One step's falter..

[Gitane Van Derveld]

--Gitane sat boredly atop a rocky slope, scrubbing at drops of blood that had gathered on her boots. Leading down the slope in front of her was Kalabra's 'Great Sea', behind her the planet's self-titled city. Massacres had gotten boring; There no excitement in death when the victim put up no struggle.

She glanced briefly at the city behind her before standing. There were only a near-dozen kills before boredness sank in. She needed something else to occupy her. Strolling along the edge of the hill, she paused with a new sense. Something.. light was near. A growl left her throat and she pulled out one of her daggers, spinning in a full circle and calling out.--

"Show yourself..! ...Before I find you."


(OOC - C'mon... Someone? Pleeease?)

[Luke Skywalker]

A snap-his broke the pause. Luuke edged out from behind a cabin, his dark hood still pulled over his head to hide the scar that ran from his eyebrow to his cheek. He looked at Gitane, then took a deep breath. He was here to get away from the Jedi and the Force, and everything that kept reminding him that he was a fake... a duplicate. It followed him. He felt anger building inside of himself, but he kept it at bay... He was still a Jedi at heart. Luke wouldn't take that from him.

"Why did you kill these people..? They did nothing to you." He lowered his hood, his eyes sad, somewhat understanding. He had once lost control of himself and killed a group of men in a bar who had accused him of being the real Skywalker... but he had been hurt, and was still too inexperienced at dealing with emotions. He had learned since then. maybe all Gitane needed was to be shown the path to the light...

His saber was an exact replica of Luke's, and he kept it up in front of himself as he approached her very slowly. He was confident that the Force would guide him, as it always did, but that didn't mean he would throw caution to the wind entirely.

[Gitane Van Derveld]

--A cold laugh escaped her mouth as Gitane eyed the man. Something about him seemed intriguing, though she couldn't place her finger on it. Her own saber pierced through the air as she paced down a few steps and looked at him, trying to see below the shadows of his hood. Unable to accomplish such at the moment, she stepped back a bit, her lips thinly creased into a sardonic grin. She absently spun the saber's hilt between her fingers before placing it before her; a humming viper watching to strike.

"Their presence annoyed me.. As yours is beginning to do. Shall I let you join them?"

Her feet lifted from the ground as she sped forward, dust kicking into the air with each step. The glowing blade darted through the air close behind her, tight in her fingers' grasp. It was looking for a home of flesh.--