One End Another Begins {Closed but to Jiko}

[shawn]

It had been about 3 hours now since the "Oracle" had docked to a Jedi Temple docking platform, objects from his journey into the Unknown Region being unloaded from this ships cargo hold. Most of it was material they needed such as more steel, more copper, etc which were used in the utility ships and he had also been able to find some focus crystals of different colors from one of the few planets that were inhabitable. Now through most of the supplies left more then half were still good so unloading the bad stuff and bring aboard new stuff the "Oracle" was nearly primed to go again but for a few missing pieces crucial to its lift off.

Far across the platform talking to a small group of Jedi Knights who he himself had trained with before leaving Shawn stood erect and still in good grace of the Jedi posture. Now Shawn was somewhat a bit more rigid then his old classmates but then again he had been out exploring the unknown while they were still here fighting the Dark Jedi. Sure Shawn had done fighting but not as much as them but yet he still looked older then them though most were actually a year or two older or younger then him.

"Now listen I need to get back to my ship but I am sure I will be around more my friends with this Padawan I have finally requested to train. And I am sorry to here about Tessa friends...she was a good Jedi while it lasted but I guess this proves that even the most skilled of any class can be seduced to the darkness. Well anyways it was good seeing all of you once more and hope to see you again in the future whether here or by my side in combat it will be a pleasure again." Now Shawn's voice was a bit on the harsher side due to his time out traveling with a bunch of Naval crew whose language was a bit harsher then his own in word and tone but he had picked up more into the tone then the language.

Shaking hands with a few of the men and women who had come to not only look over the transfer of goods but also see if it was true about an old friend returning from the grave, that friend being Shawn. Now turning for his ship Shawn began to take lengthy strides towards the loading ramp of the vessel, his eyes set on a metal crate outside of the ship which was security locked by Shawn's knowledge of computers from his younger days doing minor password things. Quickly pressing the buttons against the case there was a soft click of the locking mechanism inside before he placed his hands on top of the case. Waiting a long moment Shawn slowly began to lift the case to see the shining hilts of his well kept lightsabers that hardly saw much action in his journey.

Now with his friends going back to their duties Shawn thought this a good time to bring out his toys and place them on his person. Taking the duel-phase lightsaber first into his right hand he looked over it, held it in the middle for balance, and then flicked it into the air. The piece landing back into his right hand he slid it into the holster made for a lightsaber placed onto his left side. Next was the shoto lightsaber which came out into his left hand like a dagger but a bit heavier and not fried up at all. Doing the same thing he did with his other lightsaber Shawn placed it into the holster on his right side. Now Shawn never liked looking like a Jedi Knight, well rather hardly ever did outside of combat, but he was back at the Jedi Temple so he thought it best to look more professional again rather than looking like a scruffy smuggler.

Though he wasn't directly inside the Temple or its hangar since his ship was a bit to big Shawn still found it to be professional for his Padawan, whomever it would be, to see their new master as a Jedi and not a low life crew member. Letting himself loosen up from his normal tension this more relaxed Shawn moved towards the loading area of where his Padawan's shuttle was supposed to land, obviously a bit late since they were supposed to have left by now, least in his impatient mind. With long strides carrying him maybe 15m from his ship he began to pace in wait for his apprentices ship.

[Jiko]

A small fighter came into the bay its elegant body glittering off the light making a rather showy entry. The ship landed with great grace with only the very slightest bump of the ship moving. The top of the fighter lifted up and out now popped a head with a helmet on in order to cover her appearance. The figure clicked a few more buttons then jumped off the fighter her cloak moving around with the fall. She landing on one of her hands and a knee looking up in the distance at a Jedi. She soon stood taking off he helmet. It was now apparent to all the onlookers that this mysterious figure had merely been another padawan show off and as such soon commenced back with there business making a few smart remarks. The girl smiled. "Her first master" She thought to herself. The heart of the girl was now beating faster and faster with every step closer to him. She stopped about 1 meter away with a thought like a brick wall hitting her "what if this isn't the right man?." She realized that she must keep walking in order to not loose herself in the hanger. Dan-Corr approached the jedi with a little confusion on her face even though she tried to hide it. Dan-Corr bowed

"Jedi Master O'Connar. I am your new padawan, Dan-Corr"

Dan-corr stopped herself from saying anything else for she knew if she did her excitement would surely explode.

OOC: yay my first long post

[shawn]

Waiting for only a few minutes Shawn heard the light rumble of a small starfighter growing near until the outline of it was entering onto the platform. Now he had been waiting for over an hour now and with it his patients had gone somewhere out the window. Allowing for this young one to showboat to those around he turned his body towards her, his face shrouded by the hood of his cloak and the Jedi robes now identifiable though of an odd color compared to others.

At his new Padawan's approach and quick speaking voice he could tell that she still had much to learn but then again so did he since he was but a new master like her a new Padawan. Getting himself together as she bowed he slowly allowed for his arms to slid from under the cloak to draw down the hood from which his face finally appeared into the light.

"Ah Padawan Dan-corr your late though this time I will not do upon giving a lecture for I to was your age once and was particularly late alot to meetings, oh and no Master O'connor please its Shawn or OC. Master makes me sound as if I am still under the councils orders but that I am not but a free marketer now for some time."

Shawn's words were nice and relaxed, a little slow if that from just relaxation but still had a sense of wisdom to them. Stepping forwards towards his new Padawan he moved a hand to set upon her shoulder lightly and give a soft squeeze before bending down to speak once more.

"Now I will teach you to the best I can but like you I am new to this so...but anyways get back in your ship and tail it around to the other side of the "Oracle" there and we will get her into the hangar bay before we move to the ships control point to get moving from this place. And go ahead and be excited I was and its easy to tell you are tensed up form it."

Standing back up he parted his lips after taking a breath to give a light chuckle as he looked over her to her starfighter then back. Removing his hand from her shoulder he slowly turned himself about towards the loading ramp which was just waiting for him to enter before shutting. Taking long, steady steps towards the ramp he would disappear into the unseen inside before the loud clattering of something metalic began to echo around, the hangar door opening for her ship.

[Jiko]

OOC: I assume you mean to park the fighter in your ship

She bowed once again to her new master careful as not to talk so that she will listen. As Shawn turned around so did Dan-Corr making her way back to her ship in rather a rush. As she reached her ship she jumped into the cockpit clicking a couple of buttons. soon the cockpit closed and the ship hovered as its legs retracted. The ship slowly swung around moving slowly towards the "Oracle". Dan-Corr's fighter moved slowly into the "Oracle" almost hitting the sides. It made a slow decent to its landing and bumped against the ground. The cockpit opened and Dan-Corr was clicking a few buttons preforming the finale checks before shutting the fighter down

[shawn]

Shawn had been inside waiting beside the door, the switch to open and close the hangar bay doors rewired to be close to the main doors instead of high up where it would be a pain to get from place to place though another set of controls was located in the bridge. Watching as his young Padawan maneuvered the small fighter into the hangar bay he couldn't help but laugh at the way she took the controls hard into the tighter bay, the main door opened but obviously she wasn't used to a outdated Praetorian-class frigate entrance. Letting the main hangar bay doors close with the press of a gray button Shawn slowly moved towards the landing pad of his Padawan, her ship landing between 3 Razorback-class interceptors, 3 I-Defier 1 man Fighters, and 2 Ministry-class orbital shuttles.

Letting his strides look natural and flowing Shawn swept up to the side of his Padawan's fighter to take a look at it as if interested in the model of the ship, his a bit outdated. Looking up to his Padawan as she dismounted from the small fighter he let his lips part as his right hand came up to touch the smooth durasteel of the wing. "What model is she young one? Its been so long since I been in the core area that I have nothing but these old models of ships though modified of course for the journey we made."

Slowly taking a nice long walk around the small fighter he studied the specifics of the little fighter, his face going from interest to a slight disgust at noticing some very vulnerable points in the design of the ship. Coming back to the side she had dismounted before he gave her an arched brow before letting his lips part once more to speak in that smooth tone of voice. "I will have some of the crew look over your ship and modify it like the rest cause we won't be doing much work for the Order or Republic but more freelance training among the worst people in the galaxy."

Moving back now a few strides from the ship he allowed for his cloak to slip off into one arm to allow his Jedi Robes show better before he turned from her, his duel lightsabers tapping against the modified slips of his pants, the modification made in case the lightsaber began overheating. "Come my Padawan we leave now for the Boz Pity systems to see a man about some raids lately. We will get you quarters arranged soon but for now your room will be mine I have much to do in preparations ahead unless your wanting to learn more than just the force and more into the tactics of planning to perhaps be a Jedi General one day...like I missed out on due to unexpected casualties in my life." His voice rang clear as day to Dan-corr, the voice becoming a bit huskier as the Jedi let go the act of the Order to let that heavy commoners tone come out.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

((yeah, Shawn gave me and my paddie...erm, whoever that might be...the okay to enter this little shin-dig. ^_^ ))

Sihara didn't like waiting. She didn't like being here. She didn't like being told she had to take on a padawan, yet here she was, waiting, for her new padawan. Sighing, the Togruta woman folded her arms as she leaned against the hanger wall. Supposedly, she was to accompany another jedi and his padawan to Boz Pity. What a place to be sent! She'd never even been there, and had learned next to nothing about it. Huffing slightly, she looked up as a new vessel arrived, various items being carted off of it as a man spoke to a group of fellow jedi. Running the end of her tongue over one of her sharp insisors, she ran a hand over a leeku as she waited for the group to disperse. Before Kain had died, she would have easily and gladly inserted herself into the conversation, but now...she simply felt cold, empty, and she had no desire to joing the crowd.

Noticing another, smaller, craft land a short while after, a shivver ran down her skin as she saw the padawan emerge from the ship, beaming with excitement. She remembered so clearly the time she had met Kain, and how he had been bursting with the same kind of energy. The memory made her heart freeze, and she shuddered involuntarily. Looking down at the ground for a moment, she knew this had to be the ship she was assigned to. Golden green eyes grew hard for a moment, before softening once more as she buried her feelings deep within herself. Straightening, she picked up her rucksack and shouldered it, walking toward the two. Upon reaching them, she bowed slightly for a moment before standing straight once more.

Hello. Am I correct in thinking that you are the ones headed to Boz Pity?

She asked, tilting her head to the side slightly, as she watched them.

[shawn]

((Yes permission is giving for Jiko, KT, and Jiko's Padawan,when she gets it, so no worries friends...this is more for filling up some crew and getting people involved then anything so .))

[Jiko]

{{{ ill be out of this rp until we reach boz pity. sorry for the small post. }}}

Dan-Corr went to sleep as she was very tired.

[shawn]

Shawn had been just getting ready to enter the hall when he was stopped by someone asking if they were heading for Boz Pity. Now the voice was unfamiliar to him though the tone was like his own many years before. Slowly allowing himself to turn on the balls of his heels he found himself near face-to-face with a young female though of a knights status. Giving her face a glance he slowly let his lips begin to part with a husky, un-Jedi like tone.

"Aye and you are? I wasn't aware of any other Jedi to be joining us but for me, since this is my vessel, and my young Padawan there. Well anyways I am Captian Shawn O'connor the holder of the "Oracle" and that young pilot that just disappeared in my Padawan, Don-corr. What can we be doing you in for?"

Shawn's words were a bit off from the normal spoken language of some Jedi but his tone was even more off with the more acquitted tone of a seasoned naval man. Letting his arms cross over the folds of his robes to be under his rib cage he waited for a reply, his body movements showing he was itching to leave the Temple since he really had no place here but to still help in times of need the Jedi Order though he hoped that would be rare since he was now a Gray Jedi who served himself mainly, though not including the rescues he did for free or such though sometimes a price was needed to take some of those jobs.

Letting his eyes trace over her form and figure he let himself become more aware of her species and a possible age around the 20's period, though not so sure of his guess. Allowing for his eyes to go to her lightsaber he smirked noticing something familiar about its design, that of his late Master same design though most looked identical her's seemed just so much more familiar to him. Letting his gaze finally wander from her lightsaber back up to her eyes to make once more a locked vision he would let his lips part again after he got a response.

"We will arrange sleeping corridors for you to have of your own on the officers deck. The ship is open in all parts but for the engines room and the weapon decks. Feel free to wander around the ship at any given time and if you ever need me its most likely the bridge of the war room for this old knight. Now if you join me we will take a stroll to the bridge for you to see the course we are to take."

With the conclusion of his lips moving his form swiftly and near flawlessly turned about to move back for the lift to get to the catwalk that would take them to the upper deck halls without having to go through the pilots area of the ship. Once upon the catwalks he would guide her if she chose to follow to the bridge with little effort.

[kt]

Torran made his way slowly and steadily towards the hangar bay. He had been going on missions day after day it seemed and hadn't had a substancial break in quite a while. He didn't really mind however, for every mission he participated in, brought him one step closer to redeeming himself, atleast in his eyes. It had been almost two months since Torran had returned to the Academy and became a knight. He had already packed his things for a mission with his old master and now friend Aiya but the Council asked him to go on this trip, this mission, the destination being Boz Pity. Torran hadn't even heard of such a place but then again it really wasnt' his place to ask questions. He HAD after all, been hiding in seclusion on korriban for close to two full years.

" Excuse me, this is the ship going to Boz Pity correct?" He asked catching the man on his ship's bridge. A beautiful Togruta jedi was standing next to him. Torran's heart began to pump slightly when he laid his goggled eyes on her. He then began cursing himself repeatedly for even feeling such things and turned his sight back to the older man, shutting out the memories of his deceased master. He then readjusted his lightsaber and straightened out his robes, waiting for a reply.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Sihara nodded slightly and bowed again. So he hadn't been expecting others on this journey? That was odd, but she didn't question it....supposedly the council knew what it was doing. 'Supposedly' being her choice in words since they HAD called her back to get a padawan, though 1) none seemed available and 2) she had told them she was quite adverse to the thought of taking on another student after Kain.

Forgive me, I thought the council would have told you. I am jedi guardian Sihara Itani. Supposedly I was going to be meeting my new padawan here, but apparently there is now a lack of younglings that are ready...

The togruta female held back a grimace at the thought of having another padawan as she followed the man, Shawn, up the ramp to the ship. It was then that another voice came from behind them asking if this was the ship to Boz Pity. Apparently this was going to be a rather full flight. Typically, Sihara wouldn't have minded, but these days she was less likely to want to be in a crowd...thought the council, in all it's wisdom, seemed to think it would try and break her of this newly formed 'bad habit'. Turning to look, she saw another man standing at the base of the ramp.

It seems you have the right place friend, since I was sent here as well. Unfortunately for the owner of this ship...the council seems to have decided NOT to inform him of our arrival.

[shawn]

Shawn, slightly annoyed as was since he hadn't been told of this passenger became more annoyed with the voice of another man asking him and this other knight if this was the transport to Boz Pity. Turning about slowly he looked over this goggle faced baboon who was now supposed to travel with them before speaking himself after Sihara had spoken, his voice a little annoyed from the masters not telling him of any passengers. "Aye tis the only ship leaving for that part of the system and you are? We can't accommodate for all your Jedi needs sir but we can give you an officers room with these other two who have come to board also."

Now Shawn personally was annoyed but he wasn't going to tell this new knight he was a Jedi Knight also, in fact the owner of this vessel. Turning about he made sure to slid his lightsabers under his robes before heading more up the towards the elevator of the ship which lead to the bridge and to the officers quarters since they were all stationed together. His movements as he walked once more didn't portray a Jedi or anything more than a scruffy, old geezer who owned a ship but truth be told he was one of the last Jedi's before this invasion of darkness began, before the true turmoil began in this galaxy.

"If you two knights will follow me please we will head for the bridge where you will also be shown your quarters. Now we have your two, a padawan, and another Jedi roaming the halls so please no fitting or practice fighting unless in the bay." Shawn's voice was a bit calmer after a few seconds of taking these things in, his mission now as a Gray Knight was to protect his padawan and his crew, these two new Jedi part of his crew now then so they were to be protected also. Turning after pressing something near the wall he waited for the two to catch up, his body slumping slightly and one of the lightsabers barely showing to hint to Torran he was that other Jedi, well was once a Jedi.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Sihara snickered slightly, sensing the man's frustration. She could understand why he felt that way...she wouldn't like it either if she were in his position.

Again, I appologise for the Council's lack of planning and communication in the matter. I won't be much trouble for you, I can promise you that. Anyway, I don't care where you put me, I'll sleep just about anywhere I can fit.

She stated, following him into the ship. The togruta wondered slightly why the jedi she followed didn't want the Kel Dorr to know that he too was a jedi. It just didn't seem right...but then, quite a bit hadn't 'seemed right' in the past few years, so perhaps it was just her view of things that was warped. Speaking of warped...what was this mission about anyway? She had been called back to the temple to recieve a padawan, to be told there were none, then sent on a mission which she knew nothing about? What was the council thinking these days? Or were they even thinking at all?

[kt]

"Sorry about the inconvenience mate, the council said this would be beneficial...who knows how but i'm here." Torran said, trying to ease the small tension, sensing the man's building irritation. "Very nice lightsaber you have there." Torran said casually to Shawn. This man didn't seem to fit the stereotypical description of a jedi, he was too....informal and casual. Then again, so was Torran. The young Kel Dor thought to himself several factors and deduced that this man Shawn must be in the same or similar boat as he himself was. To avoid any possible conflicts, Torran kept his thoughts to himself and glanced at the Togruta Knight before realizing he hadnt introduced himself yet " Oh sorry, my name is Torran Do, jedi sentinal at your service."

[shawn]

Shawn himself hadn't been expecting so many people to be joining him and though he was acting annoyed to himself it was a blessing to have some new faces aboard this dreary old vessel. Allowing for himself to move to one side on the elevator he waited for the others until he heard this knight speak his name, Torran Do. Moving back out from the elevator to hearing his name Shawn looked him up and down before allowing his brown eyes to set onto Torran carefully.

Parting his lips finally after a long moment of looking over this young boy the Knight spoke out in a very husky yet calmed voice. "The name is Shawn O'connor Jedi Knight Guardian and Captain to the "Oracle." Also there is no problem we have extra room for you both just wasn't expecting company into the Hutt territory since the Council still hasn't talked the Hutt's into helping our cause." Shawn took in a deep breath after speaking to let his robes tuck back in to show Torran he didn't have just a lightsaber but a shoto version and a dual phased for duel wielding opposed to the normal single wielding.

"And not just a lightsaber but the combination of duel wielding is preferred by this old man." He finally shut his mouth again and let his form turned to go back into the elevator and once more waited to go to the bridge and to find these 2 others rooms to rest in for the journey.

[Vex]

Theron was not amused. The Chiss mentally worked through every discipline he knew for calming down and reaching balance, but nothing was working. At best, it simply kept the inner pot of his emotions boiling without overflowing. This disturbance and distress projected itself into the Force, radiating out like waves of dry, desert air wafting away from him. He let his legs eat up the distance between himself and the hangar bays. As disquieted as he was at the moment, he had no desire to cross the will of the council. He had not yet fallen so far that he would openly or willfully defy them.

Indeed, that was half the reason for his frustrations. After his last successful mission, rooting out a den if iniquitous neophytes led by a fallen Jedi teaching them a perverted form of the Code, he'd returned expecting to be sent out on his next mission. That was his life. It was his routine. The planet, the target, the situation may change, but the basics always remained the same. Therefore, he was understandably stunned when the Council told him he was to remain in the Academy. They told him he should take some personal time for himself. They worried about the zeal with which he approached his missions and that he blinded himself to alternatives that were not so final.

In layman's terms... they'd benched him.

So here he'd stayed for the last several standard galactic weeks and it was driving him madder than a diseased gundark. He had spent an inordinate amount of time in the training rooms, working on his Forms...but even that could only fill up so much time. If he wandered the Academy grounds much more, he was liable to start wearing a path into the stones.

When he'd finally been called before the council again, he had held hope that they'd rescinded the order and were going to allow him to operate in the field once more. Unfortunately, his hopes were granted, but not in the way that he'd expected.

That was what found him moving toward the hangars so swiftly. Checking the numbers, he found he confirmed that he'd arrived at the right hangar, one with a ship heading to Boz Pity. Any planet with "Pity" in its name seemed all too fitting.

Theron was here to meet up with another knight...a Guardian by the name of Sihara Itani. The Council had bid him to accompany her...work with her. It infuriated him to no end because it was clear what their intentions were behind it. They did not trust Theron. He was being chaperoned now...she was his watchdog because the Council did not feel he could be left unattended.

Still, he had come. He asked about the Togruta woman, the workers giving him an ascent that yes, indeed, she was here, currently on the ship. That would bring him to the boarding ramp, pressing the comm to request admittance and to meet the Knight Sihara Itani.

[kt]

"Very impressive indeed Shawn." Torran said in an impressed manner. He then sensed someone at the entrance of the ship "there is another person here. I assume he or she is going with us." The kel dor sentinal said with only mild interest. Torran decided to turn the conversation back to lightsabers " So Shawn, i take it that you have mastered the Jar'Kai style? Very impressive." Torran himself had never bothered to go too far into the style, finding it more comfortable with a single lightsaber. " What about you miss Sihara? What style do you practice?"

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Sihara had been just about to say something when she sensed a dry presence in the force approaching. It was like a desert was encroaching on them, and it made Sihara's skin itch. It was at that moment that her comlink beeped, and she pulled it out, reading the data on it. She had to close her eyes so as not to be seen rolling them. As Torran and Shawn talked more about lightsaber forms, a voice came over the com asking for her and she sighed.

I know quite a few Torran....I've made it a goal to learn as many as I can, though I'm best at only two or three. Excuse me...I believe I'm being called by my....new partner. Shawn, I hope you have room for one more?

She asked, sounding both appologetic and annoyed. When the council had said she was to return to the temple to get a padawan, she hadn't thought they would mean another knight....were they trying to step on others toes like this? Sighing again, she headed back down the lift and found herself face to face with the young Chiss man. Bowing slightly, she formed a well practiced smile...something she'd learned to do since Kain had died...her golden green eyes scanned over the young man.

I'm Sihara Itani. You must be Thoran? I was just informed you were coming with us.

[shawn]

Shawn had taken note to listen to Torran as he removed himself once more from the elevator to listen to Torran speak of how Shawn was a duel wielder. Now true Shawn was duel wielder but he could go single whenever he truely wanted for that form of the training was mastered to near flawlessness since he had plenty of time to practice during his 13 year journey. "Now Knight Torran duel wield I have mastered along with a single bladed form which from your lone saber and your movements entering the bay I can tell you specialize in single blade combat. Now it was great honor to know single but even a greater for me to honor my fallen Masters name with duel wielding the same color sabers he has which is why I pride myself on it."

Now Shawn looked over Torran a bit more carefully then he had before, noting his figure being thin and most likely agile as hell. Looking back up to Torran he slowly parted his lips to speak once more with a quick, interested remark. "The true master of the saber though is the one who can fight without it until needed. The saber is meant a last resort in my opinion depending on the situation at hand but in all due respect it also is mastered by how much effort the person has put into building it. May I ask how long you spent constructing your saber and what color it is?" Shawn spoke with a quickness until he heard Sihara speaking to them about having someone to meet and having another person to come aboard to join them.

Now Shawn really wasn't liking the council right about now cause they kept putting new people into the mix on the ship but it was fine with Shawn that one more came cause atleast now they had rooms full, anymore making them over capacitated. Bowing his head towards Sihara as she went to meet this new knight Shawn finally felt a surge wash over him, the new knight disgruntled and in a dark place like he had once down.

Looking back to Torran he quickly spoke again but this time with an idea on mind. "Torran put on that black cloak over there, we will continue talking saber's later but right now lets give the new knight a disturbing welcome shall we? Little scare." Shawn couldn't help but give a wide grin towards Torran as he out stretched his arm, his own cloak fly from one of the nearby crates and into his hand.

Slipping one arm in then the other the cloak slid onto Shawn's form with ease and once his hands poked through the long sleeves they pulled his hood over his head and concealed his face. Staying faced towards Torran Shawn slowly gave a grin before a darkness would wash over Torran making him feel a dark aura beating from Shawn almost like he was a dark jedi but still Shawn remained the same only focusing the force into a trick he had learned in the unknown region to disguise himself from Dark Jedi. Allowing himself to turn from Torran after this he began to maneuver from his side and towards the open hangar doors and the ramp.

With long strides carrying him across the open area of the hangar bay Shawn reached the top of the ramp overlooking Sihara and Theron with ease, his form looking like a Jedi but yet after a few moments the dark aura began to beat down the ramp and hit both Theron and Sihara like a force push reigning down onto their forms. Letting his voice sound rough and dark Shawn spoke down to Theron with a grin coming from his face as he began to take slow steps down the stairs towards him. "So boy you thought you could escape the Dark Side well you were wrong. You will now either perish or come to the dark side boy."

With the robes he wore and the cloak he dressed in Shawn looked like a Dark Jedi Master moving down upon them. Moving his hands out to either side of him the cloaked knight let his lightsabers be pulled into his hands and beam to life with a vibrant blue and the other a deep orange. Bringing them hissing lightsabers down to his sides before infront of him Shawn made and advance intent on seeing how far this Knight was into the Dark Side, going to test him to see if he might be able to help Sihara bring him back to the light.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Sihara had been waiting for an answer, when she felt something shift in the force around the ship. She suppressed a shivver as she felt the ice cold of the dark side creep along her spine. It was then that Shawn spoke. Sihara slowly turned to look up at the man, and gaped, nearly choking on her breath. Subconsciously, her right hand went to her left side, where her saber lay against her hip, and her right hand reached into her cloak to her lower back as she took a step infront of Thoran. Only then did she realise what Shawn was doing. Her eyes widened and she blinked up at him, hoping....praying....that he wasn't REALLY going to pick a fight....no matter how good natured it was meant to be.