Lake Country

*Sin nodded as Adi told her to get water. She turned quickly on her heel and padded back into her room. She went to the washroom to grab a wash basin, filled it with warmish water. While it was filling she grabbed a cloth and threw it over her shoulder. She waited patiently for the basin to fill and slowly makes her way back across her room, trying to be careful not to spill. She had no interest in being wet right now. She exited her room and set the basin next to Adi. She wets the cloth and wrings it out a bit and hands it towards Adi. She looks up at him and bites her lip softly, not sure if she should be listening to their conversation, not understanding most of it anyways.*

Here you go, Adi.

Raven sighed as the cool water touched her hot skin. Her shoulders relaxed and she closed her eyes, lstening to Adi speak. She pursed her lips slightly as he finished his first words. 'keep her on the right path'. Was that what he thought this was? Some weird pull to the darksie? Far from it. The Darkside was something Raven Alora had made peace with a long time ago- in a relative sense. A level mind got you a long way. She figured the only real way she'd go off the deep end was if she allowed the dagger's influence to overtake her whil she held the weapon, and perhaps she was more vulnerable to that than anyone else here- contrary to her previous thoughts.

She smiled at each new presence, and for a moment, considered how many people knew about the mark now. At first she felt self conscious, but maybe, just perhaps, it was time to let the secret out- at least mostly. No one was truly a pure state of light, not even Raven Alora, and she had come to terms with that. It was time the galaxy did as well.
I'll be fine. I've struggled with this pull for years. Being in proximity with the dagger isn't really that much of a threat. The fact that Legion has lost one of his slaves might have made him more desperate for outside influence. She paused, leaning into the cool cloth's touch as Adieumus began wiping the sweat from her face. Her breathing began to slow down to a normal pace. Short of actually wielding the blade itself- there shouldn't be any danger of me doing anything foolish. Thank you all for your help. She closed her eyes with a sigh. I'm....not use to feeling this vulnerable.
She shook her head slightly and gave a thin smile, some light coming back to her eyes, as Adi sat on the bed next to her.
Don't worry. I'll be more composed when you see me again. We should get something to eat, and fully wake up. We have a long- but hopefully less dangerous day ahead of us.
She really didn't care who was still watching, as the small Jedi rested her head against Adieumus' arm. She supposed he still had some question he wanted to discuss in privet- which was fine with her, as long as she didn't hold the crew up too much. She knew they needed to get to Theed for supplies, and she really wanted to go as well. Last time she only got a crazy cab ride.





The sun streamed through the roundish window into the Kobok's unblinking eyes. With a mild irritated trill, Pisces shivered and sat up. For a moment he forgot where was. Leaping up he made a quick search of the room- which really didn't need much movement, as he could see perfectly 360 around him without turning his head. After he realized what room he was in, Pisces trilled in satisfaction, feeling rather proud of himself. Because he and the Ferrerio were the only two on the ship, he was, technically, the second in command, right?

With a little clippy stride, the insectoid walked out of his quarters and glanced around the ship, making sure Ago was alright, and that the Fox was- well he was still asleep. Pisces did not want to bother him, so the Kobok left the ship an started off toward the lake, wanting to go make sure none of his pirate friends wanted their old jobs back. It would look rather suspicious if random bodies started bobbing to the surface. As he walked, he pondered on his new position, and his new superior. How long would the Ferrerio keep him around before he figured himself no longer useful? Pisces wouldn't let that happen. He would make himself useful- at least until he found another job- if it ever came to that.
So caught up in his thoughts was he, that the Kobok's wonderful 360 vision did not help him in avoiding the young woman who was also meandering around the Villa grounds. After the rather swift collision of human and spindly insectoid, Pisces let out a very alarmed set of loud trills and stumbled backwards in a clumsy, half hazard manner, eventually ending up falling on his back and flailing frantically to right himself as quickly as possible- except he was doing a seriously poor job at regaining his footing.

Mo'ro the Momong, forgotten in the bustle and action the night before, stealthily infiltrated the Sable. In search of food, it had passed up on the villa due to the large amount of sentients that milled about. No, instead it would attempt to raid the food stores of the Sable. There was only one small problem with that - most of the food had been ruined by water damage, and what little that was left had been hoarded in the captain's quarters. Slowly, quietly, the six legged simian slipped into said quarters, warily eyeing the sleeping form of Jashin, who even now snored rather loudly on his bed, blankets strewn every which way, his blaster pistol dangling loosely in hand. Ah, but the danger was well worth it. On the room's sole table, a heap of energy ration bars. Scaling a chair, chittering softly to itself, Mo'ro delightedly tore into one of these bars. In its delight, however, it had underestimated how much noise the tinfoil wrapper made, and, as a click and hum of power charging made the Momong's hair stand on end, the creature slowly turned its head to find the barrel of Jashin's pistol leveled its way, only scant inches from poking the simian in the chest. For a long moment the two stared at each other, neither blinking. Mo'ro, in an attempt to placate its master, held out the bar, an approximation of a smile on its face.

"Do you know what you and humans have in common when you smile?" Jashin asked slowly, while Mo'ro cocked its head quizzically at the question. Jashin smiled a grim smile in the silence that followed and chuckled a little, before answering his own question. "When you both smile, all I see is a monkey begging for its life." The blaster pulsed then, and a cooked Momong fell to the floor with a thud. Unceremoniously, Jashin picked up the creature by its tail, slinging it into a waste receptacle as he wandered out of the cabin, the Momong's newly opened ration bar, as well as his clothes, in hand.

As he walked, he dressed, holstering his pistol and sword - making sure both where at full charge - before placing them in their usual spots on his person. Idly, he ate ration bar that Mo'ro had opened as he sat down in the pilots seat in the cockpit, propping his feet up and bringing up a viewscreen all the while.

Argo reported some progress, moderate though it was, in rerouting power throughout the ship. The droid had also proved its usefulness tenfold - already it had initiated ingenious workarounds to complex problems in reference to shield harmonics and rebalancing the power distribution net. All that said, it was still an inevitable fact that the list of items and components needed to repair the ship was long indeed. A trip to Theed was inevitable.

Finishing the ration bar, Jashin stood, stretched, and then made his way to the cargobay, his boots thudding against the deck plating underfoot. He paused, though, when he noticed the door to the engine room open. Walking down the short corridor, curious as to its state of disrepair, Jashin had no sooner poked his head in before recoiled at the damp stench.

Dark, damp, and definitely not in working order, the engine room must have been recently opened by Argo so that it could air out. Deck plating exposed conduit and power converters that were either blackened from shorting out, or well in the process of growing mold - courtesy of water soaked insulation. Against the far wall, in either corner, two large fusion turbines glowed with a faint light - emergency power - but otherwise appeared dead. Between them, the hyperdrive array actively sparked and smoked, and, against the wall, the engine rooms console station was completely dead, similarly sparking.

"Blast it all to Jatayus." Muttered Jashin under his breath, turning on his heel and heading back on his way. It seemed far less intensive just looking at a list of items and needed repairs. Actually seeing it, well, that was an entirely different affair altogether. Slapping a hand against the cargo hold bulkhead control, The door opening with a hiss, Jashin took in the holds five crates, one ton each, and the LiteVan repulsor truck tucked into a corner. According to Argo, the truck could carry six tons, and had a pair of HV-7 loading droids in the back.

In all likelihood, he would have to sell both truck and cargo to even hope to come close to cover repairs. Clicking his tongue, Jashin walked over to the truck, climbed into the drivers seat, and powered on the trucks engines. Hitting a remote stud for the ships cargo bay door, the door lowering slowly, Jashin eventually pulled the truck in front of the ship, hopped out, and gave the order to the HV-7's to get to loading the cargo on the truck. Simplistic loaders, the disc shaped droids followed simple commands well enough - and while Jashin was tempted to sell them, knew that having them on hand would be invaluable in the future.

As the droids loaded, Jashin himself walked down to the waters edge, looking for any of his crates that may have survived. He was supremely fortunate in this regard - while he lost one in the crash, the other four, linked as they were, seemed to have washed back up in shore during the night. On inspection, the crates repulsors had shorted out - thank you, water, my old friend - but being small enough to carry, didn't pose to much of a problem to move manually.

A grunt, a heave, a and Jashin began the process of moving the four back to the ship. No doubt this is how anyone from the villa would find him.

Jashin moved first one crate, then another - cursing loudly as he dropped one on his foot. Eventually stowing both away, he had begun to turn to walk back to shore to fetch the next crate before he noticed the two crates bobbing through the air seemingly on their own volition.

"Kark!" Came the quick curse, accompanied by his hand reaching for his pistol, eyes darting about suspiciously. He stopped short of drawing it fully, though, as he spied the echani woman from the day before. Considerably more dry, her hair done up in what Jashin believed to be a Nubian style, she even now concentrated intently, her brow furrowed and her lip bit.

"Karking bogan. Is everyone here a karking force user?" Jashin didn't go any further than this to thank or criticize, instead simply shaking his head, and bending down to seize one of the crates - now substantially nearer to the ship. Muttering to himself, stowing the crate away, he jerked his head at the woman, rather pointedly and obviously running an eye over her from head to toe. "Whatever. You look better, considering the last time I saw you you were drowning. What makes the princess of the villa grace a simple pirate such as myself?"

At the mention of "pirate", Argo the R8 droid, currently working on a panel on top of the ship - though apparently within earshot, er, sensorshot -let out something equivalent to an electronic laugh. A whistling raspberry, and an electronic hoot followed, something Jashin apparently understood. "Shut up Argo! So what if you've never heard of me? Thief or black marketeer, smuggler or pirate, what difference does it make? Huh? Not a one. Credits is credits - and jail time is jail time. Now fix the fracking power interchange, or I'll turn you into a toaster!"

Argo gave another condescending whistle at that, but didn't press the issue. Muttering to himself, said muttering interlaced with gratuitous cursing and references to toasters, Jashin picked up the last crate and stowed it away in the cargo hold.

raven Nodded her thanks for Dominic and Sinina as they left. She felt rather self conscious about the whole ordeal, how so many people jumped to her rescue to fight off something she herself, had allowed to influence her mind. And there wasn't even anything for them to fight off. There was just her, and a room full of overturned furniture. Adi began to speak, asking again if she was alright, and then making note of the room's disarray. Alora knew this wasn't normal. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she had acted out in her sleep, physically. She opened her mouth to reassure him but then he said something that made her hesitate and ponder.
"This can be overcome"
She closed her eyes, and let out a staggered breath. Before- when first placed on her, the mark was a scar- something to ignore. But after she had delved into the dark tome, an heirloom of a once powerful man who for some reason trusted a young Jedi with his secrets of the darkside and sith sorcery- the mark had become something much more dangerous. She did not blaim Archturos Sorrows for giving her the book, or the dark Jedi who helped her intemperate it, or even the demon she sought to capture with the dark arts contained within it. In the end, Raven figured she had to blame herself. Containing Legion was never the real option- especially when using such forbidden forces she had no former training in, and furthermore hiding her deeds from everyone, even those closest to her.
But it could still be overcome, just as the Arkanian had said. She believed him- only because she believed anyone could be redeemed if they wanted to be. Why could she not afford herself that same confidence she gave to almost everyone she came in contact with- no matter how dark and vile they were?
For right now, It's a mind over matter thing. Legion's upset that he lost his Seer. Now that I'm aware of what he's capable of through...well me, I'll be better prepared to handle it until I can go find some answers.
She sighed slightly in contentment, and watched as he started working on her mangled cybernetic. It's funny, how people come and go in your life. A lot of people I knew years ago- life has shaped in good and bad ways. Most of them are almost unrecognizable and some are gone all together.
As he finished with her hand and asked her to test the appendage, Alora slowly lifted the arm, quavering slightly, and opened then closed her fingers in a jerky fashion. Frowning, she nodded. It would be good enough until they could really repair it. Really, Raven couldn't remember the last time the sturdy cybernetic needed any sort of repairs. The man who designed this for me- back when I was just an early Knight- we were good friends, until he found his greater calling.
Slowly, she stood to her feet, using her right hand to pull her hair from her face. She took in a deep, settling breath and began locating the various pieces of her clothing- which had been scattered about. She walked more steadily now- recovering from the intensity of the night before. Pausing- she looked over at Adieumus with a soft smile on her face. Adieumus, Thank you. I really appreciate your help. I'm glad I came with you.
She approached him again and gave him a light one armed hug, before nodding toward the door.
You should go, and make those pancakes you promised before the crew holds a mutiny. I'll be right there shortly. I don't want to look like a wrestled with the furniture all night. I still want to look like a Jedi Master, even if I don't really feel like one right now.
Her soft smile was still content- but turned slightly saddened at the thought, the true thought. She really wasn't sure what she felt like right now- but it certainly wasn't a Jedi.

Jashin placed the last crate into the hold, mentally noting that the loader droids had nearly finished loading the last of the cargo modules into the repulsortruck. At Sinina's words, he just shook his head, laughing a little. "That's a good one. You dress like that, and have no title. I dress like this, and am - technically - a Count. Why don't we just call you princess, and me a pirate? Seems more 'proper' that way."

Another laugh, a hearty one at that; Jashin taking a bit too much mirth in it all perhaps. That laughter was cut short as a crash resounded loudly from the repulsortruck, the droids having dropped one of the modules, spilling its contents.

Rounding on the droids, a stream of fresh new curses on his lips, Jashin pulled his pistol and waved it about, threatening to shoot the simple lifters - who even now floated in place, too stupid to register the threats he leveled their way. Calming down (eventually) Jashin holstered the pistol, sinking down to his knees before the dropped module. Black fluid leaked out in copious amounts, along with some kind of chunky substance. "What the kark? That is NOT Millaflower powder." Dipping a finger into the fluid, tasting it, then in turn taking a bite out of the chunky substance, Jashin eventually fell backward from his kneeling stance - splaying out across the ground. An arm covering his face, his voice, deadpan and monotone, belied his rage. "Currant wine. Currant wine and packed Saltfish. Im not a karking pirate, I'm a karking merchant."

His hand coming down to his pistol, he unholstered the weapon, and brought it up to his head, pressing the barrel firmly into his temple, his face still obscured by his arm - muffling his voice slightly as he continued to speak. "How...am I...going to pay for karking repairs with karking BOOZE and FISH?!" The hand holding the pistol trembled, and did so for several minutes. Eventually it stopped, however, and he holstered the weapon once more. Propping himself up, dusting himself off, he laughed - a sad sad laugh - before waving at the loader droids. "Unload this module into the hold. Now. No sense in letting it go to waste."

Standing, dusting himself off further, he regarded Sinina, whom he had forgotten briefly. "Right. Thanks. Sinina is it? For the coat I mean. It's, uh, appreciated. Whatever." Taking the coat, he turned on his heel, gesturing vaguely behind him in her general direction. "Have you eaten breakfast? Fish is on the menu."