Awakenings From Within (Darth Ogre)

[Jace Darklighter]

:: The Jedi Padawan cast a glance at his surroundings, his forehead creasing as he studied the layout of the area. His cloak rippled in the wind as he held a stationary stance. Jace's eyes flickered back and forth while gusts of wind created small whirlwinds of sand, penetrating his eyes to cause a constant nuisance. He tugged the brim of his hood downward, a futile effort to relieve the uncomfortable circumstance.

The high prairie lands of the planet, Morvogodine, seemed a perfect setting. Despite the current weather, his belief remained solid and undeniable in his difficult task. Difficult seemed an understatement. The Jedi had taken a big chance in what he was about to do. The risk involved could very well be his life, yet he seemed determined to at least try. ::

No. Don't let your doubts get the better of you, Jace. Remember a great Jedi Master's words. Do or do not; there is no try, he advised himself.

:: He cupped his palms and overshadowed them over his eyes, looking skyward in hopes of seeing a flying craft. However, so far there had been none.

The doubts followed once again. Had he picked the right setting? Morvogodine's landscape was a summersault of prairie lands and scalding hot deserts, all mixed in one. The combination of the two caused odd weather formations. He dug his heels into the soil and sand, unyielding to the wind's enticing of defeat.

Relinquishing a small data pad from his belt, he examined the information on it. He had sent the original contents of it to the Sith Empire - a certain Sith Master in particular. Jace's eyes narrowed as he read the contents to himself, pausing after each sentence. The bold red letters was easily visible, despite the wind and rubble. ::

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Darth Ogre:

Meet me at the Calaron system, on the distant planet of Morvogodine. I must speak with you.

Jace Darklighter, Jedi Padawan

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Would he take me seriously? I am, after all, just a Padawan. Watch yourself, Jace. You're treading on dangerous ground. This is Darth Ogre, feared and powerful Sith Master, he admonished himself.

:: The Jedi sighed. His hair blew astray as he pondered the possible outcome. Perhaps it was foolish on his part to relay information of his whereabouts to the whole Sith Empire, but he had to take the chance. Jace Darklighter shut his eyes, concentrating on the teachings that he had been taught. It was vital that he remembered them, more so now then ever. He knew the Force and he was ready. Now was not the time to turn coward and run. Time stretched forth, as he awaited the mighty Sith Master's arrival. ::

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

Sitting in his room at the headquarters of the Sith Empire, keying through various field reports and data files, Ogre’s brow raises as an unusual transmission comes through and flashes across his screen. His head tilts to the side as he is puzzled by the words he reads. The first thought to go through his mind after he finishes readiing the message is..

”Another Padawan calling me out.” his head shakes from side to side.”When will they learn that attempting to stand up to those with abilities beyond their comprehension, is pointless, futile, and can lead to nothing but their own destruction. Like all the rest, he has no chance to win, and a very slim one of even surviving, if I do step foot on this place and face him. I wonder though, perhaps it is a trap, or perhaps he wishes to discuss terms of some kind of surrender, knowing that his battle against those of the Darkside is an endless fight.”

He rises from his chair and gathers his weapons from the case he stores them in within his and Dale’s room at HQ. Once prepared, he exits the room and makes his way to the area where the personal craft of the members of the Empire are stored. R27 waits at the entrance of the Dauntless as Ogre walks up the ramp, moving out of the way as the Sith Master steps inside. Ogre’s ship leaves Monto Curdo and blinks into hyperspace, bound for the world of Morvogodine.

Arriving and running a scan of the conditions of the planet as well as one for any signs of a trap, Ogre sets course for the place he senses the presence of the Jedi Padawan. The modified YT-2400 lands and the boarding ramp lowers. The Dark clad Sith Master steps down the ramp, his cloak billowing in the wind that seemed to increase as he stepped foot on the surface.

Lifting his head, he looked into the eyes of the seemingly apprehensive Padawan, and spoke to him through the Force. The intrusive power of the communication causing the Padawan a throbbing headache.

”I am here, what is it you wished to speak to me about? Do not waste my time Jedi, for my temper is quick and my claw strong, I will not hesitate to end your pathetic existence if I am so inclined.”

[Jace Darklighter]

The overbearing figure of Ogre Mal Pannis was intimidating, despite the courage which the Jedi Padawan called from within. Jace resisted the urge to cover his ears, for the Sith Master's words demanded a frightening respect. Each syllable Ogre spoke seemed to cause an echo effect in the Corellian's head. The Jedi sneered, knowing that his imperfections in the Force were already clearly visible through his lack of control. He was already allowing the enemy to overpower him, no matter how hard he tried.

Searching for words, he tried to speak. That, too, failed him. His mouth felt dry and his saliva was thick, catching in his throat. His emerald eyes cast a quick scan, assessing the possibilities of perhaps defeating the Sith Master. That scan ceased all hope, which the Jedi had. Ogre's slightly protruding jaw gave him a corrupt look, his tusks glistened in the sun's light, revealing its deadly sharp tips. No doubt those tusks could tear through human flesh as if it were butter. The armory, which he carried, was lethal. Yes, he was fully aware he wouldn't last long against this villain.

His hair tossed about, a gentle reminder of the harsh environment that he chose. No civilization of any kind was nearby. No innocent lives could be harmed. If the Sith Master did, indeed, decide to lash out his wrath, then at least it would just merely be his life instead of a hundred others. Jace's cloak tugged at his neck while it rippled in the wind as it cast a faint whisper through the cloak's shuddering.

With one final thought, he pulled himself together. The Sith Master was most likely expecting an attack of some sort. Perhaps this was the time to throw him off. To reveal exactly why the Padawan had called him here. The Jedi's eyes fluttered half-closed as he touched the essence of the Force. All his feelings of light, serenity, and true happiness collect in one single thought. He projected his feelings and thoughts to the Sith Master, trying desperatly to convey the truth which he was about to express. He spoke to his mind, in return.

"I have asked you to come, Ogre Mal Pannis, in hopes of helping you to see the light. To, despite of the darkness, which you feel, come to terms with you and ask you to join us as a protector and defender of peace and justice. Your wife, Dalethria, once walked the path of the Jedi. You, to, can do the same. You, Darth Ogre, can walk a path filled with peace and tranquility. Your anger has only brought you misery in the end. If you allow yourself to indulge in the full Force you can receive its true and trustworthy power. Do you have the courage to end your destructive reign and provide yourself as an example to others?

I beg you, please don't destroy yourself....."

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

The winds gusted across the surface of the planet and increased in their fervor as the seven foot Sith Master assessed the Padawan standing before him. This human was frail and small, and his presence in the Force seemed just as frail as his physical stature. The reluctance and uncertainty of what he was about to do was evident within his features and within the aura of Force that he held.

Ogre became annoyed that he did not receive an immediate response, it seemed the Jedi’s reluctance and maybe even fear were holding him back from what he had called him here for. The green Sith’s lips curled into a snarl and his eyes narrowed, his blood beginning to pound within his veins as he seethed with rage, awaiting the response.

Then he sensed it. He could feel the Jedi calling on the aid of the Lightside of the force and it made his fury even greater, as he half expected some type of attack. His hand went instinctively to his saber, pushing his cloak aside, his two massive fingers and thumb wrapping around the hilt of the weapon, the tips of his claws scraping against the cloth of his pant leg.

The mental voice of this Padawan entered his mind and it almost made his stomach turn as the Lightside ebbing from it disgusted him. The words and thoughts the Jedi projected quickly dispelled that feeling and brought a wicked smile to Ogre’s features. This Padawan was obviously not as well informed as he seemed to think he was.

After receiving all that the Jedi projected to him, Ogre quickly responded, no hesitation, and no thought behind his reply, as it was all factual knowledge to him, as he was quite sure of himself and his feelings about this idiotic attempt at trying to get one of the leaders of the most powerful group of Sith to turn from that which he loved. He loved his lust for destruction, he loved his thirst for blood, he loved to cause pain and suffering. Nothing this young Jedi could say or do would ever change that.

The mental communication was even more forceful and overpowering than it had been the first time. It resounded in the Jedi’s mind carrying with it the power and conviction behind that which it conveyed. ”HaHaHaHaHaHaHa. You attempt to understand and know things which you obviously have no concept of young one. You say you want me to see the light and become a protector of peace and justice? You are quite delusional. Then you follow that with a misunderstanding, saying that my Wife walked the path of the light. How naïve are you? That was not my wife, it was the one known as Navaria, a completely different individual than my deadly Gem. Dalethria was not involved in that fiasco, for she was subdued by majiks beyond your understanding. The thing I find most deplorable and untruthful in your statements to me is the fact that you say my anger has brought me misery. That could not be any further from the truth, my anger has brought me the power and the satisfaction in my life that I could never obtain from peace and tranquility. Would you like to see that anger in action? It is a glorious and beautiful thing, bringing about destruction.”

Just as the last word finished echoing in the Jedi’s mind, Ogre had his saber in his hand, removed from its place on his leg. A single red blade spurted up and cast its crimson glow upon the green, filled with a twisted pleasure, face of the Sith Master. His nine inch tusks turning from white to red as they reflected the color.

In the blink of an eye, the towering Sith was upon the Jedi, saber in one hand, bare and deadly talons swinging from their position low and close to his body, across in a diagonal swipe, shredding the front of the Jedi’s robe. and drawing two deep gashes across his chest. The slash was followed by a Force push that sent the Padawan flying backwards taken off his feet. As he looked up at the Sith Master he witnessed his dripping with blood claws being drawn across his mouth. Ogre was tasting this Padawan’s blood and smiling while doing so.

“Ready to die for wasting my time Jedi?”

[Jace Darklighter]

Gravel and dirt flew awry as Jace hit the ground, tossing and turning till he finally rolled to a stop. His chest heaved up and down in a steady motion as he gasped for breath. The attack had come quickly and due to a failure on his part, Ogre had completely taken him by surprise. Lifting his bruised hand, he ran them across his bloody wounds. He could feel his tunic now torn to reveal two large filthy gashes across his chest. Pulling his hand upward, he could see clearly that it was dripping with his own blood. He scrambled to his knees, gazing off into the distance. The Sith Master, Ogre Mal Pannis, was now walking steadily towards him.

A rumbling crackle was heard from the sky, as dark clouds rushed onward to cover and engulf the light which the sun emitted. Rain followed, pouring down on the two combatants.

The Jedi removed his cloak, tossing it aside. His sedate expression soured to a rigid frown. Moving his hand to his lightsaber, he removed it from his belt with a flick of his wrist. He pressed his thumb gently against the ignition button, exposing the blade to its full length. A golden yellow tint cast a bright light against his pale skin.

Jace Darklighter, Jedi Padawan, would not run from his fight. The darkness, which inhabited Ogre's soul, seemed resolute and firm in its foundation. The Sith Master's last question helped the young Padawan come to his conclusion. As a protector of peace and justice, he had an obligation to stand up against all evil; in all its forms. A Jedi knows no fear. Jace recalled the Jedi code instantly to his mind. There is no death; there is the Force. In his endeavors to become a true Jedi, he would show this Sith Master his devotion to the light.

"I do not fear death, Ogre."

Jace limped forward, holding his lightsaber firm and unwavering in an outright vertical position. His eyes focused and his mind stretched deep within the life-force around him. Rain dribbled down his face and chin. His free hand was held tight against his wounds in an effort to stop the bleeding. The Jedi could see Ogre's distinct tusks standing out from his shadowed face. Calling upon all his energies, Jace charged forward, arching his lightsaber high in an extended swipe to the Sith Master's face. Ogre was ready, stepping to the side to avoid the oncoming collision. The Padawan spun sharply on his heel; falling to his knees and slashing his blade horizontally at Ogre's feet.

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

The sudden worsening of the weather conditions was no act of nature. It was evident within the Force that the Padawan was in touch with, he could feel the evil laced within the cracking thunder, as lightening bolts crashed all around, sizzling the very air around with the contained power they carried. As Ogre approached he looked as though he was amused by the situation he had come to put himself in, coming to this place at this man’s request.

His anger and annoyance was still evident to Jace, as he sidestepped the overhead lightsaber strike, and their eyes meet each other’s briefly. Jace turned and fell, swinging his saber at Ogre’s legs, and found all he struck was an empty cloak whisping down through the air, without a host. It ignited on the plasma weapon and burst into a short lived flame, doused quickly by the steadily increasing rain, and the powerful winds howling around.

Suddenly on the defensive and struggling to get back to his feet, Jace was blinded and deafened as a tremendous arc of lightening from the dark foreboding clouds above, struck the ground just in front of him. Its power sending surges of Darkside energies pulsing through his body, and the wave of the impact knocking him backwards once again, his lightsaber dropping to the ground, de-igniting as he lost hold of it.

Ogre blinked back into sight, slowing his swift movement, which had been aided by his anger and feed with the power of the Force. His saber sprung back to life in his hand and came crashing down on the Padawan's saber hilt as it lay on the ground, splitting it into two pieces.

Ogre spoke to the Jedi via the Force, as he continued to reel from the energy and toss of the lighteneing, ”You may not fear death Jedi, but you will become very well acquainted with the pain I shall make you endure before it comes.”

[Jace Darklighter]

Darkness surrounded the Padawan - An inevitable event for his vain efforts to try and aid the Sith Master in finding redemption. His eyes flickered open as he stared into the black void of the empty sky. Bolts of lightening broke free into desolate areas. A spray of fire emanated across the prairie lands as bolts of pure energy struck impulsively.

Jace Darklighter scrambled to his knees, gasping for breath. Small coils of smoke flowed freely from his form. Raindrops continued to pour down on the two figures. A pile of metal and small debris lay disassembled in the short distance. The Padawan's eyes narrowed, calling upon what little strength he had left to enhance his line of sight to view the havoc in clearer perception. Jace gasped suddenly upon noticing his weapon. It was now useless, smashed into two separate pieces. His only line of defense was gone. With no lightsaber to absorb such energy as the lightening bolts, he was as good as dead. All hope was gone.

His eyes moved carefully across the landscape; from his destroyed lightsaber, to the evil and sinister figure of Darth Ogre. The Sith Master was incredibly fast. His moves had been flawless and his agility was stunning. Jace's eyes narrowed.

I have to get out of here. He is going to utterly destroy me if I stay.

A quizzical look crossed the Jedi's expression. Ogre was smiling slightly.

Is he reading my thoughts?

The Padawan shook his head from side to side to clear his confusion. Ogre was waiting for him to make a move. The Sith Master was confident. He had a right to be. A mere Padawan cannot match his skill.

Allowing his thoughts to stretch forth, he concentrated. The Force flowed naturally through him. Focusing on a small rock, he thrusted it upward, aiming it straight at Ogre's head. The Sith Master reacted. His right claw rocketed upward, catching the rock with his extended hand. Jace smiled. That was all he needed - a distraction.

He leaped forward, slamming his right fist into Ogre's stomach. The Sith Master hunched forward as Jace flipped backward, knocking the heel of his boot into Ogre's face. The Jedi's hands rushed downward, gripping the ground in a steady motion, holding himself upright and folding to display a perfect flip. The Corellian instantly snapped his attention back to Ogre's form, only to meet a direct hit in the face by Ogre's fist. Jace began to collapse, but Ogre shoot his hand outward to grasp the Jedi by the neck, lifting him up off the ground to gaze at him in anger from the same height.

The Padawan struggled in his grasp, trying desperately to breathe. His grasp was firm and unbending to Jace's unless attempts to free himself. With one last effort, Jace kicked his left leg into Ogre's side, pushing himself away from the formidable opponent.

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

His hair was now soaked with water from the rain, its light color dampened by the moisture as it stuck to his neck and back. His green skin glistened with the flashes of the lightening surging around them. Ogre’s breathing was relaxed and his reactions and actions against the Jedi seemed almost effortless as he shrugged off every blow that Jace delivered, his strength and determination far beyond that of a mere Padawan.

He had spied the Jedi looking over at the pile of metal and debris that lay a short distance away and his cold angry expression began to twist into one of an almost demented pleasure. Jace saw this as he was scrambling back to his feet after barely getting out of Ogre steel like grip. As the courageous Jedi stood he could see Ogre’s body beginning to glow and pulse with the electrical energy of force lightening.

The drops of rain that fell on Ogre crackled with electricity and never found their way to meet his skin. A rumbling sound could be heard a short distance away, as the metal debris lifted from the ground and congealed into one solid mass of miscellaneous alloys and steel, forming what looked to be a huge and awkward looking sphere with shards butting out from various points on its surface.

The sky flashed blue and the ground shook as another huge blot of lightening erupted from the clouds and struck the mass of debris. Jace turned momentarily to witness the source of the noise and the path of the bolt of lightening which had almost deafened him with its volume. As he looked, he was lifted from his feet and hurled at the mass via a strong force push.

While he was headed in its direction, Ogre lifted his hands and let loose the Force lightening which had been building within him striking the mass of steel, keeping it charged with dark electricity as the Padawan speed towards one of the jutting out steel pieces, poised to penetrate his chest and send the energies flowing through it coursing through the wound.

[Jace Darklighter]

A horrendous cry of anguish and pain yelped from the Padawan as the spiked ball of mass dug through his chest and plunged outward from his back. Jolts of lightening leapt through his body, intertwining against each other. His blood felt as if it were on fire, an unforgiving anguish for his pitiful display of combat. The bearings around him became ambiguous while his sense of awareness gave way. Ogre's stationary stance crumbled from his view as waves of electricity smeared any light he tried to conceive.

At last, the suffering had stopped, yet the dark energy continued to pour out on his fragile form. Clarity of feeling was lost. His shirt ripped into a ragged piece of clothing from the assailment as it continued to threaten his survival.

Darth Ogre lowered his hand, allowing Jace Darklighter, Jedi Padawan, to fall to his knees. Blood streamed from the Jedi's mouth as if left an undeniable burning sensation. His head lowered as blackness engulfed him. With no strength left to survive, he dropped to the ground, sprawled out and completely powerless.

Jace's chest rose up and down, gently in small upheavals. His life hung in the balance, yet he was barely alive.

The Sith Master had spoken of pain. Jace had felt it to its greatest degree.

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

The intensity of the raging storm began to wane and the darkness of the clouds above crept away, as Ogre’s seemingly limitless rage appeared almost spent, his angry gaze replaced by one of near satisfaction. The mass of amalgamated metal crashed to the ground next to the prone yet still living body of the Padawan as Ogre released his hold on it and began to approach, one hand moving to his back to remove his axe from its place.

He hefted the huge blade over his head, resting the handle on his shoulder, his face casting a green hued reflection on the polished steel blade. Ogre looked down at Jace with disgust and spoke to him via the Force, not really expecting a reply, but he felt he must mock the young Jedi’s efforts and torment him further before ending his life.

”Well acquainted with pain now aren’t you? Do you see now how futile following your path is against one such as me? I strive to shed blood and slaughter those that oppose me, now you know this fact first hand.” He paused briefly and an evil smile grew on his lips. ” Are you ready to ask for death, so that your body can be released from the torment and anguish I have brought upon it?”

[Jedi Muuurgh]

The Togorian, Muuurgh - grandson to Muuurgh and Mrrov - growled under his breath as he lay concealed by the underbrush and long prairie grass. His life long friend, Jace Darklighter, had promised him that he would be able to handle the Sith Master, Ogre Mal Pannis. Muuurgh had known better, yet his friend seemed resolute to convert Ogre to the light side.

So much for that idea, Jace. Look at you now, the Togorian thought. His claws clung to his two knives, each in a separate hand. His yellow fur ruffled in the caressing wind as the clouds overhead postponed and the rain stopped. Just moments ago, the Sith Master had shown his true power as a raging storm passed by. Now his friend was dormant while Ogre had heaved his axe upward, yet had not struck.

Silence exchanged between the two. Muuurgh suspected something was going on. He had never been one to ever use the Force in his life but something clearly had ensued here between the two. Yes, he believed in the Force but he wanted nothing to do with it.

The natural hunter sheathed his knives after a quick cogitation of their distance. The Togorian lowered his jaw, allowing his fangs to show. A claw removed his blaster from its holster in a steady fashion. He stood from the tall thicket and pointed the weapon at Ogre's back. After a few short heartbeats, he fired.

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

Awaiting a response from Jace, rather impatiently, Ogre began to lift his axe from his shoulder, raising the huge blade up over his head before starting his downward swing. Halfway through the motion, as Ogre swung for the Padawan’s neck, he felt a twinge in his mind, a twinge indicating the presence of someone who meant him harm and actually acting on that intent.

It was too late for Ogre to react. He was struck in the back by the blaster bolt in mid swing and knocked forward. The blade of his axe missed its mark and the edge of it sunk into the ground about a half a meter from where Jace lay prone.

Ogre stumbled forward, reaching around to his back as he almost fell on top of Jace’s motionless body. Crouched low he spun around drawing a crystal dagger from its sheath on his back and faced the aggressor, who had the audacity and stupidity to attack a Master of the Dark side of the Force. “You dare attempt to protect this fool.” Now back in a fully upright position, Ogre kicks at Jace’s body just as he finishes his last word.

[Jace Darklighter]

Jace Darklighter grunted in pain as he felt the excursion of Ogre's foot ram into his ribs, an impact, which caused a few more broken bones. The Jedi was at a point of total confusion. Disorientation led him to conclude he was dead, yet some brief glimpses of pain and light caused him to believe otherwise.

He lay in his own blood. To move meant searing pain and undeniable torture. The Corelllian was vulnerable - Ogre knew it and so did he. Trying to make sense of things caused his head to hurt. He waited for the inevitable - his destruction.

[Jedi Muuurgh]

Muurgh snarled under his breath at seeing his life long friend in pain. His claw squeezed the trigger of the blaster tighter, but not enough to impel the laser fire. His distaste for the Sith Master was visible as he approached him. The Togorian pointed the weapon at Ogre's heart.

"Move away from him and I may spare you. No tricks now. Back off and you won't be harmed."

He continued to advance Ogre with caution, his eyes never leaving him.

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

Noticing the signs of life still in the Padawn at his feet, Ogre paid it little mind as he laughed mockingly at the furry creature approaching him with a blaster. “Do you really think your toy will stop me? Did you not see how little effect your first blast had?” As Ogre speaks his eyes begin to glow bright blue, energies within him beginning to build once again as this upstart was annoying him profusely.

The approaching being suddenly felt something tightening around the sides of his hand. He tried to squeeze the trigger on the blaster, but found that as hard as he tried, there was no result. His eyes grew large in surprise as the barrel of the blaster began to bend, ruined by the Sith Master’s control over the Force as he twisted the weapon with his might over the Darkside of the Force.

“You shall die first, upstart!” Ogre growled as he stood next to Jace, his knees slightly bent, and his arms out at his sides, his dagger still within his right hand.

[Jedi Muuurgh]

A defiant roar filled the dry air. Muuurgh threw his weapon to the ground, a small dirt cloud rising once the blaster slid awkwardly to a halt. The Togorian fell into a blinding rage. A claw dipped downward to a single knife, removing it graciously, snapping the tip forward so that it faced Ogre's general vicinity. He hunched low to the ground, his feet digging into the dry soil as he prepared a lunge at the Sith Master. Muuurgh's hind legs kicked off, hoisting the cat-like being in the air, soaring down to land and charge savagely into battle.

His speed increased with his anger, his hunting position taking form just as he would feed on pray. Ogre cast a mocking smile to the Togorian, slipping a few feet back to congeal his form and await his foe. The hunter made his way just a few feet away from Ogre, before he knelt to the ground in a sudden movement. His knife pierced into the ground, allowing Muurgh the freedom of both hands. He wrapped his arms around Jace, kicking off from the ground and turning sharply on his feet. The Togorian's tale shot out to grab his knife, plucking it from the ground, holding it tightly.

All of his strength shifted to his legs, running like he never had before. The natural hunter made his way through grass, sticks, mud and gravel. His ship was not far away. Clearly his actions had caught the Sith Master by surprise. Muurgh would have welcomed the battle, but of course, he had his friend's life to worry about. He just needed to keep the speed up till he reached safety. That safety would only come within the realms of the Nova.

[Ogre Mal Pannis]

Deciding it not worth his effort to pursue the young feline Jedi, Ogre re-sheathed his dagger and reached down to the ground retrieving his axe, placing it in its place upon his back. With an evil cackle he watched as the Jedi ran away carrying Jace and spit out a few final words as he fled. “Make him whole again, so that I may rip him from limb to limb in the near future, upstart.”

As the fleeing figure disappeared from sight, Ogre walked across the still dampened ground and picked up his cloak, as well as the two halves of Jace’s saber which he had destroyed. Placing it within his pouch and tucking his cloak under his arm, he walked calmly back to the awaiting [/i]Dauntless[/i], boarded and shortly thereafter departed this world, bound for the base at TSE HQ, pleased that he had taught a Jedi Padawan a valuable lesson that day and had taken him to the very brink of death.