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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 21:44:55 GMT -8
The winds were high, sending roiling waves of sand high into the air. Across the mountains they came, spurned on by the blistering sun, unstopped by anything, save the occasional jagged rock thrust out of the endless expanses of sand like a dagger. Ah, but in the distance, there was one thing that broke the wind, a lone figure, skin leathered by the sun, hair whipping in the wind. He sat crosslegged upon a solitary flat rock - some ancient stone skipped across the ocean of dunes to settle, but not sink, amidst the sand - his eyes closed, the figure wore tattered robes, robes that once identified him as a Jedi, but now, in the great dunes, only served to cloak him in meager rags. He was a Firrerreo, a wild species, golden skinned, developed canines, two toned hair; but the man must have been here, in the desert, for a great time indeed - his hair was long and jagged, the result of being cut by sharpened rocks , and his beard had grown long, long enough that he had braided it into a single braid that hung from his chin, tipped by a single heavy golden bead. But the alien noticed not the hardships of the sun, or the wind, or the sand. He noticed not his thirst, or his hunger. No. For this, this was his atonement.
He had killed. Murdered. But worse, he had fallen into darkness...giving in to power, he had abused its ability, reveling in strength it gave him. Higher and higher it had made him soar. Far too close to the sun, did he soar. He had hurt the one thing that was dearest to him. And, in his power, wielding its fire, he had burnt himself, his wings, and his love to ash. He had wandered the galaxy in desolation, in absolute abject despair. He had returned to the Jedi Order, asked them to hand him punishment. But they did...nothing. Despite his darkness, despite his evil, they did nothing. He knew this was not right. He knew this could not be so. So he had fled to the most remote, the most distant and lifeless world he could think of; and here, in the desert, he had come to stay. For a decade, he had meditated alone in the desert, contemplating, seeking, searching. He existed from day to day, the force filling him, sustaining him - and when he could no longer subsist, he would go out to hunt, feeding his body, resting, before going back out to the rock and submerging himself in the force once more.
This, was Dante Deveaux, and this was his penance.
Around his form, the sand whipped itself into a gale, then a true sandstorm, and Dante moved not. Stinging sand buffeted his body from every side. But flinch, he did not. Dimly, at the edge of his senses, he could feel his skin being scoured by the sand. Like fire, it licked at his skin. And, in that deep meditation, the tiniest of smiles - nigh imperceptible - graced his lips. Yes. Fire. By fire he would be born again. By the sun he would be lit aflame. By the sand he would be flayed. By the stone he would be chained. By the force, he would be judged.
And in this, he would find absolution. In this...redemption.
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Post by Kadea Vroxi on Oct 24, 2016 18:39:23 GMT -8
It had not taken long for the corvette to clear the skyline and quickly upon it's descent the desert surface of the planet became just barely visible. Dust, sand and rock spread as far as the eyes could see as Kedea scanned the horizon for any sign of life or Force presence she could find. A difficult task with such a large area to search, but not one so difficult when they had at least one piece of information working in their favor. So as the ship dropped low and into cruising altitude the captain Kedea reached out into the Force, an area she did not prefer, but one she knew she would have to use for the sake of their mission. And before long, and in a rather unexpected manner, the presence of a strong individual began to pulse to her through the Force. Snapping her eyes open and pointing towards a small spot on the radar screen, Kedea stepped forward and peered through the viewport at what appeared to be a Czerka relic. An old mining crawler.
"Captain, over there!" She shouted and made her way to the loading bay where she climbed on to the nearest swoop she could find. Bring us down as close as possible, captain, if I'm not back within the hour take them to the temple we passed when we entered the atmosphere. She uttered calmly into the comlink as the captain flipped a switch and the loading bay door hissed open. "Understood, Master Jedi. Be safe." It was now or never. Not one for the practical approach Kedea lurched out of the bay on the swoop, the doors closing behind her, and began to make her way towards the large crawler. She knew it from the similarities it held to a Jawa sand crawler, more importantly she hoped this man was still fully intact.
Master Dante Daveaux, this is Jedi Weapons Master Kedea Vroxi. If you respond I am nearing your location. We received your message...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 20:52:38 GMT -8
Aboard the ancient mining crawler a rather decrepit protocol droid awoke from slumber as the sandcrawler's aged computer pinged an message to the powered down droid "Wha? Oh. Dear. Oh dear, oh dear." Fumbling with the ancient crawlers communication system, the droid addressed the unknown individual. Hello. Hello? I am C-ZO, human cyborg relations. I'm terribly sorry, but Master Deveaux hasn't been here in... The droid trailed off as it checked its internal chronometer. Ten years! Ten Years? Heavens, why didn't Master Deveaux wake me up! If he was in this horrid crawler, he could have the decency to dust me off! I never! Oh, Jedi and their ruminations! Master Deveaux appears to be exacly where he said he would be ten years ago, though - a patch of desert two kilometers north of here. I'm terribly sorry dear, but you would be better off going to fetch him. I doubt he would want to hear from his loyal and selfless protocol droid! On and on the droid ranted, whether hearing replies or not, the droid continued talking. Perhaps giving a small indicator as to why Master Deveaux had avoided turning on the machine in the first place.
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Post by Kadea Vroxi on Oct 24, 2016 21:42:45 GMT -8
Listening to the droid, hearing it's mannerisms and confusion caused a small look of frustration to cross her face as she angled the swoop towards the direction she had been given. Giving the droid's words little more thought, directing her mind away from the droid and it's yammering and towards the signature that was practically brimming in the Force from just two kilometers away. "By the Force..." She muttered to herself as the swoop turned and burst off into the distance that was between them and where she now believed Master Deveaux to be. If this droid was right this would be the peak of her mission, but if the droid was wrong she would have more than a few choice words to say to it. Yet she could still tell exactly why the droid was left alone for so long.
Kicking the bike into overdrive, she cleared the distance in a matter of minutes only to find herself stopped just shy of a rock on which sat a robed figure. While she had never seen or even known about this man during her time at the Dantooine Enclave there was no helping that there was powerful presence about him. Climbing off the bike and moving towards the man where he sat, sheltering her face from the sands and winds, Kedea approached the man slowly. "Master Deveaux, Master Deveaux can you hear me?" Her voice was calmer than the rest of her body, even her two hearts, but she kept her mental calm as best she could, using the Force to quell her emotions and find a peace she knew this man would require in greeting from such a long exile.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 22:18:40 GMT -8
Silence. There was silence in the void. The Force flowed through him, nurturing him, guiding him. He wondered, vaguely, at the edge of his consciousness, if he had made the correct decision. He had felt a pull in the force, a call - no, a calling, that now was the time to end his exile. He had sent out the message nearly a month ago, though. He had to wonder if his crawler had successfully relayed the message, or if it was still bouncing around the comm relays. Ah, but his brow furrowed at that though, only to reassume that look of peace several seconds later as Dante admonished himself mentally. No. That was not the will of the Force. For, if it was the will of the Force, no comm relays would be needed. No crawler. No message at all. He would have to have faith, faith that even if the message did not make it, some nameless compulsion would be felt by some Jedi on some far flung world. The Force would guide them, just as it guided him.
Ah, but then, through the force, a great wave from above - and despite himself, an eyebrow did indeed quirk itself at the mass of energy he sensed in orbit. A veritable maelstrom of light, so bright, almost blinding. Dante allowed himself a chuckle, despite his austere mindset nowadays. He had doubted, just for a fraction of a second - and the Force had taught him another lesson. It taught him to have faith; for he had asked for one, maybe two Jedi, and in reply it had sent far, far more. Stretching out his senses, as far as they possibly could extend - which after all this time meditating, was considerable indeed - he felt the ship down to the surface, and watched as a mote of light separated itself from the main mass. Ah, a scout. But the Force was strong with this one...its light was bright. And he sensed an intent from it, a motive and a cause, not only this, but an intensity that drove the sentient. He sensed it come and go from the crawler, a faint unease - no, irritation - rising and then falling out of the sentient. No doubt C-ZO was the culprit.
Closer and closer the light came, a beeline for his position. Dante fought his emotions inwardly. Excitement over meeting someone new, someone other than an animal for the first time in a decade. Nervousness, nervousness over what the Force had in store, or even how the people would present themselves. Doubt, doubt in himself, and in his interpretations of his visions. Dante took in all of these things, breathing them in simultaneously with a long drawn out breath of air; and, with a single exhale, expelled them from both his mind and body, relaxing once more on his stone. The sound of a speeder, no, a swoop assaulted his ears. He felt the scurry of the subterranean lizards shy away from it, and in the distance, a screech-hawk sheltered her young. The sentient dismounted the vehicle, and Dante kept his eyes closed. It had, after all, taken him an entire decade to learn to simply LISTEN. So, listen he did. The sentient's foosteps were heavy, they were either heavy or tall, and, judging from the time between steps, he suspected the sentient was the latter. Through the force, he could smell perspiration, they were not used to the sun, or they were a species that was unused to the heat. In the force, ripples, anxiety, unease, trepidation. He heard / sensed a heart - no, hearts - beating rapidly.
"Master Deveaux, Master Deveaux can you hear me?"
Dante gave no indication that he had heard the woman. Indeed, a flicker of frustration crossed his mind before leaving. Ah, he had failed to deduce she was a woman. Disappointing, but, perhaps not entirely unexpected. He had, after all, spent most of his time in exile sensing animals and weather patterns. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and as he did so exerted his will around him. Like heavy air, it became a palpable force - and, in the space of mere seconds, the winds fell silent and the sand came to rest. "The primitive mind says to the higher mind, You cannot stand in the face of the storm. But, having reached peace and oneness with the force, the higher mind simply replies, I am the storm." Giving a small smile, Dante slowly stood from his seat, taking a moment to shake out his robes, which, frankly, were filled with sand in every crevice. "Yes, I can hear you, child. Finally, I can hear you. I must admit, I had doubts that I had interpreted my visions correctly. You can imagine my surprise at the arrival of your ship."
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Post by Kadea Vroxi on Oct 24, 2016 23:00:39 GMT -8
While patience was not her strong suit, and calm was a foreign language, but as the man stood before her and began to speak she couldn't help but be mildly astounded as the winds calmed. Drawing a deep breath her hearts quickly slowed, the rest of her body following suit, and she took a few steps closer to him as he beat the sand from his robes. She could not imagine how far into himself and the Force one would have to go to be where he had been, but she knew that it was within her capability. Even as a warrior she had been taught to know the workings of the mind and the Force. Even still the words of this man, this Master, were calming to her. They were enough to turn her concerns away from the fear that threatened to grip her as she made her best effort to comprehend everything that he said. "What were you expecting, Master Deveaux?"
She asked as she made her way off to the left and turned to face him again. "We came as soon as we were able." She explained as she brushed the sand from her own robes and continued to even her breathing. The heat was relentless, but she would not allow it to overpower her. A warrior, even a Jedi, was capable of sustaining themselves in any climate; it would have been a shame if she failed to uphold that ideal and fell short of her friend and knight Amlu. Setting her feelings on the weather aside, the heat aside, she met the Jedi Master's gaze and collected her thoughts. "From Yavin."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 23:20:12 GMT -8
"What was I expecting?" Repeated Dante slowly, carefully. "Something. Nothing. Everything. In the end, the force gave me what I needed - instead of what I expected." Dante shook out his robes once more, then gestured for the woman to follow him. "Come." He said simply. Walking to the east, in no hurry, he continued to speak, the words feeling unusual in his mouth - so long he had been in silence. "Yavin. I am surprised they are still in operation. I sensed, across the stars, great turmoil in the Order. I stayed silent, even as my fellow Masters fell out of the Order. I had no right to speak, as my punishment had not been meted out entirely." Coming to a stop, at a seemingly normal boulder, he stretched out a hand, and, with a flick of his mind, levitated the boulder into the air. Beneath it, a hole in the ground, a simple rope ladder - and at the bottom, light. "Down you go, child. My telekinesis is stronger than any in the Order - with few exceptions. But I cannot hold it forever." Waiting on the woman, Dante jumped in after the woman, landing in a crouch at the bottom - and with a flick of his mind, levitated the boulder down into place. At the bottom, a simple cave greeted them, herbs and plants drying from the ceiling, a stack of hides on the hard ground serving as a bed, the only piece of technology a small water purifier and food cooler. Truly, they were dark and meager living conditions. Taking a seat on the ground, Dante gestured about them. "Inhospitable, but adequate. I learned to love this place for the relief from the heat." Shaking his head, Dante gestured to the woman, her clothes, her saber. "So, Jedi, what do you gain by bringing such a large ship, to find me, the Desert Exile? What did you expect?"
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Post by Kadea Vroxi on Oct 24, 2016 23:34:23 GMT -8
It was not long that she was with him that she suddenly became privy to just how detached from the order he had been. A look of minute surprise crossed her face for the briefest of moments but it quickly passed when she was ushered to follow him down through the hole in the ground. When she came up out of the similar crouch she had landed in she noticed quickly that this was no mere cave, but a meager and bland home for nothing outside of an exile. She had remembered, though, how well Master Yoda had lived before the day of his passing from the words of her father and her master Vos, which raised a brow of confusion as she glanced around the room at the various small furnishings the Master had allowed himself. Almost as if he had become more of a monk than a Jedi. "It is good to know you have been well." She breathed as she made her way past him and towards a small part of the cave where she assumed he would have sat if he were attempting to be mindful before dismissing himself to sleep. "I have come seeking your guidance." She breathed and tilted her head to look towards the Master with searching eyes. "Yavin and Dantooine are gone. Destroyed by war." She uttered with a small mite of pain in her voice before the teachings of her masters washed over her. "It is here that we hoped we could find a new home, a new place of learning in the temple here."
She knew it was abrupt but a thought occurred to her that she knew might sway this man in a way that her own presence wouldn't. "We've yet to receive word, but Master Kenobi believes there is still hope for the Order in remote worlds such as these." She breathed and closed her eyes to center herself. "Away from the watchful eye of those few who have lost their way."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2016 0:04:36 GMT -8
"It is good to know you have been well."
"Well? Oh, no, child, I have not been well. I have survived." Chided Dante, a smile on his face. "This is punishment. This is atonement for slipping into darkness. Complete abstinence from exerting my will over the physical force - save my boulder - and meditation on a rock in my desert, until the force gave me a sign. That was the punishment I gave myself." Dante reached over to the water purifier, taking out a small bowl, filing it with water, and then leaned forward, offering it to the Zabrak woman - but taking none for himself. "I'm somewhat disappointed in myself. I calmed the sandstorm, earlier. I shall have to add...perhaps a year for that." Shaking his head, he laughed, a small laugh, a wry laugh.
"I have come seeking your guidance."
"Guidance? What use for the words of the Desert Exile could you possibly have? But that is not for me to judge. I will help you the best I can." Said Dante reassuringly.
"Yavin and Dantooine are gone. Destroyed by war."
"I...see. I had felt the disturbances in the Force. Felt the ripples. I had attempted to divine the cause, with farsight, but they were veiled from my senses. I suppose it would circumvent a prison to give it a window to the outside, would it not?"
"It is here that we hoped we could find a new home, a new place of learning in the temple here. We've yet to receive word, but Master Kenobi believes there is still hope for the Order in remote worlds such as these. Away from the watchful eye of those few who have lost their way."
A breath of air, forced out of the lungs by Dante as if he had been punched. A trembling in the force, shaking the small cave that they were in - causing small streams of sand to descend from the ceiling. A single tear rolled from Dante's moist eyes. Slowly, very slowly, he reached out, and laid his hands on the Zabrak's head, blessing her. He stayed like this, frozen, until the trembling subsided. "I..." Dante paused, clearing his throat. Struggling to calm his emotions. "I...have waited...for so very long. Waited, for a sign. He paused then, yet again, to collect himself - and only once he was centered again, did he speak. "I apologize for my outburst. I attempted to build a Jedi Praxeum here on Vandelhelm, using my vast wealth and resources as a Count of Serenno. Such a facility was built, but when I went before the Jedi, I was told that because of my prior...transgressions...that I was unsuited to lead such a group. I asked them for punishment, if I were so a deficient Jedi - but they refused to give me one. Thus so, I became convined that it was the Will of the Force that I fail in the endeavor - and that punishment, and eventual atonement, would also only come through the the Force. So I exiled myself here, in penance. You can thus imagine, then, the shock of your words...that my punishment, and exile, is over. I have atoned. And you have my deepest thanks for delivering such news."
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Post by Kadea Vroxi on Oct 25, 2016 0:21:37 GMT -8
Prison. The word was stronger received than it had been when it was delivered. It was more shocking however when she heard the words spoken to her about the dismissal of his project by the council. Had he not done enough for the Order to warrant a proper treatment of his cause? It was not her place to judge the decision of the council, but she had followed the guidance of Master Kenobi upon her decision to travel to this desolate world. She was not about to let the decisions of a pompous group of wayward Masters dictate how she handled her current mission. And it was such that her thoughts continued to run until she felt the hand against her head and watched a tear roll from his eye. The wave of emotion and equivalent wave of calm reached her and for a few moments she felt exactly as he had felt in all the years he had been kept away from the place she assumed he had likely called home. "You are most welcome, Master Deveaux. But, will you help us?" She asked and took his hand in hers, lowering it down to the gap between them. "It might perhaps raise your spirits to know that the temple is much farther along than you had anticipated." She breathed, recollecting the scans she had received of the, at first, shoddy temple they had passed on their way to his location. "It needs work, but it is hospitable."
For the first time in what felt like hours she felt a twinge of dissatisfaction with the choice of words she had used. "I apologize, your vision is our hope, Master Deveaux." She whispered as she stood and attempted to pull the elder Master to his feet. She had not neglected the water, of course, and having drank it passed it back to him so that he could put it away safely to be picked up later. "Master Kenobi has seen to it that your Praxeum, no... Your Sanctuary be opened and made whole."
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Post by Leomax Dustrig on Oct 25, 2016 0:32:29 GMT -8
Leomax sat on his bed, his saber almost completely restructured. There was just the outer shell to piece back together. This was where it got tricky. He almost always rushed this part, wanting it to be over with and succeed. He had to keep breathing deeply, no, steady... steady and slow, but still deep... One more piece clicked into place, and he let out his pent up air through his nose. More even breathing, what was he doing?!
Then.. He felt someone. Some strong in the force almost instantly come into his sphere. His head jerked up, and his concentration broke. His saber fluttered and shook before flying across the room in pieces. He shouted a little. Partly in surprise, mostly in anger at himself. What was that presence he just felt? Was that the reason they came here?
He got up from his bed, and crawled around on all fours, picking up all of the pieces and setting them on the bed. He growled in anger at himself. He shouldn't have let something like that do that to him...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2016 0:45:54 GMT -8
Dante let out a breath, taking the bowl, and setting on the ground. For a long moment, he took in the cave. His bed of animal skins. His food cooler and purifier. The small fusion lamp. The small hole in the corner, where the family of Dust mice had made their home. Standing, Dante went over to the food processor, opened it, and took its contents out and laid them on the ground in front of said hole - for the mice no less. With a wave of his hand, the lamp dimmed until it was no longer visible - only the feeble rays of the sun snaking by the boulder above lighting the cave. Finally satisfied, Dante turned, reaching under the furs to extract a walking stick - consisting of nothing more than a piece of sandblasted wood. Turning his eyes upward, the boulder slowly levitated out of position, and, turning back to regard the woman, Dante finally answered her. "Yes, child. I will help you. It is the will of the Force. I am glad my Sanctuary will be put to use, and towards its original purpose no less."
Waiting for the woman to climb out, Dante did the same before putting the boulder back in place. Turning to regard her, Dante laughed aloud, a hearty laugh, before shaking his head. "What a strange feeling! What a strange feeling indeed. And so much to ask you; how my friend, Gene, is doing. Who exactly are we at war with. Who is alive...and who has passed." Dante's voice held an odd edge at that last statement. Not resentment, or fury, or anger par se - but rather indignation, righteous indignation at whomever had the audacity to extinguish a light such as a Jedi. Shaking his head, Dante gestured into the distance, towards a large pile of rocks, boulders and other such stones on the horizon. "But first, a favor, child. Take me on your swoop to that formation. There is one final thing I must do, before departing the Dune Prison. Then...we talk. And eat! Proper food, yes? Not lizard."
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Post by Kadea Vroxi on Oct 25, 2016 1:15:47 GMT -8
The exiled master, now free from his self interned prison, made his way about the cave to handle his own peace Kedea began to explore what he had done with the place. While it was perhaps less than satisfactory as one would expect from a living space, it was rather roomy. It was only when he dimmed the lamp that her attention was brought back to him as he moved away from placing the food down in front of a hole where she presumed a family of animals lived. Finally, when he removed his walking stick, she readied herself to leave and climbed out of the hole with little hesitation into the searing sun as the old master followed. Once the boulder was back in place and he had explained his willingness to help she made her way over to her swoop and gave him a look. "I agree. It won't take long." She breathed and climbed aboard the bike as she waited for Dante then hit the accelerator off into the direction of the formation that he had indicated to her. A pile of rocks she knew not the purpose of.
"Some of my kind would consider lizard proper food." She muttered to herself before going silent once more until they'd arrived at their destination. Climbing off the swoop and standing where she could be ready for him should he feel inclined to have a difficult time getting off the bike. It was a courtesy, though she was sure he could handle himself. "I must ask, Master Deveaux, why Vandelhelm? Given The Void asteroid belt..."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2016 1:46:02 GMT -8
As they arrived at their destination, Dante chuckled at the woman's readiness to help him, and waved her away. "Go, child - worry not. Though I may be near a century old, the Force sustains me. My species is long lived, and the Force will sustain me even further. Do I not look your age?" Dante paused then, and rubbed his sideburns, which, noticeably, were a distinct gray color - very different from the natural silver streaks that ran through his two toned black and silver hair. His beard, too, was well on its way to being striped with gray. "Though...I admit, I was somewhat dismayed to find an actual gray hair around five years ago. Perhaps that is too vain of me? But such is the way of the universe." Added Dante, somewhat sheepishly.
Before them was a pit, perhaps forty meters in diameter, filled with stones, rocks, and boulders of all varying shapes and sized. Untaken by the sand, the site seemed conspicuously out of place compared to the rest of the area. And, for good reason; part of Dante's duties included, after meditation, to take his water bowl and, by hand, clean out the sand that constantly threatened to encroach upon the area. "Why Vandelhelm? Oh, child...you will come to know why. You will feel it when we get to the Sanctuary. There...is something about this place. Strong in the force, yes, of course, but more to it there is. A special quality in the force, a special kind of nexus...it has the power to judge. And to transform."
Sitting down, crossing his legs, Dante assumed his position of meditation, staying like this for several minutes - his senses billowing outward across the crater. After an amount of time, seemingly content with his progress, his eyes opened, and he began to draw the force into himself. And with the Force, the world around him reacted; the wind swelled, the sand stirred, tiny pebbles of stone slowly rolled towards him. And yet more he drank. More, more, and more. His skin began to burn, first feverishly, and then, eventually, with true heat. Standing, the man discarded his clothing, which, already, had begun smoking. His form was athletic, for Dante had not neglected his regimen - knowing that a sedentary life of meditation could weaken him greatly if he did not take precautions. But, his flesh told other tales as well - scars of bright silver on his golden skin told stories of blasters, blades, and all manner of weaponry. On his left arm, a tattoo in maroon depicted a strange symbol, which, if Kadea was well versed in criminology, she would realize belonged to a major crime syndicate some decades prior. Paying no mind to his nudity, his hands came up, palms up, about chest level, his fingers splayed. And yet more he drew. A true glow began to shine from his form - enough of the Force gathered into one place to actually begin to physically coalesce. Indeed, the pain the man must have been in, with his body literally being cooked, would be immense indeed. Only willpower, honed by years of meditation, allowed Dante to keep completely motionless, completely in control.
Then, his hands moved - a simple motion, a clawing of his fingers as if grasping a great weight. "Rise." Came the word, whispered, but trembling through the force. And rise they did. Some quickly, some slowly; boulders drifted into the air weightlessly, stones lazily swam and ricocheted off their larger cousins, mere pebbles shot into the sky. The whole of the earth before them, for forty meters, simply lifted - sand, stone, even a few burrowing animals. An impossible feat for anyone but Dante, or another Zeison Sha. The reason for the grand display was soon revealed. For, the great mounds of stones and earth removed, five smaller stones, pure white - markers - rose as well, revealing five pieces of metal. In a flash, the pieces came to Dante, hovering before him, rotating, spinning - a single bright shard, a straggler from the pit joined them as well. Slowly, all pieces slowly fitted together to form a lightsaber, a blade that hadn't even seen the sun in a decade, let alone been activated.
The rocks slowly fell back into their positions, the earth and sand following - the stray animals, mostly lizards, being placed gently on top of the rocks safely - albeit somewhat nonplussed. Taking the blade, Dante clipped it to his belt, gathered his robes and clothed himself, before turning back to Kadea.
"I am ready. We begin."
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Post by Kadea Vroxi on Oct 27, 2016 18:12:12 GMT -8
Everything said and done, Kedea was shocked by the display that followed her gesture to help the man from the bike. While she had anticipated that his posture and nature made him appear frail and ancient she was astonished by the way he began to carry himself. Or as much as she could through the sudden flush of a display that was sprawled before her. Watching as he undressed himself and subsequently began to cook in the sun and heat of the planet's climate, watching as he stood stark naked before her and in utter silence. The shock was not apparent however, training teaching her that she need not express herself openly to explore herself, and instead she stood in what appeared to be a distant amusement as he performed his feat of telekinesis. A feat that she, herself, could never accomplish in even one of her lifetimes and one that held a strong significance to the being standing before her.
Once he had finished his ritual, finished invigorating himself before his very small audience, she came to notice the almost out of place marking on his left arm. A marking of a syndicate that she was not familiar with. But it was not the symbol that drew her attention as the man robed himself and turned to face her, but rather the nature of the saber he had reconstructed and the slow crash of the boulders as they fell into place into their former resting place. This man, this Master, was not only a practitioner of the Force but from what her father had taught her during the life given him, that there were those in the galaxy known for their telekinesis. Why her thoughts had not contemplated it prior, she could not explain, but when the dust settled and all that remained was the sand, sun and the two of them she could only pin one name to his feat. Zeison Sha. "My father would have liked you, Master Deveaux."
She mused as she took a step back and guided him to the bike when he was ready to depart. It was a long but clearly worthwhile trip back to the ship. And a trip that she interrupted only briefly to call to the Captain to pick up the protocol droid who had been left so disdainfully on the decrepit Czerka rig. Captain, once you've collected the droid I want you to issue a party to bring the mining crawler to the sanctuary. We will need it. It was an order commanded as she entered the cargo hold of the corvette, gracefully departing from the bike without even the slightest of sounds. It was time they continued their journey, and that would lead them to the all but abandoned Sanctuary of Vandelhelm. "Captain," She breathed as she entered the bridge, not sure if the ancient master would follow her. "We have to move."
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Post by Darth Heritor on Aug 13, 2017 9:28:21 GMT -8
**Across the side of Vandelhelm where the Jedi Sanctuary lies, there is massive devastation as asteroids impact the planet in a dozen places, impacting with forces from 5 to 50 Megatons. The destruction of planetary defences and populations centres is catastrophic. Blast waves flatten towns, and fires burn out of control, ignited by the blasts. Wind and dust storms begin to choke the very air as particulate matter is thrown into the atmosphere. Slowly but surely, the skies over Vandelhelm's cities darken.
The destruction wrought by Darth Heritor results in millions of casualties, the terror and fear fueling the Dark Side of the Force...**
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