Veteran of the Pyschic Wars[Dire/Apillis]

[Jace]

It wasn't the most inviting planet, lately most of the planets he had visited had not been. Ambria, another planet that was potentially dangerous and a possible darkside nexus. Unlike others such as Korriban and Subterrel, this was much closer to the core, indeed it was on the Inner Rim. A little too close for comfort if he was completely honest with himself. Well he didn't get to choose the atmosphere of each planet so it wasn't as if there was anything he could do. All he could do was make sure it was relatively safe, and those planets around were also.

The freighter had touched down less than an hour ago, and Jace had been idling for the most part. It wasn't really his style but there wasn't much he could do when he was waiting for someone. He had drawn more than a few awkward glances, but he had expected as much. Though Ambria was part of the Inner Rim, it still wasn't affiliated with the Galatic Republic. Thus Jedi weren't as common here as they were on other Republic planets. That being said, Jedi still had some presence here, and it was a Jedi that was making Jace wait.

He had decided to enjoy a light beverage in the meantime. Unfortunately, there was nothing enjoyable about the quality of his beverage. Thus Jace could only sit and wait, letting his mind wander to this and that. He was here for both personal and official reasons, and therefore assigned himself some time for some free thought. Council discussions had been rather grim as of late. War did that to people, even if they hadn't participated in it.

Jace looked up to see a robed figure enter the cantina and make his way slowly over to Jace. He gave something akin to a short bow before taking a seat across the Jedi Master. The figure pulled his hood back to reveal his haggard face. It looked like he had a story or two to tell.

"Forgive me, Grandmaster. I am truly sorry for being late" spoke the Jedi moments later, his words were genuine.

"Not to worry, plus it seems like you had a more than legitimate reason for doing so" commented Jace

"Yes, I ran into a spot of trouble on my way here. It seemed that someone was intent on our meeting not happening. I managed to slip away but only just"

The other Jedi paused for a moment, possibly collecting his thoughts. He then continued to explain to Jace that a Dark Jedi or possibly a Sith had attacked him. The attacker had said nothing nor apparently gave anything away about his possible origins. Jace was happy to know that the Jedi had escaped with his life, such foes were of the most dangerous kind.

"That being said, I believe that something good has come of this unprecedented attack. It seems that the information I have gathered is true, otherwise such a tactic would not be necessary." stated the Jedi with a sense of achievement in his tone.

"So it is true..." remarked Jace in an half statement half question.

"Yes, she is here on Ambria. I don't know why, but my information tells me she is here. The information suggests she is in the nearby area but I couldn't pinpoint the location specifically" responded the Jedi with a hint of disappointment at the end of his sentence.

"You did well. Now I want you on the next flight off of this planet and back to Coruscant"

"But Master Beleren!It is too dange-" implored the Jedi before he was cut off by the raising of Jace's hand

"You know as well as I that you are still a target, this type of enemy is not one to give up after a failed attempt. Aside from that, I need someone that I can trust to bring this information back to the Council." stated Jace in a tone that rather said that this wasn't up for debate.

"I-I understand, May the Force be with you Master"

"And with you"

He waited for the Jedi to get up and leave before heading out of the cantina himself. What he had said was entirely true, but they weren't the only reasons. Jace had put this Jedi in great danger for his own personal reasons. It was true that her whereabouts were of importance to the Order, but it wasn't necessarily an immediate concern, certainly not one the Grandmaster needed to undertake himself. Yet here Jace was on the planet of Ambria, gathering information from a Jedi who had almost gotten himself killed for what he had known. No, from now on out, the risk would lay solely with Jace and no one else. As he headed out to the cantina he prayed to the Force that he wasn't too late.

Where are you Rhissai?

[Dire Wolf]

((soz. @_@ must be going through a rut as far as posting goes. Prepare epic... crap.))

Few people had bothered to land on Ambria. That was partially her reason for deciding to stay there for a brief time. Not only where they in need of refuel and restocking, but the woman also found that she was in dire need of finding some measure of comfort within the meditative canyon. It was a fantastical place, or so she heard, and was rumored to be a serene (at times) place where Jedi had gone to meditate for hundreds of years.

The Force knew that Lyss needed it after what she'd been through. Torture tended to leave just as many scars on one's psyche as on their body. Since that day with Silas, the woman had terrible nightmares of being back on that rack. Helpless. Watching as the blonde man that pervaded her dreams and Silas cut deep gashes into her body. Spending a few days meditating in the canyon had rectified that... for the most part. Finding one's center was never a terrible thing.

But she was not at the canyon, nor was she at her ship. Instead, she found herself walking about a small mining village as a powerful and familiar presence entered her awareness. Her muscles tensed at the feeling, and almost fearful green eyes looked between Wrex and Magdalena, "There are Jedi here. Grandmaster Beleren... and one I've not met yet.

"Magdalena, I'd hide your saber. I will not fight these men, and certainly not the Grandmaster. He's... an old friend," what could best be described as shame could be heard through her voice as she moved towards the source of the presence. It was a cantina, one that looked no different from the twenty other establishments that had been situated in the small mining town of Tombstone.

She inconspicuously lifted a corner of one of the many stone waste baskets in front of the bar. White Fang and her shoto were quickly slid underneath the small depression in the object, and let back down as if nothing had been put there. With that accomplished, the aphithiri woman strode into the cantina. Or would have, had Jace not come out himself.

Lyssah had looked radically different from when Jace would've seen her last. Her flowing raven hair had been cut to shoulder length and wrapped up in a bun behind her head. Grizzly scars could be seen on her face, though they grew smaller and less in grotesqueness every day. Finally, she wore the same black jacket and cargo pants that she had donned when she had met Magdalena a second time (though it was just through luck that she wore them. Lyss did, in fact, change her clothes).

Surprised green eyes blinked out at the man, a mild blush forming at her cheeks. Not only was she embarrassed to be seen in such a way, but she also couldn't help but feel somewhat shamed to actually meet the one man that knew of her first fall... then find her during her second leave from the order. Her mind desperately grasped for the proper words, and after a long moment was only able to find one, "hello."

[Apillis]

There were times the little Miraluka could feel herself slip. The pirate vessel... as per what she was trained to do she was able to detach herself from the battle, but as she meditated since then her thoughts from time to time wondered if it was truly because of her training or perhaps something else... that the significiance of extinguishing another life has become more deminished to her since her time of solitude outside of the Order.

What scared her most of all was perhaps it meant she was slowly becomin a little more like her Master than she ever dared thought before... After all... she never did inform Lyssah that the two men she defeated in the medbay were still alive, they were only incapacitated. But she never said a word about, even when Lyssah was scuttling the pirate vessel. It would not be too much to say that such thoughts plagued the Miraluka girl.

Though, Magdalena kept quiet for the most part, she was hesitant to disturb or bother Lyssah with anything. It was clear to Magdalena's eyeless sight that Lyssah had her own demons, and what they were the girl did not wish to pry, it was not her place. Though traveling with another for a change since her leave from the Order the Miraluka girl did find a measure of solace in. Isolation and loneliness can erode a person in several different ways, and Magdalena was not so ignorant of that.

While Lyssah went to the mining village, Magdalena tagged along close behind her. Though, her lips parted taken aback and more than a little concerned by Lyssah's mentioning of not just Jedi being present within the mining village -- but the Grandmaster himself as well. It was a fair warning she gave to Magdalena, though... despite the Miraluka girl's shyness and awkward, keeping her lightsaber in her possession she was willing to fight and die for, regardless of whom she may be against. Her lightsaber to her was more than just a Jedi tool, and not so simplistic as a weapon, for her... it is a memory. A memory of times long past, a memory of someone she loved... still loves... Love leaves a heartache nothing can heal, but it also leaves a memory no can steal. Her lightsaber is the very representation of that memory.

Magdalena only nodded complying with Lyssah's wishes. The girl kept her lightsabed within a small pouch behind her back on her Jedi utility belt. With the girl's magenta sleeveless cloak/cape, one would never guess she was armed by the simple sight of her. She drew her hood over her head as she continued to follow Lyssah closely, staying abit behind her as to also remain out of the way.

When they stood before the man himself, Magdalena seemed to fall even more silent regardless of having said or done nothing. She remained standing closely behind Lyssah, almost as if hiding...

[Jace]

Where are you Rhissai?

The answer to his question walked right in front of him as he exited the cantina. He almost hadn't recognized her except for her presence in the Force. She had always been good at hiding her presence but at this proximity, it was quite hard to do so. Even without the Force her vibrant emerald eyes were unmistakable. A changed hairstyle and apparel was not enough to hide their appearance. Of course on top of that she turned to him and said hello.

It was rather odd, Jace didn't know what exactly to say. The woman looked like she had been through Hell or war, was there even a difference? Only she knew the answer at this point. She was one of the few people whom Jace could consider a true friend. That list was quite short for him, and he had found himself at a crossroads with many of them. Vreem and Rhissai had both gone off to war against the Council's wishes. Rhissai had been 'missing' since the battle at Rhen Var. He had trusted his friend, but part of him couldn't help but fear the worst. It was not easily that the will of a Jedi High Council member was shaken, even for a compassionate woman such as Rhissai.

"I am glad to see that you are well, Rhissai" Jace finally spoke

He also noted the presence of another girl. She seemed to be almost hiding behind Rhissai. Jace didn't think he gave the woman any reason to fear for herself, but that fact may have been an answer in itself. He was not here for the other though and she showed no malicious intent whatsoever, if it remained so, her presence was fine.

"Shall we go somewhere else?Such places do not suit me" remarked the Jedi motioning back towards the cantina

The Jedi's eyes continue to scan the area around them as they walked for a destination yet to be determined. The attack on the other Jedi earlier had made Jace cautious. He wasn't exactly sure why they didn't want Rhissai's location to spread but he had a few ideas. Speculation wasn't going to do him any good at this point, all he could do was keep his guard up. Whoever had attacked before wasn't likely to let things be, of that he was sure.

"I think you can guess why I am here. As I friend, I worry about you. As the Grandmaster I worry why you seem to have abandoned the Jedi. I do not know if I can convince you to return, but at the very least I would like to hear what you have to say" commented Jace calmly

Jace wondered what type of answer he would receive. Part of him didn't want to know what she had to say. There were some back at the Temple who had suggested she had fallen. He didn't believe she had done so, but he also knew of her past. Jedi often had an experience where they questioned their purpose and even themselves, Jace had done so many years ago. They many a time found themselves taking a break from the Order, to find the answer they needed. He wondered if his old friend was having such an experience or it was something else.

[Dire Wolf]

"I am glad to see that you are well, Rhissai"

A tiny part of the woman wanted to simply laugh at that, but the big portion was simply too stunned to move. She was hardly alright, and she knew she hardly looked like it. The Aphithiri looked like she got in a fight with a razor blade and lost. "Y-yes," she stammered out, "well. Its good to see that you're well as... well." She internally winced at the wording, feeling more shame than she had before. If that was possible.

Lyssah nodded and followed the man, stealing only a single glance back to Magdalena. There was an odd look in her eye. Fear rarely showed its ugly face within her eyes, but it did so at that moment, as well as shame and dismay. Jace was, perhaps, one of her only true friends within the Order. More than that. She saw him as something of a brother, despite the fact that he was her superior when she served the Jedi. "Jace," the memories of what she'd done shamed her, "I left because I... nearly fell at Rhen Var. I suppose you'll want to know what happened there."

Her eyes drifted down further and further with each step, she'd likely have to reveal everything. Every circumstance. Every nuance to let him fully understand her folly, and why she couldn't return. "Jedi hunters ambushed me, and I would've died, so I simply... let my anger out. I didn't just kill them... I destroyed them." Lyss took a minute to reflect on the few images she remembered, one of them happened to be thoughtlessly licking the blood off of her armored gaunt. She'd ripped a man's throat out. Tears came to her eyes. "Then Rams-... Darth Eurachis came to me. We met before that," to say the least, "and I nearly killed him and Vreem, who had joined the fray some time after that. I was knocked out, or calmed -- I don't remember -- and fell unconscious. After that, I woke up in Vreem's ship... and left shortly after that.

"I wasn't in control of myself, or my actions. I saw what the war was turning me in to, so rather than stay and become Revan I left to actually do some good. Since then I helped kill Korintha the Hutt and healed the sick on Onderon, to name a few." Her eyes drifted back up to her surrogate brother, but not to his eyes. It took all of her will to rest them on his chin, "For what its worth... I'm sorry."

Indeed. Lyssah had proven that she didn't deserve to call Jace her brother, especially after she'd let him down. Fortunately she'd managed to avoid her folly with Ramseye, at least for the moment, so hopefully she'd at least keep some of his respect. "This is Magdalena, she's a good woman."

Not that her opinion on anyone would matter much to Jace. So, eith sad eyes, she looked up to the man and awaited his reply. Little did she know, the Sith had been laying in wait for this very moment. The Grandmaster, a runaway high council woman, and a (presumably) still malleable young mind all in one place. They'd focused a great deal of their assets to the three to ensure their success.

[Apillis]

The young Seer remained ever so silent, it was not her place to intrude or speak. But she did listen, it was difficult for her not to. Hearing of the emerarld-eyed womans strife and harship, Magdalena could not help but empathize with her. What she had gone through Magdalena herself could not fully appreciate, nor comprehend, but loss and pain -- and struggling with the dark side. These things she understood well. When all one has for a time is their own loneliness, introspection often naturally fills in the void of where companionship once was. When all one has is their introspective mirror with them, it will often boil down to whether one likes or accepts the self-reflection presented before them... Magdalena did not like hers... and from what she could understand, it seemed as though Lyssah did not like her own, either.

When Lyssah introduced Magdalena to the man himself, she peaked around from behind Lyssah and gave a small, humble bow of her head to him in respect as she blushed before disappearing back behind the raven haired woman. But, it could not have been a second later, she did not feel -- but saw something shift within the Force. Something was off -- dimming -- clouding her sight. Dark red shades moving beyond the transluscents of the establishment's walls. The young Seer girl knew the shades of this kind of aura all too well, she had seen it before not some months ago. She saw those same kinds of malevolent red shades within her Master's aura when they fought. Though, these hues she could see did not belong to her Master, but they same intent lay within them. Elimination. Death.

Was it in self-defense? Was it a slight tug of the dark side's aggression? Difficult to say in the heat of the moment. But nevertheless, before an attack could even occur, Magdalena reached back into the back pouch of her belt where her lightsaber was hidden, and quickly flung it after igniting its green beam. Its green whirling like a large buzz-saw pass Lyssah and Jace, and stabbing into a wall several meters behind Jace. It would not be surprising if the Grandmaster preceived, but Magdalena did not really think about it, she perceived and reacted as her Master once taught her.

With her Telekinetic talent she ripped her lightsaber out from being lodged into the wall, back into her hand, flipping it into a reverse grip. Upon the lightsaber being pulled out of the wall, a body could be heard falling limp just beyond it. Immediately the young Miraluka dashed off to face the skulking enemy moving in on them...

[Jace]

His old friend was far from well, it wasn't just the physical scars either. Each step she took seemed to be painful for the woman, Jace sympathized. The Force was everything to the Jedi, which on greater thought, is a flaw of their way, atleast in his eyes. The Force didn't take sides though, it was a universal phenomena. It wasn't universally good or universally bad. Thus the darkside and lightside were results of those who manipulated the Force. Those who were aware of this fact then realized that when they were tainted with the darkside it was a result of their actions. No doubt this is where shame and guilt tended to originate from those who had fallen/almost fallen.

He listened respectfully as she recounted her experience on Rhen Var. Though he hadn't been in war himself, he could still relate and understand what she had gone through. Jace had skirting the line between light and dark on many occasions as a Shadow but always kept to the light. Only once had he truly transgressed but it was one time too many. Just as Rhissai had, Jace had been unnecessarily brutal to the point of decapitating a defeated opponent. Jace was also perceptive enough to catch the slip with the Sith Lord's name. A Jedi being on a familiar first name basis with a Sith Lord wasn't exactly a good thing. It was a subject which he would have to question her in greater depth later.

Jace was glad that his friend at decided to step back so she wouldn't fall again but there was still some way to go. She talked about killing some Hutt as if it was some righteous quest. Healing the sick was indeed a noble cause, killing a Hutt to assuage your own need of penance was not. He may have been overly critical, especially of person he considered a friend and one who had just gone through such an ordeal but he had seen this happen enough to warrant it. He had seen many Jedi try to redeem themselves by going off and trying to 'buy' their way back into the light with what they believed was a good deed. Instead they fell even farther, Jace did not want to see that happen to Rhissai.

Finally Rhissai introduced the woman he seemed to be her traveling companion. Considering her appearance and the covering of her eyes, Jace guessed that she was a Miraluka. As he had sensed before, she didn't seem to have an ill intentions towards the Jedi and as such he didn't find her presence unwelcome.

Speaking of unwelcome presences...

He had sensed them moments earlier, and he assumed Rhissai along with Magdalena had also. Jace was about to move into action but saw there was no need as the young Miraluka was quite aware of her surroundings. She quickly dispatched one enemy, and then charged towards the rest.

Always in a hurry he silently quipped about the younger generation

The Jedi master calmly analyzed their current situation. He could sense multiple presences around them. Jace believed they had come here for Rhissai, but their numbers seemed a little too high even if they were after the woman. It was more likely that they had discovered that Jace was the one on planet. No doubt the Grandmaster's head would be a nice surprise alongside the wayward High Council member. They Sith were getting bolder with each passing day. Even though the camp they were at wasn't exactly crowded, it was still midday. They didn't seem to be in the mood to talk either, it seemed to be a trend among Jace's opponents of late.

A hooded figure slowly approached him, his gait leaked contempt. The Jedi could barely make out his opponents features but his presence in the Force was atleast some indication of how powerful he was. Jace's body relaxed as he prepared for the inevitable battle ahead. He hadn't come here expecting a fight but lately they seemed to be finding him. Subterrel had taken him to his limits, it didn't look like this would be any easier.

"Atleast there aren't Tuk'ata" He muttered to himself

[Dire Wolf]

Had Lyssah's mental barriers not been among the best among the Jedi, Jace would have felt a tremendous amount of shame radiating from her mind. It was so great, in fact, that the slight darkness slip through the edge of her ethereal senses passed by unnoticed. Her mistakes had finally been brought to light, and they writhed about in the harsh light of awareness for all to see. Fortunately she'd caught her Freudian slip in relation to Ramseye, but Jace was a perceptive. One didn't become Grand Master of the Jedi Order by having their eyes shut and their ears closed.

She was just about to speak when Mag hurled her lightsaber at a wall seemingly on a whim. The aphithiri woman glanced back at her Miralukan companion just in time to hear the Dark Jedi slump out from behind the barricade. When her gaze met the black-clad carrion of the dark one, she instantly grabbed for her lightsaber only to find them gone. A brief moment of panic revealed to her that she had hidden them, seeing as Jace was near by at the time. While this certainly hindered her ability to fight, she was hardly without a tooth. The woman had spent the last forty years training her body, and forging herself into a human weapon.

By then Mag had charged towards the other presences, and who was presumably the leader stepped out towards Jace. Lyssah would have moved to help her former friend, or so she thought she should refer to him now, but her now acute extra sensory perception warned her of a pair of malevolent things approaching the group from behind.

The woman's raven black hair danced around in a circle as she spun to face them, her arm held out and the Force bending to her will. A simple metal chair was picked up and thrown at one of the beings in an attempt to at least slow him down. It did that, and more. The chair slammed into the man's leg with enough force to sweep it out from under him, and she watched as he fell to the ground.

Her body was a blur as she rushed towards the second man, and he brought up his lightsaber to execute a nasty overhead swing just as she entered his reach. The man misjudged her speed, however, as she shot her hands up in the form of an X, stopping his one handed swing in between her forearms. Each of her hands instantly spun and moved, one to grasp his wrist and the other to latch onto his elbow as she moved behind him. Lysslocked out her arms, forcing his single arm straight out, before she forced him down and around so he was laying on his belly with his arm extended.

The woman's knee instantly slammed into his shoulder, then pressed her weight into it as she snapped his wrist back as hard as she could. Lyssah's muscles were powered by the Force and assisted by pressure as she heard wet pop followed quickly by a grunt of anger and pain. His elbow had been dislocated, making it easy for her to pry his lightsaber from his fingers.

Had the second man not been there.

The woman rolled out from the man and onto her feet just as a furious crimson blade roared through the air where her head had been not a few moments before.The positions of her hands were reminiscent of a boxer and her feet constantly changing back and forth, keeping her movements unpredictable. Her green eyes simply glared at the dark thing as he stood with his lightsaber in the position of an advanced Ataru form.

One final time, the Force obeyed her whim and formed a wall that was thrown against her enemy. It wasn't meant to throw him, or even really push him off his feet, just cause him to stumble back and think of his feet rather than his opponent. In that instant, when his mind was diverted, she pivotted her foot and sent the other one around her body. Her form was a display of controlled chaos as the leg's momentum caused her to spin around, and her other foot launched her body towards him.

As she flew through the air, the leg that kicked off curled into itself, coiling up those force powered muscles for maximum power. She roared out at the top of her lungs like a banshee as she flew towards the man, who was just barely beginning to recover, so that she would get the most out of this tremendous risk. That coiled leg then sprung forward like the arm of a catapult into the side of the man's face, putting tremendous amounts of force into his face.

He slumped back and fell like a house of cards in a strong wind, the power of the kick temporarily restarting his brain. The woman acted fast, calling that still angry but minus-a-useful-arm man's lightsaber into her grasp. That crimson blade burned furiously into existence and was hurled into the man's chest in yet another display of telekinesis. Basic as it was, it was indeed tremendously useful.

Lyssah's eyes flicked over to the now recovering Dark Jedi's form with an almost mourning expression on her face. These men may have been dark, but that hardly meant that she enjoyed killing them any more. "Dark Jedi," the woman cooed in a motherly tone as she walked over and pressed her boot against his dislocated shoulder until he was once again belly first on the ground. "You have a choice," her boot left his shoulder and was planted firmly on the ground, "continue to fight, and die, or go back to the Jedi where you can get some hel-"

He cursed.

He spat.

"... or you can die here, and now. What say you?"

He called her terrible things, and told the woman what obscenely things he would do to her (and her mother) once he stood. If he stood.

Then he spat again for good measure.

"I see," her hand opened, and the Dark One's lightsaber quickly met the soft flesh of her hand. She noted how cold the steel felt in her grasp, almost unnaturally so, and the mal intent that washed into her body via the lightsaber. It fed the small whisperings that every being, Jedi or no, felt on a daily basis. They quickly became tempting, almost too tempting for the woman to resist, and they reminded her of those things he said he'd do if he got up.

The obscenely, vile, disgusting, and downright unthinkable he barely elaborated on curled her stomach at the time. But now, with that dark lightsaber in her hand, she felt... angry. Rage built in her heart at the thought of him doing those things, and her grip tightened against the grip of the saber as if it were a vein attempt to choke off the feelings. Her facial expression quickly changed. Before it was the look of a mother who saw a wayward but insolent son strike out at her, but it changed into something else. Rage. Fury. Wrath. They all pervaded her soul as she held the tip of the lightsaber to the back of the man's head. Her eyebrows sunk and furrowed together, those soft emerald eyes turned into an acidic green glare, and the muscles in her jaw clenched powerfully.

It was then, and only then, that she realized just what she was becoming. In an instant she dropped her lightsaber, and barely heard its metallic clatter against the duracrete. Acidic green eyes quickly grew wide as dinner plates and bore the likeness of fear within them. Was she truly that close to falling? Had she not yet purged that vile filth from her body? Horror pervaded her system at the realization, and it was barely enough to notice that the man had risen from his spot on the ground and collected his lightsaber.

"Jedi scum," he seethed as a crimson star burned into existence, "too weak to finish what they start. Its a wonder that you're people have gotten so 'powerful'." Now, this man obviously didn't know Lyssah. Horror may have pervaded her mind, but it was hardly enough to stay her hand when it needed to move. Just as his good hand coiled back to strike her down, she pulled his dislocated arm towards her with her telekinetic might.

Yet again the 'man' screamed out in agony and anger as he was pulled towards her, but that was quickly cut short as the heel of her other hand's palm struck against his nose. He flopped over, nose shattered and cartilage lodged in his brain, dead. With the roll of her shoulders, she looked over to see three Dark Jedi charging towards her.

"Well... balls," she muttered to herself as lightning danced and cackled up and down her arms.

[Apillis]

The pitter-patter of her little feet scuttled across the floor of the establishment as chased after her next opponent. With a strong Force Push as she ran a large glass window shattered, which only a split second afterward she leapt through cutting off one of the Sith's paths. The two found themselves immediately clashing blades, there were no words, there was no thought or premeditation behind it. The two simply acted as if out of instinct as dictated by the very core of their training. The Sith she found herself crossing blades with, however, she quickly discovered to be just as powerful as she with the Force, but to her own disadvantage he is much taller and physically stronger than her own petite size and stature.

Repeatedly she often found herself giving up ground and backing off in their duel as he continued to use his raw physicality to overpower her. Despite dueling the man outside, from the window she jumped out of she utilized Force Pull to launch a large table directly him. Quickly he pushed her away violently as she clumsily stammered on her feet struggling to regain balance unable to withstand his raw strength. The Sith in turn swiftly backslashed his bright beamed lightsaber at the incoming table slicing it in half as he used his own Force power to plow right through it.

It was in that moment Magdalena mustered as strong of a Force Push she could release. The strength of which slammed into the Sith sending him tumbling wildly end over end. The immense power behind the Force Push knocked the wind out of the Sith as he was slow to rise back up to his feet in a weary, wobbly state. If there was one thing she learned from both her Master and her time at Aiaru among her fellow Mythics, it was how to draw and channel Force energy into a point not just within the body but outside of it. With her left hand extend outward, she concentrated and poured as much Force energy as she could into a single point upon the ground at the Sith's feet as he wearily rose to a stand.

From that point a ball of static energy rose from the ground, and the second it became level with the Sith's head it exploded in a powerful charge of raw electricity. It a way it was as if a small, concentrated Force energy rift had been torn open. The resulting electrical blast brutally and intensely electrocuted him causing him to cry out in agony. Electrical charges surged through the Sith as he writhed in pain. But it was only for a moment as Magdalena leaping through the air propelled by her own Telekinesis utilized on herself in a sort of Force Jump one could say, closing the gap between them. Before he could react, she brought her lightsaber down upon stabbing him directly through the chest silencing his agonizing forever.

Immediately her attention turned back to the establishment with concerns for Lyssah, perhaps unwarranted, perhaps not, nonetheless that is where she found her sole concerns laying within. Her swift scampering sprint carried back toward the window she had leapt through prier, and once again found herself jumping through it to get back inside from the dry, arid outdoors. Her eyeless sight scanned for Lyssah, whom she located almost immediately upon seeking her as the dark haired woman stood over her defeated foes.

A soft smile of relief came to Magdalena's visage upon seeing her...

[Jace]

Words played no part in their meeting. Jace had never been much of an eloquent speaker. He never had much confidence in his ability to talk someone back from the darkside. The Jedi was sure it could be done, he just didn't have the aptitude for it, it seemed his opponent was of the same mind. Except in his case, he didn't spew a torrent of anti-Jedi sentiment. No, they let the battle convey their perspectives, it was so much simpler.

Jace had been slightly surprised when his opponent had attacked him without a lightsaber. It had been a long time since the Jedi had faced an opponent that willingly chose unarmed combat. The bigger surprised was that he was moderately talented at it. They had gone back and forth, only scoring minor hits and glancing blows. Of course the Jedi was holding back a good bit, he tended to assess his opponent's strength as best he could before making his true move. Jace didn't like surprises, especially the kind of surprises that got him killed.

He proceeded to block his opponents attack with his left elbow and sent his right across the man's face. He staggered backwards, but Jace was already there. The Jedi continued with a series of strikes, his opponent managed to parry a few but the damage was done. The dark jedi got desperate as he drew his lightsaber wildly, forcing Jace to jump back. He nimbly dodged his opponent's rather sloppy attacks until he found an opening. Jace deftly side stepped a jab, grabbed hold of the man's wrist and wrenched it backward. The Dark Jedi screamed in pain as he dropped his lightsaber but was cut short as Jace's elbow crashed into his collarbone. He let go of the man's arm and watched as he fell to the ground.

Sensing danger from his right, Jace concentrated the Force towards the side. Jace spun to the left as his a telekinetic attack collided with his invisible wall. He used the inertia from the collision to aid his spin, gathering the Force towards his hands as he did. Then he planted his foot and a large wave of telekinetic energy burst forward from his hands in the general direction of the previous attack. Jace was rewarded with a yell in the distance followed by the sound of a loud crash.

"As to be expected from the Grandmaster" came a voice from behind him

Jace turned to see four cloaked figures, no doubt more of those who wished to kill him. He could only assume the one that had spoken was at the center. Indeed he could only faintly sense the being's presence in the Force, which told Jace that he was most likely the strongest of the four. They didn't make any immediate moves though, and Jace took the opportunity to properly ready himself. The fact that they knew who he was means that he had lost a piece of his advantage.

"Your presence has made for a pleasant surprise" the hooded figure noted

Pleasant wasn't exactly the word Jace would have used in this situation. In truth, he couldn't remember the last time he had been in a truly pleasant situation. The galaxy wasn't in a pleasant state, and these people weren't helping. Lightsabers found their way into his opponents hand and they poised to attack. The Jedi took in a deep breath, letting his hands fall to his sides and his shoulders relax. Jace raised his hands slowly as he exhaled until they finally stopped at their position from the required stance.

The real battle was about to begin.

[Dire Wolf]

Lyss gathered up all of her strength and projected it outwards as the three ran at her. That power was willed into being as a massive invisible wall, and the same power that brought it into being crunched it into a pair hand sized spheres that refracted light as if it were water. She threw this concentrated Force push at each of the two men in an attempt to cast them back, so she could fight one on one (for a short while). Each of those directed Force Pushes slammed into each Dark Jedi's chest with enough power to throw him back into the wall, but she hardly watched as the men struck the wall. Her focus was on the remaining Dark Jedi.

Lyssah's foot sprung forward to meet him in a charge, which caused a soft snap to be heard within the immediate area. The woman knew that she shouldn't have been fighting with that foot. Kicking was fine with the right, it was the first to be healed, but the left hadn't received as much attention as its sibling. Its plight was lessened with liberal amounts of the use of the various unnamed force powers devoted for inward expression rather than out, but it was hardly remedied. As was the case when her ankle broke yet again due to the tremendous stress she'd just put on it.

That snap caused a lance of pain that shot up her leg, shook her spine, and tore at her brain. The aphithiri women let out a short but sharp cry before she lost her footing and felt her stomach hit the ground with the grace of a slug. At first she wasn't quite able to react from the mixture of surprise and pain. Perfect. For the Dark Jedi. The battle was surely won before it had truly begun.

Wrong.

The man came upon her with a dark grin and shot his lightsaber downwards. He aimed to maim her: she was no good to the Empire dead. There was no time for taunting, either... the grand master and some little hellion was about. Lyss rolled out of the way, causing the man to miss. From there he swiped at her again and again, but she rolled out of the way each time. Just as she could feel the frustration reach its peak, the woman rolled around one final time and lashed her good leg out at his. He toppled to the ground.

In an instant, Lyssah wrestled the lightsaber from the man's grasp, or tried to. His grip was iron. She only took her her arm away only to issue a swift elbow to the nose before again attempting to wrest it from his grasp. Then she gave him another. Then three and a throat punch. Finally, the man's saber was released from his hand and into Lyss'. Its blade bore a hole through his chest with the fury of a golden star before being cast aside.

She couldn't risk another internal struggle.

Lyss looked up at one of the two Dark Jedi during his charge towards her. The other seemed to be indisposed. She knew for a fact that if she continued to fight from the ground against someone with a sword, she would die. If she kept her position of an MMA full mount on the now dead man, she would die. The only thing that meant life was fighting on her feet, or foot to be more precise. This was going to hurt... alot.

She planted her good foot into the floor and slowly rose to her feet, even as the Dark Jedi all but sprinted towards her with a murderous glare in his eyes. The woman barely had time to to fully rise before the Dark One was upon her, slashing and hacking ferociously. Lyssah narrowly contorted her body around each swipe, each time sowing more and more frusteration in the man's heart. Until he got smart.

Pain exploded from her ankle just as his foot crashed into it with all of his force augmented strength. Yet again the woman cried out in pain, and collapsed to the ground as if her weight was supported by a house of cards. She was dead. It was impossible to win at this point. The woman's heart sank in her chest as she laid on the deck, clutching the wounded ankle with one hand and holding the other's forearm up in a half-hearted defense. Pain filled her eyes and her mind, making it impossibly hard to think.

The dark man gave her a wolfish smile down at her as he held that crimson saber to her throat. No words were exchanged. He barely had the time to savor the moment, and she was hardly in the frame of mind to let fly one of her snarky quips. It was only then that the pain began to clear and she began to think of ways to yet again survive.

His blade flew forward.

Her head simply slipped out of the way and her free hand flew forward, lightning arced out of those elegant fingers. She felt no hate towards the man, nor did she feel anger or bear any form of mal feelings towards the man. The lightning simply danced out at her command, striking him and lancing fire up and down his body. After the final shreds of life left the man's form, she released him from her grasp and simply collapsed back onto the ground. There she layed for a few brief moments before slowly standing back up once more. If there were any more Dark Jedi or Sith, she didn't care. Though she wouldn't hesitate to kill them, too.

"So I'm a cripple now, huh," she mumbled to herself.

[Apillis]

The smile on Magdalena's visage expressing her relief at seeing Rhissai, suddenly vanished suddenly became one of dread and fear... Fear... something since her encounter with her old master, had ruled her many of her thoughts. Much of her time spent during her meditations being her trying to purge herself of fears, and center herself within a more serene mind. It works for the most part, but such methods only last so long until anxiety of the unknown and self-doubt begins to set in.

Since her leaving the Jedi Order she has never had to fight, and even when she was apart of it, it was a rarity given her sheltered life within the Jedi Temple. The girl could even count on one hand of how many battles she had fought during her time spent in the Order while running missions with her master. Which in a way can be viewed as a downfall for Magdalena as the rush, the emotion, and intensity of battle she is largely unused to dealing with, she has the knowledge to ward herself from being sucked into the rush of it all -- but knowledge and experience are two separate entities.

Seeing Rhissai, perhaps the only one she had encountered in all of Magdalena's solitude to actually show a measure of caring or concern for her. At least enough to ask if she would like to travel with her, and in this galaxy such a thing is not to be taken lightly, at least within Magdalena's mind it is not. Nevertheless, seeing Rhissai in trouble sparked something within Magdalena, there was no thought or hesitation to her next action. As a few Sith engaged Rhissai, one of which Magdalena charged right for. With her swift steps, short stature, and petite frame it is not surprising that he did not see her approach right away.

It was only by a narrow margin that the Sith was able to redirect the glowing bright green lightsaber blade thrusting at his head away from him. The two immediately changed the course of their blades to strike at each other, but only found themselves clashing beams once again. But given Magdalena's Makashi style, it gave her a free hand to work with, and with a darkness beginning to boil and seethe within her she grabbed on to the Sith's side. Her slender fingers of her dainty hand digging into him like talons as she fueled herself with the surge of what she knew within the power of the dark side. Her cringed and gritted his teeth in agony, he wanted to let go of his lightsaber with one of his hands to pull away Magdalena's grasp on him, but with his current positioning, it would give Magdalena an openning to cut him down.

As Rhissai fought her assailants, she could not see physically what was happening to her, but Magdalena could see and feel through the Force, and hearing Rhissai's pain did not help sooth what Magdalena was feeling within that moment. It only seemed to consume Magdalena in more fear for her as the dark side welled up within the young former Jedi. Magdalena's fingers begun to dig and embed themselves into the Sith's flesh. As the Sith's red blood begun to trickle from the wounds of Magdalena's fingers stabbing into his flesh running down Magdalena's fingertips to her elbows where the blood pooled and dripped off her; with that same hand she charged up as much lightning as she conjure. Though she utilized her talents she had learned from her Stellar Mythic brethern of the Levinkinetic arts, it was fueled all by her fear and hate -- it was of the dark side this elemental power of lightning and energy.

The lightning poured from her fingertips lodged into the Sith's flesh directly into his body. The Sith screamed and cried out in torturous pain as immense amounts of electrity shot through his entire body, ande ven radiated outside of him. With the unfathomable amount of pain he was suffering in that moment, his grip loosened on his lightsaber, and with a swift, short flourish Magdalena sliced off both of his hands at the wrist. As his lightsaber through the air, both of his hands still remained -- if only just barely -- gripped upon its hilt. But, Magdalena still did not let up, she only felt a darkness consuming her, and it did not let her think about a moments mercy as she continued to pour lightning into the Sith's body, even after she had felt Rhissai's encounter the last Sith come to an end. Though, piercing through the fog of Magdalena's mind, she felt -- heard a voice -- one all too familiar to her -- as if it were a forgotten memory only now recalled...

"If I let you live… will you become the daughter I raised, or will you merely become a Padawan that I trained to become a Jedi?"

The girl knew her former Master's voice when she heard it, she did not know why she never recalled her master saying this to her, and felt it was something to meditate on later. For now, her desire to kill superceded all else in her mind, "I am your daughter, my Master...", Magdalena mumbled as she tortured the helpless Sith in her literal grasp. Briefly switching off the blade of her lightsaber, she flipped her lightsaber hilt into a reverse resting the beam end at the base of the Sith's callor. The very second she switch on the beam, with her hand that she surged lightning into his body, she exerted a powerful Force Push. The Force Push launched him out of her graps as he still snapped and popped with lightning, but with the lightsaber having been ignited into him, this also caused him to be sliced in two as he was blown away by her.

The girl stared off for a moment as she screambled from within to regrain some level of equanimity, but she could not deny... the power she felt upon touching her inner-darkness... and using it...

But after that trice, she quickly turned her attention back to Rhissai...

[Jace]

He launched forward with a Force induced burst of speed. He could no longer afford to take his time, not with so many dangerous opponents. His speed had caught the first Dark Jedi clearly off guard, and he barely managed to dodge Jace's first punch. Sadly for him, the first one was the only one he dodged. The Jedi pummeled him with a four hit combo which ended with a Jace's knee crashing into his opponent's chin. The impact was immense, a resounding crack of a jaw breaking followed by a cry of pain.

Jace was already in motion before the Dark Jedi hit the ground. He had already closed the distance to his next opponent and they quickly engaged each other. The Jedi weaved about making sure to avoid his opponent's crimson lightsaber. Jace spun to the right just in time to only have his robe singed slightly. His opponent seemed to be favoring Ataru and his aggressiveness was putting Jace on his back foot. Decades of combat experience at his back, the Jedi had more than a few ways to handle the current situation though.

The Jedi made a show of being pushed back, slowly creating distance between the two. His right hand then swept in a wide arc from right to left. The telekinetic sweep sent a cloud full of dust into the man's face. Jace's muscles tensed as the Force coursed through them, knees bent, and suddenly he sprung backwards and a few feet into the air. He was falling then, and his opponent and cleared his vision and charged forward with a burst of the Force as per his aggressive nature. That was exactly what Jace had been counting on. Timing was everything, and if Jace got this wrong, chances were he would be bisected in a matter of seconds. He balled his hand into a fist as his body raced towards the ground. Gathering the Force about his hand, he shot his fist outward when he was inches from the ground. The Dark Jedi was a mere foot from him as Jace's fist crashed into the ground. He suddenly released the Force he had gathered up, and it exploded outward. The force of Jace's telekinetic blast, meeting his opponents Force aided sprint could only be described as violent. It was suddenly as if he had run straight into a wall and then rebounded multiple feet from where he was standing.

Looking up, Jace watched as the man hit the ground, his opponent would be lucky if he was dead. The force of the impact had probably scrambled whatever little brains he had into jelly.

Two down, two more to go

One of the remaining two suddenly seemed to be uncertain about this whole fiasco. His comrade seemed to sense the same thing, and quickly got his partner back in line. They whispered to each other and though he didn't know exactly what they were saying, Jace could make an educated guess. It seemed that they weren't going to take any chances as they both made to attack him at once. He was surprised they didn't all attack him at once before. Then Jace remembered that he hadn't really given them a chance, thank the Force for that.

His breathing slowed, he focused on keeping it at its current rate. What he was about to do had always been a result of breathing techniques. Only a Jedi could truly appreciate the act of breathing, something which most beings do without a thought. He closed his eyes even as his opponents moved to close the distance. There was a light cackle which slowly grew louder and louder until it resonated in the immediate area. Lightning danced from his hand all the way up to his elbow. Lightning fist was a technique he had created many years ago, though he would never really consider it perfected, atleast not yet.

It was a sorely misunderstood technique that had got Jace more than a few unkind words. Unlike the darker lightning which Sith and Dark Jedi tended to favor, his was quite passive. It didn't have a high capacity for destruction, only incapacitation. A true master of unarmed combat would realize there are many steps to the technique which make it so effective. One was the sound, it threw his opponents off on many occasions, though not at all. The next was the presence of lightning itself, it distracted his opponents, drawing their eyes from where they should be. The third being that even if they could compensate for the first two, they still had to put that much more focus into the battle, it strained them. Of course it had taken Jace years of training to make sure that the technique wasn't a double edged razor.

Jace's opponents were upon him, and he worked deftly to dodge their attacks. His main strategy would be to channel the paralyzing electricity into his opponents but they weren't giving him much an opportunity. He winced in pain as a lightsaber nicked his shoulder but quickly shut out the pain. Jace may not be amazing in dealing with politicians or younglings, but he sure as hell could deal with pain. One of the Dark Jedi was having trouble dealing with Jace's lightning fist, but his partner was covering up for his mistakes. Thus Jace was having trouble finding an opening. Things weren't looking good for him at this rate, he needed to think of something fast.

It had been said that truly talented Jedi had a strong connection to the Force, and it was a connection that he took advantage of. Jace drew the Force to him, it ran through his body, invigorating him. His attacks suddenly became faster, the Dark Jedi were suddenly on the defense. He knew he couldn't keep this up for long, it needed to end soon. His fists no longer cackled with lightning, but they were a blur none the less. The less experienced opponent was barely managing to keep up, and he soon made his critical mistake. Jace side stepped to the right to avoid his other enemies attack. Using his momentum he took another step and his muscles tensed preparing to jump. The weaker Dark Jedi could not keep up with Jace's speed and swung in a vague horizontal arc near the Jedi's midsection. Rather than dodge to the side, Jace leaped sideways off his feet in a butterfly twist. Even as his foot left the ground, he drew his lightsaber, and as he twisted in midair it ignited as he extended his hand outward. The Dark Jedi's crimson saber passed inches under Jace as the Jedi's lightsaber passed inches through the man's throat.

The Dark Jedi clutched at his throat as he fell to the ground dying. Jace's final opponent was only a few feet away, and there was no way he could bring his lightsaber to bear properly. Instead he leaped forward, crashing into the last of his dark opponents. The force of the collision sent both of their lightsaber out of their hands. Jace was relentless and quickly punched his opponent twice. He grabbed a fist full of opponent's robes and lifted him up. Jace spun around with the man still in his clutches and thew him as far as he could. His opponent rolled on the ground but managed to get to his feet, only to be hit by a telekinetic blast from Jace. The energy sent the unprepared Dark Jedi flying back into a nearby wall. The Jedi wasn't finished though as he gathered the Force about him one more time. He focused it and it exploded outward in the form of a telekinetic wave. The wave crashed into the Dark Jedi and consequently the wall which exploded upon contact.

The Grandmaster stumbled to his feet, exhaustion finally hitting him as the adrenaline and Force left him. He really needed a vacation, this seemed to be happening much too often for his comfort. The Jedi was breathing heavily, he exerted a great deal of effort to deal with his last foes, they had not made it easy...they never did. A result of his fight had left five or more dead or unconscious dark Jedi, a pulverized wall, and more than few lightsaber burns on his body.

"Is everyone alright?" He finally managed to say to his comrades.

[Dire Wolf]

Lyssah sensed the darkness during her bout with the final Dark Jedi, but at the time she didn't fully realize that it didn't originate from one of their Sith Enemies. It came from one of the few people that she considered a friend, an ally: Magdalena. The Aphithiri woman's eyes grew wide at the sight of the insular, shielded girl standing over the cadaver of a Sith with a nasty crimson stain coating her hand.

"Oh, Magdalena," she shook her head, her voice at a mere mumble, "in front of the grand master of the Jedi Order, no less." A heavy sigh caused her form to deflate somewhat as she limped over to the girl. Her hand rested on the girl's shoulder, and her concerned eyes belied the severity of her face. Right then was not the time or the place to speak of the dangers of the Dark Side... for now she regulated herself to damage control. If possible, defense as well. Jace may have been her friend, one of her closest ones in fact, but she wouldn't let someone get hauled off by to the temple if she could help it. Especially if she thought she could help them better herself.

"Is everyone alright?"

"We're fine, Jace." That look of hers melted into one of general warmth, but concern still plagued her eyes. Her leg was broken, and it was blatantly obvious by the way that she stood, resting every last big of weight against the healed limb while barely allowing the broken one to touch the ground. Nevertheless, she found herself worried about her friend's path, and would never forgive herself if she was the catalyst of the girl's fall. At least that's what she assumed. She flicked her gaze over to the man, and offered a light smile, "you look a little worse for wear, though..."

Lyssah looked at the broken bodies of men that she'd smote. Her heart stung at all the death that she'd caused, even if they wanted nothing more than to kill her. She truly hated death, or that's what she told herself. In truth, the woman hardly seemed to have a grasp on her own persona, changed and contorted as it was after her leave from the Order. Part of her wondered if she was the same person.

[Apillis]

"Oh, Magdalena... in front of the grand master of the Jedi Order, no less."

The girl simply stood there and head held low in response to quiet words and worrisome gaze Lyssah looked upon her with; Magdalena's own expression an appologetic one. Though it quickly became a look of concern for Lyssah seeing her limp as one of her legs were broken, and that concern did not fade as the dark haired woman gently lay her hand on Magdalena's shoulder. The young Miraluka had completely forgotten about her covered in the blood of the Sith she had slain as she positioned herself against Lyssah's side, and putting Lyssah's arm over Magdalena's own shoulder's, so Lyssah could lean on her rather than solely having to rely on her good leg.

While her disposition within the Force still treaded within the pools of the dark side, Magdalena had managed to regain her equanimity, but the tempo of the battles had only just begun to settle; and the ebb and flow of the Force within a person take more time than a mere moment to fully wash out. Magdalena may have reclaimed her center, but her inner darkness simmering within her had not fully chilled. While she would never admit to such given present company, part of the girl enjoyed being able to utilize the dark arts and talents she had begun to study and learn from the Blood Mythics since joining their order. As she served as crutch to help Lyssah, her mind briefly ruminated on what other applications and uses and methods she could apply such teachings to and perhaps expand upon.

But...

"Is everyone alright?"

...now was not the time to dwell on such things. The young Miraluka girl remained silent as she kept close against Lyssah's side to serve as her crutch. Given she was a budding practitioner of the dark side, or at the very least the dark arts of the Blood Mythics, it was best she said nothing. Though, the girl tends to not speak much at all outside of private moments with those she has become quite comfortable with, and of even those the numbers were less than even a few -- there was only ever one; that being her former master, Elysis.

Magdalena pressed against Lyssah's side as one hand was wrapped around the back of Lyssah's waist, and the other hand gently holding on to Lyssah's wrist as she had Lyssah's arm drapped over her shoulders, enabling Lyssah to prop up against her; so Lyssah can stay off of her broken leg. Magdalena quiet as ever, made certain to keep her mouth shut, and only speak when spoken to...

[Jace]

Fine was a very fluid term when it came to Jedi. Rhissai's leg was not in a good shape among other things. The other girl, Magdelena, well she had issues of another sort. There was no way Rhissai could have missed that darkness either. Jace chose not to comment on such an occurrence, the bodies that littered the ground reminded him that the situation was not entirely normal. Aside from that, if she was to be Rhissai's traveling companion then no doubt her friend would have a word or two with the other girl.

"You look a little worse for wear"

Jace took a moment to assess his current physical status. Fighting multiple Dark Jedi at the same time was not an easy task, and his injuries reflected such. There were burns in places where lightsabers had nicked him. Luckily none of them were too serious, and it wasn't like he was actively bleeding either. That was one advantage of being sliced by a lightsaber as compared to any other blade. He had used the Force to a great extent during his battle. Though he could call upon a higher level of Force than others, as a result he felt a much greater fatigue, there was always a price. That was often the lure for the darkside, tremendous power for little cost, it seemed so much easier. The cost may not have been apparent but it was great, too great.

"I could say the same to you." He said with a small smile, and then his gaze focused on Magdelena "If you could put her down on those steps over there" Jace said motioning to a pair of steps near them.

Once she had been seated, Jace made his way over to her and knelt down. Now Jace had never been much of a healer, but he still knew the basics. He also knew that it was much harder to heal's one own injuries. Magdelena wouldn't be much help at this point either, not with her current state. The Jedi focused, holding both hands out, palms facing towards Rhissai's injured leg. They began to glow as Jace poured healing energy into her leg. His face was pure concentration, as he was determined not to make a mistake. A few minutes later he stood up, and looked at Rhissai.

"Well that should help until you can get proper treatment"

He walked towards the bodies that lay on the ground, and knelt at each one, one after the other. Jace was searching for any evidence of who may have sent them. As expected there was nothing to indicate who they worked for. That in itself may have been a clue though for it told Jace that whoever they worked for was very thorough. The more Jace thought on it, the more he believed this was an attempt by the Sith. They had spies everywhere, they could have easily heard about Rhissai's absence and her other activities. Turning her to their cause would give them a great asset, Jace shuddered at the thought. Luckily that looked like it wouldn't be the case anymore. Finally satisfied that he done enough investigation he turned to the other two.

"My official report will say that I had located you, but that we were attacked by a group of Dark Jedi. During the commotion, you managed to escape and I lost your trail."

The Jedi let out a small sigh before continuing.

"Rhissai, even with my report, it is unlikely that the Council will be satisfied. I cannot stop them from continuing to search for you. I hope you find the answer you are looking for, and that it will lead you back to the Temple. Until then, may the Force be with you...old friend"

He bowed to the woman he had called a friend for so many years, and with that turned around and headed back to his ship, unsure of whether he had done the right thing or not.

[Dire Wolf]

Lys couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow in her heart when the petite miraluka's head sunk low. If the Aphithiri woman was anything, she was compassionate. The girl had done wrong, yes, but she didn't intend for her to actually hear that scolding. Lyssah said nothing but a little thank you as her companion slid around and positioned her small frame at her flank, and moved Lys' arm across her shoulder so she could be leaned on. It was a welcome relief.

Lys walked towards the stairs at Jace's bidding, and used Magdalena as something of a crutch along the way. It still hurt, but it wasn't nearly as painful as trying to gimp her way there. The woman let out a soft sigh of relief when her weight was finally settled on the stairs, and couldn't help but lean back and let her eyes slide shut as Jace healed her ankle. She'd never quite gotten used to the warm yet cool feeling of one's will mending bodily harms and maladies. Lys could feel her the two halves of her ankle shifting back into place and fusing together, but it hardly hurt. Within a few moments the deed was done and Jace was speaking.

"I do too, old friend," she let out a sad smile as he bowed and turned away. Something deep within her doubted that she'd ever find her way back to the Jedi temple, though Jace and her padawan were the only two that she could truly call friends. The only two that she truly missed. A tear began to form in her eye when she realized that she may have just seen the man for the final time.

Those brilliant green eyes averted away from his ever shrinking form, and a small lump formed in her throat. "Lets get out of here, Magdalena," she tried not to croak out, "I hate death." Lys stood up and gave one final look at Jace before turning her back and walking the opposite direction.

[Apillis]

The insular girl remained quiet as she stayed at Lyssah's side, and helped get the dark haired woman to the steps to sit on for the Grandmaster to mend her leg. She did little more than stay by Lyssah's side. The young Miraluka felt doing anything more may only cause more of a problem. Remaining quiet as the Grandmaster healed Lyssah's broken leg. It was just as well she simply remained by the woman's side, there was little she could do, and healing had never exactly been her forte.

To say the least she was surprised the Grandmaster did not say or do anything, though she knew he noticed -- yet he said nothing to Lyssah or her about it -- letting her inner darkness take hold. Naturally, she was not going to bring up the issue, it would be the summit of stupidity for her to do so. As ever she remained quiet, saying not a word as the Grandmaster healed Lyssah's wound. It was no different when the two conversed, she stayed silent, it was not her place in any case to intrude. As is typical with the girl, she viewed doing such a thing as being quite impolite.

She wached the Grandmaster as he left briefly, until...

"Lets get out of here, Magdalena... I hate death."

Magdalena looked up at the raven haired woman, she tilted her head slightly at the woman with an eyeless gaze out of perplexity of the statement Lyssah uttered. She looked back to the dead bodies now empty shells with only lingering faded shades of the dark side of the Force from their passing. All things with the dark side ends in death, and often with violent, brutal ends. She tried not to focus on her own exist in regards to such a point of view.

"Yes, Master Rhissai...", she replied to the Jedi Master with a quiet, submissive tone. Still finding it difficult to drop the old habit of honorifics from her lifetime spent in the Jedi Order, despite Lyssah's not caring for them.