Umgul City

He chuckled, certain he would remember to make her pay up later when they weren't on duty, since she had just volunteered to get the first round of drinks. His attention was drawn towards the luxury ship as Liv mentioned the calvary arriving, and sure enough, a whole array of droids and personnel were quickly moving in to rectify what ever problem had arisen. But even as the all clear was given, Bane still remained on edge, a sneaking suspicion that the danger had not fully passed yet, but with no real hard evidence, he would keep alert to ensure they weren't caught off guard "It's over for now. But i wouldn't let your guard down just yet Liv. You're weapons might yet get a little dirty whether you like it or not... As you said, the Cinn Ion could be anywhere, and with Isis here, they may yet choose now to attack her..."

Vinoly Architectural

Helaine rises from her seat when she sees Elikapeka approaching, and smiles as she walks towards the woman to meet her. While the fact that she is focused on concealing her presence in the Force means that she has no access to the abilities that are hers to command, Helaine's Zeltron heritage means that her telepathic abilities to read and feel the emotions of others are unhampered in the least, and those abilities enable her to feel Elikapeka's unease without any effort on her part. Having observed how close the ties are between the architect and the Mist Order, Helaine can guess that the unease, which had not been present during any of the previous interactions, brief as they were, between herself and Elikapeka, is highly likely to be born from the suspicion Atlantis and Mace have come to feel, and more likely than not have shared with their pet architect, where she and Lyov are concerned. Some might find the game Helaine intends to play too dangerous to pursue when beginning on such precarious footing as the suspicions of the Mist Orders highest ranking members has left her, but Helaine relishes the challenge just as she relishes any chance to prove her abilities to manipulate and destroy others even when her victories are ones only she is aware of given how adept she has come to be at concealing her tracks.

Recalling that Elikapeka has appeared uncomfortable with personal contact, Helaine does not extend a hand to shake or move into the space most sentient beings consider to be their personal bubble as she says in her childish, breathy voice, "Oh, do please just call me Helaine. It isn't as though we're complete strangers, is it?" and giggles as she looks past Elikapeka towards Franz briefly as though curious to find him here when she had last seen him with Elikapeka in the city with her friends. Though she has seen Franz previously, Helaine has little clue as to who he is. If Elikapeka's sense of reassurance when she had looked back at him is any indication, Helaine thinks, he is seen by the architect as a source of protection of some kind, and therefore not to be underestimated until more can be learned of him. Helaine has also learned that mirroring the behaviors of others is often a way to establish a sense of connection with them, and so she injects a finely tuned and subdued bit of the nervousness she senses in Elikapeka into her own mannerisms and speech during her interaction with the architect.

Her attention returning to Elikapeka, Helaine explains, "And yes, I, or, well, you know, Lyov and I have recently acquired some land we'd like to build a vacation home on." Subtly using only her natural gift to manipulate emotions, Helaine attempts to decrease Elikapeka's sense of discomfort to a small degree in hopes of overcoming any aversion the architect may have about working with her, Helaine smiles as she gestures towards Elikapeka with a hand and says, "We've heard so many good things about your work both here on Umgul and abroad that we would very much like you to design the home, and so," she lifts her arms out at her sides with a breathy giggle, "here I am."

Furgan Medical Center - Room 623B


*Whispers.*

*At first, all Zane could hear were whispers. Echoing as if water through a babbling brook. His brow furrowed as he came to the understanding that it was the Force, Itself, that was the source. Some were louder than others.*

Master
Traitor
Mentor
BOGAN

*The knock came immediately following the voices, startling Zane as he shot around to stare at the door.*

Ominous
Caution
Destiny
Terminus

*What was he sensing? What could it be? The words escaped his mouth, almost breathlessly, as he told the visitor to enter. And when he saw who it was, the voices were quietened. Zane had shut them out entirely in the moment, due to his semi-confused expression at what he was seeing. It was Master Serrin. She had inclined her head, to which Zane nervously did the same. When she spoke, it was with the same warmth that she always had displayed in their encounters. But it was hard for Zane not to notice the difference in her appearance. He steeled his mind, seeking not to let his feelings betray him. She spoke of the rucksack she slipped from her shoulders. It contained his...lightsabers. That was a small relief, to see that some things were recovered. Even as she continued to speak, Zane did the best he could to simply smile and nod when she intoned that he was to be released at that time. And, just as suddenly, he watched as she left the room. The whispers returned.*

Tragedy
Sadness
Agony
Hope

*The last word was faint, but Zane focused on it for a moment. He heard it again.*

Hope

Issuing forth a calming wave through the Force, the Jedi Knight spoke the word aloud.

"...Hope..."

*That was what he would put his mind toward. No matter what it was that had happened to Master Roma, Zane would hope beyond all other things that it was all for the better. He would hope, and he would give hope, if ever she would need it. Encouragement was what was necessary through these times. Even as the echoes seemed to follow her, she had decided to stand, resolute, against whatever darkness it was that sought to grip her. So, Zane would stand with her. Spur her along. Somewhere in there would come a moment where he would be able to return the favor for all of those nightmare-driven nights that she helped him through. Both her and Master Nelente.*He walked over to the end of the bed, picking up the satchel and opening the end. It was then that he saw them; glinting in the fluorescent lighting of the sterile hospital room. They were the symbols of his Order; and more importantly, the symbols of his heritage. He picked up the first lightsaber, his own design; sporting a biometric activation switch and a high-output emitter as well as a beautiful chromium hilt and saber guard. The other twin pair of lightsabers once belonged to his parents. His father had constructed them to be a working pair, with each of their crystals complimenting the other - his silver-bladed and hers cyan. In combat, Zane only used his mother's saber in his Jar'kai practice. Otherwise, it was the saber that he created which he held by his side; practicing Form VI, Niman. He carefully removed the three sabers, placing them on the bed beside the bag. His eyes soon fell on another familiar sight; the bright green of the outer robes that each member of the Corellian Jedi Order wore. A smile adorned his features as he lovingly removed the robes, setting them off to the other side. The rest of his clothes were the familiar Jedi garb and tunic, as well as the standard issue belt and pouch packs.*

*Zane set about to getting dressed, putting on the tunic and pant combination, enjoying the feeling it gave him to be back in uniform. It wasn't long before he had everything down to the belt on. Looking back inside the bag, he was similarly-surprised that the Jedi Master had thought to pack him a set of boots - he wasn't aware that anyone knew his boot size. Sliding them on and securing them, he moved to stock his belt with his personal effects - commlink, datapad, and other essentials - before moving back over to clip on his lightsabers. Knowing that he carried three sabers, the belt also had a special compartment on the back that stowed the third - his father's - saber away. It was then that he adorned his Order's green robe, taking special care to make sure that it looked presentable in every way, before folding up his former hospital gown and setting it on the bedside.

*Picking up the now-empty rucksack, he hoisted it onto his shoulder and took one last look at the room that had been his home for the past few days. There wasn't much to be missed, except for his late night conversations with Nurse Begory and his days with the other medical staff. Shrugging, he moved toward the door and depressed the switch, allowing the door to slide open quickly and letting him step out into the hallway where Master Roma was standing.*He made a fashionable spin, gesturing to his garb as he approached the Jedi Master; making an effort to put all of his previous thoughts far, far out of mind.

"Well? What do we think? Do I still pass muster as a Jedi of the Corellian Order?" He said with a grin.

Vinoly Architectural

Able to sense and read even minute shifts in the emotions of others due to the biological trait all Zeltrons possess, Helaine notes that Elikapeka appears to have been nudged in the direction she had hoped when feeling the woman's anxiety level decrease, just as she notes the guilt accompanying the introduction of Franz. The lie is a somewhat clumsy one, for even without Helaine's telepathic abilities the fact that she has seen Franz in the company of Elikapeka and others from the government or Mist Order on more than one occasion makes it highly unlikely Franz is simply a mere apprentice of an architectural firm, as does the way Franz had spoken when last she had seen him in the restaurant, which evidenced a degree of familiarity with the Mist Order unlikely to be possessed by anyone not a part of their circle. Helaine does not, however, give any hint of her doubts as to the veracity of Elikapeka's introduction, and instead looks over a shoulder while following Elikapeka after shaking her head to make it known she has no objection Franz's presence, smiling as she tells Franz in her childish, breathy voice, "It's a pleasure to meet you. Again that is, if i'm not mistaken? You must be so excited to be learning from who I understand is one of the very best architects on Umgul, maybe even in the MId Rim."

As they all enter the conference room, Helaine digs around in the large purse she wears over a shoulder, laughing as though at her own folly while admitting, "I wasn't sure what to bring to a first meeting, so I just brought anything and everything I could think of that you or I might need. The land surveyors map of the island, some holovideo and holopictures of the island and the possible sites we've found so far the home. Those things will help you I hope?"

Umgul City Starport - (Answering Bane)



Glancing around the starport again, Liv nodded her head in agreement with Banes statement about not letting their guards down. 'Well, we have no reports of Cinn Ion on Umgul...but that doesn't mean they aren't lurking about. We'll just have to keep an eye out for weird happenings. In the mean time...." She looked over to the far wall in front of them to a poster of the Umgul City Raceways. "Whaddya say we go see some blob races? I hear they're fun to watch and maybe we could get in some speeder jousting too. I know how much you like to show off your jousting skills." She looked back at Bane with a grin as she teased him while she stood up, empty water bottle in hand, and stretched her arms out in front of her before letting them drop to her sides again.

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"Oh, really, it's just Helaine, please," the Zeltron reminds Franz in her childish and breathy voice with a cheerful smile when he refers to her as Miss Orlov. While her mind, were one to try and read it, is presently filled with fluffy, concealing clouds of trivia about fashion, holovid star gossip, and other ephemera gleaned from magazines or less than serious holonews reports, Helaine finds it surprising that what she can sense of Franz's emotional state suggests he feels nothing is amiss. Helaine would have thought Atlantis or Vos would have scampered back to warn all their little friends of their suspicions, but neither Hekekia nor Delgrave seem to confirm that to be the case based on the relatively light and easy manner both evidence. It is a pity, Helaine thinks, that caution prevents her from employing the full scope of her powers, which would make sifting through the mind of the architect an easy task. Yet another part of Helaine relishes the chance to play, and win, the game she hopes to play with only her wits, at least for now.

"Oh I'd absolutely adore some coffee as well, Helaine says when Franz asks, taking the seat Elikapeka offers. Nodding along as the architect explains what usually takes place during a first meeting, Helaine plays her part as a somewhat flighty socialite as convincingly as ever, laughing as though mildly overwhelmed by all that has been said yet sounding cheerful all the same when it is her turn to speak. Oh my, when you put it that way it does all make things sound a bit complicated, really. Sitting up straighter as though collecting herself to make an effort to fulfill her part of the business at hand, Helaine chews on a thumbnail as though in nervousness as she says, Well, I can answer at least that first question easily enough. It is a get-away home we want to build, a place to escape from the busy city life, you know? Smiling as though distracted by a tangental thought, the Zeltron says, And I do very much like the idea of you handling the interior and landscape design too. It seems to me it would not only be easier, but also make for a more . . . unified vision or feel, wouldn't you agree?"