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[Sia-Lan Darkheart]

Sia-lan steped into the living quarters and headed down a hall. It had been less than a week sense she had returned to the GJO after an extended leave of absense. The onlything that seemed to follow her were the shadows around her. They seemed to reach out to her as she walked but she ignored them. She turned down another hall and walked a few more feet to her door. She opened it and steped in. After closeing the door, she took her cloak off. Her sleavless shirt, showed a new scar. It was in a rather odd shape that seemed almost like a symbol. Sia-lan knelt down on the floor and started to meditate.

[Shadow Jedi Davka Volaw]

Shadows, shadows were what he was used to being in, they were cold and yet not dark, just...there. As he had sat in the Shadows he had noticed a high force level in a young woman that had passed by. He had nothing to do, so he followed in the shadows.

She had been ignoring the shadows, but he decided to try and sense what strength she had. He knew she felt like the shadows had been reaching out to her, that was what the force did for him, it was a type of manipulation of the shadows. He had followed her undetected to a room. As they had traveled down this hall he had sensed a disturbance in her blood flow. On her arm the blood was not circulating right, a scar perhaps, but a strange one nonetheless. She had entered and had started to meditate. He knew how it was to be interupted while meditating, so he waited until she was done. About two hours later the force calmed in the room signaling she was done.

He had been ordered by his master to practice his healing techniques in the sick bay.

**Why not now, she has a wound.** he thought as he strolled up to the door, stepping outside the shadows.

He knocked on the door and he noticed her move from her bed to the door, rather quickly. As she opened the door she was caught off guard looking at a tall black robed figure with icy blue eyes, glowing under the hood.

Removing the hood it revealed a nineteen year old human, who looked like the history books picture of Anakin Skywalker. The only differences was the height, eyes, and blonde hair.

"Hello, my name is Davka. As you were walking down the halls I could not but help notice you have a scar on your arm...uh...I have been practicing Jedi healing techniques an I was wondering if I could try to heal that scar of yours." he said in a caring tone.

He awaited her answer...

[Sia-Lan Darkheart]

Sia-lan studies his face. Her eyes shift from the normal light green to the color of the shadows in her room then back again. She final speeks to him.

"Alas. My scar is beyond the healing of a jedi. My name is Sia-lan Darkheart. I am a warrior jedi knight here. Might I ask who your master is?" she moves to the side of the door and motions for him to step in. After he walks into the room she closes the door and sits on her bed. A chair stood near a desk to one side of the room. There wasnt much to the room: a bed, desk, chair, table and a closet. The only thing personal in there was a sword that hung right above the bed on the wall and the light saber that was on the table, both of a unique design and both of an almost black metal.

[Shadow Jedi Davka Volaw]

"Well, I could heal it using..." he stopped suddenly thinking of how Master Xazor told him not to use the Dark Side, even if it was life or death.

"May I sit down?" he asked and with a not from her, he used the force to slide the chair over towards him. He removed his cloaks and hung them on the hanger by the door. He was of good stature, six foot one, one-hundred-eighty pounds, the non-typical nineteen year old force user. He had a darkness about him that she could not figure out.

"My master is Xazor Dawnstrider. I have been a Jedi Padawan for a couple of weeks." he said in a shadowy tone.

"What about you? Who are you, what is your rank?" he asked politely.

Somehow she was very calm and comfortable around him, he was glad for that. It was not polite to make someone feel uncomfortable in their own residance.

He awaited her response...

[Sia-Lan Darkheart]

"Like I said before, I am a Warrior Jedi Knight here. Xazor. Ah she has more padawans. Xazor is probobly my best friend here at the order. Her padawan. I sense alittle more behind the padawans ability though." She says, adressing the slight darkness. "And please do have a seat."

[Shadow Jedi Davka Volaw]

Knowing she sensed the darkness in him, he became a little worried she would make a judgement on him based on his force signature. He tried to compress his signature, to little avail. Having a midichlorian count of twenty-seven-thousand-seven-hundred-fifty, it was hard to hide. Eventually he would be able to, but not yet.

"You no doubt have noticed the darkness that surrounds me, it has been that way since Raja died..." his voice trailed off. Even though he had strong feelings on the matter of his wife Raja, he had learned to compress them, by help of his master.

"Anyway, I was wondering, would you like to go have a drink? Maybe get aquainted? I have not really made any friends since I have been here, with an exception to my Master." he asked her politely. He had learned to control his anger on refusals, and to dismiss them. If she did not wish to go the Yog's bar, that was fine...

[Sia-Lan Darkheart]

"The darkness that surounds you is understandable. Deaths are hard to take. You are not the only one in this order with a dark past, myself included in this number." Sia-lan rises from the bed and nods slightly to his offer. "That would be great." she says.

[Shadow Jedi Davka Volaw]

OOC: Fine meet me at Dark Pasts Aquainted in Yog's Bar when you can. I'll start the post...

IC:

He offered to take her hand and escorted her out the door. She locked the room and they headed off to Yog's bar...