her emotion touched Dalethria. Her mind swam in sorrow and the lump in her throat grew. Her and Jeseth never really had a chance to interact or talk, but she respected him deeply. Their fight ended in both of them almost killing each other and gave the then Sith new eyes to his abilities and tenacity.

No words but shame could come to mind for not having the chance to know him better.

The scene grew as another came to look upon Jeseth. It was the child. She was speaking to Delirion and this seemed private from what little she could overhear.

She slipped back into the forest without a sound and returned to the ship, waiting for them to return.


Dalethria waited in the pilot's seat, feet on the console, lost in thought about what she just saw. The door to the blastboat opened and glancing down at the chronometer, fifteen minutes had gone by. Turning around, she watched Delirion and the child enter. Dalethria had no idea what to say, but watched with concern for her friend.

[Leeloo Mina]

Leeloo sat in her room at the GJO living Quarters..Jeseth had left. No one knew where or why. She was a bit worried about him, but she was sure he whould be okay. She had searched through his room looking for something that whould give her a clue.


But, no luck.She sighed. When had he left? Did he go to join TBH--again? He had turned Jedi for her. But, in the end it was his choice what he did with his life. She had no intention of making him do what she wanted. She was in the bar.


About half-way through a day on the planet ____. Noon. Leeloo was eating some stew thinking about the missing Jeseth. Then all of a sudden- Jeseth was gone. He was dead? Ho- what? How did-She wondered if the other jedi had felt it.. maybe it-- no he was gone.

His presence erased from the universe. She looked across the table to Fire and Kaine. Neither of them seemed to know.. maybe they did but-- they weren't as close to Jeseth as she had been.

A single tear fell from her eye and slapered on the table leaving a small drop of water. The table had gotten quiet. Once Leeloo had heard that when everyone at a table got quiet; an angel was passing ove--Jeseth.

Jeseth was an angel. No only in mind and spirt but also in body. His wings.. their soft feathers-- She instaly bust into tears as soon as she remembered his smile. Fire and Kaine looked up Kaine spoke first


Kaine: "Leeloo! Whats wrong??"

Fire, the red-headed jedi knight looked at her wide eyed and wondering why she was crying thyen she spoke


Fire:"Leeloo..? Are you ok..?"

Oh god. She had just started crying right here in front of her friends.. no. she had to stop she couldnt--she couldnt cry. If she didnt tell them, they would know she was lying..

"It's Jeseth. He's dead."

She spoke as steady as she could. Both Kaine and Fire looked at her. Leeloo picked up her drink and quickly ran out of the bar.

She couldnt face them, not when she was like this; Oh god he was realy dead.. wasnt he? Mayb-- no. He was. She was sure of it. Oh god oh god oh god he mind kept racing. She ran into her room. (http://pub56.ezboard.com/fgjofrm6.showMessage?topicID=10.topic)She swore to herself she whould NEVER leave this room again.

[Trace Sha]

:: The disturbance he had felt many days ago had prompted him to leave TSE and come in search of its source. He had a sort of kinship with the one known as Jeseth Cloak, and had been somewhat disconnected from that as of late, being busy with personal business on his home planet of Ord Mantell. He had not heard that Jeseth had become a Jedi and thought nothing of it as he approached the place where he had sensed the turmoil and disruption in the Force from several days back. It was a long shuttle flight getting here, and it seemed that whatever had happened was through.

Once he stepped foot on the ground of Naboo, the disturbance rang in his mind again, this time bringing a message.

”Trace Sha, my saber is yours. Disorder... is yours. Wield it well, if you come to master it's secrets. Keep safe my love. Can you do this? I hope you can... If you kill her, do not be mistaken, I will manifest into your ungodly soul and torment you until you choose your own demise, and mine.”

He remembered a previous occasion when Jeseth had asked him if he would be the bearer of this weapon once before and Trace had reluctantly agreed, unsure at that time to what the Dark Jedi was referring to, but now it was clearer, Jeseth knew that his time would soon come and that feeling swept through the pale Sith Knight, the feeling of a loss of a great comrade at arms and even a great enemy at one time. Now that he message was delivered, he retrieved the weapon and removed his own from his belt, clipping disorder in its place.

He pledged to himself that Jeseth’s message through the force would be headed and that this weapon would remain his and only be lost at the time of his own departure from this thing known as life.

With his own saber still in his hand, he ignited the blue blade and plunged it into the ground below, allowing the weapon’s cutting nature to bury it within the soil. It would be a fitting place for the weapon Trace built with his own hands, but with parts provided by the one man in this Universe that he still called friend.

Standing silently as the winds whipped his leather coat around, he solemnly turned and made his way back to the shuttle which had brought him, awaiting the day when he would test his skill with the weapon bestowed by his friend. ::