Self-Imposed Exile

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha sits outside a simple hut, her thoughts drifting again to the Sith Empire. All she wanted was her rightful place among them. But out of hatred or fear they would not give it. They opposed her every move since she returned, and for that she despised them. She took her leave in silence, and now she lived here, hidden in the deep woods that the locals avoid as haunted. Every so often, a foolish child would wander into the forest. None of them ever returned ::



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[Milivikal k'Vik]

(I do hope this is open)

"Damn!..." the word echoed through the woods, an expression of genuine frustration, and was followed with coughing.

"Damned Jedi." Milivikal muttered under her breath, and then contiued on about how they had to over-engineer everything.

"Vicet" she murmured as her specter appeared in the woods, clad in a dark grey robe, her pale blue eyes in stark contrast to her black hair. Slowly she turned about, murmuring the spirt's name.

"Viii..." kVik paused as her eyes fell upon Sorsha.

"Who are you?"

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: the hair on Sorsha's neck bristles as she whirls to face the the spectre, her eyes dilated like a cat's eyes ::

"You ... you know of Vicet???"

[Milivikal k'Vik]

Mili's eyes narrowed and her face hardend like a predator looking over a competitor. Slowly she straightend and returned to posture of searching and even a glint of curiousity shimmered in her eyes as she looked at Sorsha.

After all, she had been stuck for at least several hundred years. Vicet could be patient, but only to a point. No, it made sense that the spirit had moved on to continue her work.

"Yes, I do."

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha rises to her feet and locks eyes with the spectral visitor ::

"I know your face. I've seen it in dreams before. She speaks to you, doesn't she?"

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[Milivikal k'Vik]

The Dark Jedi nodded slowly, her gaze matching Kasajian's.

"Yes." Mili's spectre faded out, and a quiet cough was heard.

"I see I have little choice but to ask you this. I need you to free me." The voice whispered.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"Free you? Where are you?"

[Milivikal k'Vik]

"Beneath a castle. It rains acid, and was uninhabited until recently. Now there are many here."

"Free me." The voice hissed.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha laughs as the image of Bast Castle flashes in her mind ::

"I do not grant favors without a price. If I free you, what shall you do for me?"

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[Milivikal k'Vik]

"Mnph." Bargaining obviously was not one of kVik's greater skills.

"You hold an edge over me. Name your price." The voice said with more than a little frustration. She scowled hard and waited.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"Ohhhhhhhhh, no,no,no,no,no ... it's not that easy. If our positions were reversed, I would slay you the instant you freed me."

:: her grin widens as she circles the spectre ::

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[Milivikal k'Vik]

kVik's specter glared, her eyes narrowed at the circling Chaosian. The thought had crossed her mind, but in her current state, was implausible.

She threw her arms up and swore in her native tounge.
"Vessik dela thes mehar!"

Sorsha grinned wider.

"I can give you no garuntees. It would not be in my nature to honor it." And she could not admit weakness. No, that was inviting death upon herself.

"But what would I gain by killing you?"

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"If I'm right about you, right about who you really are, then you want to reclaim everything you've lost. Don't you?"

:: pauses as she considers something ::

"The times are different now, my Sister. Most of the ones who serve the Darkside are no better than the Jedi they claim to hunt."

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[Milivikal k'Vik]

"Tied up with pomp and proceedure and too stupid to see an opportunity that has walked up and layed down at their feet?"

She shook her head slowly.

"The ones who caused this need to die."

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"Yes. They cling to eachother like children, bloating themselves on the foolish ideals of a man who declares himself a messiah."

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[Milivikal k'Vik]

"Idealism is a sign of weakness. Idealists are not victors."

She stood silent, brooding.

"Has the dark really been reduced to squabling politician posers?"

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"You shall see the truth of it yourself once I free you. They're a cancer to the darkside. And you shall help me cull them."

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[Darth Vader]

:: A spidery black craft descended from the starry sky, slowly touching down near the hut. The ramp lowered slowly, and a visage clad in black armor slowly walked down the gangplank, a chilling and rhythmic hissing barely heard... ::

hhhhoooooohhhhhh.....paaaahhhhhhhh......hhhhoooooh hhhhhh......paaaahhhhhhh

:: The figure stood motionless like an obelisk for what seemed an eternity. When he spoke, his voice was every bit as ebony as his guise, deep and foreboding, carrying latent darkness through the air as tangible as night itself ::

The Force is with you, Sorsha Kasajian....

:: The figure then jabbed a gloved finger in her direction in a deliberate motion. ::

but you are not a Master yet!

[Milivikal k'Vik]

Milivikal's eyes narrowed coldly, and she stared hard at the figure in black.

He spoke, but she could not hear. It was a limitation at this point in time. Perhaps the same was true for him: he could not see or hear her.


"Sister, who is he and what does he say?"

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha stares at the dark warrior as he points in her direction ::

"You?????????"

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[Darth Vader]

hohhhhhhhh.....pahhhhhhhhh....hohhhhhhhhh....pahhh hhhhhhh....

Your destiny lies with me, Sorsha. You know this to be true.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"You can't be him. Vader is dead. Who are you really???"


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[Darth Vader]

You question my...credentials?

:: Sorsha soon found an immense pressure at her throat, as the Dark Lord made a slight gripping gesture ::

Or would you believe every lie the Rebels concoct?

[Anbiraa Hicchoru]

:: The clone watched from a distance. He scowled as Vader applied his choke onto Sorsha. It wouldn't stand to have her damaged...yet. ::

Vader, release her!

[Sorsha Kasajian]

" ..... ggggghhhhh ... ugghhhkkk ... grrrrrrrrrrrrrrggghhhkk ... "

[Darth Vader]

As you wish...

:: The black-gloved hand relaxed, returning to his side ::

I have found your Sith Witch, Anbiraa. You may do with her now as you please.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha whips up the small campfire with the force and sends it at Anbiraa as she flees into the deep woods

[Anbiraa Hicchoru]

RAAAAGGGHHH!!!!

:: The clone cringes away from the flying embers that seared at his face, dispersing them quickly with the Force. She was already ahead of him by some distance. Her presence could be felt within the forest. Anbiraa scowled, arms clasped behind his back. ::

KASAJIAN! Do not run from me!

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: still hidden from sight far above in the treetops, Sorsha speaks to Anbirra telepathically ::

*** Why have you come for me, Anbiraa? ***

[Anbiraa Hicchoru]

:: Anbiraa smiled, his voice carrying over the trees ::

SEARCH YOUR FEELINGS! AND YOU TELL ME!

MANY THINGS YOU LEAVE UNFINISHED, HIDDEN IN THIS FORSAKEN PLACE!

IT IS TIME....FOR YOU TO TAKE YOUR FINAL ASCENDING STEP!

NOW COME TO ME!!!

[Sorsha Kasajian]

*** You've come to judge me? To test me? Why? You don't know me ... and I am not your slave. Go back! ***

[Anbiraa Hicchoru]

MASTER LYNCH HAS GRANTED ME INSIGHT, AND MASTER MAL PANNIS HAS DIRECTED MY ENERGIES; GUIDED ME TO THIS VENTURE! I AM IMBUED WITH KNOWLEDGE OF YOU...ENOUGH TO KNOW OF YOUR PRIOR ENCOUNTER WITH MY ORIGINAL!

:: Anbiraa's hands came together slowly, fingers steepled and touching, with the thumbs touching underneath, to form a diamond shape, which he pointed toward the forest ::

[Sorsha Kasajian]

*** I shall not deal with you, puppet!!! Let Jedah and my Brother come to me themselves!!! Now go fetch them!!! ***

[Anbiraa Hicchoru]

COME TO ME, OR YOU SHALL NOT SEE EITHER OF THEM, NOR THE FACE OF ANY OTHER!!

:: The Sith clone tapped the Dark Side deeply, his brow knitting in concentration. Blue lightning sparked across his chest, growing until it began to snake across his body ::

[Sorsha Kasajian]

*** Lady Vader's bed grows cold, puppet. Go warm it. ***

:: the mindlink is broken as she moves higher and deeper into the forest. She focuses on blocking him now. If he chooses pursuit, so much the better... ::

[Anbiraa Hicchoru]

:: Anbiraa dove deeper into his concentration, his body rising skyward as he rose above the treetops, to get a vantage point. He could feel her presence, moving deeper into the morass. It was time...

...the crackling lightning ceased, the Sith's dark energies reaching saturation. Veins on his temples bulged as the air around him began to waft with an unnatural heat, until a shimmering aura of golden energy burst around him, bathing him in a fiery corona. ::


RAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!!

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: She flips downwards as she senses the energy in the air. let the fool come. let him awaken the sleeper of the forest. Anbiraa was all too predictable ::

[Anbiraa Hicchoru]

:: Inside the Sith's body, some of his own cells began to burst and lyse, releasing their immense force energies, welling up within the growing aura of energy Anbiraa collected around him. It grew larger and larger, and the clone's body screamed against him in pain, as he sacrificed a small portion of his life essence to possess the awesome energy he desired. His teeth clenched as a trail of blood dripped from his nose ::

RRRRRUUUUAAAAAGGGHHH!!!!

:: The corona grew, and Anbiraa's ears began to bleed, subcutaneous lesions appearing sporatically on his skin ::

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHRRRRRRR!!!!!

:: In a thunderclap, the blazing fire around Anbiraa imploded into a miniature star of flame, clasped between his hands. Every iota of concentration held the unbelievable power in check, sweat beading across his face, mixing with the blood. Reaching out, he sensed her presence once more ::

SORSHA! YOUR DESTINY IS IN MY HANDS!!!

:: His face contorted into a snarl, as everything disappeared into a flash of white light ::

<font size=50>SHIN KIKOHO!!!!</font>

[Aseloth]

The Sith clone’s energies were enough to awaken the sleeper. Their disturbance of the environment around was effective at raising the ire of the one who had made this forest his home. His brethren had brought him to this place, which was much more like his original place of birth and he had grown quite attached to it, literally. The twenty-foot tall mimic was one with nature. For it was the trait he received from his father, the dark deity of Kashir.

A loud thud accompanied the obscuring of Anbiraa’s sight. The gian stepped out from the trees, right in the path of the horrendous power that the clone had released. The force and destructive power of the “Shin Kikoho” was unmatched by many in the universe, but what now stood in its path was no mere mortal. It was a being born of a mortal mother and a godly father, a Demi-God with some very exceptional abilities. Abilities to mimic anything he came in physical contact with.

The stream of energy ebbed into the expansive chest of the towering blue beast but did not sway the monster or even appear to harm him in the least. An unnatural glow accompanied the absorption of the blast and the magnificent creature, known to his family, those of Kashirian blood, as Aseloth, bared his teeth, eyes crackling with a newly discovered power, staring directly in the eyes of the crazed Sith clone.

It was infrequent that Aseloth was anything other than curious, but the being he now faced had disturbed nature and was also in pursuit of one of his brethren and this would not be allowed. Aseloth’s mouth opened and the decibil level of the roar that followed was enough to deafen mortal ears in its path.

<font size=30 color= #4040FF>RAAAAARRRGGGGG!!!!</font>

The beast would not try out its new ability just yet, but the time would come.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Anbiraa's head snaps back as Sorsha leaps from the cover of the trees, planting a flying kick squarely on his jaw ::

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[Darth Vader]

:: Vader watches from a distant vantage with interest. ::

[Anbiraa Hicchoru]

Aaaaggghhhh!!!!

:: The weakened clone plummeted to the ground from the suprise kick, smashing full-against a sapling, snapping it as he crumpled to the ground. He stood up shakily, spitting a stream of blood from his mouth as he did so....his body screaming with the pain of his Shin Kikoho, as well as Sorsha's assault. But he was not beaten....no, not by a long shot. Whatever abomination she had summoned to cancel his attack, it would not impede his goal. ::

So...you finally choose to reveal yourself.

:: The clone unclipped his saber from his belt, twirling it once before activating...the orange blade glowing malevolently ::

[Aseloth]

One of Aseloth’s hands began to glow as the new power he had acquired started to be summoned forth. It was however not brought to complete fruition before he brought the huge hand down quickly and violently on top of the warrior armed with a saber and bleeding from the mouth.

A sizzling sound of energy wafted through the air, as saber met the glowing hand, but was not enough to stop its vicious impact upon the Sith clone, the energy that was building continuing to grow in power as it made its final contact.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Focusing her attention on Vader, Sorsha incants the spell she learned from Saurron. Dark flames fanout from her fingertips and envelop him, burning him with mystical fire ::

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[Darth Vader]

:: The Dark Lord watched the fire lick at his frame for a moment, the armor suit offering a higher degree of resistance to the attack. With a gesture of his hand, a field of impermeable Force encapsulated him, imploding upon the unnatural fire and snuffing it out of existed. The air shimmered, whisps of smoke drifting off his somewhat-scathed armor suit. Through his eyepieces, he sees a nearly-broken figure, as he places his hands casually at his belt ::

You are unwise to divert your attention, Sorsha.

[Anbiraa Hicchoru]

SSSSHING!!!!

:: The lightsaber sank through Sorsha's shoulder from behind. Glancing behind, Sorsha saw the shell of a man who had run her through. Blood streamed from his face through a myriad of cuts and lacerations...a bubbling sound issued forth when he breathed, the sign of a punctured and hemhorraging lung. His right arm was crushed and dead, limply hanging at his side, lifeless and bleeding. A growing pool of crimson below his left knee revealed a compound fracture of his tibia. Yet his left hand clamped tightly on his saber like a death claw, determined to rend apart through Sorsha's torso should she be foolish ::

I could kill you now...

:: The lightsaber deactivated, Anbiraa's hand sliding down to his side as the saber fell to the ground. ::

But your death brings me no gain.

:: Unable to stand anymore, Anbiraa collapses to the ground ::

[Aseloth]

Aseloth was displeased that the clone had enough left after his blow to move, but was even more displeased at how his kindred, Sorsha was now injured and seemingly powerless before the dark clad being. The blue monster’s shape began to change and within a split second now stood, looking like an exact duplicate of the clone that had just collapsed. It was now time to finish what it had started.

With a slow and deliberate motion, Aseloth moves his hands six inches in front of his chest. He carefully steeples his fingers together, each touching at the fingertips, with the thumbs touching together below the other fingers, so that his hands formed an open diamond shape.

Aseloth's smile turned into a growling sneer.

The air around Aseloth began to simmer as the temperature shot up wildly. The mimic of the Dark Jedi Master harnessed his bottomless hatred, amplifying his body's Force saturation by drawing in raw Force energy from around him, charging the midichlorians within his cells to their maximum potential. As the sheer energy built inside Aseloth, the air around him ignited, glimmering into a wild burning aura of yellow flames. The rapid outward blast of superheated air caused a crater of impacted sand to be blasted down into the ground, shooting still other blasts of dirt and twigs wildly into the air.

“Hyuuuuaaaaaaaaa.....AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”

The yellowish flame corona began to contract and expand wildly around Aseloth's body, creating a flash effect that could be seen several miles away. Every muscle in Aseloth's body tensed, as large veins grew in size, running along Aseloth's chiseled physique. The mimic's face twisted into a mask of rage, as he let all reason and constraint fade from his grasp, awakening every ounce of subconscious angst he usually kept quite buried. Slowly, the energy corona around Aseloth's body began to expand. As it did, Aseloth's furious howls through gritted teeth grew ominously louder.

“HUUUUUAAAAAAA!!!
RUUUUUUUUUAAAAA!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
EEIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

In a thunderous bang, Aseloth drew upon the Force to contract the flame aura wafting over his body, collapsing it to a mere ethereal shimmer that barely covered him, yet shone with furious intensity. Aseloth now began to use the energy from the aura to further fuel himself. Through the frightening sounds of pulsating energy, Aseloth's screams could still be heard.

Thick blue arcs of electricity began snaking down Aseloth's shoulders, down his arms, and into his hands. The tremendous electric current snapped through the thin but powerful external aura, creating light flashes of incredible brightness. As Aseloth's eyes burned down upon Vader, he became so saturated with Force energy that even his eyes began to glow white.

Suddenly, Aseloth seemed to falter, as he hunched over slightly, his face cringing with pain. His body shaking, Aseloth righted himself, standing straight up as growled against the pain within him. Inside Aseloth's own supercharged body, some of the midichlorians in his cells began to die; to lyse...giving forth their full Force energy in its purest form. In a sense, Aseloth was killing small parts of himself to fuel the awesome power he now wielded. His entire body quaking with pain, Aseloth looked down at Vader, a ribbon of blood dripping down from his nose. Despite the pain he barely could withstand, Aseloth controlled himself.

The arcs of energy began to become trapped inside the diamond-shaped space in Aseloth's hand, forming in the gap a field of energy that was so powerful and concentrated, Aseloth's entire body shook to keep it contained. With all his might, Aseloth compressed the energy with the Force, keeping it locked within his hold.::

Aseloth extended his hands toward Vader, keeping their position.

<font size=10 color= orange>”SHIN-KIKOHO!!!”</font>

Aseloth released the energy field, which thundered toward Vader like a raging Tsunami.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!"

:: Sorsha lets out a scream that causes more trees to burst into flame as she clutches her wounded shoulder ::

"ANIMAL!!! Now you sleep in hell!!!"

:: Unsheathing her Krisknife with her good arm, she plunges it through Anbiraa's chest and into his heart, twisting the blade as she stares into his eyes ::



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[Anbiraa Hicchoru]

:: Despite the mortal blow, the clone smiled, a ribbon of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Reaching up with his good arm, he pulled Sorsha close to his dying face ::

V-.......victory.....

:: He kissed her on the forehead, leaving lip marks of blood. He released her, as his eyes took on a glazed and distant look ::

There....i-is....a-no-the-r................

:: The clone's death throes concluded, and Anbiraa Hicchoru died ::

[Darth Vader]

:: Vader's attention diverted to the creature as it performed its technique. Its presence in the force magnified upon itself a hundredfold, becoming a blinding light in his eyes. It didn't take long for the Dark Lord to ascertain what the creature was doing...


...it was all too familiar to him. ::

No, it can't....HOW COULD YOU!!!

:: The shock quickly turned to anger and hatred at the imitator. Vader crouched low, balling his fists in rage as the air around him shimmered, drawing a barrier made from the Force...the only way to stave off the destructive nature of the creature's newfound attack.

In a thunderclap, it came....a roaring tsunami of fire raining down upon him with the gale force of a hurricane. The Force was strong with him, but it would tap everything he had to avert his own destructive potential ::

<font size=50>BOOOOOOOOOM!!!</font>

:: The Shin Kikoho wave impacted, and Vader held his ground for a while, as the inferno raged around him. Finally, the typhoon of fire was too strong to hold in check, and the Dark Lord was lifted from his feet, and thrown a distance away. Impacting hard against the ground, the residual flames on Vader's armor were snuffed as the Dark Lord rolled across the ground, coming to a stop. He rose slowly, his body screaming from the blunt trauma of being tossed like a pebble in a tornado...but he was alive.

The Dark Lord slowly began to walk toward Sorsha. When he saw the corpse of Anbiraa, he paused. His voice was deep and foreboding. ::

Your hate has made you powerful, Sorsha.

[Aseloth]

Agony, expulsion, unknown energy, and….. This was something foreign to Aseloth, he felt pain as a result. Mimicking the weapon that he had previously absorbed had an effect. Even though he wasn’t really a Force user, just one that copies what it takes from other beings, this time was different.

A cough escaped the mimicked Dark Jedi Master’s mouth, a cough accompanied by blood trailing down his chin. Normally Aseloth’s blood would not be of typical red color, but there was something wrong. He fell to his knees weak and spent. He was trying to return to his original form, but found his ability non responsive. Besides his ability not responding, he found that he could barely move otherwise, and then to add insult to injury. Anbiraa’s actions towards his kindred caused her to unknowingly lash out at the Demi-God with a connection to nature.

Trees erupted in flames and this weakened him even more. No sound escaped his lips, but the expression on his face told a tale, a tale of pain and distress. And then it was ended for now, his eyes rolled up in his head and the body he was in the shape of slumped to the ground unconscious.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha rises to her feet and glares at Vader as the forest burns around them ::



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[Darth Vader]

:: Vader's voice lowered in pitch, as he pointed a finger in warning ::

...but your hate has now made you predictable.

You needn't destroy your enemies to defeat them, Kasajian.

A Sith must corrupt and control as much as they kill and destroy.

This...is your final rite of passage....

:: Vader turned, walking away. ::

Master Kasajian.

[Endo Freedoo]

:: It was another chilly day on planet Meras. He sat in his small quarters on board what was now his ship the Sith Infiltrator Chimera staring at a small readout on the monitor on the table in front of him. It was a listing of his current savings and assets. Things had been pretty quiet lately and profitable ventures had been few and far between during the last couple of months.

But as it was, profit wasn’t his largest concern, he just wanted something to do to break the monotony of hanging around this ship, running system check after system check. Tirsa had promised to help him learn to understand the Basic language, but that still hadn’t happened yet, and he hadn’t even seen much of her lately, or much of any of his associates. Things were generally all quiet. ::

[Milivikal k'Vik]

Milivikal stared into the dead eyes of the man who lay on the ground. The forest would have his body later.

Wonderous. My sister does work differently than I, but has style.

She glanced slowly upward, the fires of the forest failed to reflect in her pale blue eyes. The event that had just passed carried torrents of chaotic energy, but she could not feel them: she was far too distant.

For the first time in in thousands of years, she skipped. She skipped and twirled and danced her way to Sorsha until she stopped next to her and stared at the leaving obsidian obilesk. kVik's curiosity was rekindled.

"Who is that?"

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha speaks to Milivikal in a reptilian tone as she watches Vader walk away ::

"I'm coming to free you now ..."

:: pauses as she force tekes Anbiraa's sabre to her hand. She activates it with a snap hiss and severs the head from the corpse ::

"... this should get me past the one who guards the gates."

:: deactivates the sabre and collects the head, striding out of the woods and down towards the cave ::

[Aseloth]

The other body of Anbiraa, formed by the mimic, still lay motionless on the ground save the small movement of the rising and falling of his chest. The flow of blood from his mouth has begun to dry and had stopped running. The flames in the trees had begun to dwindle and that was enough to help him recover some of his strength. But his form still remained in that of the clone. Was there more to the clone that he had mimicked than what was apparent to the eye that could cause such an effect?

[Endo Freedoo]

:: Still staring off wistfully, he was suddenly alerted when a beeping sound filled his cabin. His head turned to look at the wall display and he could see that the alarm had sounded due to someone approaching. ::

”Finally, something going on.”

:: He exclaimed out loud in his native tongue of Rodian, as he stood from where he was and started towards the cockpit to investigate further. ::

[Milivikal k'Vik]

Milivikal let loose a malevolent grin as she watched Sorsha depart. Slowly, her spectre faded out, until it left only a wide grin and the pale blue eyes.

Those winked out as she put herself back into a light sleeping trance to conserve her remaining strength.

The man in black bothered her. How could he get such an intense reaction of one such as Sorsha? She would have to ask.

[Tirsa Krylana]

:: Tirsa wandered outside of the immense mansion that was the Tarkin estate. The place stunk of Ninja's and she had to get away. A couple of them had found themselves in the Cellar where Tirsa wanted to be left alone with her misery.

That didn't work and now she found herself walking down the worn path that led her out of the mountains and into Meras Forest. A noisy stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten yet and found a nice place to sit underneath one of the large trees the forest held. She looked up briefly and watched as the tree trunk lifted higher and higher into the sky where the tree tops covered the sky.

It was actually quite a beautiful sight but the Nebari didn't care. All she thought about was where Sorsha ran off to and how empty she felt

She unwrapped the sandwich she made and picked at it, having lost her appetite suddenly ::

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha strides down the path, Anbirra's severed head in hand and a sabre on her belt. She stops as she spies a figure beneath a tree. One who seldom ventured out into the woods ::

"Tirsa?"

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[Tirsa Krylana]

:: Tirsa flicked a piece of bread crust away and jumped at the sound of her name. She was too freaked to recognize the voice but as she pointed her blaster rifle at the source of it, her look changed from being tense to one of surprise.

She lowered her blaster, still not sure she could believe her eyes ::

"Sorsha?"

:: Then she got mad when it hit her Sorsha was real ::

"You been on the planet all this time and didn't tell me?! I thought you were far away from here!"

[Endo Freedoo]

:: He made it to the cockpit of the ship and with the end of one of his suction cup like fingers pressed a kiosk console, bringing up the full scanner display. There wasn’t only one life sign relatively close, there were two. A little further investigation revealed one to be human and the other Nebari.

He relaxed and sat in the command chair, taking note that they were pretty much stationary for the time being. Maybe the boredom would continue as it had been doing for so long, and the alert had only brought false hope of some kind of adventure or task to do. ::

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"I told no one." she growled. "Not even Ogre."

[Tirsa Krylana]

:: she waved her arms out to the side ::

"Oh? And that's suppose to make me feel any better?!"

:: Tirsa dropped her back to lean on the side of the tree with a pout ::

[Endo Freedoo]

:: Upon further inspection of the scans on the cockpit display panel. Endo found the nearby life signs to be those of one human and one Nebari. Immediately he assumed them to be Sorsha and Tirsa, but it could possibly be Dalethria and Tirsa as well. It had been a long time since he had seen any of them, and he found there sudden presence nearby encouraging that he may get off this planet for a little while. ::

[Sorsha Kasajian]

"I follow Vicet's will. You know that well enough. I go where she leads me."

[Tirsa Krylana]

"Yeah, yeah ... I know. Doesn't mean I can't worry and be a total headcase."

:: she smiled ::

"I'm good at that."

[Endo Freedoo]

::He reached under the pilot’s seat for a bottle of whiskey he kept there. It was looking like it was going to be another uneventful day. ::

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: she pauses for a moment, closing her eyes as she extends her senses outwards ::

"The time has come, Tirsa. For all of us."

:: opens her eyes and quickens her pace ::

"Tell Endo to get the Chimera ready to leave. We're going to Vjun."

:: walks up the path to Irentios ::

"Tonight."

[Tirsa Krylana]

"Vjun?"

:: Tirsa ran up to catch up with Sorsha still confused. Had to be some weird Force thing again.

She pulled out her commlink and signaled "The Chimera"::

"Hey Skinny? Get the ship ready. Me and Sorsha are heading your way and guess what? We are going to our favorite Dark Jedi infested planet."

[Endo Freedoo]

:: He had just opened the bottle and raised it to his mouth when the comm. suddenly crackled to life, catching him off guard. He almost choked on the whiskey that he drank then corked the bottle and put it away, afterwards wiping some of the spit up whiskey off the console as he replied. ::

This ship has been ready for flight for at least three weeks Miss Blue. A destination is a big plus though.

:: He thought......Finally something to do! ::