Vision Through the Blindness

From the old duros spaceport, you could see the Tipsy Trandoshan sign flickering and dancing in the mist lifting off the wet ground after a few days of heat. It was a short walk, and Ezo felt ti would certainly be worth it, once he got a cold drink to his lips. His head ached and stomach crawled after his first time in space. Ezo prefered his feet on the ground, or in this case, his ass in a bar stool.

The Tipsy-T as he overheard someone call it on the way in was quite the place, and seemed even more overwhelming tonight. A flourescant board exclaimed about a Semi-Finals of a Sabaac Tournament, which Ezo deducted was the game many were playing on the brightly lit tables as he walked into the cantina. Ezo sat down in a coushy red booth style seat in front of a half nude Zeltron female dancing on a pole. A bartender, whose race Ezo did not recongnize from his teaching from his father as a youngster, took his order of two cold beer, and dissappeared into the lights and confusion of the crowd. Ezo began to really look around, upon entering he, as always, searched out with the force, but recieved nothing worth noting, and now, simply with his eyes, he examined his surroundings.

Although their were many people in the cantina, and the cheering crowd by the gambling tables, one being stood out. Ezo could nto understand it, but it was if she was looking at him, not with her eyes, but with her concious. He could feel her knowledge of his being here, and found it intriguing. Looking her up and down while she "ignored" him, the waitress broke his concentration with the clank of the drinks hitting the table.

If a force sensitive tried to locate a particular average joe shmoe in the cantina they'd find the force was so concentrated here it was almost smothering. However, the young man who occupied a table near Illaina's was no average joe shmoe. His force aura was so strong her first thought was that he had to be a Jedi. However, as she kept exploring his presence while keeping her's stifled she realized a noticeable lack of light side alignment, too much chaos and emotions to be of the Jedi Order. Ok, so maybe now she wouldn't have to kill him.

Her train of thought was interrupted by the male Zeltron laying his cards dramatically down on the table flaunting them. "23, pure sabacc! Pay up. " The surrounding crowd gasped. It looked like he had just won. The Gammorean banged his fists on the table in anger...he'd been getting stomped the whole game and after betting all his credits he had added his freighter to the sabacc pot[/u] along with everyone on it...Gammoreans weren't known for good decisions and foresight. It was still Illaina's turn though as she was the last player in the established order of play at the table. Smiling she just leaned her chair back and said,"He's cheating." The crowd gasped again. "Gaggalak mursto!<<Worm eating liar!>>" yelled the Zeltron. Illaina took no heed and continued,"He's using a skifter, but it doesn't matter because..."Illaina laid down her hand revealing what's known in sabacc as an Idiot's Array(strongest hand one can have). Some in the crowd began to clap, but were interrupted by the Zeltron's outbursts again.

"You tentacle headed b*tch! No one calls me a cheater!" His hand flew to the hold-out blaster on his right hip, a mistake that would cost him his life. Illaina had read his movements and impulsive emotions all through the game so she stayed one step ahead of him the whole time. Not even needing to get out of her seat, in fact using her right hand to yawn, she put the Zeltron in a merciless force choke. The crowd gasped and Illaina emotionlessly suggested someone help him. A Sullustan came over and used a heimlich maneuver-esque procedure. It was futile since the Zeltron wasn't dieing from a foreign object lodged in his throat, but Illaina was the only one who knew that.

A good half a minute later and the Zeltron was dead on the floor. "How unfortunate...", stated Illaina, clearly unaffected by the event. "...Well I suppose the game is over is it not?", she said cheerfully turning to the droid card dealer, a modified protocol droid. "Err yes, well, I believe you're right. This game has officially come to a concluded. The winner is miss Illaina Vari. *various cheers throughout the crowd* Thank you all for participating in the 356th Annual Galactic Sabacc Tournament. Miss Vari *prints out a certificate/receipt detailing the winnings of her game* you can take this to the Master of Earnings at his booth in the entrance hall. Congratulations."

Illaina took the receipt and pocketed it. Then she casually strolled over to where the force sensitive stranger sat, plopped herself into a seat, and kicked her feet up onto the table. "Did you enjoy the game? I sensed you watching it, or should I say me, like a Corellian sand panther watching a herd of Nerfs. What are your motives if I might ask? ;D" Illaina was smiling, but it wasn't sincere.

Ezo wasn't one much for playing games. As somewhat of a ranger, he hunted his prey and took his prize, or did not, their was not middle ground. Ignoring the female, as she had him, he reached into his pocket and pulle dout his cigarettes. Lighting one and taking a single long drag, he rolled the ashes in the tray in front of him, feeling her tense stare as he exhaled.

"My intentions are of none of your business .... yet"

With a discreet wave of his hand, Ezo knocked several glasses from a shelf of the bar, shattering on the ground only several meters away from where they sat. Seeing his new aquaintance take notice of his actions, Ezo reacted quickly. Leaving hsi cigarette buring in the tray on the table, he concentrated quickly and seemlessly, allowing him to use his force camo, and slip away from the table prior to the Twi'lek taking notice.

"Motive?" He thought, " To get off this rock and find Shokuur" as he looked down in his hand to the Winnings reciept from that gambling game that foolish girl just won.

Once safely around the corner, Ezo let go of the force, allowing himself to be seen again, and figure out where that damned Master or Earnings was, and that ship she just won.

Turning around, Ezo was careful to watch his surroundings while approaching the Master of Earnings booth. Speaking to the protocol droid behind the glass, Ezo presented his reciept.

" Congradualtions Ms. Vari!"

"Ms. Vari, hmm, more like Ms. gullible, she was pretty though" he though and kinda of chuckled aloud to himself as the droid presented his winnings.

Ezo left with a bewildering 100 000 credits, and the reason he stole from that uneducated infantile female, a ship remote with the wrighting E-17 Parking pass along with it. He headed back to the Duros Space Port to find this ship, and see if he could even fly it.

As he entered Section E, it was easy to decide which ship He had won, as their was only one docked. A large freighter ship, black and red in color, gleaming with novilty and the smell of new ship. As Ezo approached, the garage bay door opened, allowing him to enter discreetly, quickly checking his rear for any tails or police prior to closing the door.

Ezo walked to the front of the ship passing many interesting things along the way, a small covered item in the garage, a large holo projector in the main assembly room and a fully stocked kitchen and bunk area, as he continued around what felt like a never ending circle, until he found the cockpit, similar to the one he watched the old man fly before being dropped off in this nuts hole of a planet. Ezo plopped himself down into the cushy new tan colored leathurette seat and observed his surroundings. Again, he was on his own, but this time he was armed with motivation and the means to utilize it.

OOC: Nate & I have given each other limited god-modding permission to each other. Just making that clear.
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...Except he wasn't alone. The red blade of a shoto lightsaber ignited mere centimeters from Nate's throat. Illaina's unnaturally perky voice seemed to emanate from the very air it's self. "Tell me why I shouldn't paint the hull with your blood." Had he been someone else like...well any non-force sensitive she would have killed him, cut his head off, and mounted in one of the ship chambers. God forbid, if he'd been a Jedi she would have crudely tortured the hell out of him until his vocal chords ruptured from screaming. However...something about this guy was special, and not just his shared ability to force cloak. Perhaps it was nothing and she'd have to off him, but perhaps her senses were correct and there was something to this guy...a reservoir of power perhaps?

The heat from the purplish colored blade Ezo could just barely see out of the his peripheral vision was burning his neck. Lucky he didn’t cut his own throat when he jumped from being startled. Ezo could feel the darkness emminating from this person, and it took a few minuets to assemble his thoughts and realize the voice behind him was the girl form the cantina, and was gullible, sexy, uneducated .... and a force user!?

Ezo's confidence returned once he realized that if she wanted him dead, she would have already done it, and he felt that overconfidence may be his way out. Ezo slowly reach up and pushed the blade from his neck, turning slowly in a non-combative way to make eye contact with the twe'lik. As Ezo stood, he pulled his hood down, and began to look her up and down, examining the difference between the cantina girl and the force user in front of him.

"Because of your motives." He said nonchalantly, " Your as interested in me as I was you in the cantina."

Ignoring the still lit blade, but making sure his was always accessible, Ezo walked away, towards the bunks of the ship.

"If this chick wanted her ship, so be it, but I'm not giving up another opportunity to get where I wanna go" Ezo thought

Ezo walked away, pulling his hooded shirt and mask over his head, showing off his near perfect human physique as he flexed a little bit, knowing the twi'lek was looking, as he could feel her glare.

" I'm takin a shower, then hittin my bunk, come find me when you wanna admit your curiosity, until then, head to Shokuur, drop me off if you still don't want me around." Ezo said, and walked to the rear of the ship, out of sight.

Illaina wasn't expecting the mysterious thieving force user to grow a pair. In fact she had been looking forward to getting her hands bloody. Oh how she loved blood. His gumption was indeed what saved his life because cowering would have shown weakness which serves only to be fed off of and exploited. Resistance would only have yielded a short fight ending in his death. So Illaina stared at him through those soft pink eyes analytically, trying to see just what this guy was playing at.

She remained standing in the cockpit of the XS freighter[/u] with her lightsaber ignited watching him walk back into the hull. Though the faint smile on her face didn't show it, she was truly perplexed. How does he know about Shokuur? I thought father had erased Shokuur from the Jedi archives and only gifted me the coordinates. He doesn't reek of the light side nor a dark side taint so can he be trusted? No...if he knows of Shokuur then he must be kept close...at least until I know his background. For now let's get this ship on it's way to Shokuur. There'll be plenty of time for talk during hyperspace.

Illaina deactivated her lightsaber and jumped into the pilot seat gracefully. She scooched her butt into the leather upholstery and looked over the controls with an inquisitive interest. She was considering getting back off the ship to go hire a pilot when a the soft clanking of mechanical feet approached the cockpit from behind her seat. Illaina spun the seat around to see a GD16 pilot droid standing in the entrance of the cockpit. "Hello madame. I am Larkins, GD16 Pilot Assistant. I've been informed by the bald gentleman in the back that this ship is now under new management?". The droid spoke with a human coruscanti accent and an air of sophistication.
"That is correct Larkins. Your previous owner made the mistake of betting his possessions carelessly.""I see, well, is there some place you would like to go? I have a collected database of over 10 mil-""Shokuur", interrupted Illaina. "Do you know of the planet Shokuur in the Tarshagal system? Trilon Sector.""I can take us to the Tarshagal System, but my databanks have no recording of the planet you speak of. With all due respect madame, are you sure it exists?"It exists. Here...update your databanks and take us there." Illaina handed Larkins a datapad containing the coordinates of Shokuur before turning on her heels to go explore the rest of the ship and talk to her new found "partner".

"Yes madame, it will be done." And with that, Larkins sat in pilot seat and booted up the starship. His extendable arms managed both the pilot and co-pilot panels with ease as he worked quietly and diligently.[/color]

Ezo toweled himself off after his shower. It was the first time in a very long time he was able to clean himself in running water, so he was feeling rather refreshed, despite the absence of the female twe'lik whom he thought for sure would have joined. Sitting bunk side, he finished tieing his combat boots, noting how desperate they were for a cleaning after his brief fight on the sands of Tattooine with the old man whom dropped him off on Nar Shadda. Ezo groveled for a minuit, thinking about that ignorant and foolish old man, he hoped that this twi'lek was going to be better company, or he may have to break her neck in her sleep.

Ezo stood from his bunk, fully clothed, except his mask and hood, and proceeded towards the main corridor of the freighter to begin some mild exploration before attempting round two with his new companion. As he approached the three way intersection, he peeked into the room directly in front of him, noting some loud noises beginning. It appeared to be the engine rooms and a storage locker of sorts, and the engine had just fired up. He played a quick game of Eenie-Meenie in his head and scientifically decided to go right, the way he had come into the ship, to continue his exploration, and would return to the left at some other time.

The first room he encountered was on his left, and appeared to be the storage and garage area he had initially entered the ship from back on the surface. Remembering the covered item near the back wall, he quickened his pace out of sheer curiosity. A dark tan Kevlar like cover with nearly an inch of dust covering it lay draped over a large, almost human sized horizontal shape. Ezo reached down and began to lift the surprisingly heavy tarp-like cover, revealing a small single passenger transport, made of chrome and black shielding over a large turbo engine. Ezo wanted to learn to operate technology such as this so badly, but was unable during his time with his father, do to the lack of technology to use on Endor. Ezo covered the bike back up, making a mental note for the future of its existence, and need to keep concealed from that twi'lek woman.

Ezo made a quick scan of the area, noting nothing else of interest but garbage and old parts on some dusty shelves, and continued on his search. The next room, as he continued in the same direction, appeared to be the mess hall, or kitchen. Stocked with plenty of food, and a droid within the boundaries of the kitchen, Ezo made note of his hunger, and would come back shortly to sit down to something nice, if it was here. He continued on, past the head (showers/toilets) to a large open concept room, with the attached hallway to the cockpit of the ship. This large room was a combination recreational room and training facility. Fully equipped with combat training areas (heavy bags, speed bags, combat mats) and gym equipment (weights, machines, cardio equipment) and all topped off with a gravitational ring for increased resistance in certain areas. Ezo instanly wished his sex drive had not over taken his intelligence, and he had had a much needed workout prior to his shower, but assured himself that this room would get plenty of use in the near future, and a break wouldn’t kill him for once.

Ezo prepared for the coming conversation as he turned toward the cockpit by lighting a smoke before continuing that way. As he reached the cockpit, he noticed a droid, incoherently babbling on about coordinates and some data pad, all while operating the ship from two seats. As impressive as this was, Ezo had expected a dark blue blur of curves and shapes to be bending over the instruments, not this bumbling droid. Ezo took another haul from his smoke and turned to continue his exploration, and perhaps to find that twi'lek.

“Maybe she had taken my offer for the shower after all” He thought, and turned again to head back in that direction to look for her.

“Sexy little devil, I knew she couldn't resist the temptation” he said aloud, smirking as he walked to the head again.

The old man had waited for the boy to leave his ship. He waited for the moments until the boy got the message into his head. He had no real use for him, what good would he do? He remained seated. His eyes had closed as he waited for the sound of feet to stop clanking on the ramp and leave his ship. There was quite the spectacle above, and if he so chose he could look up to see the bright lights, air traffic, and stars. But the old man had absolutely no interest in and of it. He remained seated with his mind working. He didn’t hardly develop any sort of plan when he decided Nar Shadda was where he should go. It came to his mind, and he took it as a sign that he should go there. What was the use in long term plans, they could be smashed in an instant. And all that was left were people going towards their baser instincts and then making mistakes. The old man chose to avoid it entirely, instead only going with where he thought was best, no plan following it at all.

And his mind continued to go back to a single point. The boy. Even as he’d left the boys energy remained in the air. He gave a bit of a grumbling snarl as he thought about it. He should probably have sliced him to pieces on the desert sands, he could have done it easily enough. Perhaps he should even have left him in the carbonite tomb, no need to open it. But he had, and even still he had spared him, knowing full well he may have been a Jedi. But he didn’t move or do as a Jedi did. Meaning he wasn’t a Jedi. Perhaps there was a reason that he hadn’t killed him, and a reason he hadn’t left him in the tomb. There may have been a reason he had been drifting along that stretch of desert to stumble on that random bit of wreckage, and a reason he’d decided that he must land there. And as he thought of that something entered his mind.

Follow the boy

He did not wait a moment, his body was already at work lifting itself out of the chair. The boy had been gone for several minutes, but he knew which way he had gone. He could feel his presence at it had moved. And so he moved as well following the exact way that the boy had gone. The boy had a considerable lead on him, so much so that the old man didn’t actually know where he was. But he knew where he had gone, knew where his footsteps had taken him. His energy stood out in the crowd of filth light a bolt of lightning in a dark sky. He followed it, all until he’d come across a building. He didn’t read the sign, he didn’t have to, it was some cantina. He sensed the boy was inside, but that he wasn’t moving. And so the old man remained outside. But it was too bright, and he couldn’t stand the amount of people around. He walked down into an alleyway. There were some other creatures in there. One of them, a Rodian, who stood up and began to walk up to him in an intimidating sort of way. He was rather larger then average then most of his race, and the old man could see a knife in his hand. The old mans upper lip twitched in his anger.

”Leave.” He said gruffly towards everyone in the alleyway. The old Rodians eyes went from those like a predator seeing easy pray, to that of a school child complying with their headmasters wishes. He stopped walking towards him and right out of the alleyway. He wasn’t alone as several others, not under the same influence that the Rodian was, but simply caught in the fear of what sort of spell the old man had put the brutish Rodian under. They scurried out and the old man sat in the dark, alone. His eyes closed as he continued to keep his mind focused on the task at hand. The boy was inside the building, in the heart of all the noise of people that were surrounding him. He didn’t know what he was doing, but he also didn’t care. He just waited.

After waiting for some time, he could feel the boy moving again. He remained seated in the dark as he could feel the boy moving away towards the door, with a sort of chaotic state of feelings coming from some others in the building he’d left. Those didn’t matter or hardly stand out to the old man at all. He just waited, and then stood up as he felt the boy moving away. He followed.

He went forward knowing what he was to do. The energy came and went in the same direction. He couldn’t see what they were, or why this was happening. But he knew what he was to do. This time he stayed closer to the boy, he was able to see him now. However he was clustered in with so many people, and kept such distance that he himself was rather hidden. This however didn’t matter to him at all. Whether he was visible or not made no difference. He followed the boy finally to a hanger. There was a single ship there, and he watched its ramp raise up. However that same force of energy remained separate and distinct, and was now in the ship. He remained back a moment, just looking at the ship.

Go to it.

His feet moved forward, and he walked towards the vessel. Some time had passed, and the vessel remained. He arrived at its cargo ramp. He raised his hand out towards it. A beep came from it, and then a hissing sound as it opened. He stepped on to the ramp as it hit the ground, and walked at the same pace he had the entire time right on into the ship. The ramp closed up behind him. He could sense the boys energy, but he was now more interested in where he was. He walked around the circular hallway. He walked around it until something appeared in front of him.

A Twi'lek. He didn't move. He just looked at her. He knew the boy was on the ship, and that he could knew that he wasn't feeling rushed and he wasn't hiding. Leading him to believe this woman knew the boy was there. But he didn't move, just looked at the woman. His face didn't shift, and his hands didn't move. He just stared ahead at the being before him.

As the young boy continued around the ship's circular interior, towards the head. Ezo looked to the walls as he walked, noting the pipes and electrical equipment that ran parallel with him. Technology such as this always confused him, he had no interest in flying a ship this size, but often wished he could fly a speeder or personal craft. His eyes traced the pipes ahead of him, around the continuous turn, until he finally found the Twi'lek, just before the showers and bathroom ahead. He walked up to her slowly from behind, thinking he would simply play coy and work his way into this conversation smoothly, as it did not appear she had noticed him as of yet, and her attention was fixated on something in front of her. As Ezo got closer, he began to reach his right hand out towards Illana, intending on running his hand across the small of her back softly, and opened his mouth to begin to court her.

“ So this is whe...” That was all he got out before he seen the old man, his dark eyes fixated upon the Twi'lek, both with the standard hatred Ezo had seen before, and a mysterious concern that could only been seen for a split second.

“What was he doing here? How did he get here? Did the girl and him know each other?” Ezo thought.

Not knowing the basis of their meeting, and feeling the tension in the air, like being too deep in a swimming pool, Ezo pulled his saber's with the force to his hands, but delayed their ignition. Ezo had had enough of this old man by now, his ignorance toward Ezo was too confusing and more so, annoying.

“ What are you doing here old man? You come for seconds?”

Ezo stepped in front of the Twi'lek, as if to protect here, knowing full well that he would need her, should this old man want the second chance he so obviously came here for. Ezo pulled his hood up, and took a fighting stance, bending his knees slightly and extending his arms out in front of him. He waited for the old man's move.

The old mans eyes didn’t move. He stayed focused on the Twi’lek woman. There was a strange presence about this place. He didn’t know what it was, but it was like a mixing of energies. His own, the boys, and something else. He didn’t know what was, but that portion didn’t matter to him. His focus was entirely on where he was. At that moment he felt the boys energy enter into the area. And not but a second later he could see the boy. He still didn’t move, he didn’t have to. He had a considerable amount of space between himself and the two ahead of him. The boy moved in front of the Twi’lek, as if to defend her. Why would he do that? The old man had only days earlier released the boy from a tomb of carbonite, and Nar Shadda had not been a planned destination. There was no way that this boy could have known this woman. Which made him wonder who this woman was.

The boys lightsabers appeared in his hands. However the boy didn’t press the attack, not in the way he had in the desert. At that moment the old man thought about how he would react. He already knew he could rip the lightsabers from his hands in an instant. At that same moment he could throw the boy back far into the hallway. He was fully conscious and capable this time, but that wouldn’t matter much. He was overconfident in his abilities, and was reckless in his attacks. The only difference that would be should he choose to fight here was that when the old man threw him back, he would be colliding with hard metal at a great velocity. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d fought in a close distance like this, and it wouldn’t form that much distance.

However the old man did not move. He didn’t have any reason to draw his saber and attack. He just kept his focus forward. The old mans face twitched a bit at the concept that the boy was drawing his blades ready to strike. ”Where.” He started, still looking at the woman. ”are you going.” He finished. His thoughts were many yet few. His eyes didn’t move. His focus would be on the answer. Of all the things he had before him, what would make it most clear was the answer to that question.

((OOC: for now on my thoughts and said words will be in Maroon))

Illaina admired the inside of her newly appointed sleep and meditation chamber from the center of the room. It was formerly the captain's quarters, but that title was null and void now. Her eyes came to linger on her bed where her nicely folded black cloak lay under her armor and mask. Just as she was about to start changing clothes and get into the "dark side" outfit she felt it...a spike in the force. Something or someone had infiltrated or activated on board her ship and it wasn't the young human. Her lightsabers flew to her open palms like metal to magnets. Illaina walked out of her room nonchalantly because she fully believed that 1: whoever or whatever it was that caused a surge in the force ambiance, if it was hostile, she'd kill it easily and 2:Her father had trained the emotion of fear out of her despite his some times...unorthodox methods.

Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. The whole starship seemed to have gone on mute except for the sound of Illaina's feet on the floor grating. She could feel the source of this new presence drawing closer. 20 feet. 15 feet. 10 feet. She turned the corner and there it was...or more specifically there he was. An old man in battered dark robes just standing there in the hallway looking at her. She starred at him with a blank expressionless face for awhile as did he. Thoughts ran through her head as she stared into his eyes. =I wonder what sound an old man makes when you cut his leg off. He doesn't look like an assassin, I wonder if he's a sith...maybe dark jedi? Grey Jedi? I wonder what his blood tastes like. I wonder if there's enough blood in him to paint my new room. I wonder what's for dinner too. =

Illaina snapped out of her gaze and back into her unexplainable happy smile. Just as she was about to ask the old man a question she sensed the young human approach from behind. She ignored his words, knowing that he would spot the old man soon enough and undoubtedly stop mid-sentence. Sure enough. He took it a step farther though when he stepped in front of her to confront him. Illaina got the feeling that these humans had met before and probably not in a good way. While she didn't mind watching them kill each other, hell she didn't mind killing them both herself, Illaina had a perplexing feeling about the ship's latest guest. He had a deep and clouded mien because he totally ignored the young man's challenge and kept his eyes linked with Illaina's. There was something about this grizzled old man, well there was something about both of these humans, but especially the old man. Illaina loved to peel back answers to her questions. Sometimes that meant literally peeling people apart like an apple until she got her answers, but enlightening conversations and meditation is good too.

Illaina put her left hand on the young man's right shoulder to signify that she'd handle this. Stepping in front of him she was now within 5 feet of the old man. She in the old man's eyes and then over his right shoulder, just sort of staring off into space with a faint smile on her face. "Father told me...that where we're going is unknown to the Republic. A place untouched by the Jedi, Sith, and corporations. A planet saturated in the Dark Side, yet no force wielders remain. A land of mystery...and answers. He said it's where a greatness was born and died. That we would be the ones to rekindle it from it's ashes and become gods." Illaina let out a quick high pitched giggle. "That was before I killed him."

There was a darkness here, and the old man knew where it was coming from. He knew it the second he’d seen the woman. It didn’t come from the boy, who showed more confusion then anything else. The woman held the weapon of one trained in the ways of the Jedi, and held them like one too. But this was no Jedi. There was an arrogance to the woman, similar to that of the boys, but more overbearing. The old man didn’t suffer such things well. He held no arrogance. He knew well his limitations. He knew his faults. He knew that should the day come when he fell, whether by disease or a blade, he would not be surprised. This woman, just as the boy, were young. Not the same as him, had not seen or done as he had. And for what he could see, had not formally be trained by the Order of the Jedi. No Jedi, even the fallen ones, were so mad in their tactic. He knew this, and he knew it well.

Perhaps this was a Sith? As he understood it they recently had come about once more, after long believed to be extinct. He himself however would never suffer the sight of one. And this woman was not one. He may have spent half a century alone, but he remembered well everything he had learned. And while a Sith would use trickery, this woman, was distancing herself from the prospect. A father teaching a daughter, that was something that told him that this woman was not Jedi, and highly unlikely to be of any Order. No one permitted such things, and acting, more or less being, as mad as she was, it was likely a result of whatever teaching she had. But he mention of the world of such a darkness is what entered his mind. Thun had known many things before his death, and he himself had spent a dismally long amount of time inside of the Archives. Delving deep into its vast amount of knowledge for years, going deep into various tangents of study. And there were many worlds of darkness. But only one was like this. He knew the story well enough, having its tale flash in front of his eyes dozens of times as he sat in meditation.

”Shokuur” He said in his grumbled tone as his thoughts drifted in to it. His mind realized that this woman was the daughter of a Jedi. No run about would have such knowledge, and there were no descendents of those whom the stories spoke of. He almost ignored the entire last portion as his mind stumbled in to the concept of the world. The power meant nothing to him, he was not some greedy fallen one that was looking for his moment of glory. And in that moment his thoughts were vast and few, separate and connected. He, the woman, and the boy. All there at the same moment. Similar, yet completely separate. Knowledge of such a secret as Shokuur. Perhaps there was a reason his thoughts had taken him there. And at that same moment his thoughts came to one thing once more. ”Go there.” He said. His eyes remained forward where she had been when he’d originally seen her, focused on the wall. However he was still following both of them with his mind. "A world of secrets you wish to control." His words came out as they came to his mind. "And to there I will go as well." There must have been a reason for all to have transpired. And he would follow till that trail ended.

Ezo stood in bewilderment aside the two dark force users in front of him, feeling their presence like starring into a black light at close range. Their heat pulsing on his skin, their energy heavy upon his shoulders and their sight, hard to focus. Ezo was getting tired of being under estimated. He steeped in front of the Twi'lek, not to protect her, but to show the pressing attack on the feeble old man, barely able to stand on his own in front of them.. Ezo was showered, fresh and at full potential again, not like before, when the old man faced a confused, sick, and quarter potential foolish youth.

Ezo for the most part ignored what the two were discussing, he was paying more attention tot he tacticals surrounding them, for he felt a fight was to ensure, and as always, wished to be the victor, perhaps the only victor if the Twi'lek kept stepping in front of him. Behind the old man was plate metals and armor re-enforcement tools , used for repairs on the ship if needs, as well as spare parts that were stored at the mouth of the entrance, likely because the previous owner was too lazy to take them beyond their. A quick pull of those would certainly crush the old man, or at the vary least, throw his hip out, enough to cripple him and give the advantage to himself. Ezo briefly looked right to the Twe'lik, as she starred harshly at the old man, yet still with a disturbing smirk and smile in her eyes and on her lips. Ezo admired her looks briefly, but then remembered his purpose for looking at her, her height. The Twe'lik was perfectly at height with the piping on the wall, and close to it too. Another quick pull with the force, after taking the still grumbling old fool out of the fight, would surly handicap the girl should he need to.

At that moment, he came back to reality, something had caught his attention, and his ear focused back to the conversation, like your eyes focusing on the sun.

“Shokuur” The old man grumbled, barely audible, yet enough to pull Ezo from his daydreamish state.

“How do you know about Shokuur? He looked to the girl, “And you, how do you know of it?”

Ezos confusion again took him over, and that day dreamy state phased back into his concious mind, leaving the unconcious to fend for itself in the real world. For what felt like hours, was only seconds, but Ezo recalled the entire sequence of events which took place so long ago. The feeling on Endor that drew him back to his parents, being helpless to help his captured mother and dyeing father, and the conversation with the unknown human force user whom mentioned Shokuur and his master who lived their, and the one responsible for the bounty on their heads. This master who sealed Ezo in that carbonite tomb and started this whole mess, only to have him as some kind of sick trophy or totem, likely on this Shokuur.

Ezo again came back to, realizing that no one was talking, and both were now starring at him. Ezo kept his sabers in his hands, and gripped them tighter now. ”Were the old man and Twi'lek part of this Shokuur based army, the one who had killed his parents? Did they know this man who hunted his family? What was she talking about, bringing this order back?” Ezo thought, building his rage further and further forward, until finally his frustration and constant confusion forced him to snap.

“I’m getting tired of not knowing whats going and and who you people are!!!! Someone better start explaining themselves, or theirs gonna be a lot of blood on these walls!!!!” Ezo screamed in a loud, yet deep tone, as he stepped back from the girl, giving him space should he need it.

Ezo's thumb hovered over the button on his saber, grazing it slightly, ready to go at the drop of a hat.

(OOC: sorry if you deem this post lacking in quality, I'm sort of distracted. I'll come back and spice it up with details, but nothing important. ^_^)

After the old man's response Illaina connected her gaze with his. She did not object to what he had said, but instead was actually intrigued and wanted to know more about him and what he knew of Shokuur. Perhaps he even knew her father? She had no idea. Before she could ask him to accompany her to a more comfortable room in the ship to further their discussion the younger human's outburst re-tore the ambiance of the ship.

Illaina's gaze came to rest on the space of grated floor between her feet. She was not focusing on her sight though, it was simply a blank space for her to empty any distractions through. She was fully focused on the young human's emotions and movements though she did not look at him. He was about 10 feet away from her; he had backed away through a doorway from the congregation they were having in the hallway. Illaina's left eye twitched and she licked her upper lip, tasting in her mind what she imagined his blood tasted like. Talking down to the floor she said in that slightly high but beautifully soft nonchalant paced voice,"If your untapped potential wasn't so appealing I'd have already killed you. For your sake you should cease with your brash behavior...other wise...there will be be blood on these walls. But it will not be mine nor the old man's." She let her words sink in for a moment. The only sound in the ship being that of the humming engine and periodic beeps. "So...audacious death or three warm bodies arriving at Shokuur?"