Cylax's interest in Slate increased as he learned that the man is an assassin.
So that explains how he was so quick to get behind me with his blaster.
He continued to allow Slate's words to flow through his mind as made his claim. Cylax looked down to the sith girl and than back to the assassin. He was surprised to see an assassin take interest in another person's life, especially a sith.
"Besides, if you say you aren't going to torture her to get the information out of her, then you have to use some form of persuasion, which is exactly what I was going to do, making all of our discussions moot."
"Well Mr. Slate, I wouldn't call what I do persuasion. As with most things there are two sides like Jedi and Sith. It works the same way for non torture interrogation; you have persuasion and you have intimidation. Its clear enough for me to see though that I cannot intimidate you and you can not persuade me though."
"So can we both simply agree that we all need to come to a rational decision on the matter, and put this beside us right now Sir Cylax?"
Cylax looked at Slate's extended hand for a few seconds. He was either very trusting or incredibly cunning; Cylax suspected him of both.
"Unlike you Mr. Slate, I do not care if the girl lives or dies...however I do want that information. Alright, I take back my statement of questioning the girl." Cylax shook the man's hand with his free arm, "...but the next person we interrogate, we do it my way."
Dravin noticed the female that helped bring Syana here leave the room. He thoughts wandered through his mind trying to remember her name, then he remember or at least hoped he remembered. If not it would make was he was about to do a little awkward in his book. As the others were to busy bickering amongst themselves Dravin took the time to slip out of the room and follow Lyna to her room. Waiting several moments after she entered the room, he stepped closer to the door and softly knocked upon the door.
"Are you alright?" Dravin said trying to speak through the door in the nicest voice he could muster.
"I don't know. Why don't you go ask Droo yourself? I mean, she might have a "better idea" than me." with that, Lyna left the room and burst into tears. Cade rubbed his eyes in annoyance. He shifted his attention back onto Syanna and the determining what form of interogation to set on her.
"Oh I'm starting to like her! Though I'm faltered you'd agree with me over your girlfriend, you probably should have sided with her on that one no matter how right I was."
"Every relationship has its disagreements. I dont think Lyna has fully grasped that concept." Cade replied. "Besides, I only agreed with you because what your suggesting techically isnt torture - its bargaining."
"So can we both simply agree that we all need to come to a rational decision on the matter, and put this beside us right now Sir Cylax?"
"He's right. We cant just stand around all day discussing ways to interogate her." he crossed his arms. "We'll play it your way, Slate. But if she proves more trouble than she is worth, we'll take things up another notch."
"With Lyna gone, that just leaves two force sensitives in the room. Two should be enough anyway to act as human lie-detectors."
((Did ya read the PM I sent ya, PK?))
As Lyna was almost done packing, she heard a voice outside her door.
"Are you alright?"
Lyna sniffed, and cleared her throat. She didn't want to sound too sad. "Um... yeah! Yeah, I'm good. Just need some alone time, ya know?" She packed a few more things, and after that, she was done.
She then wrote a message on her datapad saying:
Dear Cade,
I'm really sorry for the way I acted. But... I don't know if this is gonna last. I'm sorry for everything. And to the group as well.
Love,
Lyna
She placed the note on her bed. Then the young woman got up quietly, and walked towards the large balcony of the window. She extended her arm out for Cyan, who jumped on, crawled up to her shoulders, and rested there. "Hang on, girl," Lyna whispered to Cyan.
Using Force jump, Lyna jumped on one of the rooftops, landing safely. She slightly turned back to where Cade and the others were at. "I'm so sorry..." She then headed for Rawk's hangar...
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Syana looked at everyone, biting her lower lip and waiting for them to do whatever they needed to.
"Well'p. Looks like I failed, master..." she thought to herself.
Droo came to Cade and everyone. "Kids? The bacta tank is ready for her. We must place her in there now."
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"Have you ever met another cathar in your life?"
Micah squinted his eyes, thinking. Then he shook his head timidly. "Not that I remember. Why, ma'am?"
"Not that I remember. Why, ma'am?"
"It just doesn't seem fair...that you have never met another one of your species in your life. You most likely know nothing of your own bloodline, of the traditions of your people.
Atrila sighed heavily as she pulled off her helmet and finally revealed her face to the younger cathar.
"Good night young one. If I am still here perhaps we shall discuss some of our traditions in the morning."
She looked down at the younger cathar once more and then opened the door to her room and then quietly closed it behind her as she walked in.
With Lyna's response Dravin nodded his head and turned away from the door. Since he only wanted to check on the girl he considered that little side task complete. Now it was time to think of a plan to get off this planet and someplace where he could just get back to his old life. Which he wasn't sure at this point was possible, secretly he hoped that his life was not to intertwined with the events of those who really did not want him around.
As Dravin walked he crossed his arms and pressed them hard into his chest as he considered the possibility of temporarily obtaining a ship from the hanger bay. After all staying where you obviously were not welcomed was no place anyone would want to be. So his destination was in mind, find a ship and just fly. At that thought he laughed slightly to himself and began to wonder of this places defenses would shoot him out of the sky before he broke free of the planets atmosphere. But risks wouldn't be considered risks if there wasn't a possibility of losing something.
Dravin reached the hanger bay and his heart felt a little excited. Kind of like a little boy who had received the chance to shoot his father's blaster just one time. Memories and feelings like that often to not leave the mind so quickly. It was slightly sad to him that pain, and loss were more etched in the mind then those that were good. The array of different kind of ships was pleasant to see. As he walked through the hanger bay he examined each ship carefully, some looked like they had seen they're share of battle and needed repairs. In the distance Dravin saw Cade's vessel, but knew comendering that vessel was more likely to get Dravin unfriendly close to the wrong end of Cade's lightsaber.
Stopping in front of a vessel he placed his hand upon the cold steel of the ship and closed his eyes. Few minor repairs needed, nothing he couldn't fix. Even with out the repairs it was in flying condition. And what ever lock happened to be upon it, Dravin could easily by-pass it. With a slight shrug of his shoulders and a sigh Dravin walked up the Cargo ramp of the ship and started exploring the inside of the vessel.
Cylax backed to the side of the room to allow Slate to do what he needed to do. As he stood there watching over the group he noticed something different. He saw Lyna leave, and the helmeted jedi was looking for a room...but where was the hooded man? Once again he had managed to disappear from the group. Now that he had nothing to do, Cylax's mind was free to wander which meant he could focus on this man. Slowly he began putting pieces together. He wasn't sure if he had seen the man on Socorro, but he was with the group when Cylax caught up to them. Not only that but he managed to take down the sith girl with ease, perhaps it was a betrayal. He also showed interest in the girl's safety, and he stayed behind which was just convenient for him as there was yet another sith encounter. It wasn't a perfect theory, but it seemed to fit and explain how the sith kept finding them.
"I'll leave you all to this, now if you'll excuse me I think we have a traitor amongst the group. I think I'm going to have a little chat with him."
With that Cylax exited the room and began his search for this man.
Lyna was now in Rawk's hangar. She looked around, trying to find a ship to go inside. As she walked, she saw the ship she was looking for.
Rawk's old shuttle.
The young woman smiled to herself. She then sighed. "Sorry, Rawk. But I have to do this." Lyna went to his ship, wondering how to get in. Suddenly, she saw the old little astromech droid, R2-D2. The young woman went to him. "Hey, Artoo? Can you open this shuttle for me, please?"
Artoo whirled his head at the shuttle. Then looked back at Lyna. "Dweep do dwee?" he asked.
"Um... it's for checking. Rawk wanted me to run a check, so I volunteered." Artoo didn't say anything. Then he nodded. He went to to the shuttle and unlocked the ramp. Lyna smiled. "Thanks, Artoo. You're the best." She gave the little droid a peck on the head, making the droid beep happily. He twirled around and rolled away.
Lyna, along with Cyan, walked in the shuttle, closing the ramp from behind. Getting into the cockpit, she sat down and started up the shuttle. The lights finally came on. Then, starting the console, she could hear the engines going on very well. "Perfect..." Lyna whispered with a smile. She was ready to go away from here...
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"Good night young one. If I am still here perhaps we shall discuss some of our traditions in the morning."
Micah stood there, speechless. For his first time, maybe ever since, he saw another Cathar. He gulped, still surprised. "Good night, ma'am..." And with that, he went off to his room.
((Sorry for the double post, but... where is everybody? :( ))
As Dravin traveled around the ship examining the needed repairs he'd make to it once he landed on a distant planet the ship shifted and moved under his feet as if it was taking off. The sudden unexpected jolt of the ship exiting the planets orbit made Dravin lose his feet and slam his head against the walls of the hall in the ship. The blow to the side of his head made the surrounding area turn into complete darkness then slowly fade back into his view. Slightly disoriented and groggy he slowly slide to his hands and knee's with a slight moan. As he stood to his feet he rubbed his eyes hoping it would help them focus once again on the objects and things around him.
One thing was for certain at this point he was no longer alone upon the vessel he wanted to comendeer from his not so friendly friends. He walked and slightly stumbled his way to the cockpit to see who was his ever so eager pilot for the evening. To his surprise it was the girl from earlier, the blonde one, he stood there for a moment trying to think of her name. After a while it came to him, Lyna.
"So who taught you to be a pilot and not warn passengers you are taking off" he said in the best joking manner he could taking the co-pilots seat next to her.
Just as Lyna was minding her own business while flying the old shuttle, she heard a familiar voice from behind.
"So who taught you to be a pilot and not warn passengers you are taking off" he said in the best joking manner he could taking the co-pilots seat next to her.
She quickly turned around. Thank goodness, it was that hooded guy. Dravin, was it? Yeah, Dravin.
"Oh. It's you. Thought you were someone else... like a Sith assassin." Lyna put the shuttle on autopilot, and looked over at Dravin. She smiled. "What are you doing here?" She sighed. "Let me guess... Cade and his "friends"?"
In the back of her mind, she felt really bad on leaving Cade behind. After all those years they been together... she's running away. Could it have been anger? Fear? Being heartbroken? She was afraid to choose...
Cylax stopped searching as soon as he heard the sound of engines. He raced towards the hangar and saw a ship preparing to leave. He fired a concussive shot from his gun arm however it missed. Quickly he lined up another shot and fired; a hit however it was not a round he shot. Instead he fired a small tracking device which attached itself to the underbelly of the ship
You can run spy, but I'll be right behind you.
He quickly moved back into the home and prepared a goodbye speech so that he could hunt this hooded man down however on his way there he saw Lyna's door was open...and messy. He took a look inside and noticed things all over the place; the girl was either packing or this hooded man stopped in to say hello. Not seeing the small creature in the room confirmed his suspicions. He went back into the room where he left just a few minutes ago.
"I suggest we stop getting information for this girl; we have other problems. Your hooded friend just took off in a ship and took Lyna with him...oh and her little pet too."
Dravin lifted his left hand and placed it against the top of his hood and pulled it back to reveal most of himself to her then he has to anyone in a long time. His hair was cut short and black, his eyes a light green, and his face held onto stubble, his features were rough and he had a scar across his right cheek. His eyes fixed onto the vastness of space and he let out a soft sigh as he leaned back and rested the back of his head against his hands.
Tilting his head slight to the left to look at Lyna "If I was an assassin we wouldn't be having this conversation. And yeah your friends basically made it very clear I wasn't very welcomed." he said to her.
Leaning forward once more he looked at the navigation computer quickly and rubbed his chin "So care to enlighten me on our journey Miss. Lyna."
Even as Atrila moved toward the bed in the guest room she was able to sense that something was wrong.
She moved away from the bed and looked out the window just in time to see a small ship blast off from the hanger. Even as she looked at it she could sense that one of the people aboard was the one known as Lyna. She couldn't sense any fear or anger coming from the girl.
She quickly ran out of the room and ran toward where she had last seen the others.
"I suggest we stop getting information for this girl; we have other problems. Your hooded friend just took off in a ship and took Lyna with him...oh and her little pet too."
She quietly stepped out from the doorway and shook her head slowly. "I don't believe he kidnapped her. I could sense her and I was not able to sense any fear or anger from her. I believe she may have left of her own free will."
"If I was an assassin we wouldn't be having this conversation. And yeah your friends basically made it very clear I wasn't very welcomed."
Lyna looked down timidly, feeling embarrassed for saying the "assassin" word. She looked at him again.
"So care to enlighten me on our journey Miss. Lyna."
Lyna bit her lower lip sadly, looking at view in fron of them. "Ossus..."
It was obvious to Dravin that earlier events were still plaguing Lyna a bit. It was never in him to pry upon some ones personal affairs, but if the sith were truly after this girl then traveling alone wouldn't be the best idea. And it wouldn't be in his best interest to leave her alone and then run into her companions.
"May I be so bold as to suggest we remain traveling companions. At least until your life isn't on the verge of total extinction." he said noticing his words sounded rather cold. at least more so than he intended them too.
"I don't believe he kidnapped her. I could sense her and I was not able to sense any fear or anger from her. I believe she may have left of her own free will."
Cylax turned around to see the jedi from earlier(not sure if helmet is on or not).
"Or perhaps she's been drugged. Regardless of why she's on that ship, the point is she's there with that traitor. I've put a tracking device on the ship so we'll be able to track it, but we must hurry."
"Kids? The bacta tank is ready for her. We must place her in there now." Slate heard Droo say. He agreed, they needed her in the bacta tak now, not later. She'd still be weak enough afterwards to be able to question, as of the moment she needed treatment.
Slate proceeded to carry the girl gently, sensing as he touched her some pang of guilt within her, but he brushed it aside for the moment.
"I'll leave you all to this, now if you'll excuse me I think we have a traitor amongst the group. I think I'm going to have a little chat with him." Was all that Slate heard before he exited the room, and headed to the bacta tank. Once there, he proceeded to prep her for the transference into the tank, and after some time; she was lazily floating about in the bacta like a fish.
"Don't worry Syana, I'll make sure you're well, and treated before I question you," he reassured her. "I'll be back after awhile, to see how your wounds are faring."
With that, he left the room, proceeding back to where the others were. While waiting in there, there seemed to be a silence, as if someone had finally found the mute button. Slate was glad for it, even his genius mind needed a rest from all the debating.
After some time had passed, the silence was finally broken by Cylax's entry.
"I suggest we stop getting information for this girl; we have other problems. Your hooded friend just took off in a ship and took Lyna with him...oh and her little pet too." Slate heard him say, making the one-eyed veteran lean forward in the seat he had procured.
"It would seem odd that the man would take the binjiphant too, although it isn't all that normal of a little creature. Not that I even have a clue why it can do what it does that is. It goes without saying, he has little reason to take it too, if he's kidnapping her, lest he desired to sell the thing for study," he deduced, trying to reason out why the little rat-pet of Lyna's was taken too.
"I don't believe he kidnapped her. I could sense her and I was not able to sense any fear or anger from her. I believe she may have left of her own free will." Came the voice of the Jedi who'd joined them most recently, Slate swiveling his helmeted head in her direction to assess, and analyze her.
"Or perhaps she's been drugged. Regardless of why she's on that ship, the point is she's there with that traitor. I've put a tracking device on the ship so we'll be able to track it, but we must hurry." Slate heard the cyborg quip in reply.
"Both are reasonable, but regardless, they're both gone, and on the same ship. All while the Sith are hunting for her, plus our - for the most part - heads," Slate spoke up, trying to mediate the issue, so no more arguing, and debates would break out, seeing as the issue at hand was far more pressing for time than the last one.
"I think I'll go retrieve our guest from the bacta tank, seeing as leaving her here would give her an opportunity to fulfill her duty of assassination. Do I have any objections for bringing her with us?" Slate asked. Silence prevailed.
"Alright, I'll go get her. I'll just need medical supplies to finish her treatment on board the ship, once we leave to go retrieve Lyna, and perhaps kill a kidnapper," he said towards Droo, to go retrieve the supplies.
"While I'm getting the young woman, I'd like someone to go search her room a bit thoroughly, to find any clues, or indications as to what happened ((So someone can find the datapad Lyna left))," Slate stated, leaving the room right after to go retrieve Syana, who'd had at least some time to heal in the bacta.
Once in the room, Slate approached the tank, tapping on the glass, he said, "Syana, time to get out, we have an urgent matter to attend to, and we can't very well leave you here."
Slate aided Syana in getting out, and back into normal attire. "I believe you should be feeling better, but you weren't in there long enough to complete the job. So I've asked for some supplies so that I can treat you, and help your wounds to heal completely. Uh, can you walk, or do you think I'm going to have to carry you to the ship?" Slate asked with honest concern, as he leaned over Syana a bit, while he sat next to her.
((Sorry for being a bit controlling, and not giving anyone the chance to object to taking Syana, but you have to agree, not taking her would simply give her a chance to finish the job, and everyone in the room would have to be an idiot to let that happen. No offense intended to anyone, of course. :) ))
Cade followed Cylax out of the room as soon as he heard the sound of engines from the garage. Somebody had comandeered one of Rawk's shuttles. "What the hell is going on here?" he barked. He could sense Lyna was onboard, and Dravin - the man who tried to steal his ship.
He returned with Clyax back in the room, straight after Clyax fired a Tracking Device on the ship.
"I don't believe he kidnapped her. I could sense her and I was not able to sense any fear or anger from her. I believe she may have left of her own free will." the Jedi replied after Cylaxs announcement.
Cade grasped his forehead. He then walked into Lyna's room - it was left in a mess; as if somebody was packing for a vacation and left it in the state its in. He saw a datapad glowing on her bed. He picked it up and read the message. He read it again. And again.
He let it slip out of his hands so that it dropped to the floor. He raised a boot, and smashed the data pad as he stomped once. Parts flew everywhere at a short distance.
"Fine... You've made your choice." Cade grunted. He sat on the bed, and clamped both hands supporting his chin. He began wondering what his next step was going to be.
Cylax agreed with Slate's decision to bring the sith with them, leaving her here would only end in disaster. He noticed everyone was getting ready to leave, and it looked like he would have to put aside his hatred with Cade for now. He found the man who ruined his life stomping a datapad in rage. Cylax stepped into the room with half a mind to kill him here. He shook his head at the thought though; if he was going to kill Cade he was going to fight him at full health. That meant physically, mentally, and emotionally.
"Is this how she would want you to act? She'd want you to follow her even if she doesn't say so. We'll get to her before that rat can do anything." He turned and exited the room but not before stopping at the doorway. "Oh and don't look into this at all. After all of this is over I'm still going to kill you...no matter how much I might like your friends." With that he exited the room and followed after Slate.
He found Slate with the sith girl, asking if she would need help walking.
"I can finish healing her up once we get on the ship. I've got a canister of Bacta in here," Cylax said pointing to his right arm.
Atrila turned toward one of the men in the room who seemed to be looking her over. She stared back at him from under her helmet and then slowly shook her head at him.
Perhaps I should take off the helmet.
She was about to pull it off before thinking better of it. The family here may be friendly toward the cathar but I don't know about the others. I'll wait just a while longer until I know them better.
Atrila quietly left the room and headed for the room for the room where the one known as Lyna resided. She entered the room in time to hear the cyborg talking to the one known as Cade.
"Is this how she would want you to act? She'd want you to follow her even if she doesn't say so. We'll get to her before that rat can do anything."
She waited until the cybord left the room before turning toward Cade and then looked down at the smashed datapad then back at Cade.
"Is there anything you wish to speak about? I'm known to be a good listener and to me it looks like right now you could use someone to talk to."
((Oh, the hunt is ON!! Sorry. Kinda random... :P ))
"May I be so bold as to suggest we remain traveling companions. At least until your life isn't on the verge of total extinction."
"S-Sure. We can be be traveling companions. Just don't try anything funny..."
Lyna sadly looked down. Sometimes she wondered, why she was scared sometimes. And why she was sad. Lyna sighed. "I'm... I'm gonna set the coordinates for Ossus. Then we'll be on our way in hyperspace."
Doing that, Lyna thought about Cade again. She was too upset that she left him behind. But what did he feel of her? Probably by now, everyone was hysterical. No matter. Lyna needed to get away. Maybe take a vacation.
The young bit her lower lip sadly. Sadness could really one's heart...
"Is this how she would want you to act? She'd want you to follow her even if she doesn't say so. We'll get to her before that rat can do anything."
Cade didnt say anything when Cylax entered the room. He remained silent, staring at the shattered pieces of the Datapad. Oh and don't look into this at all. After all of this is over I'm still going to kill you...no matter how much I might like your friends."
"Whatever..." Cade muttered, without acknowledgement of staring back at Cylax. He left the room. Soon, that Jedi they came across earlier entered the room. She was still masked.
"Is there anything you wish to speak about? I'm known to be a good listener and to me it looks like right now you could use someone to talk to."
Cade glanced up and sadly smirked. "I see. You still refuse to give out a name and remain anonymous behind that mask, and yet your telling me your a good listener."
He remained staring at the remaining parts of the datapad. "She left us by her own choice. She wants nothing more to do with us any longer - especially with me. The only reason I see of pursuing her is for retrieving Rawks ship, no questions asked. She is naive, stubborn and very VERY emotionally unstable."
"I see. You still refuse to give out a name and remain anonymous behind that mask, and yet your telling me your a good listener."
She shook her head slowly. Not willing to take off her mask. Soon...but not yet.
"Tell me, if your people were disciminated against wouldn't you wish to hide your identity behind a mask? And I am a good listener. Back in my days as a Jedi, many people came to me with your problems."
"She left us by her own choice. She wants nothing more to do with us any longer - especially with me. The only reason I see of pursuing her is for retrieving Rawks ship, no questions asked. She is naive, stubborn and very VERY emotionally unstable."
Atrila moved to stand right in front of Cade and looked down at him with a sympathetic expression that was hidden by her mask.
"She may have left because she needed time to herself. Based on what I have heard your little group has had quite the hard time. And I will not pass judgment on her so I will not say anything about her possible emotional unstability."
She paused as another thought came to mind.
"You know it's possible she left to combat this new threat by herself to protect you and the others. And if that is the case then you and your group will need to find her before the sith do."
Atrila then turned to leave and was almost out the door before a sudden thought came to her. It wouldn't hurt her to tell the Jedi her name after all, He had helped her against the sith at the crash site.
She turned back toward him and smiled under her helmet. "Just so you know, my name is Atrila."
She then continued out the door in search of the cyborg. She had a few questions for him as well.
Lyna's tone and facial expression told Dravin all he needed to know about her current emotional state. She was sad, possibly feeling a little lonely, and frightened. Of course who wouldn't if you were being hunted by a powerful dark force, and the ones who were suppose to be your friends kept insisting on turning they're backs to you. It wasn't something Dravin was fond of seeing other do to other being, but it happened. Pride above everything else was something everyone was guilty of, and it wasn't an easy thing to over come.
"Being afraid" he said in a calm tone leaning back into the chair staring out of the bridge window "isn't something to be ashamed of. We all are afraid of something, sometimes it's best to be afraid then to not. At least then you know your being honest with yourself. And if anything just talk to some one about what you feel."
Being a sensitive person wasn't Dravin's strong point, and he was sure it was showing. But it seemed like this girl needed some one at this point. And being alone sometimes can do more harm.
"Being afraid" he said in a calm tone leaning back into the chair staring out of the bridge window "isn't something to be ashamed of. We all are afraid of something, sometimes it's best to be afraid then to not. At least then you know your being honest with yourself. And if anything just talk to some one about what you feel."
Lyna looked at him. She then smiled. "Yeah. You're right about that." She sighed, looking down. "The real reason why I left was because the Sith that attacked me is mainly hunting for me. Maybe the Sith are hunting for me now. I don't know why. He said something about killing my parents, which really upsets me. But... he didn't tell me who he was."
She sighed. "Either way, I'm gonna do this alone. For the Galaxy." She closed her eyes sadly. "For Cade."
Lyna began to set the controls to hyperspace. She had to understand why the Sith wanted to kill her. And... to find out who she really was.
"She may have left because she needed time to herself. Based on what I have heard your little group has had quite the hard time. And I will not pass judgment on her so I will not say anything about her possible emotional unstability."
"Thats easy for you to say..." Cade replied, and stood up from the bed. "You dont know her like we do. She has done many crazy things in the past. One time I remember she abandoned us for her idiot of an ex-boyfriend and her old abusive circus ring leader she used to work for. The consequences were quite devasating; for all of us. But that chapter has been put behind us."
"You know it's possible she left to combat this new threat by herself to protect you and the others. And if that is the case then you and your group will need to find her before the sith do."
"Perhaps... But we'll see." Cade said gruffly. He watched as the masked Jedi was about to leave the room, but paused and looked back at him.
Just so you know, my name is Atrila."
He smiled. "Cade..." he pointed to himself. "Nice to meet you."
After Atrilla left the room, Cade wondered around. Eventually, he left the room and made his way back down to the hanger where his ship was still parked. He boarded the ramp. Nale was already waiting for him in the Center Lounge/Security Room, leaning against the Holographic projector platform.
"We're going after Lyna?" Nale asked.
"Nope. We're going after Rawks shuttle, to get it back. For a very good reason too..." he walked down the hallway. "Because on that shuttle is a cache of vital data Rawk needs decrypting. If we want a better chance at standing up against the Sith and Imperials, than that cache is very essential. Lets just pray to Ragnos that Dravin doesnt find it before we do..."
((Sorry guys. Just waiting on Kyvios' reply.))
Dravin listened to Lyna as she spoke. He didn't quite understand it all, though he could she was determined in what she planned on doing. Shifting slightly in the chair he rested his cheek upon his closed hand and watched as the ship entered hyperspace.
"So what do you hope to learn in..." he paused for a moment to think "Ossus? was it?"
"So what do you hope to learn in..." he paused for a moment to think "Ossus? was it?"
Lyna stared at the vortex they were in, nodding at Dravin's question. Cyan jumped on her master's lap. Petting the little binjinphant, Lyna sighed quietly. "First, I'm gonna find any Jedi artifacts there that can help me defeat the Sith. Then... I'm gonna find the Sith that murdered my parents and bring him down, along with his followers."
The young woman glanced at Dravin, hope twinkling in her eyes. "I gotta try..."
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Syana was with Slate, the armored man. Did everyone here hide their identity? She didn't blame them.
She looked at Slate and smiled. "Nah. I think I can walk. Oh yeah. I usually or never said this but... thank you."
Slate barely made a motion, only swiveling his head in the slightest as someone entered the room.
"I can finish healing her up once we get on the ship. I've got a canister of Bacta in here," Cylax said, pointing to his right arm.
"Good, that means one less thing to worry about. You can help me with her when onboard the ship," Slate said to Cylax, curious to see the cyborg actually had a heart, not that he was one to talk. "Now all I need is a medkit to treat her hip, I believe it took some bone damage, and a kolto salve would really finish the healing process up nice."
Slate turned his full attention back on Syana as he felt her emotions pulse through the Force. Sith could be so easy to read, when they weren't careful.
"Nah. I think I can walk. Oh yeah. I usually or never said this but... thank you." Came the reply from Syana, Slate leaning back a bit.
"Good, that means the healing process has progressed faster than I expected, and had hoped," he said aloud, but almost to himself more than anyone else.
"And, Syana, you are welcome," he said, returning his attention to the present.
"Maybe, if you don't run away like Lyna, back to your master; you might find a place amongst our group. Who knows Syana, I might just let you see under the helmet," Slate remarked, chuckling quite cynically at this, he continued. "Then again, I'd be more likely to teach you the ways of the Fo....."
Slate paused, he'd almost slipped up, something very unlikely with him. He'd let his guard down a bit too much, he'd have to watch himself in the future.
".....Assassins, of the Outer Galaxy, very rare, but effective techniques. You could definitely use it," he finished, a rare jesting undertone to his voice.
'Well, I recovered from that one quite well,' he thought to himself, as he got up from the seat.
"Well, I think we should head for Cade's ship, Syana, Sir Cylax, he might just leave us behind if we dawdle," Slate said, making a valid point, and reaching out his hand to help Syana up, a gentlemanly courtesy he'd only ever shown to one person, Cass.
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Cylax looked at Slate and Syana with a rather confused look. He didn't know assassin's could have hearts but what was he to say on that. He wasn't sure why an assasin would befriend for a sith or why a sith would accept this but one thing he did know was it was surprisingly nice. For a split second, Cylax felt happiness and warmth. For a split second his faith in people was restored. However, he quickly let the moment disappear.
"Well, I think we should head for Cade's ship, Syana, Sir Cylax, he might just leave us behind if we dawdle,"
"I'll make sure Skywalker doesn't leave without us. You and Syana should take your time getting there just incase any of her wounds reopen." he said to Slate giving him a slight nod.
With that he left the room and started making his way to the ship. He turned around a corner and nearly ran into the helmeted jedi from earlier.
"My apologies jedi, I did not see you there. We should make our way to Skywalker's ship before he leaves everyone behind."
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[I don't think so. I'll whip up a post soon]
Dravin stared at the counsel in front of him as he listened to Lyna giving her reasons as to why she was doing what she was doing. It seemed pretty rash and fool hearty to go and face an entire fleet, and some one who is more powerful then yourself all alone. Even the greatest of hero's had someone helping them along the way.
"So... you plan on taking on the entire fleet alone do you? And do you even have a plan yet? Of how you'll be able to pull off such a feet." Dravin said his eyes looking over towards Lyna.
It wasn't really the fact that he was judging her, or questioning her motivation in anyway. He just wanted to make sure if he was going to take part in a suicide mission he'd at least be well informed of what was to come.
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Lyna bit her lower lip sadly. "Well... yes on facing the enemy alone, and no, I have no plan yet. But... I'll think of somethin'. Hopefully." She glanced over at Dravin and smiled. "You can help me, if you like. I just don't want anyone getting hurt 'cause of me..."
Lyna looked back at the vortex of stars, hoping they'd reach Ossus soon.
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Syana smiled warmly, and took Slate's hand. After she stood up, the young woman looked up at him and smiled. "Ready when you are..."
Dravin leaned back into the chair and folding his hands together watching as the hyperspace whirlpool surrounded the ship. As he looked out the window a small sigh escaped his mouth. Yes, as of the moment he had every intention on sticking with Lyna, letting someone go in alone on a suicide mission wasn't exactly of in the best interest of his moral conciuos.
"People don't get hurt because of one person in particular. They get hurt because its the actions of many that allow it. Others chose to follow who they do because they believe in that person, so them being harmed would fall upon them and not you. Thats how I look at things anyways." He said to her trying to reassure her as best as he could.
"This ritual is dangerous, indeed. But we require it so that the Shadow Dwellers will forever prosper", said Lord Sethos to the Council that gathered with him.
"All of us have an inkling of the Force, stronger in some than in others. Channeling the dark energy that the Force provides us, and we are able to track any organism that exists in the universe."
"But such a ritual has never been attempted before! The results can be magnanimous! And all this for one person?" This time, it was one of the council that spoke, one of the young and brilliant leaders of the Shadow Dwellers.
"And you're saying that you'll let the woman who is destined to destroy us all run free because of the risk it takes to find her?", argued another. This time, the leader of the Bloodbringers, ever loyal.
"Very well, I see your point", replied the first.
"Good. Then this tumultuous matter is settled. The council shall begin the ritual on the sun's falling. The Survivor shall never see the light of day again!"
"All hail Lord Sethos!", screamed the council.
My apologies jedi, I did not see you there. We should make our way to Skywalker's ship before he leaves everyone behind."
Atrial nodded her helmeted head at him and smiled underneath her helmet. "While we walk perhaps you can enlighten me on a few things that have been bothering me since I arrived on this planet."
She fell in step with the cyborg and remained silent for a moment.
"If you would, could you tell me what has happend to this group since the begining of their journey? And if you don't mind my asking, but how did you become a cyborg?"
"While we walk perhaps you can enlighten me on a few things that have been bothering me since I arrived on this planet."
Cylax looked at jedi with a quizzical look. He wasn't sure he was the right person to be talking to about problems, but he nodded at the jedi's request.
"If you would, could you tell me what has happend to this group since the begining of their journey? And if you don't mind my asking, but how did you become a cyborg?"
"Besides the sith constantly attacking, I'm not sure. There was this one sith back on Soccoro that was a little off. He seemed to the leader of the group from what I could tell. And I didn't become a cyborg, I was forced to so let's just leave it at that," Cylax said harshly. "My apologies jedi, I'm sure you understand what I'm talking back with that helmet of yours... I'm Cylax by the way," he added in tired of calling this person jedi.
Cade waited in the cockpit, sitting in the pilots seat and crossing his arms. He stared at the console, and thought it be a good idea to open up the ramp of his ship for everyone to aboard.
Presumably, these new teamates of his will accompany him on retrieving the Shuttle. Suddenly, his proximity was visited by an unsuprising individual.
"Save your breath. I'm coming with you whether you like it or not boy!" Rawk sat in the co-pilot seat. Cade glanced back.
"Fine. Just be careful not fall over on your way back." Cade smirked. Rawk grumbled.
"Ha-freakin'-Ha..." Rawk spat sarcastically. "I may be old, but you may be suprised."
"Tell me Rawk... How did you manage to get a data cache filled with Imperial Schematics, Technological and Weapon Designs?" Cade queried. "And why is it stored onto your shuttle?"
"An interesting question. Remember those inspections I told you about? Well, Micah being the stubborn-minded rascal aboarded the Sith Vessel. He actually managed to hack into the Imperial Database and made a copy of those Schematics and Designs. I intended to use them as a form of Blackmail the next time those kriffin' Imps pay me another visit - but they could be used for an even greater purpose."
"Oookay... so why are they stored onto your Shuttle's computer?"
"I'm getting to that! You dont seriously believe that I'm blind and foolish enough to leave it on my Personal Computer, do you? Anyway... I doubt that hooded friend of yours and your silly girlfriend would be ever so lucky enough to find them. They're protected by a system of Barriers and Passwords."
"My apologies jedi, I'm sure you understand what I'm talking back with that helmet of yours... I'm Cylax by the way,"
She looked over at him and nodded before responding. "My name is Atrila."
Atrila continued walking in silence toward the ship until finally walking up the boarding ramp.
"You said that one of the sith on Soccoro seemed to be the leader of the group. Tell me more about him. Was he a sith lord? Did he have any special abilities that you saw? Any information about him at all would be greatly appreciated."
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"People don't get hurt because of one person in particular. They get hurt because its the actions of many that allow it. Others chose to follow who they do because they believe in that person, so them being harmed would fall upon them and not you. Thats how I look at things anyways."
Lyna glanced at Dravin and thought about. Maybe he was right. Maybe she she just needed to calm down and not think on the negative side. Lyna nodded with a smile. "Thank you, Dravin." Suddenly, the navigation console came off.
"Finally! That's our stop." After deactivating the hyperspace navigation, the shuttle came out of hyperspace. The planet Ossus was now in view. Lyna smiled to herself as Cyan went on her shoulder to look at the view as well.
"Ossus. Where the old Jedi Academy use to stand..." She sighed, and flew towards the planet's atmosphere. Hopefully, she'd find something here that might help her defeat the Sith and it's leader.
"You said that one of the sith on Soccoro seemed to be the leader of the group. Tell me more about him. Was he a sith lord? Did he have any special abilities that you saw? Any information about him at all would be greatly appreciated."
Cylax thought back to when they were on Soccoro. He remembered four sith had attacked the group of jedi.
"He lead a small team of sith, but he had an army so there's no question he's a sith lord. He had armor hidden under his robes and his hood his most of his face expect I could see some type of mask covering his mouth. He seemed to know Lyna Honso, he kept calling her survivor. I hope this helps you Atrila."
He made his way into the shuttle and towards the cockpit.
"The signal's starting to get weak, but its still traceable. They must have just come out of hyperspace as my tracker just started acting up again. The good news is they're not too far from us." Cylax stared at the coordinates for a few seconds before continuing. "Tell me Skywalker, did either one of them mention anything about Ossus because that's where they're heading."
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Dravin sat quietly in the co-pilots chair as the view of Ossus came into view. Lyna wasn't a bad pilot, maybe if things settled in a more positive manner he could convince her to perhaps pick a different type of life style. Now she mentioned looking for something, something about her past maybe. Did she mention family? Dravin shifted slightly and rested his chin on the back of his fingers while resting his left hand on his lap.
"Well in any case Miss. Lyna" He said to her calmly as his eyes never left the approaching planet "My skills are yours if you need them."
Syana smiled warmly, and took Slate's hand, the armored man helping the young woman up in a very courteous manner that he'd only really ever shown to one other person. "Ready when you are..." She told him with a smile that made Slate's brows furrow in a state of mixed emotions under his helmet, hidden from sight.
"Then let us depart to the ship, so I may finish treating your wounds," he told her, letting go of her, and leading her through Rawk's home, retrieving a med-kit, they went to the shuttle bay, where he found Cade's ship prepped and ready, and fortunately open to allow them entrance.
He led her up the ramp, and into the ship, looking around, he felt everyone was aboard, and banged on the metal wall of the ship loudly, shouting towards the cockpit, "Everyone's on Cade, hit the thrusters!"
With that, he turned back to Syana, looking her over for a minute, then asking, "Well, other than treating you, I don't know what else to do with you, but...."
Slate looked around briefly, his high-speed mind taking everything in within moments, ".....I do know we need to find a place for you to stay, and maybe get you some food. But if you have something else in mind, then I'm all ears, because considering I have nothing to do on this ship other than be a passenger, and look after you, I have nothing else I can do; after seeing to your wounds, that is."
Slate looked down at the young woman, his helmeted head cocking to the side in a way that said he was awaiting her reply.
"Tell me Skywalker, did either one of them mention anything about Ossus because that's where they're heading."
"Before all this mess started, before we met you, Lyna kept ranting on about how much she wanted to revisit Ossus." Cade replied. "We didnt get a real chance to at the time; we were always on the run; conducting assignments suited for mercenaries and bounty hunters."
Cade stared at the NaviComputer, and locked onto the shuttle's signal.
""Everyone's on Cade, hit the thrusters!"
Cade hit the switches and turned on engine. The ship hovered in mid air, then carefully moved out of the hanger. Soon the cockpit was facing the sky, so Cade hit the accelerator and within a few minutes they were off the planet and into the dark heavens.
"Activating hyperdrive..." Cade narrated. The Ossanian Angel entered a vortex of stretching stars and soon disapeared in the next blink. Cade switched on the Autopilot. "We'll be arriving at Ossus in a few hours."
"Well in any case Miss. Lyna" He said to her calmly as his eyes never left the approaching planet "My skills are yours if you need them."
Lyna smiled. Then she glanced over at him. "Ya know? You're the only one I have faith in, Dravin. With Cade..." she sighed sadly," he hasn't been himself lately..."
She turned to look at the view again. After going through the atmosphere of Ossus, she could see the beautiful view of the jungles and cliffs that lit in the moonlight. It was night time here.
"We'll just land by the old Jedi Temple. Hopefully, we can find something there." Lyna turned the shuttle towards the direction of the Jedi Temple. It was time to find help and defeat the uprising Sith...
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"Well, other than treating you, I don't know what else to do with you, but...."
Slate looked around briefly, his high-speed mind taking everything in within moments, ".....I do know we need to find a place for you to stay, and maybe get you some food. But if you have something else in mind, then I'm all ears, because considering I have nothing to do on this ship other than be a passenger, and look after you, I have nothing else I can do; after seeing to your wounds, that is."
Syana smiled up at him. "I'll let you know. Don't worry." She glanced around.
"I would like to take a quick rest though."
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