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Flamehart
11-27-2007, 11:47 PM
Strider leaned forward, looking at her curiously.

"Surely not much older than I am? I mean I've seen the Old Republic and everything, how far back have you gone?" Strider asked curiously. "And what gathering info and protecting who?"

Strider noted the son of Charna and Tepe in the corner of his eye. He had seen the boy once, many years before, however that was in his youth, and he doubted he remembered back far enough to remember Strider when he temporarily served as the boy's guardian, before he vanished once again to deal with personal matters, matters he would tell his fellow friends in time.

Writer
12-01-2007, 01:00 AM
A flicker of amusement flashed in Reibe's eyes. "What was it we always used to say?" she asked. "Old enough to know what's wrong with the galaxy, still young enough to do something about it." She laughed softly and turned to observe the young man at the bar. After a moment's observation, she raised her voice.

"You are Iarod," she called to him, "are you not?" Without waiting for an answer, she went on, "I haven't seen you since... well, since before you had the ability to remember. Come, sit, talk..." With a teasing smile, she added, "... if you're not intimidated by old age hidden beneath young faces."

Black Knight of Keno
12-01-2007, 03:15 AM
Iarod smirked as he heard the voice calling his name. He knew that the Sith Hunters had once been very close with his family and he couldn't deny that they still were. The bounty hunter stood up and picked up his drink, glancing over at the Sith Hunters before heading over and sitting down on an empty seat. As he sat down, he still had the smirk on his face, the same devilishly handsome smirk his father so very often sported, but now they could also see some further details that made him different from his father and mother. Iarod had a short scar below his left eye, sported a rugged stubble that Tepe had removed from his image after the Sith Dominion became his priority and such small things.

"You forget that even my own parents are not what they seem" he noted as he twisted in his chair in order to make himself as comfortable as he could get.
"Nonetheless, it is good to see you again, Strider. And you must be Riebe" he said, being like his father to use any information to startle those who knew much and had no inhibitions in gloating about it. He didn't remember Strider, but he knew enough of him and the rest of the Sith Hunters to try to cause an unbalanced feel when he pointed out matters others didn't believe he could remember or know.

Writer
12-01-2007, 10:54 AM
Reibe smiled faintly. "Guilty as charged," she confirmed. "And no, I had not forgotten your parents... how could I? For they went through the same torture I and my companions were forced through... so long ago." A flicker of pain flashed in her eyes, but then it was gone. "That sort of thing hurts like nothing you could ever imagine... and the pain leaves its marks on you long after the process is complete. Tepe and Charna are... different in subtle ways than they were when I first came to know them."

She shrugged, as if to say, 'it matters little', and smiled at Iarod. "So I hear you've taken up bounty hunting... and that you've gotten quite good at it."

Black Knight of Keno
12-01-2007, 11:38 AM
As Reibe spoke of his parents and the Sith Hunter machine, the man grunted. He had heard of the machine as well as about all that had come to pass in order for his parents to go through it.
"You know, my father still has one of your machines. He has locked it deep below a sithspawns' nest on Thule. You could expect such a move from a Sith Lord..." he said with a smirk, knowing the Sith habit of hiding machines which hold some of the greatest secrets in the universe below a wild beast's lair. It was like an unwritten code.

"Bounty hunter is such a... strong term" he noted and smiled at the woman's resourcefulness.
"I prefer the term 'tracker'. I handle tracking and discreet problem solving, nothing more" he said with a slight pride of the specific terms. Indeed, he was no ordinary bounty hunter, at least in his mind. He was one of the very few and select members of the Granse Confederacy, which few knew of before or after meeting one of their members. Even fewer knew the names of the members, taking only members knew the others and even then kept no record of them except in the deepest sections of their minds.

Writer
12-02-2007, 03:53 PM
"That sounds fantastically... vague," Reibe observed. She'd heard of the Granse Confederacy, but they were hard to get into... even for the HIN (Hunter Information Network). She grinned. "I do love a good mystery." She shrugged, as if dismissing the discussion.

"Well..." she said after a moment of silence. "What brings you here? And I mean both of you... Iarod and Strider." Gesturing to Strider, she wondered, "Remembering old haunts?" To Iarod, she speculated, "Visiting a place your father spoke highly of?"

Flamehart
12-15-2007, 01:31 AM
"Nice to see Tepe's legacy is still running around about the galaxy. Not causing too much trouble I hope," he said with a grin.

"Old haunts, huh? I'm probably nearing the five thousand point by now and you guys think i'm still young enough to go adventuring, what's wrong with you guys?"

Writer
12-30-2007, 08:24 PM
Reibe smirked. "I'm not that far behind you, old man," she teased, "but I've still got more than enough energy to go around. What's the difference of a thousand years for us, at any rate? It's not like our bodies age... what's the matter, Strider... you think you've seen all there is to see?" She laughed. "Is sitting at Welmin's and drinking the same old thing your retirement plan?"

Flamehart
01-03-2008, 11:04 AM
"I've got all the time in the world, I can mix up the drinks in between the next few thousand years," he said with a big grin. "I'm too old to keep up with you youngsters, I'm just around for when you knuckleheads get yourselves into trouble and need someone who actually knows a thing or two to bust some chops every now and then and lay the road flat for you guys," Strider said teasingly, grinning at Riebe.

Writer
01-03-2008, 11:49 PM
"Ai ya!" Reibe exclaimed with a laugh. "The galaxy takes no urging from us to twist into unrecognizable form. Just think of how many changes it's been through from the times of our youth. You at near five thousand, I at near four." She sighed and shook her head. "I sometimes wonder if we are merely the glue that keeps things together... or perhaps the catalyst for greater, deeper changes."

Flamehart
01-04-2008, 02:08 PM
"Well, let's just say we've more or less become like the Force..or duct tape. We all have a light side and a dark side and we keep everything together," Strider said with a grin.

"Like I said, I'm getting too old to be doing all the work. You gotta get some youngsters to do all this stuff. Only problem with that is, they die alot faster these days," said the Sith Hunter with a strange macabre humor in his tone, grinning.

Black Knight of Keno
05-31-2008, 07:59 AM
((Time to bring this thread back into action))

In the dark corners of Welmin's Cantina, a figure shifted. The dark cloak around someone who was very familiar with the place opened slightly for a hand to grasp a large mug of blue milk. The mug rose to the hood and tilted until the milk started flowing to the waiting mouth of the person within. The mug was again lowered back to the table and the man relaxed.

As there was nothing moe to do, the man turned slightly to see the beings inside Welmin's at that moment. It was quiet. Almost too quiet for the likings of the old patron. From within the hood, two completely white eyes gleamed brightly, even if the man was not an Arkanian, but rather a Lorrdian. A long time and powerful forces had changed his eyes, yet something in the demeanor of the man said he was not the unconquerable evil, but rather a simple old man minding his own business. Not far from him a green-dressed mercenary-like character sat seemingly sipping also on blue milk, something mercenaries rarely did when off duty as this one seemed to be. Those knowing anything about the history of the shrouded man or his personality would know better. They would know better than think he was just an old man and that the green-dressed man was nothing but a mere mercenary. They would know better before or learn it the hard way.

Writer
06-01-2008, 01:57 AM
((This time through, I think it's time for some fresh character blood... maybe our old friends will show up eventually, but...))

Her clothing was wearing out, loose strands dangling at the ends of her pant legs and her shirt sleeves. It looked as if she might have been wearing them for years, taking them off only to be washed. Due to the lack of a weapons belt or any visible weapons, it might have been assumed that she was nothing more than a refugee, displaced from her home planet and left to wander wherever she could manage.

But her ice-blue eyes betrayed a sort of wildness, suggesting this woman in her early thirties was either a hunter... or was being hunted. As she stepped into the doorway, she paused, running a hand through her shoulder-length, wavy blonde hair, and glanced in turn at each of the cantina's patrons. For another moment, she stood there, her eyes half closed as if she were thinking something over. Then, her face brightened in a smile and she entered, moving to the bar and asking softly for a glass of water.

"Eh?" Welmin grumbled. "Water? All the drinks you can think of and you ask for..."

"Water," the woman repeated. "Yes, if you please."

Welmin stared at her in disbelief before opening his mouth to ask, "You mean..."

"Just water. You know, like rain in a glass." She smiled disarmingly and Welmin managed his sort of odd smile back. He handed her a glass and she passed him payment, which he handed back.

"On the house for the strange young lady," he said. Laughing, the woman pushed it back to him.

"No, no," she said. "I insist."

And with that, she moved away to a table, glass in hand.

Black Knight of Keno
06-01-2008, 02:44 AM
The hooded character watched the young woman enter before gulping down his blue milk. He exchanged a meaningful glance with the green-dressed man before standing up. A waitress droid scurried past to collect his empty mug and told him to have a nice day, as the droid was programmed to. The woman had by this point gotten her glass of water and moved for an empty table. The man followed.

Sitting down, the dark figure bowed his head slightly down so she couldn't see his eyes from below the hood.
"You are new around these parts. What brings you to Welmin's?" he asked, his voice deep and had a dark if not even to the point of having a slightly evil twist in it.
"Excuse my asking. I am a long time patron and a ... informal guardian of the place" he explained as if to have the woman calm down even if she was faced with a blunt question like his had been.

Writer
06-01-2008, 02:47 AM
The woman smiled as the figure sat down across from her, but she made no effort to speak until he was quite finished, though she wore a knowing smile as if she knew what he was about to say.

"I appreciate the explanation," she said lightly. "As to my purpose for being here..." She shook her head. "I was merely passing by, looking for a decent place to collect my thoughts. Welmin's was by far the best I looked in on, so here I am." She extended her right hand to him. "Andra Danning. And you are?"

Black Knight of Keno
06-01-2008, 02:59 AM
The figure looked at the woman's hand as it approached and heard her name. A grin appeared on the mans face as he tilted his head up and stared at the woman with his clear white eyes.
"Tepes Dantes" he said and instead of shaking her hand, took it into his and pulled it forwards to kiss it.

"No doubt you would know me by another name" he continued as he released the hand and pulled back.
"But that is the name my children use" the man stated as the grin turned into a smile. As he had reached for her hand, his cloak had shifted inadvertently to the side, revealing a lightsaber hanging on his belt. Due to the table she might not have noticed it, but it's still worthy of notice to others in the cantina. But what she did see as the cloak had shifted was that the inside of the cloak was dark crimson and the man's clothing beneath it were eloquently decorated with Sith runes amongst others.

Writer
06-01-2008, 07:41 PM
Andra paused thoughtfully. Truth be told, neither the name he had given, nor any other name came to mind immediately upon seeing his face and his apparel. So, she thought it best to explore options before coming to a conclusion as to what to say. For Andra was a precog, capable of seeing five minutes into the future and making her decisions in realtime based on what she found there. So, she fell silent, contemplating her options. Then...

She shook her head. "Should I have heard of you?" she asked innocently.

Black Knight of Keno
06-03-2008, 05:15 AM
The cloaked man stared at Andra before smirking.
"No, I believe you wouldn't have heard of me. Or at least the name I gave you" he said and removed the hood, revealing a white strip of hair on the front of an otherwise black hair coverage. His gleaming white eyes still stared at her when he calmly leaned forwards.

"Let me reintroduce myself. I am Darth Tepe" he said to her with a grin, choosing not to be pompous and start listing his several titles he had gotten during his establishment of the Sith Dominion as the primary evil in the Galaxy. These including Dark Lord of the Sith, Emperor of the Sith Dominion, Supreme Mandalore, Protector of Ossus and so on and so forth. In the end it was a massive style he went by, which he himself couldn't remember completely.

Writer
06-03-2008, 07:54 PM
Andra laughed cheerfully, for in one version of the future that she'd looked into, Tepe had listed all his titles. "I am afraid, Darth Tepe that you still find me unaware of the majority of your history. I'm..." She paused, frowning thoughtfully. "I'm... that is, I seem to have missed quite a number of years. Let me see..."

After a moment of thought, she nodded. "Last time I was aware of galactic events, Palpatine was Emperor... let's see... it was... a year and a half after the Battle of Yavin, as I recall... possibly two years..."

A flicker of surprise passed over her face, but it was soon lost, and she said nothing more.

Black Knight of Keno
06-07-2008, 05:52 PM
The Dark Lord gave a chuckle at the mentioned timeline.
"You have missed quite a lot then" Darth Tepe told her before leaning back in his seat.
"Four years after the Battle of Yavin, the Battle of Endor took place with the Rebellion winning over the Empire, destroying the second Death Star along with Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine. The Battle of Endor started a chain of events culminating in the formation of the still existing New Republic and led to the rebuilding of the Jedi Order. 19 years after Yavin, the remnants of the Empire and the New Republic brokered for peace. The following year the Sith Dominion began an explosive expansion against the two weak parties who were still deep down hostile against each others" he explained, a smug smile appearing on his face as he told the tale of how the Dominion was born.

Tepe glanced at Andra's face briefly before he smirked and leaned forwards.
"Now I control nearly all major planets on the Outer Rim and some very important systems on the Mid Rim. Unchallenged" he told her with a hint of proudness in his voice.

Before he continued, however, he twitched his head slightly to the side after prodding her through the Force.
"Tell me ... what are the chances for that" he said but did not let her start before finishing his own sentence with a simple word; "precog"

Writer
06-07-2008, 06:36 PM
She had seen his full monologue play out beforehand, and the part of it that had caused her previous look of surprise was that he had correctly determined that she was a precog. But by the time he had actually finished speaking, she was smiling.

"You're an intelligent sort of man, I see," she said. "In light of that, I find it readily believable that you could be telling the truth. However, I have only just..." She paused for a few seconds. "I have only just rediscovered the galaxy around me. But since you have so kindly indulged my ignorance, perhaps I had better return the favor."

She sat back in her chair. "As I said before, my name is Andra Danning, and I am a genius." In saying this, she was not gloating or bragging. Her words came out as a simple statement of fact. "In the time frame I mentioned before... no, I should start a year before the Battle of Yavin.

"I had assembled a team of highly intelligent people, for my mind was full of brilliant ideas for technological advancement. Due to my prior accomplishments, and the prior accomplishments of my team, we were sufficiently wealthy to go for at least five years without any further financial aid. So, we set ourselves up on Imperial Center..." She frowned. "Or is it Coruscant now?" She shook her head. "At any rate, that is where we were until just after the Battle of Yavin. But that is where our trail would have been lost to the general public.

"Once word had trickled in of the result of that battle, we were contacted by a woman called Ysanne Isard on behalf of the Emperor himself. A special project, based on ancient technology, long since lost to the galaxy. I was intrigued and spoke with the rest of the Team about it. In the end, we agreed. And so, the Jabos Team packed up and moved shop.

"I do not know which planet we were taken to, for it was too great a secret. All I know is that I was shown the ruins of ten ancient machines and asked to reconstruct a functioning version as best I could..."

"Let me guess," Tepe interrupted. "Sith Hunter machines?"

Andra shrugged. "I do not know what they were. But now that you mention the legends of the Hunters, it makes perfect sense that it would have been just this sort of machine that could have changed them in the ways the stories suggest." She nodded. "At any rate, my team and I set to work as best we could. The machines were in fragmented pieces. There was only one machine that might have been considered salvageable, but even it was not functional.

"So I had very little to go on, but I came up with a prototype. Just as I presented the design to my team, Isard came for a visit, bringing with her a contingent of security guards. She said the project was of utmost importance and required more security. I thought it a waste of personnel, but it was made very clear to me that it was not my decision.

"At any rate, we began construction of a prototype. It took a month and a half to complete. Upon its completion, I was forced by the chief of security, Captain Vaas Ardin to undergo the process myself, for I was unwilling that any life should be put at risk by my invention. I do not know how long after that process I awoke, but I am certain it was quite some time.

"When I awoke, I found myself completely disoriented. Based on the idea that this machine was built from a rough schematic of the Sith Hunter machines, I'd have to say something was different about mine. My machine brought about my precognition, though I'm still trying to figure out exactly what happened that caused that sort of change. At first, Captain Ardin kept a passive watch on me, and placed my team under watch as well. I have no doubt he intended to keep them for further testing of the machine, but I don't know if that ever took place. I was drugged and imprisoned within the facility.

"Ardin and his men tortured me to discover the extent of my ability. I think I escaped a total of fifteen times, but Ardin and his men had made sure the facility was completely sealed. Though I could escape my cell, I could not leave the facility. So I resigned myself to a more evasive form of rebellion. In whatever spare moments I was allowed, they let me continue smaller experiments I'd been working on before this nightmare project came into being. One of these was a matter transporter.

"Thanks to my new precognitive abilities, I was able to hide the most functional version of that technology from the guards. And when I had a reasonable number of successful attempts, I planted a virus in the facility's computer system. And then, I used my new device and got out... though not without pain."

She paused and smiled faintly, tugging at the collar of her shirt, pulling it down enough to reveal a bloody scab. "Ardin shot me as I was in transit. I could have dodged the shot, but I looked into my future and tried many different options. But there was no direction I could move that did not result in some form of catastrophe on the other side of my jump. So I took it. And now, from speaking with you, I learn that my jump was not entirely without incident after all."

With a thoughtful frown, she concluded. "Not only have I been transported through space, but I have found myself transported through time as well. The events that I have just related to you took place at roughly the same time as this Battle of Endor you mentioned, and it has only been a month since I used my device. I suppose it had to have been the difference between Human DNA and inanimate objects that tampered with the results of the transport."

Black Knight of Keno
06-07-2008, 07:24 PM
Darth Tepe sat silently for the rest of the story before she revealed the scar. He only smirked at the story and shook his head. The scar was nothing if it was the only physical pain she had endured due to her creation.
"The Sith Hunters or the machines that created them are not objects to be exploited" he told her, from his own experience mostly.

"So... The Imperials found the Watchtower. Intriguing. It took me years to even get a hint of the whereabouts due conventional means and the only way I eventually found it was due to a massive surge from it's location that rippled through the Force" Tepe noted before grinning.
"Riebe would never allow the Imperials to get their hands on the machines, however. I wonder if she herself knows of this ... perversion - so to say - of the Sith Hunter legacy" he said, more to himself than to or at Andra.

"Maybe you will one day meet her. For your sake I hope you will not, or it will not be a pleasant conversation nor will it be without pain" Tepe told Andra before smirking. She knew before it happened what was to happen. He knew it as well as she, but he did it nonetheless to prove a point.
"However, it is disappointing you were only shot as a result of going through a copy of the Sith Hunter machine. Your voyage was without pain. I went through the real machine. Observe and learn" he said before placing his index and middle fingers on her forehead, forcing emotions, feelings and memories of the ordeal into her mind. It was enough to make anyone tremble in a cold sweat unless they broke off the simple connection by pulling their head away from the fingers.

Flamehart
06-08-2008, 12:03 AM
A man in a dark, black cloak rested in the corner, his eyes rested firmly on the two conversationalists. He had short cut brown hair, navy blue eyes, and a young face, too young almost. However he carried an air of superiority and strength about his expression. He watched the two with severe interest, at the mention of the words "Sith Hunter" and "Watchtower." They were familiar to him, although why, neither would know if they took notice of him. He was not a familiar face, despite his familiarity with the Legacy of the Sith Hunters.

"What would they want with my master's legacy..." he thought to himself, watching them through his peripheral vision.

Writer
06-08-2008, 01:09 AM
"I never said it wasn't painful," Andra countered coldly. "You well know the pain of undergoing a form of genetic modification if you have indeed gone through the original machine. One of my team members told me I was unconscious for almost a full month after the process." She leaned forward. "But you speak of the Hunter Leader as if you knew her personally... oh." She looked mildly surprised. "You do."

She half-turned to face the door as a much more familiar face came into view there. Reibe Vailar stood in the doorway for a moment, hands on her hips before entering and coming to sit with Tepe and Andra. "What does he?" she asked.

Andra's eyes flicked from Tepe to Reibe and back several times in rapid succession. Then, she said. "He knows you."

Reibe smiled faintly. "I should say he does." To Tepe, she asked, "How's life? How's Charna?"

Flamehart
06-08-2008, 01:11 AM
The man's eyes narrowed at the entrance of Reibe.

"If she's here...then why isn't he?" he thought to himself. He seemed almost disappointed suddenly, watching the now three cantina inhabitants even closer.

Black Knight of Keno
06-08-2008, 03:35 AM
As the familiar face entered the doorway, Tepe's head dropped and he shook it several times. From his body language anyone could tell that this was not a turn of events the Sith Lord had wished for.
"Oh, great" he mumbled before straightening himself when Reibe approached and sat down next to them.

"Busy, busy. Trying to take over the Universe and all that" Tepetold Reibe and glanced at Andra.
"We were just talking about you. It seems this..." he started before questioning himself silently of the course of action he would take now.
"...precog has copied and perverted a Sith Hunter machine. Back in the day" he told Riebe before continuing once more to finish with mentioning a group of people Riebe would not be happy to hear about for as far as his experience told him.
"For the Imperials"

A grin appeared on the Sith's face as he looked at Riebe.
"The Empire on Watchtower. Well isn't that something. Tsk tsk. Sloppy, Riebe"

Writer
06-08-2008, 10:31 PM
"Of course she did," Reibe said, ignoring Tepe's comment of sloppiness. "And what makes you think she was unwelcome?" With a faint smile, she turned to Andra and went on. "Andra Danning is the most brilliant person you'll probably ever meet... even with as long a lifespan as we have. The fact that it was the Emperor's will that she be there was only a minor irritation, and it was resolved after the rest of..."

"Oh, Force!" Andra exclaimed abruptly. "The rest of my team! Are they alright?"

Reibe smiled kindly. "Most of them, yes. After you escaped, they were forced one by one to undergo the procedure. The results were different every time. Two died, one is a telepath, one a telekine, one has the power to create and control fire, another has the rival ability of water. Jena Keller is... well, she's like a Sith Hunter."

Andra leaned forward breathlessly. "Where are they?"

"They work for me," Reibe answered. "And their purpose is to look for you."

Andra rose, her chair toppling over backward in her haste. "I must find them."

"Sit down, Andra," Reibe ordered sternly. "I have called for them. They are on their way." Turning to Tepe, she went on, "Upon their escape, the Jabos team destroyed the facility they'd been working in, along with the security contingent Ysanne Isard left there. When that happened, I approached them, recruited them. I sent them against Isard, taking the test location from her and anyone else who knew of the Watchtower. They awoke with severe headaches and holes in their databanks. Holes that could not be repaired."

She smiled. "The Jabos Team works for me... and I seriously hope their leader will join with me also."

Andra was silent for a moment. Then, she said, "You are perfectly ready to give me proof that my friends trust you. For that reason, I trust you." With an edge of eagerness, she asked, "How soon will they be here?"

"Last time I heard from them, they were on the Outer Rim," Reibe answered. "It shouldn't be long."

"So you see, Tepe," Reibe said with a smile, "I wasn't being sloppy. I knew what was going on, and as soon as my purpose for it had run out, the leak was stopped up. Had it been allowed to grow, you would have found the planet with much greater ease." She grinned at him as if to say, "Don't underestimate my awareness."

Flamehart
06-09-2008, 03:07 AM
"Then would you happen to be aware of the location of a certain Strider Flamehart?" the man finally spoke, rising and stepping forward, facing the small group. He had a young face, he could be no older than perhaps 19 or 20, yet he seemed overconfident and defiant despite the celebrity presence he stood before. He wore dark robes, and a lightsaber hilt hung loosely at his belt, the design, although was not exact, was similar to the hilt of someone else that Tepe and Reibe were more than familiar.

"If you are so aware, and if you are indeed Reibe, leader of the Sith Hunters, then you should know of his whereabouts," he declared.

Black Knight of Keno
06-09-2008, 04:04 AM
"Oh, great. More Sith Hunters" Tepe groaned after Reibe told the tale.
"That's all I need in this Galaxy. More Sith Hunters to hound my business" he continued to groan and looked at Reibe before another voice broke into the conversation. Tepe noted that the green-dressed man sitting still at his table looked at the approaching man and was very anctious to draw a blaster. Slowly Tepe shook his head at him to deny him the pleasure before turning to see the young fellow. He glanced at the lightsaber hilt and grinned.

"Let me guess. You're a pupil seeking his master?" he asked, more rhetorically than anything else. It wasn't hard to figure it out, since the last hour of his life had led him fro a peaceful drink to a precog, followed by a massive expansion of Sith Hunters and now all it needed was more Sith Hunters to make his day one of the worst in his life so far.
"Last time I had any clue of Strider's whereabouts I was a very happy man. Having Strider vanish from my scope always brings trouble, may he mean it or not. That's equally opposite to the rest of the Sith Hunters" he said, glancing at Reibe with a teasing grin.

Flamehart
06-09-2008, 04:03 PM
"If you call someone who deserts you during his training a master," the young man said. He seemed rather bitter about the whole situation, yet there was something else more to the story it seemed. Perhaps he had been abandoned in a particularly painful manner, or judging by his anger over the situation, sought revenge.

Writer
06-10-2008, 11:59 PM
"Now wait just a minute," Reibe objected, frowning. "The Jabos Team are not Sith Hunters. I mentioned one of their team that turned out like us. Meaning, she ages slowly and her natural Force sensitivity is far more prevalent than it was before she went through the machine."

To the young man who'd trained under Strider, she said, "Now, young man, I shall address your first question, the one concerning Strider's whereabouts." She stood and pressed her hands against the table, leaning over it to come nearer to the young man's face. Then, she shrugged abruptly.

"Haven't a clue," she said. "I may be the Hunter Leader, and I may have my own galactic network of informants, but Strider has always excelled at avoiding informants. We have only ever received reports of his ship being sighted, but the validity of those claims is next to nothing."

She dropped back into her seat and concluded, "Sorry I can't be of more help to you, kid, but if Strider doesn't want to be found, not even his 'commander' can draw him out. Unless..." She frowned thoughtfully.

"I could spread the word through my network that I'm looking for him," she said slowly. "It might capture his attention enough to bring him here. But I must ask your intentions. You seem quite upset concerning the manner of his departure, which was clearly unexpected. I need to be fully aware of what sort of welcome I may be calling my old friend into."

Flamehart
06-11-2008, 12:13 AM
"He deserted me. Left my training unfinished, stranded me on a barren island and left me!" He snarled, throwing the table out from under Reibe with the Force. She could feel he had a strong command over his abilities, however she also saw what Strider saw, an over confidence that perhaps led Strider against continuing the boy's training, too hot headed, almost cocky. "The fool tricked me, afraid of confronting me when our beliefs began to divert, he is a coward," the boy declared. "Why would you be so concerned of calling him into a trap if you are so confident in his abilities?"

Writer
06-11-2008, 12:39 AM
Andra, watching wide-eyed, had scooted her chair back from the table seconds before the boy threw it; Reibe merely shifted her weight so as not to be dependent on the table for support.

"Was he the fool, or were you?" she asked calmly. "Perhaps Strider was trying to do you a favor by leaving you alone for a while, hmm?" She sighed and shook her head. "I'll put this to you very bluntly, kid. You're talented; that much is evident just looking at you. But..."

She lifted the table back into place. "... your temper is shorter than a Cathar's when he's hunting. You're confident in your skills to the point of cockiness. This leads you to needless actions, such as throwing the table away as you just did. Sure, it provides a vent for your frustration, but there are more valuable ways to vent your anger and pain."

Her eyes flashed dangerously. "And if you ever call Strider a coward again, I may have to beat some sense into you. When you say your beliefs began to divert from his... that is when he left you? Then that was when he realized that challenging your beliefs would go nowhere, in which case further training from him was a needless exercise in patience and testing the line in the sand, which crossing would ignite the fire of your temper.

"As to the question of concern for Strider's well-being if I were to call him here, I do not doubt that, with his skills he could soundly trounce you. So could I, for that matter, and with the two of us together, you wouldn't even stand a chance at holding your ground."

After a moment of intense silence, Andra spoke up, turning to the young man. "It's not worth it... your challenge. They'll outsmart you... every time."

Flamehart
06-11-2008, 12:42 AM
But the boy was too stubborn. He withdrew the hilt, and challenged Reibe. "A duel then. No Force tricks, just technique on technique." He glared at Reibe. "If you give, you help me find Strider, if I give, I will admit my overconfidence. Any other conditions you wish to add?"

Black Knight of Keno
06-11-2008, 03:57 AM
Tepe had only just managed to notice Andra's motion in time to move himself away from the soon flipping table as well. He continued to observe from that distance as the boy threatened Reibe, a major mistake.
"You know, Reibe. He does have a point about Strider. He does often leave at the brink of action. But it's also one of those Sith Hunter trad-" he stopped the sentence short as he received a more than a cold glance from Reibe.

At the moment when the boy drew his lightsaber, a cane hit his arm rather strongly. A seemingly old Feeorin man stood strong at 2.2 meters next to him and stared at the boy intensely, even if you could see from your first look at hims that he was blind as a bat. He gripped his cane strongly with one hand, so he had no trouble balancing himself, telling also of the cane's use for a blind man, even if he didn't seem to use it necessarily to tap a path ahead of him. For that he used some other technique still unrevealed to them.

"Lower your weapon, brash one" he said in a dark and deep tone of voice that could easily match that of Darth Vader's. From the man's attire one could see he was an old journeyman and what robes he seemed to wear were tattered, worn and at least a generation or two old. There were no weapons on the man except for the cane, which made sense since a blind man can't shoot too well at anything, even if they knew where their enemy was. The Feeorin turned his eyes one by one to glance at the rest of the people sitting at the table before turning to stare at the brash young man again.

Flamehart
06-11-2008, 03:02 PM
"And what are you going to do about it, old man?" The young man retorted, glaring at him. He turned to Tepe, "Yeah, that's what they all do. Run when things get heated. Only a few times in History have they stuck around for the long run, and Strider more so than others. He can't face conflict because it reminds him too much of his past, he's a coward," he said, glaring back at Reibe.

Black Knight of Keno
06-11-2008, 03:48 PM
The Feeorin removed the cane from the boy's arm before taking a two-hand grasp of the other end of it. His hands twisted the cane and pulled, exposing a small hidden locker inside holding what seemed like a single-hand lightsaber hilt which was identical at both ends. The 'old man' ignited an orange blade before dropping his cane and then igniting a green blade from the other end and twirling it around before bringing it to his front. Now they could see clearly that the man had built at some point in his life a similar lightsaber than the one wielded by Exar Kun.

"This old man can beat you in combat any time, brash one" he stated and stepped back, bracing himself into what seemed like a modified form from the Makashi opening stance with one blade behind his back and the other pointing towards the floor.

Tepe still sat, placing his other hand on the hilt of his lightsaber but not drawing it. This situation was going to hell and he knew it quite well. Reibe could strike down the boy faster than one could say 'no kitteh, this is my pot pie' but the new blind person who seemed like some sort of jedi he had no clue of. This person could quite well be powerful and skilled enough to beat the boy. And he wielded a weapon that normal Jedi and Sith would find as irregular and unique in combat. Enough so to put him one step ahead in any combat he entered with anyone who hadn't seen Exar Kun wield his saber.

Flamehart
06-11-2008, 11:58 PM
"Then let this be the demonstration," the boy remarked. A dark blue blade ignited, very similar in color to the one of Strider's, though slightly lighter. He twirled the blade about briefly and stopped in a stance, one that suprised both Reibe and Tepe to see him imitate. Strider's fighting style. The question is, did the boy really know it? There was a look of concentration, focus in his eyes as he gazed at the old man's stance, studying it.

"Age before beauty, old man. Make your first move."

Black Knight of Keno
06-12-2008, 03:31 AM
The 'old man' inhaled before starting to make a sort of a ticking sound. It served as a form of echolocation and psychological thing before a fight. More correctly, he was measuring up the man to know what kind of movements he should expect from him. His ears twitched, focusing on the hum of the opponent's blade before the man stopped the noise and twirled his lightsaber once above his head and stabbed forwards, his other hand taking a grip at the wrist to give more weight for the attack. He expected this to be an easily blocked attempt at an attack that only novices would have a hard time on. The Feeorin man was obviously still testing the man before he would start the real duel. After the attack he stood back from attacking and gave the boy his chance at it, rather only counterattacking when the boy made the mistake of giving an opening. It seemed the Feeorin man was taking this much like a sparring session than a real combat, yet Tepe knew and probably everyone else knew as well that the boy was extremely serious about it.

Flamehart
06-12-2008, 01:39 PM
The boy blocked the strike effortlessly, however, as Reibe probably expected from seeing Strider in action, the block set off a chain of offensive counterattacks that seemed to chain endlessly at the old man's defense. The style was unlike anything the old man had seen, unless he had known Strider. The young man finally ceased his chain, holding his blade at the ready once more. He knew exactly what he was doing, and even though he could sense the old man did not take him seriously, he would prove himself soon enough.

"If you really think analyzing me is going to get anywhere, I wouldn't count on it. Unless you've got some better tricks up your sleeve, you're wasting your time," the boy taunted.

Black Knight of Keno
06-12-2008, 02:53 PM
The old man blocked just as easily the boy's strikes before grinning smugly at his words.
"Unless you have better tricks up your sleeve, this combat is already over, kid" the man noted before twirling his lightsaber and going into a flurry of attacks. Whenever one blade was blocked, the other began swinging towards the boy's body until either person was forced to back down.

As the combat paused, the 'old man' began to twirl his lightsaber in front of himself to form an almost disorienting orb protecting the man from an attack while being a psychological attack in itself. The Feeorin Jedi pulled his cane up into his free hand with the force. The cane had closed automatically once the lightsaber was removed and the cane dropped. The cortosis alloy surface of the cane was his backup weapon in fights like this, acting as a defense when his lightsaber failed him or he was busy attacking with it.

Flamehart
06-12-2008, 03:38 PM
Suprisingly enough, the boy kept up with the old man's attacks with incredible ease, his blade nothing but a blue blur as it deflected each and every attack.

"I could do this blindfolded, if I really wanted to. Is that all you've got, geezer?"

Black Knight of Keno
06-12-2008, 04:13 PM
The old man launched another attack against the boy, but a silver lightsaber blade intervened, easily disarming the old man from his dual-bladed lightsaber before the cane was ripped from his hand via the force. Darth Tepe had stood up in defense of the Cantina's contents. The double-bladed lightsaber had landed on the floor and deactivated as lightsabers are known to do. As for the silver lightsaber, some patrons could easily identify it as one of a certain Kilmor Katarn if they had been around during the Jedi's stay in Welmin's.

"The killing goes on in the sparring room" he told them before turning the blade towards the boy.
"As for you, you should not try anything. I have dueled both Reibe and Strider to a standstill with them alone and together. And I doubt you have either of their skills" Tepe noted before giving the cane back to the blind man who also picked up his lightsaber. The Feeorin grunted as he stepped back and bowed out of the dueling match.

"Now, can we have at least some sort of a civilized conversation?" Tepe asked while still holding the silver blade ready.

Writer
06-14-2008, 01:36 AM
"I fear there will be no civilized conversation until the boy comes to terms with the skill of a Hunter," Reibe said with a faint smile. She scowled at the boy as she withdrew from the table and gestured for him to follow her to the sparring room. Andra watched them go, appearing to be concentrating on something going on inside her mind. Finally, she shook her head.

"The kid's a hopeless case," she said aloud. Nodding to where Reibe and the kid were just entering the sparring room, she went on, "I looked ahead to see how things would go if I followed them to watch. They were so focused on one another that they didn't even notice me... and it's like I said earlier... he doesn't stand a chance."

She looked at Tepe. "But you knew that too... you said you've fought both Reibe and Strider before... and here I was, under the impression you were on casually friendly terms at least..."

Black Knight of Keno
06-14-2008, 04:56 PM
The silver blade retracted into the grip as Reibe led the boy away. The Dark Lord hung the lightsaber hilt on his belt before taking his seat again, looking towards the sparring room. It was somewhat ironic he had managed to grab Kilmor's lightsaber in order to warn the boy about leaving the killing to the sparring room, since it was there where he got the lightsaber in the first place. As Andra began to speak, Tepe turned to see her before smiling. Genuinely smiling.

"I've fought all of the current Sith Hunters at one point or another, Reibe and Strider just the ones worth mentioning" he told her before glancing over at the Feeorin man that had taken up a stool by the bar.
"But we are on friendly terms, to some extent. We originally befriended each others here in this very Cantina" he told her before abruptly stopping and chuckling.
"Although it wasn't exactly this very Cantina. This place has been rebuilt a few times since I first entered" the Sith said while turning to see Andra again.

"In any case, one can't build a Sith empire without having to deal with the Sith Hunters. I learned that the hard way, even though it was fun kicking them around a bit" Tepe told her and continued to chuckle at the memories.

Writer
06-14-2008, 07:01 PM
Andra laughed. "I expect they took no small pleasure in doing the same to you. From what I've seen of Reibe, it's a surprise to hear that she ever stopped fighting..." She shook her head. "And really, I can only imagine that she fought other battles in the times when the galaxy could not find her..."

Abruptly, her voice trailed off and she looked toward the doorway.

"Odd about my team, though," she said softly, but there was a sharp edge to her voice. "She mentioned two dead, then five others with special abilities... I had five on my team." She frowned. "Did Ardin put some of his own men through the machine?"

Suddenly, she scowled. "Tritch. Tercel..."

At that moment, five people entered Welmin's Cantina. Were it not for the appearance of one of the two women, Andra probably would not have recognized them. These were the remaining members of the Jabos Team, plus two additions from Ardin's security team.

"Caution," said the apparent leader of the five, holding a hand outstretched beside him. Though streaks of gray now found their place in his near-black hair, Andra now recognized him. Dannar Mitkin. He turned to the two men Andra had identified as 'Tritch' and 'Tercel'. "She is suspicious of your presence."

"I can remedy that," Kos Tritch said. The eldest of the five, his hair was fully gray now, and his face was etched with wrinkles of stress and old age. Dannar shook his head.

"No," he said. "It is I who must show her the truth. She'll not accept your word, Kos."

"I can help!" This exclamation came from the one who seemed the youngest of the group, but Tepe could tell that this was not the case. This brown-haired beauty was the one of the group who'd turned out like the Sith Hunters, with a slow aging process and a powerful Force connection. Dannar nodded.

"Of course, Jena," he agreed. Then, they approached the table.

"Hi, Andra," Jena Keller said softly. "Let us in..."

Dannar sat down on Andra's other side and placed a hand on her forehead. For several long seconds, there was silence. At one point, Andra gasped. Then, they were silent once more, this time for a few minutes. Finally, Dannar and Jena drew back and Andra sat stock still. Slowly, she turned to face Kos Tritch and Grayson Tercel.

Softly, she said, "Welcome to the Team. Sit. All of you. I've been making friends with..."

"Darth Tepe," Jena observed, offering the man an almost Sith Hunter-esque bow of respect. "We're familiar with him." She smiled faintly. "You see, Andra... we have lived through the history you jumped over."

"I daresay you have!" Andra sighed mournfully. "I scarcely recognized most of you..." Suddenly, she seemed to realize that Tepe did not personally know anyone on her team.

"Darth Tepe, may I present my Team," she said. "Dannar Mitkin, Jena Keller, Ruya Faal, Jena Keller, and our latest additions, Kos Tritch and Grayson Tercel."

As each of them were introduced, they presented their abilities to Tepe.

Dannar Mitkin whispered to Tepe's mind, Telepath.

At Jena Keller's introduction, a gentle wave of the Force washed over him, and he could clearly see that she had not aged in the last thirty or forty years.

Ruya Faal held up her right hand and a small ball of water formed over it.

With Kos Tritch, Tepe felt a gentle nudge, the power of telekinesis.

And finally, Grayson Tercel held his left hand out, similar to what Ruya had done. But instead of water, a small fireball formed above his palm.

Andra looked at her team, frowned down at the table, glanced at Darth Tepe and the door to the sparring room, and sighed.

"We'll need a bigger table."

Black Knight of Keno
06-14-2008, 07:40 PM
Tepe raised an eyebrow at the group, staying silent as they first bickered amongst themselves and then introduced themselves. Or rather, showed off while Andra introduced them. However, he did manage to fit in there a small gesture similar to a bow with his head to Jena when she gave him her bow. As they showed off, Tepe smirked at each of their abilities before responding to most of them simultaneously.

To Dannar Mitkin he responded a cold whisper; The Force.

To Jana Keller he responded with the exact same she had greeted him with, albeit nearly twice as strong of a wave of the Force.

To Kos Tritch he simply gave a nudge via the Force, imitating his telekinesis rather well.

As far as Ruya Faal and Grayson Tarcel went, he couldn't imitate their powers per sé, but he could instead raise a hand and had a bright blue lightning trickle along his fingers, forming arcs between his spread fingers and forming a sort of an orb on his palm.

This was not to show himself off, but rather to serve as a reminder for them to kep their feet on the ground, for any force user with any talent in the art of utilizing their gift could still keep them at bay. When Andra finally spoke again, Tepe smiled and stood up. He glanced over at Welmin and snapped his fingers.
"You got that new booth installed yet?" he asked and Welmin nodded, pointing towards a somewhat larger looking booth than the rest in the joint that was situated between the entrance and the bar. Not a big of a change and something many wouldn't even notice until they really started looking at the place.
"Thanks. Get these folks some drinks as well. You know where to send the bill too" Tepe said to Welmin before gesturing toward the larger table and booth. As they all sat down, Darth Tepe took a seat at the end of the table and glanced over at Jena.

"You did not seem too happy to see me, Jena" he noted with a grin.
"Must be a natural thing when one goes through a Sith Hunter machine ... with the right end result, that is"

Writer
06-14-2008, 07:45 PM
"On the contrary," Jena answered pleasantly, "I was merely surprised to discover you keeping Andra company. I suppose, in retrospect that it ought not to have been a great surprise. Reibe said you're quite attached to this place."

"Indeed she did," Dannar said. "And speaking of Reibe, she said she was here also..."

"In the sparring room," Andra answered, gesturing over her shoulder to the door of the mentioned room. "Teaching an arrogant kid a few things about just exactly how young he is and how little he knows."

"Sounds fun," Jena chuckled. "And it sounds like her. I can't count the number of times in my brief training sessions she's had to beat me down a bit." She grinned. "Always teaching, that one."

"Always learning too," Tritch pointed out. "She's learned a few tricks about fighting a telekine. Stuff like, she can't touch me if I'm fully encased in telekinetic shielding." He chuckled softly. "I can hold my own against her, but I can't do much else."

Dannar shrugged. "I can't even do that. I can project illusions into her mind, but she always seems to be able to tell what's real and what's not."

"I'd be interested in seeing how well a precog can match up against a Force adept," Andra observed thoughtfully. Jena grinned and pulled something off her belt. It was a lightsaber hilt, which she slapped down on the table.

"Let's have us a match, then?" she challenged. To Tepe she asked, "Is the sparring room so named because there's only one room? Or is there enough space that we might be able to find some room also?"

Black Knight of Keno
06-15-2008, 01:13 PM
"Hm. Reibe talks about me, does she? No doubt she's warned you about me as well" Tepe noted and grinned at Jena. Observing their conversation, he concluded that nobody else but maybe Tritch showed any promise in being any sort of threat. Of course Jena was one as well, but he had already converted one Sith Hunter to his side. When the idea of a precog fighting against a force user came up, a sly smile appeared on Tepe's face, even if he bowed his head down to hide it to some extent.

"The sparring room is ... Well, it's a place where you don't want to be when there's a serious duel going on there" he said before raising his head and looking at Jena.
"There is another sparring room as well, but it's in slight disrepair. I think it's currently being used as a temporary storage for training droids. It's been a while since I last trained here, so I don't know for sure" he told her before pulling the lightsaber into his hand across the table. He ignited it, looked at the blade and deactivated it again. He observed the hilt, glanced at Andra and then chuckled.

"It will be an uneven match between the two of you, no matter if she would know where your lightsaber was coming from or not" the Sith told Jena before smirking.
"But you know this" Tepe continued before standing up and chuckling at the pure idea of it.
"Well, follow me to the sparring room then if you wish to try it out. The rest of you can stick around and drink all you want"

Flamehart
06-16-2008, 12:29 PM
(Sorry I've been busy with work. Postage time)

The boy took his place on the far end of the sparring room and turned to face Reibe, smirking some.

"I know you all think I am a fool, but I will prove otherwise," the boy swore, looking at Riebe, his eyes focused on her as she took her stance. "I know what I'm doing, and you'll see that soon enough," he continued. He knew Reibe wouldn't take him seriously until he proved himself. Deep down, it wasn't resent that he held for Strider, but a will to prove he was ready to learn what Strider had refused to teach him. "Maybe showing that I can go toe to toe with the Sith Hunters will prove I'm ready," he thought to himself. He reached outward and used the Force to deactivate the lights in the room, surrounding them in pitch black. A lone blue blade ignited itself in the far end of the room, held in the peculiar stance that was Strider's old form.

"Surely you're familiar with this. Let's begin!"

Writer
06-16-2008, 08:39 PM
"Don't rule me out before the match is started," Andra laughed. In reply, Tritch stood and drew a sword from his belt. It was almost like a rapier in style, but the blade was a little longer and a little wider, making it suitable for combat against even broadswords.

"Take this," he offered to Andra. "Blade's a cortosis alloy. You ought to be able to hold your own against Jena with this."

Jena grinned. "We'll have to get Reibe to have one made for you, too," she told Andra. They followed Tepe to the sparring room.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

Reibe casually unhooked her lightsaber from her belt and held the unusually long hilt out in front of her. Just as methodically, she ignited first one end, and then the other. Both blades glowed burnt-orange and she smiled faintly over the hilt at the young man.

"Come at me," she encouraged.

Black Knight of Keno
06-17-2008, 04:13 AM
When they entered the second sparring room, the room was silent and unlit to the point that nothing past the ray of light from the doorway could be seen. When Tepe entered the room and switched the lights on, the droid went online and slowly one by one they shook and rose up from their slumped position with the assistance of their servomotors. Tepe looked around before pushing the other two back with a grin.

"Excuse me. I'd forgotten that I attached them to the light switch. They'll be hostile after they boot up" the Sith told them before walking to the center of the room. He took out his red lightsaber and ignited it, raising the blade in a ready stance by his side. The droids, varying in armor plating and size as well as weaponry due to the several rebuilds they'd gone through, started walking towards him, repeating their programming; 'Kill meatbag'

When the first droid came close enough, Tepe swung his lightsaber once beside him before attacking. He sliced the droid neatly into several large pieces before moving on to the next droid. At some point he eventually was surrounded and began to make broader attack that took many out at once. Finally Tepe shut off the lightsaber a mere minute and a half after he had ignited the blade. As he walked towards the two women, there were still two droids standing. The other attempted to move it's leg and it resorted with the leg falling off, causing a domino effect in which the whole droid fell into pieces one hitting the other droid that did the same.

"The room is all yours" he said before launching a rather massive fore wave behind himself, effectively cleaning the droids into a pile on the other side of the room. As the door hissed shut, the Sith looked at Andra and Jena going to take up their positions.
"Remember that the blade is no better than the person wielding it. Focus" he told Andra before taking up a meditative position beside the door, levitating himself to about two meters off the ground before clapping for them to start. He was interested in the outcome himself.

Flamehart
06-17-2008, 11:40 AM
"Have at you, then," the boy responded. He was a blue blur as he went straight in with a flurry of attacks. Although Reibe was surely able to easily block or counter his attacks, she found herself having to admit, the boy was more than formidable with his blade. He knew what he was doing, and it was an exact carbon-copy of Strider's old technique. There was something lacking though from it. Personality, perhaps, the one weakness of Strider's technique, that was more of a bait into messing up than a true weakness. Something about the style was exactly the same though - Strider fought with astonishing agility, and so did the boy. He was a flurry of endless chains, never seeming to tire. Finally their blades locked and the limited glow of the blades managed to illuminate enough to allow their eyes to meet.

"What do you think?" he asked, a brief smirk crossing his lips.

Writer
06-17-2008, 09:11 PM
Reibe held against his blade for a moment, nodding her head in approval. "Not bad," she said. Abruptly, she slid her right hand down the length of her hilt and dug a fingernail into a narrow groove at the hilt's center. The saber split in two and Reibe shoved the kid's lightsaber away from her own, smoothly lifting both halves of her saber and slashing at the kid diagonally. But even one of her youngest students could have seen that one coming once the staff had split in two. But now, she began to use her own form of saber combat, or rather two of them.

In all her years of fighting, Reibe had learned that it was better to take your opponent by surprise than to repeat the same movements until your opponent discovered a weakness. It was for this reason that her lightsaber was designed to come apart as it did. Now in her fighting, she alternated between the dual sabers and the saber staff, connecting and separating the two halves of the staff and switching fighting forms, graceful and effortless, in the blink of an eye.

"You seem to have captured all of Strider's form and none of his character," she observed. "The form is all cut and dried to you." She shook her head. "The only way you would be able to prevail with that bore is if someone slipped up and let you."

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

For a moment, neither woman moved. Then, Andra let out a yelp of surprise. "Don't use the Force on me!" she exclaimed. "If it is to be a fair fight, you have to fight on my level."

Jena grimaced. "I didn't do anything," she protested. Andra shot her a withering glare.

"You were going to," she shot back. Jena held up her hands in surrender.

"Alright!" she sighed. "No Force."

At that moment, she charged, lighting her saber as she swung it downward toward Andra's head. Casually, Andra deflected the blow with Tritch's sword. Then, she spun rapidly, bringing the sword around toward Jena's left side. Jena blocked the blow and began a rapid series of strikes which Andra dodged and blocked with what seemed like relative ease.

"Suppose it helps to know exactly where a blow's going to land before it gets there," Jena observed. "Tell me, Andra... how does it work?"

"I can't tell you how many times during this fight you've injured me," Andra answered. "Every strike, a hit. That's what I see, what I feel... what I prevent by taking action." She blocked another blow. "You lopped off my right arm there... but hearing this, you're loosing your nerve. Your blows aren't coming as hard. Singed my ribs there... ooh, gotcha!"

Jena was puzzled at this last comment until Andra brought the flat of her blade down hard on the Force adept's hands. With a startled yelp, Jena dropped her lightsaber and its ice-blue blade winked out. Andra grinned.

"You let yourself focus too much on who you were fighting," she told her old friend. "Shall we try again? Limited Force power this time. Don't want you flying blind against someone who can get under your skin like that." She winked. Jena nodded and her lightsaber flew up into her hand once more, ice-blue blade flickering on.

"Come at me!" she challenged. With a grin, Andra met her challenge.

Flamehart
06-17-2008, 10:16 PM
The boy scoffed at her, glaring, "and that is where you are wrong!" The boy suddenly left, somersaulting overhead and swinging downward at her while passing overhead. He suddenly struck with a new ferocity, his blade following different patterns now. Strider's technique was still evident, however backed by what now seemed to be personal touches on the style. His own additions seemed rough and unrefined compared to Strider's graceful style, however it could be these rough edges that could possibly bait the enemy into taking advantage of a visible weakness.

Writer
06-17-2008, 10:40 PM
For a time, Reibe went on the defensive, observing his 'personal touches' with the faintest trace of a smile on her lips as she connected the two halves of her saber once more. "See, the thing you don't know in your 'rough edges', you're actually genuinely leaving me room to move... there!"

She struck forward, only to be blocked, split her saber, thrust swiftly three times. Block, block, block. She laughed out loud. "My, my!" she said softly. "You're not bad, I'll give you that."

After a few moments of continued clashing, she asked a question which seemed to come out of the blue. "What's your name, kid?"

Flamehart
06-17-2008, 10:49 PM
The boy moved in quickly after the blocks, pushing her lightsaber down and bringing his blade awfully close, before he recoiled at her request for his name.

"What does it matter? You can call me Eli. My full name is Elysium," He responded. He kept his blade in a ready position. She knew he would not sacrifice the fight, but she also knew, and he also knew, that he could not defeat her, but he could prove his skill. And that's what he wanted.

Writer
06-18-2008, 12:55 AM
"Then tell me, Elysium," she said, deliberately using his full name to address him, "if you are so confident in your skills, what is it you seek from the Sith Hunters? Strider's whereabouts? Even I, one of his closest friends cannot give you that. Further training? By your own admission your views and beliefs differ from ours, so you will not find what you are looking for in that direction either."

She connected the halves of her saber for a swift, spinning attack, then disconnected the two immediately thereafter and hurling a flurry of at least eight strikes from seemingly random directions. But as time moved forward, it became evident that the strikes were not even remotely random. Instead, they were calculated to make Eli work his absolute hardest to keep up with her. This, he managed... almost. But after nearly a full minute of this strange, haphazard-like striking, Reibe caught his blade between both of hers. In a move that was almost too fast to see, she then brought her right leg up, her foot crashing into the boy's hand, and sending his lightsaber flying.

Attempting to recover his lost weapon, Eli thrust his hand out in its direction, but Reibe executed a flying leap, kicking the kid to the ground, connecting her saber back into one piece, shutting one blade off, sweeping Eli's saber out of the air. She came down on her feet, standing just inches from his head. One orange blade and one blue blade came down, criss-crossed at his neck.

"Yield," Reibe said softly. "And answer my question. What do you seek?"

Flamehart
06-18-2008, 01:42 AM
"I seek my training to be completed. He told me I didn't have what it took to comprehend what I'd been taught. It took me months to escape that planet, but I did, using everything he taught me. I want to find him to prove that I'm ready to face what he dared to say I couldn't do. He called me too unfocused, too brash. I've proven i can focus on my tasks," Eli answered. With that, he yielded, knowing that the fight was over, but that he at least proved his ability.

Writer
06-20-2008, 02:30 AM
Reibe nodded and shut off both lightsabers, extending a hand to help the boy to his feet. "I do not know where Strider is, but I will call for him. It may be that you have just passed one of the greatest tests you will ever encounter. On the other hand, you are still too unfocused. You allow emotion to get the better of you when you should get the better of it. Evidenced by your name calling and brash challenges."

She frowned thoughtfully. "You may have passed a test by your focus, but you still have much to learn, young one. Wait for me at the table. I will call for Strider and we shall see if he comes."

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Andra and Jena were locked in rapid-fire exchange of thrusts and swings, each one carefully blocked at the very last second. Twice, Jena had tried to gain the advantage by gentle nudges through the Force, but Andra always seemed to counteract the nudge by leaning just slightly into it half a second before it hit, thus making Jena's balance ruining attempt a stabilization for Andra.

"You're good," Jena said, finally taking a step back. Andra grinned and tapped her forehead.

"Foreknowledge," she chuckled. "It's a wonderful thing." After a pause, she gestured to Jena to leave the sparring room and went on, "You still have the advantage, though. If our rules had allowed you full use of the Force, you would have easily defeated me. Trust me... in a possible future, I dared you to turn yourself all the way on..." She shuddered.

Jena blushed. "In the heat of a sparring session, I can only imagine..."

"I witnessed," Andra said. "Remind me to never get on your bad side."

Jena smiled faintly. "That's a promise."

Flamehart
06-20-2008, 03:57 AM
"Trust me...that won't be necessary," said a bold voice from the doorway. A pair of dark blue, piercing eyes could be seen, dressed in familiar black robes with blood red designs and trim.

"Sure, kid, you can fight, you can prove that you can focus on the task at hand, and you can prove to me that you've at least mastered the skills and techniques I've taught you to survive, but you're still a foolish idiot," and with that, the man, obviously Strider, lifted his hand and the boy was hurled violently into the opposing wall.

"What are you talking about?" The boy grunted, wincing and standing to his feet. Strider crossed to the center of the room.

"Maybe Reibe beat some humility into you, I don't know, but for someone I invested the time I did teaching you everything I know, my last legacy, you have been surely disrespectful about how you handle it!" Strider shouted, thrusting another force wave at Eli.

Eli thrusted his own hand forward, emitting a counteracting Force wave. Suprisingly enough, it cancelled Strider's. Eli's blade was summoned from the floor to his grip, and the fight ensued. Eli's style against Strider was very different than how it was used against Reibe. It was very alive, very personable, however it seemed that Strider's challenging nature was what awakened the perfection that lay dormant in Eli. The fight was brief, however, lasting only a few minutes, when Strider finally disarmed Eli in what seemed a very simple, effortless manner, pushing his lightsaber down in a lock and kicking it from his hands and thrusting him back to the wall once again.

"You rely on inspiration and challenges to motivate yourself...That's wrong. Those inspirations will not be there forever. You need to become your own person, and stop relying on what you've been taught. You need to realize your own potential and act on it, not call upon it when forced to. Do I have to tell you everything?" Strider growled.

"With all do respect, Master," Eli scoffed, standing up. "I'm Nineteen. You're a whole five thousand years ahead of me or something like that."

"...You've got a lot of learning to do then," Strider said, glaring at him. "I suppose Reibe proved something today. You have a stronger handle on what you're doing. You know how to apply yourself, which I previously believed you could not. You're using the power i've given you for the wrong reasons. If you can open your eyes to that, then maybe i might be able to teach you something."

"Well then, teach me. After fighting Reibe...I think I can be more accepting of criticism," Eli offered, looking directly back at Strider.

Strider sighed and looked at Reibe. "There's one thing I hate about this kid..." he muttered. When she replied asking what, he shot an eye back at Eli and answered. "He reminds me too much of myself at his age..." and with that, he turned and walked out the door back into the Cantina, moving to his old table. Eli rose, and quietly left the dueling room after recovering his lightsaber.

Black Knight of Keno
06-20-2008, 04:33 AM
Tepe slowly lowered himself towards the ground, placing a foot down when he was at the proper height and then added the second leg. It was a smooth movement he had done several times before and should be nothing special for any force user who knew how to levitate while meditating. Tepe had swiftly began to meditate after Andra had given the second challenge with the match having Force added to it. When the women decided to stop, the Sith also snapped out of the meditation. He had indeed felt Jena's capabilities and she hardly used them in the match, but for a good reason no doubt.

Tepe observed the two women and opened the door, waiting for them to go through first. Eventually once they moved towards the door, Tepe let Andra pass but took a hold of Jena from her shoulder.
"You let her win. You had no intention to take this seriously" he stated and stared into he eyes rather coldly.
"Doing something like that, albeit charitable, might lead her to a path of suffering. She is no fighter and her precognitive skills will aid her to only some extent. Her abilities might even cause her to be confused in the heat of battle. This should have been proved to her here and now, yet you chose to play into her self confidence" Tepe lectured before removing his hand and taking a step back while still staring at her. He required an answer of her motives, even though he already seemed to know them.

Writer
06-20-2008, 02:26 PM
"She looked into the future of the fight and there challenged me to do my worst," Jena answered calmly. "In that future, I met her challenge. She knows my strength. In light of that, you must see she'll be far more reluctant to challenge a stronger opponent. And as to the seriousness with which I looked upon this match, I took into account that the woman I fought today is no different than the woman I knew all those years ago. The Jabos Team has changed. Our leader has not. Because of this, I know that she doesn't take defeat easily. She has to be eased into it, which is the other reason I did not overwhelm her as you know I so easily could."

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Reibe watched the fight between Strider and Eli with a faint smile on her face. When Strider complained that Eli reminded him of himself at that age, she laughed and followed him out to his table.

"If that is the case, then you should know all the more how to better beat him into what you became, Brother," she told him. "You know what it took you, after all." She squeezed his shoulder as she sat down beside him. "I've missed you."

Flamehart
06-20-2008, 03:39 PM
Although he seemed fine, there was something about the way he ruthlessly handled Eli, and even based on the features of his still-young face, there was something eating at Strider, something that was not quite right, though his attitude hid it well. He smiled back at Reibe, always fond of her company. "I've missed you too. I need to keep in better contact, or lord forbid you might assume I've died of old age," he said jokingly. He looked over at Eli, then at Reibe, and here she saw that perhaps something that was on his mind would come out.

"Who said I wanted to mold him like myself?" he asked, looking at her. He looked back at Eli, and said, speaking to the both of them, "I wanted to leave my legacy behind in someone, someone who was willing and focused enough to harness that kind of power. I am going to age for many many more millenia, but there will be a time where I get fed up with dealing with the galaxy's problems. Someone younger and more patient will have to observe what I observed for years." He paused and looked back at Reibe, making brief eye contact with her, "Our involvement is eternal, but for those times we do grow tired of being involved, we need others to fill our role. I don't want Eli to be me, despite how much he already is like me, but I want him to be his own person by applying what he learns from someone else's experiences into the ones he will face, not by trying to make himself into that person." He sighed, and a long sigh it was. Despite the fact he still looked no older than the age of twenty four, the several thousand of years had taken quite a toll on him, as it had on many of those who had been around as long as he.

Writer
06-20-2008, 08:37 PM
Reibe nodded, understanding. "So he is too much like you. At least he is more willing to listen to criticism now." She paused thoughtfully. "Strider, if you ever need help... and I'm not just talking about with Eli... but if you ever need help, I should tell you I've taken to staying on the Watchtower these days." She smiled faintly. "There, now you know where to find me... when I'm not here."

Flamehart
06-21-2008, 01:21 AM
Strider paused, looking over at Reibe. He nodded at Eli, who got the idea and stood away for the moment. Strider looked over at Reibe and put one of his hands on her shoulder in an assured manner.

"Ill be sure to come by more often then...are you okay? You seem more distressed than I am," he questioned.

Writer
06-21-2008, 03:04 AM
Reibe hesitated. Then, she blushed slightly. "Would you mind... I have a small apartment on Coruscant that still needs to be packed out. I could use your help. If you don't mind..."

Feeling the need to explain further, she added, "It's just... I hate packing... well, all of the moving process, really..."

Flamehart
06-21-2008, 03:54 PM
Strider nodded, not at all questioning her behavior, deciding he would wait until they were in more private quarters to do so. "Eli, We'll continue our training at another time..Until then, I need you to merely observe and reflect, learn what you can from those around you," he advised.

Black Knight of Keno
06-21-2008, 04:34 PM
"When the truth hits, it hits like herd of spooked Ronto" Tepe noted before shaking his head.
"No good will come from your actions" the man continued before continuing past her and through the doorway. Swiftly he followed Andra and eventually sat back at the table only moments afterwards. As he had entered the common room, his senses were rather bewildered and he knew exactly who he sensed in the room. Strider had arrived. In any case, Strider and his cocky apprentice could wait.

As the Sith Lord sat down he took a deep breath in and as he let it our a low rumble came from deep within his throat. He felt it all. From the longing between Reibe and Strider to the joy in Andra that she had proved herself even as capable as she had.

"You" Darth Tepe started, addressing the group sitting at the table one Jena had joined them.
"You are all young, arrogant, brash ..." he told them before grinning slightly and continuing;
"ignorant of the Galaxy. Ignorant of yourselves. Ignorant of your potentials. All of you have been given powers that would otherwise be accomplished only by the Force. Yet you all seek nothing more but to serve" he said before finally raising an eyebrow.

"Why?"

Writer
06-21-2008, 05:08 PM
"What would you have us do?" Kos Tritch asked after the long silence following Tepe's question. "You are not sitting with warriors or people trained to be warriors. Dannar, Ruya, and Jena were scientists and inventors. Brilliant minds, but not taught the ways of combat. Grayson and I were nothing more than simple security guards. And as for Andra... well, her knowledge is still of things long since past."

Andra cringed slightly at his words, but she had to admit that he was right. "What do you suggest?" she asked Tepe.

Black Knight of Keno
06-21-2008, 06:29 PM
Darth Tepe chuckled quietly for a moment, digging within his cape for a moment before retrieving a holodisk which he placed into the holoprojector on the table. Pressing a button he smirked and the picture of a rather beautiful young woman came into view rotating slowly around.

"Her name is ... was Danielle Bayers" Tepe told the group before glancing over at Reibe in the other table across the room.
"She was a dedicated Jedi. A compassionate Jedi. A protective Jedi. On her way to becoming Reibe's follower as a Sith Hunter" he told them, waiting as if for the moment where Reibe came in to complaint of the matter. Nonetheless, Tepe continued soon thereafter, his eyes going from person to person within the group.

"Now she is a part of the greatest political interaction in the Galaxy. She requested me to provide more for herself, as the Jedi had abandoned her with the Sith Hunters. She got what she requested and now serves nobody. I rely on her to keep me in good relations with the Hutts, an important behind the scenes power in this Galaxy. " the Sith told them before his white eyes went to the hologram. He knew how they would react to his attempt to have them side with the Sith Dominion, yet he continued.

"If you join me, there will be no servitude. Only partnership. Then you can enhance your abilities and learn how to expand the variety of them as well" Tepe told them, trying to encourage them to join his efforts and to embrace his side of Galactic events and his access to power the like they had never seen before.

Writer
06-21-2008, 09:50 PM
"She's a bit more than that," Jena pointed out with a grin. The rest of the Team nodded their agreement, except Andra. Jena glanced over and explained, "Danielle Bayers is now known as Charna... and she's his wife."

Dannar looked up at Tepe. "Suppose you've made your point, though," he said. "She certainly has made a name for herself since leaving the Jedi."

"As I recall hearing not that long ago," Ruya cut in, "she's still just as compassionate, dedicated, and protective now as she was in her days as a Jedi. So not that much has changed for her, has it?"

"Social status, galactic reputation, loved by many, hated by few..." Kos chuckled and added jokingly, "Nah, she's pretty much the same."

"The offer is intriguing," Andra said slowly.

"Andra, you have missed a great deal of history," Jena warned. "Perhaps we'd better let you get educated before you return to leadership of the team."

Andra stared at Jena for a moment, looking almost astonished that her old friend would suggest something like that. Finally, she nodded shortly. "Have you any suggestions as to which one of you would be suitable for temporary leadership? It has just occurred to me that I do not know any of you as well as you know me."

"Dannar," Jena answered immediately.

"Yeah, Dannar," Ruya agreed. Grayson nodded his approval as well and Kos grinned.

"Dannar from me as well," he said.

Dannar shrugged. "I'd just as soon have picked Kos..."

"Well it'd have been a little cheesy to vote for yourself, wouldn't it?" Jena teased.

"So what's the vote, captain?" Andra asked, staring hard at Dannar. The stare was not lost on Dannar... and neither were the borderline jealous thoughts milling about on the surface of Andra's mind. He frowned.

"Andra, I'm not replacing you," he was quick to inform her. "You'll be up to date relatively quickly." He turned to Tepe. "We'll wait on our decision until Andra is capable of making it herself."

Though still seeming a little uneasy, Andra seemed to settle down at this.

Black Knight of Keno
06-25-2008, 04:39 AM
Tepe watched the scene unfold from the uncovering of Charna's status as his wife and the Queen of the Dominion into the usurpation of Andra's job as the squad leader. He didn't even struggle to sense the real emotions in the table at that moment. Jealousy, feel of betrayal, hunger for power, gladness, feel of power... It fed him and a smile appeared on the man's face. It wasn't exactly a smile, but more of a grin. A grin the Sith Hunters had seen but not this group except for maybe on Palpatine when he was plotting.

'Betrayal' a nearly inaudible voice rang within Andra's head.
'You know it as well as I that they had planned this through. They usurped your power intentionally after seeing how weak you were against Jena' the voice continued and fed Andra's emotions, attempting to lure her towards the Dark Side.
'They have no plans to reincorporate you into the group. They never had. They've been corrupted by Reibe into nothing but slaves of the Sith Hunters. They nor Reibe will allow you to take control and unleash the true powers within the group. Feel your anger and jealousy. Take the power you gain from these emotions. Unleash it upon your so called "friends" and show them who is the true power behind their success' Tepe continued to feed the voice inside her mind. If she succeeded in corrupting Andra, he gained an excellent military strategist into his service. And after that, he could continue with the corrupting of the rest of the group.

Tepe's eyes flashed a pale yellow for a split second before the grin intensified and the man's eyes rose up to stare at Jena.

Writer
06-26-2008, 12:00 AM
But even the brief moment that Andra had to think the decision over before Tepe whispered to her mind was enough for her genius mind to think through what had just transpired. Rising to her feet, she glared at Tepe and growled, "Don't toy with me, meddler. Even after all these years, I know my own better than that."

Her cold manner toward Tepe caught all her friends by surprise. Jena ventured a cautious, "Andra?"

After staring long and hard at Tepe for another moment, Andra took her seat and smiled at her friend. "It is nothing," she said. Directing another icy look in Tepe's direction, she added, "Just establishing an understanding between us."

Black Knight of Keno
06-26-2008, 03:49 AM
When Andra stood up, Tepe leaned back and raised his chin proudly. His white eyes had concentrated to the now standing woman. The grin on his face did not go away, but rather intensified. While she glared at her, their eyes met and the Sith Lord's eyes flashed yellow again. He'd caught her in his hook. Now it was just the job of reeling the catch in and hope it's not an old boot or a tin can.

Despite Jena's questioning of Andra's sudden burst, the two did not turn away from each others and continued the stare until Andra had sat down. When she explained the burst to her friends, Tepe continued to look at the rest of the group. By this time, the green-dressed man had also moved closer, prompted to do so by the sudden outburst given by Andra.

'I can sense the anger within you. Conquer that emotion and feel it's potential. Look into the future and see what you can accomplish with unleashing the fury of your emotions. Join me and take what is rightfully yours'

Writer
06-26-2008, 09:04 AM
This time, instead of meeting his challenge, Andra said, "Dannar, earlier you and Jena set me at ease with the presence of Grayson and Kos. To do so, you reached into the past, filling in the ages missing in my mind. Perhaps it's time to fill in the rest of the picture."

"Show you the past?" Dannar asked. "All we've been through?"

"That's right," Andra agreed. "Are you willing?"

The surprise was gone and suspicion was in its place. Dannar frowned. "Something to do with that outburst a moment ago?"

"You might say so," Andra answered. "Do me a favor and don't pry. Just show me the past."

Dannar nodded and gestured to Jena. As they positioned themselves on either side of Andra, she shot a smug smirk in Tepe's direction, as if to say, "Told you I knew my people."

"Just relax," Dannar urged. "This is a lot of history to take in... and it's probably going to hurt."

"I'm ready," Andra said. "Do it."

And it was painful. But in the course of several minutes, Andra's mind had been forced to store the memories of the past away, within easy reach of her conscious mind. Dannar and Jena withdrew, leaving Andra sitting fully upright, her eyes tightly closed.

"Is she..." Ruya began cautiously. Dannar and Jena shushed her. Then, after a full ten minutes, Andra slowly opened her eyes.

"I have..." she stammered. "I saw... the..." With a weary sigh, she closed her eyes. "Can't think... too many possibilities..."

Dannar cringed, realizing what was happening. "Her precognitive abilities are kicking in on the memories... she's not only seeing what happened in the years she missed; she's seeing everything else that could have happened also."

"Oh, Andra, I'm so sorry," Jena breathed, horrified. Andra's blue eyes shot open and she stared at Jena.

"Don't be," she gasped. "It'll be over... so soon."

And abruptly, it was. With a groan, Andra leaned forward, resting her forehead on the table. Jena rushed to her side, calling on the power of the Force to relieve some of Andra's pain. Slowly, the precog sat up and turned her eyes to her friend.

"Handy trick, that," she remarked. Jena gave her a hug.

"Welcome back," she said. Andra merely nodded, then turning her gaze to Tepe.

"This isn't the first time you've tried to divide friends," she said softly. "But I do believe it is the first time you've failed. I will have my decision for you in a few hours. We have to talk this over. If one of us joins you, we all join you."

She stood slowly, cautiously and Jena supported her. Draping her arm around Jena's shoulders, Andra beamed at Tepe. "See?" she said. "This is close friendship. This is a thing you've rarely known. But it's one of the stronger things in this galaxy... if a person has a brilliant idea and a few good friends, there's very little they can't do together."

With that, she directed the Jabos Team out of the cantina to discuss.

At that moment, Reibe and Strider reentered, after having been gone for quite some time.

((Flamehart, we're ready for the continuation of that sequence I cut out of the story, yah?))

Flamehart
06-27-2008, 05:03 PM
Strider stepped in quietly in step behind her, his blue eyes scanning the cantina once again. That was the most definitive feature that stood out against his pale skin and black hair. It was short, for once. He eyed the Jabos Team leaving as he walked in, then shrugged and continued to follow Reibe.

"So, if I may ask," he said in his usual low pitch voice. "Where do you think we should begin? There is more work to be done than two can possibly handle without some sort of direction," Strider said.

Writer
06-27-2008, 05:24 PM
"I think..." Reibe replied thoughtfully. "I rather think we're both doing the right things. I'm moving back to the Watchtower. To keep an eye on the new trainees and the Network. You've got your hands full up with Eli..."

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"Well, you're up to date now," Dannar said once the Jabos Team had found a quiet place alone. "What do you think of his offer now?"

Andra frowned. "It's still a tempting offer."

"After all he's done?" Jena objected.

"And all that he could do?" Ruya added. "He exploited Danni Bayers into becoming Charna. Made her think her dearest friend was in danger."

"I know," Andra answered. "But in the end, it was her choice. Once she'd settled, she could have easily withdrawn from his side. Especially after going through the Genuine Machine. He was strong before, and therefore stronger afterward. But both she and her friend Jahara are literal Force powerhouses. And yet she stayed."

"Wouldn't you?" Grayson challenged. "The power of the Force within your easy grasp, and reputation, social status added on top of that?"

"I think that's her point," Kos said slowly. "Our powers more fully trained, and we could have the same status and reputation. Just aligning ourselves with him would give us an edge. We'd be known."

"But then the question is, do we want to be known?" Andra asked, arguing the opposite side. "Holotabloids always in our faces, trying to figure out what we're doing and why... I don't know about any of you, but I never imagined the Team as more than a group of brilliant minds, working to advance technology. Status didn't matter much..."

"But we're different now," Dannar pointed out. "All of us are. I, a telepath; you, a precog; Jena, a 'Force powerhouse', as you so aptly put it; Ruya, a master of water; Grayson, a master of fire; Kos, a telekine."

"Are we agreed then?" Andra asked. "This is important to me. If we aren't all agreed, we shouldn't do it."

"I think we should ask Reibe," Jena suggested. "After all, she's the one who approached us initially."

"But we're essentially asking her if she thinks we should side with her 'friendly adversary'," Dannar objected. "Andra..."

"A moment..." Andra cut in abruptly. She stood still, her eyes half closed, as if in deep thought. Finally, she looked around the circle. "That's interesting," she said, raising her eyebrows. "Come on. We'll talk to Reibe."

Flamehart
06-27-2008, 05:36 PM
"Eli can be a huge pain in the ass though," Strider said, shooting a look in his direction. He hadn't heard him, which was perfectly fine by Strider even if he had. "I think we need to evaluate where we stand, I'll go with you to the Watchtower for a bit and we can see where we can at least start.." he trailed off when he noticed the approaching Jabos Team. "Reibe, head's up," he said.

Writer
06-27-2008, 05:56 PM
"Back together, I see," Reibe said pleasantly. "What can I do for you?"

Andra sat down at the table with Strider and Reibe. "Tepe said he has more to offer our Team than you do."

Reibe laughed. "Did he at that? Fascinating."

"Do you disagree?" Dannar asked.

"As it happens," Reibe replied, "I do not. About the best thing I can offer you is data entry and retrieval. I think you should take him up on his offer... just do me one favor, Jena."

Jena stepped forward. "Yes?" she said.

"Jena, I've spent the last forty years, training you intermittently. You have a firm grasp on your power, but Tepe has a way of twisting your perception of your skill level. Don't let him intimidate you. You're doing just fine. Come back to me for further training sessions, if you like, or train with him and his. It matters little; all are good training options. But always, always keep in mind the one most important lesson I've taught you constantly."

"The Force is about balance," Jena said. "You cannot be fully Jedi or fully Sith and have a full understanding of the power of the Force."

Reibe grinned. "That's right. Now, off you all go. Tell Tepe, you've accepted his offer. And if you really want to blow his mind, tell him you have my blessing."

The Team headed back to Tepe's table and arranged themselves in the seats around it, with Andra sitting directly across from Tepe himself. "We've thought it over, discussed it... talked to Reibe." She grinned, watching for his reaction. "And with Reibe's blessing already given, we're here to let you know, individually."

She stood. "I'm in."

Dannar mimicked the gesture. "I'm in."

Jena giggled slightly, taking her feet as well. "I'm in."

Kos grinned and stood. "I'm in."

Ruya and Grayson stood in unison, but said separately. "I'm in."

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Reibe laughed softly at the spectacle going on across the cantina. "Well, it was fun working with them," she said. "But Tepe can offer them more than I can. And I wish them all the best with him. As I said though, the best I can offer them is data entry and retrieval. Only Jena would be a genuine asset to training the next generation of Hunters. The rest could essentially run the HIN, but I'm not ready to give that up just yet."

Black Knight of Keno
06-27-2008, 06:34 PM
Tepe watched as the group entered the Cantina again and approached Reibe. They were seeking council from her. Tepe was not surprised really, so he waited patiently until the group once more sat at the table, only to stand back up and pledge loyalty. The Sith looked at Andra, his look chilly before the man stood up.
"Good" he told them before removing himself from the table and sitting by the bar. He ordered a blue milk and smirked to himself.

Suddenly, well after Tepe had moved himself, Kos had the same voice whispering in his head than what whispered to Andra.
'Why didn't she move?' it asked.

Flamehart
06-28-2008, 03:29 PM
Strider shrugged. "It wouldn't matter one way or another who's side they picked. I've got Eli to pick up the pieces when I decide I've had enough," he looked over at the boy, who was sitting rather boredly at his own table. "As much as I hate to admit it, he's got alot of talent. I'm just afraid it'll get to his head, and I think knowing that his master is so powerful hasn't helped him in the least bit," he said, shrugging. "We'll be around forever, Reibe. We can start looking for longtime recruits at another time," he said with a grin. "Besides, with so much work to do you wouldn't want to be babysitting right now would you?" he asked.

Writer
06-28-2008, 03:50 PM
Reibe laughed. "Certainly not!" she agreed. "I suppose you're right about the Jabos Team, though. It really doesn't matter which side they're on. They're directly suited for some purpose, and they're looking for it with Tepe. I'll keep a casual eye on them whenever I can. I admit that, in working with Dannar, Kos, Grayson, Ruya, and Jena, I've grown rather fond of the group." She sighed. "I think I should have liked to get to know Andra, but it can't be helped."

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Kos lurched as if he'd been shot and glanced briefly at Andra. It didn't take long before the rest of the group was staring at him.

"It's nothing," he explained hurriedly. "If you'll excuse me... I think I want some air."

With that, he withdrew from the table, unable to look at Andra as he fled. Andra watched him go, puzzled.

"What was that?" she asked in a hushed voice. No one could give her an answer.

Darth Rythe
10-02-2008, 10:09 AM
i pop in for a drink....

"hi all"...

Black Knight of Keno
10-02-2008, 10:45 AM
Darth Tepe glanced at the bar from the door of the back rooms. It has been a while since he'd been around here, although lurking was a favorite past time when not taking over the world with Pinky and the Brain as well as other humorous characters. As his eyes wandered from person to person, he raised an eyebrow at a very familiar sight. Someone he'd have thought lost to the ages and pages of history. As he saw the face of his old mentor, Darth Rythe, there was only one sentence he could mutter;

"And the only thing I can say about that is ... oh, snap!"

Mandalorian54
10-09-2008, 06:51 PM
Mandalorian54 walks into the bar, clad in your typical Mandalorian armor(as name implies).

"Bartender!" He says demandedly. Then in a tone only slightly less rude, "Give me something that'll knock me out please." As he takes a seat on a bar stool, Mandalorian54 takes off his helmet and places it on the bar revealing himself to be a charmingly handsom young man.

Darth Rythe
10-14-2008, 01:02 PM
I look across at the Mandalorian that just sat beside me. It was clear that he was trying to get attention.
"Why do you seek such a drink Mandalorian" i said as i took a sip out of my glass.
"I have not been here for a few years and yet there are still people here that recognise me, with time they will know you"

Face_Of_Death
01-24-2009, 03:08 PM
Quen walks inside the Welmin's cantina.
"Bartender.." he nearly whispers.
"A large cup of Tarisian ale, please. With extra tach glands. You... SHOULD have the recipe, right?"

Quen is a young, mild-mannered and calm man, dressed in black boots, dark red pants, long, black coat and dark red fingerless gloves. He has short, red, coloured hair.

As the bartender hands him the cup, he hears the mandalorian's request an sits down next to the Mandalorian.

"Bad day, huh?" Quen shyly tries to start the conversation.

Mandalorian54
04-18-2009, 09:46 AM
The Mandalorian warrior doesn't respond imediately to the fellow patron. After an uncomfortable amount of time passes and it seems no reply will be made he says, "I don't wish to be known, I simply wish to be knocked out. It's just..." His mumbling trails off. "It's just one of those days." He seems in an irritable mood.