a possible master [Jarek Kahn]

[Erael]

Erael walked through the streets of Mos Eisley, eyes darting back and forth. He wore speederbike goggles over his eyes, looking little more than a human with grayish skin. He watched several things, practicing using the force, still very crude. He caught bits and pieces here and there, seeing various thoughts, a very faint aura. He felt a small pain from trying to stretch too far and closed it up, sighing and continuing walking.

Erael felt a disturbance, a warning. He let a hand drift beneath his cloak, resting on his vibrosword. He felt a light tab on his belt and turned. Nothing. A small jawa figure was scurrying away. Erael slipped a hand to his credit purse…

…which wasn’t there. Erael started after the figure, catching flashes of brown cloak as it turned closer. He started to see multiple ones, perhaps decoys. Erael stretched his mind out, ignoring a small pain.

He could see enough to find the real thief. Minutes later, the thief made a mistake, running into one of the dead ends of the Mos Eisley alleyways. The thief turned and began stuttering in it’s jawa language, one he did not understand. Erael simply held out a hand.

It looked at the hand, it’s little black hand fondling the stolen purse. Erael pushed his goggles up, revealing dark-side tainted eyes. It flinched, handing over the purse. Erael nodded and tied it to his purse.

The thief thought it would get away scot-free, stammering thanks. Erael drew his vibrosword and struck, severing it’s arm at the elbow. Sheathing his blade, he walked away, pulling his goggles down. He felt a disturbance once more and spun on the spot, an arc of lightning arcing from his fingertips. The single surge struck the thing, making it scream and drop it’s blaster. It fell to the ground smoking and erael left.

[Jerek]

Jerek's ship was being piloted by a droid. Soon they were in view of Tatooine. The prison which Jerk left at six to become a Jedi, but that didn't happen. Instead he was trained by a Dark Jedi, whom he struck down to become ever more powerful.

The ship touched down in a free hangar. Jerek looked at the droid. "Do not leave until I return." The droid nodded and slackened its grip on the steering control. Jerek stepped down from the ship, looking at the sandy ground. Memories shot back into his mind. Unbearable memories.

The ones of his parents being slaughtered. He threw the memories from his mind and proceeded out of the hangar. His black cloak rippled in the small desert wind. His black boots crunched the sand beneath him. His lightsaber was hidden beneath his cloak. His yellow eyes swept the street once. Then, he walked up the streets. Jawas scuttle out of his way.

Jerek turned a random corner. He saw a cloak swish around a corner. What was it? Jerek sprinted forward, turning the corner himself. He only got a small glimpse of what was happening. A vibrosword swung at a Jawa, then a another Jawa tried to shoot the man with the sword as he turned his back.

Then, the man shot lighting from his finger tips, killing the Jawa. No, it couldn't be. This man had to know of Jedi techniques. That lightning was a Dark Side technique. Then, Jerek sensed it. A small connection with the force inside this being.

"You there," Jerek called out to the goggled man. Jerek's right hand was rested on his lightsaber just incase. This man might go with Jerek, then again he might want to fight him. Either way Jerek would come out on top.

[Erael]

Erael felt another force presence, another force sensitive. The hairs on his neck stood as he turned to look. It was a man, one hand on a lightsaber. He could expect a fight. If he was jedi, he would seek to either turn him to the light side, which the very thought of made him laugh, or kill him. If he was a dark jedi, perhaps of enough status to train him.

Erael pulled his goggles down, letting them hang at his neck. Sulfurous yellow eyes looked over the dark jedi, staring brightly underneath shaggy black bangs. He rested a hand on his vibrosword, understanding that if he was going to fight him, blocking would do no good. He would have to strike quickly.

“Who are you?” He said, a small rasp in his voice. His use of the dark side and his life of it had had it’s way with his appearance, as well as his voice. He drew his vibrosword and held it low, ready to strike should he pose a threat.

“Tell me. Are you jedi? A weak ‘bringer of the light’? a defender of the force?” He said with a mocking tone. “Or are you dark jedi, one who seeks to find the true nature of the force, to harness it’s natural power?” he smiled.

His thoughts were going ahead of himself. If he was dark jedi, and wished to train him, he would have to prove himself to Erael. He could not have one who was weaker than himself as a master.

It was at times like these when he cursed the jedi council, who had cut his lightsaber in two during his last stand. He’d been forced to use a vibrosword stolen from training quarters, much too heavy for his taste.

[Jerek]

Difficultly suppressing a laugh, Jerek spoke," I'm not 'bringer of the light'. I'm no defender either. I am a Dark Jedi, as you have suspected upon seeing me. Yes, I know you did." Jerk looked at the eyes staring at him. His left hand rose silently to his hood and pushed it back. His face, spiky black hair, and dark yellow eyes were revealed. His right hand never left his lightsaber. He saw the man unclip his sword. So, he wanted a fight.

Very well, Jerek thought to himself. He unclipped the handle from his belt. Jerek tapped the black button. In a flash of yellow, his weapon ignited. He stepped forward a little, dark yellow eyes locked with the man's light yellow ones. "You want me to prove myself? Very well. Prepare!" Then, without another word of warning or hesitation, Jerek charged the man head-on. He swung his saber around to meet the blade of his vibrosword.

Sparks flew from the locked blades. Golden sparks, flying everywhere. The blades gave a twitch as their holders' hands fought to over power the other. "Just give up." Jerek broke the connection, flipping backward. He swung his blade in a taunting way.

He already had his next move planned out. If the man took the bait, he would guard an attack, then try to use a dark force technique on him. If he didn't, Jerek would charge him again and attempt to damage his weapon.

[Erael]

Erael hissed as the man attacked, making a dent in his sword’s blade. The blade wouldn’t hold up to the saber for long. He cursed, trickery, perhaps. The man was no fool, that was clear. But intelligence did not make one stronger. Erael chuckled.

“We are clear that you fight an echani, yes?” He laughed an used a force pull on the man’s saber, not at all trying to steal it away, just to make it harder to block. Erael moved in quickly, more so than average and made several quick thrusts at the man, jumping back.

He thrust his sword hand out, hilt first and his eyes flashed as he released a bolt of force lightning at him.

Erael shrugged off his cloak and held the vibrosword with two hands, watching the man carefully. He could see he was slightly faster than the dark jedi, and was more proficient with the sword. He may stand a chance, as long as he avoided clashing weapons. That saber could do some serious damage both to him and his weapon.

Erael stepped backwards, foot stepping on the blaster the jawa had dropped. A plan formed in his mind, using the force to pull it up into his hand. Erael squeezed off a few badly aimed shots at the man. He knew little of blasters, they were not traditional weapons.

[Jerek]

He saw the small dent appear in the sword's blade. Jerek quickly guarded the the thrusts and small force pull made by the man. He could see now he would have to use his force powers. He deactivated his lightsaber and clipped it back onto his black belt. He couldn't fight in this cloak. It was much too hot here and it was not roomy enough. Jerek dropped his cloak to the ground.

He didn't use his lightsaber to guard the lightning. He merely held his hand up. The lightning stopped in his palm, forming into a ball of force power. Jerek thrust his hand at the man. The ball of lightning flew at the man. As the Echani shot at Jerek, the lightning ball made contact with the shot in midair. The lightning shots and the force lightning made a small explosion above the ground.

In the dust that blew up, Jerek took his chance, feeling a small force accumulation in his right hand. He made a thrust at the man. The Echani male went flying into the wall behind him. His vibrosword went flying away, as did the Jawa's blaster. He did not just hit the wall, but he went into the wall five inches. Jerek held his right hand up, holding the man into the wall.

"Have I 'proven' myself yet?" Again Jerek suppressed a laugh.

[Erael]

((appreciate it if you cut the powerplay down a bit *throwing erael into a wall* thanks))

Erael hit the wall with a grunt, falling down onto his knees coughing in the dust. He pulled the goggles over his eyes and watched the man. “Not quite yet.” He said with a cough, using a weak heal spell to rid himself of a couple bruises. He extended a hand and his vibrosword returned to it, a rigid line from shoulder to blade tip.

Erael stood straight. “Your sword technique, you can train me nothing I do not know already. But you have several force techniques I would like to learn.” He smiled as he sheathed his blade, forcing the warped dent in, sending slag flying into the air.

Putting on his cloak, he wrapped it around himself. “You must keep in mind basic techniques of force fighting. You are not limited to what you have. The smallest power can send into events a large effect.” He chuckled, a hand coming from beneath his cloak. He turned it at the wrist, causing a small breeze to begin in the alleyway.

“Remember your surroundings.” He chuckled, using the force in spurts to create a miniature sandstorm, swirling about the two in a brown cloud. Erael was protected by his cloak and goggles, reaching out with his mind to feel the other man, to sense his presence. Cancelling out the thoughts and images of the others in the area, he focused on Jerek.

He saw a faint aura in the sandstorm. He smiled and took up the blaster, firing at the area inside the aura, at jerek.

[Jerek]

"Do not lecture me on the force." He waved a hand at his cloak. It sailed into his hand lightly. Jerek slowly pulled it on. Then, the sandstorm started. A small, force activated one. He closed his eyes, but was not blind to what was happening. He could see the man and himself inside the sandstorm, as if it wasn't there. Then, the blaster shot flew at Jerek.

It was lucky his reflexes were quick. His lightsaaber flew from his belt and into his hand, igniting the minute it left his belt. He blocked, one, two, three blaster shots. The fourth he didn't get a chance to block. Instead, he used the force to flip backward, avoiding the shot and escaping the small sandstorm.

Once outside of it, he waved his hand. The sandstorm strengthened, closing around the Echani. Jerek smirked, then walked away the way he had come. He didn't even give a second glance backward, as he exited the alleyway. Jerek was soon on the main street again, his lightsaber safely fastened back to his belt by now.

He slowly pulled his hood back up. He knew the man wasn't dead, just dazed. That was what Jerek had intended to do. He turned a a corner and continued to walk toward a small shop. He pushed the door open. He swept the shop will a look, then spotted what he needed and wanted. He greatly needed a speeder bike. The one he spotted was in fair condition.

"How much for this?" Jerek pointed to the bike as a feeble elderly male came walking from the back. "Five-hundred." Jerek reached to his belt, withdrawing a small black leather money purse. "Here. Keep it all," Jerek said, tossing the pouch onto the counter.

He lifted the bike up from the stand and carried it outside. It was heavy, yes, but Jerek managed to carry it. He looked side to side, up and down the street, and all the other directions. Good, the Echani hadn't spotted him yet. Jerek slowly and patiently made his way back to his transport. Now that he was hidden from view, he could levitate the bike into the ship. That is exactly what he did too. The bike came to rest in the small cargo hangar of the ship.

"Just a bit more time..." Jerek stepped out from the ship, looking around again.

[Erael]

Erael smiled as the storm increased in power, walking through it with some trouble, but still neatly. He continued his concentration on Jerek, watching his aura carefully. He walked out into the street for a moment, just enough time for the jedi to escape his sight. Erael knew the general direction he was headed, however.

He headed towards the starship, continuing watching the man with his eyes closed. He could see basic objects in his way to avoid, as well as his aura. He was growing better at this.

As Erael approached, he clicked his tongue. “I should have expected you to do something like this. Run off when I couldn’t see you.” He smiled, starting to feel a burning sensation in his arm. Looking at it, he saw the cloak had been burnt as well as flesh. A blaster bolt had grazed his arm.

Erael seized a handful of sand and clapped it into the wound, grimacing. It served several purposes, it would stop the bleeding, forming a spongy cover that would form a bandage. And any germ in it would help his immune system, making him less likely to catch some petty illness.

He smiled and looked back at Jerek. “You won’t rid yourself of me that easily.”

[Jerek]

Jerek turned to look at the young Echani. "You will come with me then to further your training in the Dark Side of the force." It was not a question. It was a statement. Jerek led the way onto the ship. "If you have anything of value, I suggest you gather it and come back immediately." Jerek then stepped onto the ship without further word.

He sat down in his seat and waited for Erael to come back. His hand were crossed in his lap. He also still had his hood up. Jerek's lightsaber was safely clipped onto his belt. His yellows eyes burnt underneath his hood.

"Wait for the Echani, droid." The droid gave a soft sound of recognition. Jerek looked at the doorway of the ship. The man returned a few moments later. "Sit, my apprentice."

Jerek indicated the seat near his. He turned and nodded at the droid. The droid took hold of the steering and pulled up. The ship took off with a soft whooshing. Soon, they were zooming away from Tatooine. Jerek sensed that the Echani sitting next to him had a lot in common with Jerek himself.


(I suppose we should move to the "space" section after you post?)

[Erael]

Erael looked at the man with a smile. It seemed known to both of them that the man would teach him. Certainly he had proven himself by a sufficient amount. Erael chuckled and looked around Tatooine. Nothing. He shrugged and walked aboard the ship with a chuckle.

Erael watched the man with an amused grin. He pulled his goggles completely off, revealing his sulfur yellow eyes, strangely light even with the taint. But that was a story for another time.

Erael set his goggles and cloak down beside him and sat cross-legged, eyes closed. He explored the ship with his mind, taking deep breaths, allowing the force to envelop him in mixture with his echani meditation. He cleared his mind and allowed his surroundings to fill it, noting details. He felt a sort of unreachable spot right next to him, his master. He couldn’t quite read the man yet, getting to know him and his various weaknesses would help with that.

Erael sat for a few moments, locked in a sort of trance. In-orbit flying made him uneasy.

“So, master. Where shall we travel first?”

[Jerek]

(After I post this, I'll go make a thread in the space section. It'll have your name in parenthesis.)
"First you must craft a lightsaber. So, we will be traveling somewhere with various power crystals. Where, I do not know yet." He could sense his new apprentice trying to reach his (Jerek's) mind. He closed it off to the Echani. Jerek looked at the yellow eyes that resembled his own.

Jerek could feel the slight connection with the force Erael had. He could also see that he had not finished any distinct training in lightsaber combat, or Force techniques.

(Sorry this is so short. I'll copy and paste this into the space section, so we'll be able to pick right up, okay?)