Drops of Mercury...

[Jeseth Cloak]

An unfamiliar vessel approachs bast Castle, a yellow rain beading atop the hull as the massive marvel of engineering sets itself down close to the main gate. Jeseth nods to Cline and motions towards the door as it slowly drops open, exposing them to them elements. They were in the middle of a storm.

"Use the Force to shield yourself from this."

The Dark Jedi stepped out into the hail-storm of acid and ice, approaching the giant maze that comprised the main exntrance to the now ruined retreat of Darth Vader, and center of operation for Emperor Palpatine's Dark Jedi knights.

The unmoving figure of Jeseth paused in the haze of myst of and wind, broaadcasting his thoughts to Cline.

Come.

A protective bubble could be seen outlining the Dark Jedi as he stood there, waiting for the man who might possibly gain the title of brother.

[Michael Cline]

::Cline stood there momentarily just looking at the burning liquid as it fell. Shielding Jeseth had said, Cline's mind went to work. When his parent's had died it had been from a force ripple, a physical energy wave which had expanded from Cline's very being.::

::He thought for a moment, remembering that day long past. Perhaps he could use that fact to his advantage here, he would recreate that field that had destroyed his home. But he would have to stop it, keep it in place around him. Yes, that would work.::

::Cline closed his eyes and brought his arm to his chest clenching his fist tight he focused his thoughts on that day, on his feelings, on his goal. A dark ripple of energy seemed to explode from every pore in Cline's body, coming to a halt inches around him, as it stopped it seemed to shatter into a brilliant dark flash the enrgy now a visible glow around Cline's body.::

::Cline stepped out into the pouring acid rain the yellow liquid burning and smoking against the field surrounding his body, he nodded to Jes.::

Lead on.

[Jeseth Cloak]

Minutes passed by idly as they navigated through the whirling maze of myst, rain, and sulpheric ice. Thunder struck heavily, rraining down flashes of lightening. This was one of the worst storms he had ever witnessed in all his time spent on Vjun. Jeseth stopped to glance back and make sure that Cline was still in good shape, then squinted his eyes as to avert them from the bright coalescing light that fell from the former Jedi's body.

A loud and penatrating pounding echoed within the entrance way.

Hob would be coming shortly...

[Cardinal Aiyalin]

**She stood, looking down at the pair walking towards the gate. Anger marred her beautiful features, anger at a former Jedi walking the halls. What had Jeseth done by bringing him here? Normally one to great intruders, the woman simply walked away from the window.

**The heels of her boots clicked quietly as she turned away, and began her descent to the rooms below. She was sunk in thought, pondering the meaning of this occurance. She had heard of the Jedi falling from the light, but did not expect him to land here. As for anything she knew, Cline had better be ready for the trials of The Black Hand. He was not a member, yet.