((100th post! w00t!))

Perdante was an impatient woman. She had always been, and always would be, unless she received some intense Jedi training to remove (or at least curb) her impulsivity. Still feeling embarrassed and angry at being removed from the main section of the Temple by its annoying security droids, she went back inside.

Where was Juhani? Pinpointing her through the Force, Perdante sensed she was in a large room, in a meeting with several other Force users. Jedi Masters. Taking her chances, the young woman tried to blend in with the traffic that was coming and going around the near vicinity of the room. Success at last!

However, something--someone?--caught her eye. Was it a droid? She had no idea, but something told her that this--thing--meant her no harm. In fact, it had not meant anyone harm ever since it had arrived at the Jedi Temple.

She snuck closer to it, feeling an aura of safety and protection in her soul.

[This is a bit random, but I feel pretty disappointed that the fighter scene I started ended in such an abrupt notice without even a little bit of my part in it. Just airing this out. You guys pretty much assumed that for every action you make, my reaction would be favorable to your plans. :| ]

((Betrayer, I can edit my post if you want))

"A woman who called herself Seeker Adelina, the leader of a very dangerous cult called the Found. They intend to kill every single Force User in the galaxy. My name is Rolan Shain; I am a smuggler the Republic hired to investigate the Found. I have already transmitted my findings to Republic Intelligence, but if you wish, I can provide you with a copy as well."

The Grand Master of the Order nodded once as she tried to pull Juhani away from the body with no success. The cathar was still sobbing heavily over the body of her former friend.

"Juhani...I know this hurts. I know that this hurts more then you can believe but you need to let go. Master Bindo has become one with the force and there's nothing we can do anymore."

Juhani didn't hear her. She simply continued sobbing.

Brianna sighed heavily. She motioned for the one of the apprentices to go and get the sith that Juahni had come with, perhaps she could talk some sense back into Juhani.

Jedi Temple, Coruscant

Psycho wasn't a man of compassion, in fact its very likely he has no clue what the word means. Compassion was the one thing that made him stick out from everyone else, the one thing that made him a monster. Had he been in Juhani's shoes perhaps he too would be sobbing but for now all he could think of was killing these Found members.

Gathering Place of the Found, Coruscant

Zen nodded his head at Adeline after learning this rescuer's name; Garren Shain. Though the man had rescued the Jedi he captured and dishonored him in the process he still felt he was worthy to die a noble death in combat.

"I will bring the body to you Seeker, in the mean time would have me do anything else before I go after this Garren Shain?" Zen asked her.

Gathering Place of the Found, Coruscant

"As a matter of fact," said the Seeker (in a matter-of-fact way, of course), "I need you to check on the status of our intelligence. I know that the Republic has been gathering it upon us and our sacred sect, but what can you find out from Pilgrim Operative Zelain about our efforts to infiltrate the Republic's computer consoles? I want all of their files on us erased by tomorrow."

She narrowed her eyes. "If they are not, I shall become very displeased."

Displeasing the Seeker was, literally, a matter of life and death in this case...

Jedi Temple, Coruscant

Perdante rushed forward to the weeping Juhani, who sobbed over the headless body of her friend and comrade, Jolee Bindo. At the exact same moment, twelve Jedi Masters leapt into action, their lightsabers ignited.

"Halt right there, Sith," they ordered, "or we'll remove you from our Temple in a more permanent fashion than we were planning on. Surrender!"

The former Initiate knelt immediately and lifted her quivering hands high.

Fethe did not turned on his lightsaber, instead he decided to speak. “Tells us Sith, what is the purpose of you're visit?”- Fethe said “The Dark side it is not the way, I once walked you're path but now I walk the path of light and peace, you too can walk this path if you let us help you”

"Halt right there, Sith,"

Grand Master Brianna moved between the Jedi Masters and the sith who had her hands held up high in the air.

"Enough of this! The sith is unarmed, and I sense no hostile intentions from her."

She turned to the sith and nodded. "As long as you do not cause any trouble for anyone here, you are welcome to stay for as long as you need to. But I warn you, if you cause any trouble you will be confined to a holding cell."

Brianna then moved over to Juhani and grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet.

"You must get ahold of yourself Juhani! Jolee's death was a great loss to the order and I know you must be hurting but right now the Order needs you. Why don't you go to your quarters and rest...I know today must have been hard for you."

Juahni nodded once and still sobbing headed for her quarters. She had to inform the former crew of the Ebon Hawk of Jolee's death. It was one of the few things she could do.

Brianna turned to the sith and motioned for her to come closer. "I would like you to keep an eye on Juhani. That old man was the closest thing she had to a father figure, I'm afraid that she may go after his killer."

"Go after his killer?" Perdante asked suddenly. "That task is far more suited to someone who knows the ways of the Sith than the Jedi. Let me redeem myself by doing just that, at Juhani's side. She has become my new liege since I lost to her in battle. I know I do not deserve such an honor, Grand Master, but if I am only a pawn in this game of living dejarik, at least let me be her pawn..."

She remained kneeling. "It's the least I can do, after what I've done."

There were a couple reasons that Meta actually liked this galaxy and was considering citizenship within its dominant government. For one, he could pursue literally anything he wanted to, with the exception of race or sex specific jobs such as table dancing and cosmetic tester. He could be a pilot, an explorer, a scientist, and probably a government official even if he worked at it. The only thing that slightly limited him was the unfamiliarity of this galaxy with metallic lifeforms, which was understandable. The chances of organic life occurring naturally were small odds and the numbers for the occurrence of metallic life were trillions of times smaller. Chemical bonds, suitable environment, and etc all made species like his unique in more ways than one and occasionally feared. Not in a galaxy like this one though, where there were so many absolutely beautiful and ugly species that looking at Meta without his clothes on, people would think he was some tribal steel statue.

However, it was the more mysterious nature of his appearance, being covered completely in brown clothing with a set of ancient human night goggles, a hat, and a purple funny-looking weapon that might trigger an attack if Meta were to step forward for the woman. There were probably some Jedi who would like a chance to get a slice at him for having the gall to ask them to test the effects of a Force-inhibiting mineral.

One question that puzzled Meta immensely since his arrival had been why the Jedi were considered so important to the Republic. Countless governments had been formed and survived without this religious group that tapped into a universal power, yet this Republic owed its very survival to the self-proclaimed peacekeepers. Yet with the very presence of the Jedi, the faction known as the Sith had emerged with destructive tendencies that laid waste to the galaxy multiple times. It was no wonder that this cult had finally emerged, known as 'The Found', to get rid of all force users. Even they though were misguided. If they really wanted to stop the problem, then they'd need to stop the source: the Force. How one would go about doing that, Meta imagined, would probably be the same way that his species cleansed any universe of magical capabilities when integrating it into the empire. Or how it used to, at least.

When the 'Sith', as the woman became known, offered to hunt the killer of the old man, Meta became more interested. Granted, the solemn vow and crying stuff was getting boring, but he could live with it if it meant achieving his goal. He didn't want to make his own proposal in a crowd where anyone could be listening, so Meta decided that he would approach someone from the general group about it later.

Fethe was hearing the complete conversation, he was thinking about what both where speaking “You're planning using you Sith teachings against you're master? You will only fall more to the dark side, and for Juhani we must be careful, she could fall into her emotions if she decides to take up the task of looking this Sith lord”- Fethe said, giving an advice and hoping for them to take it. “We need more time to think about this, it is too soon, Master Brianna, gather the council and take this matter to them”

Perdante stood up. "Where should I go, and what should I do in the meantime, good Masters?" She saluted. "I swear to you that my intentions are honorable."

Fethe looks at the woman, he feels good intention on her, she could be fooling him but he does believe that a person can change and be brought to the light. “I would say that you should learn the ways of the Jedi, You have training on the force and in the lightsaber I suppose, you will only need training in controlling you're emotions and how to walk the path of the lightside” Fethe said “Let us help you, do you accept the chance you have?”

Perdante winked and shook her head slyly. "Lightsaber?" she asked. "Not yet. If I would have completed my assigned mission--that is, slain Juhani, removed her heart, and brought it back to my Master--then I would have surely received it. However, I am afraid I've only been trained in vibroblades and blaster pistols."

Looking at the Jedi Masters as a whole, standing in a circle all around her, she nodded. "I indeed accept this chance," she said, "and wish to be trained as a Jedi. All I need at this point is a Master...someone like Juhani..."

"Where should I go, and what should I do in the meantime, good Masters? I swear to you that my intentions are honorable."

Brianna nodded at the former sith and looked her over with an appraising eye. "In my time as Grand Master I have encountered many sith. You are one of the few, actually the only one I've extended my trust to. If you truley wish to help us, go to Juhani's quarters and try and help her through this difficult time in her life. Right now she needs someone she is familiar with to spend time with."

“I would say that you should learn the ways of the Jedi, You have training on the force and in the lightsaber I suppose, you will only need training in controlling you're emotions and how to walk the path of the lightside”

Brianna shook her head and glanced over at Fethe. He belives that he speaks for the council. He sometimes forgets his place.

"I indeed accept this chance, and wish to be trained as a Jedi. All I need at this point is a Master...someone like Juhani..."

"We will consider you for Jedi training if you can help Juhani through this difficult time in her life. Walking the path of the Jedi requires compassion. If you can help Juhani you will pass your first test."

“You heard Master Brianna, prove you're self.” Fethe said as he looks at the Grand Master with a eye to eye conversation “Master Brianna, if you need any help on the training with her, let me know for I have passed thru that experience of changing paths”

Fethe then left the room and headed towards his chamber, he has decided to go and meditate, think about what is happening.

"If you want my opinion, the Found are bigger problem right now than the Sith. In fact, the Sith are just as threatened by the Found as you are." Garren pointed out. "But I should be off. Republic Intelligence will want to speak with me in person." He started walking out, but paused, took a datapad out of his pocket, and handed it to Fethe. "Make sure the Jedi Council sees this. It's everything I recorded from the Found's headquarters here on Coruscant." He added.

"Make sure the Jedi Council sees this. It's everything I recorded from the Found's headquarters here on Coruscant."

“Thank you, It will be given to them,here have this comlink, contact me if you found anything else. May the force be with you”- Fethe said to the smuggler as they both went their separate ways.

Dominic stood in the shadows of the meeting hall, his arms folded over his chest as he leaned against the wall. He listened to the sounds of the party going outside, but he paid them no mind. In reality, he had no interest at all in the celebrations...but at the same time, he didn't much feel like going home tonight. He should go, he knew...the party was in his honor, for God's sake, but if Zen wasn't going to be there, then why should he have to show up?

So he watched silently as the Seeker gave her orders to the other Pilgrim, and then Zen left. But even as he was left alone with Adeline, he didn't speak, not even certain if she realized that he was still there.

Gathering Place of the Found, Coruscant

Seeker Adeline noticed the lone figure remaining with her. "Ah! Pilgrim Dominic." She motioned for him to step forward, and he did so. "Now that everyone else is at the celebration feast, please tell me: How many Jedi were slain in the explosion of the Enclave ruins that you caused upon Dantooine?" Silence. "That's...what I thought. As I said, no matter. It's the Sith we want to kill immediately. The Jedi we must warn if we're going to offer them a second chance. Gain through Loss is preferable to death, as that sniveling neophyte Anna Organ proves." A near-murderous scowl crossed her face.

"She was rescued! I myself had to go down to the freezers and slaughter the worthless Force-using fool who tried to pull it off! True, I did not give you much of an opportunity to do your own killing, but you should have been guarding the prisoner more carefully." She shook her head.

"I have a special task for you, a service I wish you to perform. If you truly want to redeem yourself after this little fiasco with the young girl, bring me a single Jedi. Alive. I don't care if he or she is an Initiate, Apprentice, or a full Master. If you can manage to subdue and capture him or her, I will promote you, as I am going to promote Pilgrim Zen for doing such a thing already."

Seeker Adeline smiled. "Go...and do not fail me this time, Pilgrim Dominic."

Jedi Temple, Coruscant

Perdante was pointed in the direction of Juhani's quarters. Hesitantly, she went inside, finding the Cathar kneeling before her bed, with her face buried in the pillow. Almost noiselessly, the Sith Initiate knelt down beside her.

"Juhani?" she asked softly. "Is there anything I can do? Anything at all?"

Gathering Place of the Found, Coruscant

Zen nodded his head once more and left the gathering place. He made his way to the feast where he knew he would find Pilgrim Zelain. As soon he entered the party he was greeted by thunderous applause. It did feel good to be cheered on by his brothers and sisters but he had a much more important business. After some searching he found Pilgrim Zelain in a corner talking to some other pilgrims. Zen made his way over to him and dismissed the others talking to him.

"Pilgrim Zen what a pleasant surprise," he said looking up at the Sangheili.

"Zelain my brother, have you any word on the Republic?" Zen asked.

"What do you mean Pilgrim Zen?" Zelain asked getting a little nervous around Zen.

"I mean does the Republic know about us?"

"Our operatives have not had the chance to infiltrate yet."

"I see...Speaker Adeline would like to have a word with you."

With that Zen left the party and made his way to the hangar where his ship would be waiting for him. He stared up at his ship and smiled at its Sangheili based design. He hopped inside and set some coordinates for outside the Jedi Temple. He figured Garren would drop the Jedi off and he would be able to not only kill him but take the jedi as well. It would be a tricky assignment but he felt it necessary to redeem himself.

Jedi Temple, Coruscant

Psycho stared at the body of Jolee intently. He crouched down by it and looked at the part of the neck where the head was taken off. He raised an eyebrow before standing up to look at Brianna.

"There's no burn mark here, Master Bindo was cut by some type of vibroblade. His body shows no sign of battle which means it wasn't a long fight, my guess he was taken by surprise. These Found members must be able to hide themselves from the force if they were able to do this," Psycho theorized.

((The next post won't be as long. I'll try to fit them all into one medium length post.))

"Is there anything I can do? Anything at all?"

Juahni quietly got to her feet and looked at the former sith. She tried to smile but she couldn't. Not with with the recent new of Jolee's death.

"There is something I want you to see. I want you to see how one death can affect many people. Now...I have to inform his friends of his death."

She pulled out a personal comnlink from her belt and inserted it into a device that was imbeded in the wall. She quickly inserted some commands and a young, female voice echoed throughout the room.

"Hello? Hello? Who is this? Big Z, can you see if you can get the holoprojector working?" A low growl answered her and soon a figure began to come into existance on the pad of the device in the wall. The figure then turned into a Blue Twi'lek wearing a black leather vest and dark pants.

"Juhani!" The twi'lek said with a joyful smile which quickly turned into a frown as she saw the tears on the cathar's face.

"Juahni...whats wrong? What happened?!"

"Mission...Jolee is dead. He was murdered."

"WHAT?! Someone killed the old man?! Who did it? Who killed him?!"

"An organization known as the Found. Jolee was attempting to rescue a Jedi who was captured and was killed during the rescue." She didn't go into the details of his death. It would most likely give her nightmares.

She watched as the Twi'lek broke down into tears, in the background she heard a wookie howl of despair. Juhani sighed as she fought back tears. "Mission listen to me. The Found are going after Force sensatives everywhere and anyone who has been associated with them. Take Zaalbar and go into hiding. If you wish you can stay with me at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. You'll be safe if you choose to come here."

Mission nodded, the tears were still on her face. "There's a freighter thats leaving for Tatooine in a few hours, I think Big Z and I will hide out there until this is all over. Have you contacted carth and the others?"

"Not yet, but they're on my list. Be safe Mission."

"Bye Juhani, do me a favor: Find the people who did this to the old man and make them pay."

"Believe me, I intend to."

The hologram of the twi'lek vanished and then Juhani turned back to the former sith. "There are others I have to contact. I want you to be here when I do."

Dominic's eyes stayed on the ground, his jaw working every so often as he listened to the reprimanding that Adeline was giving him. When she was finished he nodded, bowed slightly, and placed his fist over his heart - as he had before. "Yes, your Holiness."

A few hours later, the pilgrim was tracing his way through the lower levels of Coruscant's massive city, a worn and threadbare cloak tied about his shoulders and swinging at his shins. There was no hood; he didn't have any reason to hide his identity. No one knew who he was, this unrecognizable figure. His armor had been replaced by civilian clothes, the only thing left of his previous outfit being the vibrosword and blaster at either hip. He should have been resting...but he was out instead. He wanted a drink.

The bar he was heading to was well within walking distance, being all of a two minute's speeder drive away...but rather than make the journey an eight minute one, Dominic went the opposite direction, and now he was over two hours out of his way. But he had needed the time to center, and only now, as he entered the dark and smokey room, did he come out of his prayerful reverie.

Jedi Temple, Coruscant

The former Sith suddenly realized that her cheeks were wet with tears. Flustered and embarrassed, she wiped them away, and then let more fall. She was tired of hiding her feelings, tired of keeping cool, tired of being strong. Perdante wanted to weep until she could weep no more, and thus she let herself sink against Juhani's shoulder. She felt the Cathar's arms enfold her, and even though she cried and snotted all over the lapel of the Jedi's robes, she did not feel Juhani move away or give a cry of disgust. Perdante was glad.

When she finally regained her composure, she said, "Of course I'll be here."

Lady's Lekku Cantina, Coruscant

"Orugo zhad gurkurk jal?" Dominic was asked as he entered the bar.

The bartender, obviously an alien, quickly switched to Basic Tongue. "Drink?"

Fethe left Coruscant to head towards Manaan, to find an old friend of his. Fethe was an apprentice of a Twi'lek Jedi Master named Rodos Kepid, he is part of the order and is currently on a mission on Manaan. Fethe has taken his ship “Star of Iziz”, a Aurek tactical strikefighter and headed towards Manaan. Upon his arrival Fethe decides to contact the Jedi academy to inform them about the datapad he received from the smuggler.

“T3, open up a hologram communication to the academy, I must talk to Master Brianna and the Council”- Fethe said to his utility droid.

The droid opens up the hologram projecting Master Brianna.

“Master Brianna I have an information given by a smuggler, he was the one who found Jolee's body. This information might be of great help to find the new cult master.”- Fethe informed.

Jedi Temple, Coruscant

Anna Organ, a Jedi Knight, was trained well in the Force. She knew how to use it to heal her wounds. However, what she did not know--unfortunately!--was that when Seeker Adeline had punched her and broken her nose, the knuckles of her gloves had been made out of ostanovium: a metal that negated and absorbed the Force. Some of it had flaked off and embedded itself in her skin during the attack, and thus her attempts at healing were all in vain.

Also, when her nose had been broken, a tiny bit of the bone had lodged itself in the lower part of her brain. Thus, she stuffed a part of the sheets on her cot in her mouth as she ground her teeth in agonizing pain. She was dying, slowly...

Meta could wait a long time, and that's just what he would do until the Sith and the Jedi both came out of the room.

He had decided to follow the force-users after they had left the scene. Meta had contemplated acquiring the body for experimental purposes, but concluded that there was no way to test the effects of a force-suppressing substance if the user was dead. It would also not be looked on kindly for even just asking, he also concluded, and decided he'd have more luck in his mission with the other Jedi. They probably wouldn't volunteer to be test subjects, but they would help him with his ultimate goal, in all likelihood. Meta simply had to wait for them to regain their composure and exit their room.

One of Meta's favorite pastimes, and he has had plenty of time, was profiling passersby. It was a skill to tell numerous little things about an individual just by observing them, and Meta had learned how to do it very well. He even had a certain advantage in his own vision, in being able to tell what spots on the body were swelled with blood and to see irregularities that others would miss. He could tell, for instance, that a Padawan that just had just walked by was in an aroused state from physical ques as well is things he noticed from the infrared portion of his vision. The cause was obvious; his master, trainer, or whatever they were called was an attractive woman. Meta found deducing physical attraction boring though. It was much more fun to do during gambling games such as poker. Thus, he tried to deduce more in-depth concepts from other passersby as he stood outside the door that the Sith had entered.

((Is Betrayer still in the Rp?))

"Of course I'll be here."

Juhani pulled away from her and motioned for her to sit on the bed while she contacted the others.

"Like I said earlier...I want you to see what happens when someone dies. How the death can many people. You saw that Twi'lek girl. Jolee would often help her pull pranks on the other crew members.

Juhani smiled despite how sad she was as she remembered a few of the Twi'lek girls more...unusual pranks.

She proceded to contract the rest of the surviving crew of the Hawk and warned them of the possible danger against them.

Carth was shocked by the news of the old man's death. He did promise that he would help if the Jedi ever made a move against the Found and that he would be alert.

It took her awhile to get ahold of Canderous Ordo who was now Mandalore of the Mandalorian clans but he seemed to be as shocked by the old man's death as Carth was. When he found out how Jolee had died, he flew into a rage and smashed something that she couldn't see. After a few minutes he calmed down again and promised that he would keep a watch out for any possible attackers.

When she contacted Bastila and told her the news she had heard the other Jedi drop her lightsaber in shock. Despite her attempts, Bastila informed her that she was coming back to Coruscant to help track down Jolee's killer.

Even as Juahni finished, she knew that she had to find out more about Jolee's killer. And only two people other then Jolee had been there. Anna Organ and the smuggler who's name she had forgotten.

After the sith told her that she had to leave to get some air, Juhani began walking toward Anna Organ's quarters, but even as she walked she couldn't help but think that something was wrong. She could sense a small disturbance in the force coming form her quarters.

She gently knocked on the door to the other Jedi's quarters and waited for a response.



“Master Brianna I have an information given by a smuggler, he was the one who found Jolee's body. This information might be of great help to find the new cult master.”

"Very well." The Grand Master replied. "Please begin transmission of the data."

Dazed and shocked, Perdante told Juhani that she needed to "get some air". That was true, although she also needed some outside stimulation to recover from the emotional storm she had just gone through. Exiting the room slowly after Juhani nodded, the former Sith had a sense she was being watched...

"Very well." The Grand Master replied. "Please begin transmission of the data."


“My T3 will send you the transmission of the data in just a few seconds”- Fethe said as the droid begun to send the information “I will be on Manaan, gathering with and old friend of mine, if there is anything else you need master you can contact me, I will be returning to the academy on Coruscant shortly after I meat my friend, May the force be with us.”

Anna felt like something was drilling right into the front part of her skull--which, internally, it was. The ostanovium flakes embedded in her skin were still preventing her from healing herself through the Force, which, up until now, she had honestly believed she could do. Blinding pain coursed through her, and she convulsed with the effort of trying to cope with it. There is no emotion...

In a few moments, the agony grew too great, and the Jedi closed her eyes. Letting her physical body sink back into its final sleep, she bowed her head and allowed herself to become one with the Force. No more pain would she endure.

Juhani's head shot up in alarm as Anna seemed to disappear. She could no longer sense her through the force.

Is it possible a member of the Found managed to get in by her and finish the job?

Juhani ignited her lightsaber and began cutting through the door all while sending a message through the force to everyone in range.

Anna Organ is in trouble! I can no longer detect her through the force and she is not answeing her door. Please send Medical help immediatly!

Juhani continued to cut through the door as quickly as she could. They had already lost Jolee and she was not about to lose the one who had information on his killer.

Meta was absolutely amazed at how oblivious to the world the Jedi could be. True, he was a dead spot in their Force, but a little paranoia couldn't hurt when one of your comrades was killed by a cultist. The Jedi had just walked right him, intent on some purpose. The Sith that followed did so more slowly, and displayed the proper cues of someone who could feel a set of eyes on them. There also appeared to be some emotional trauma, though that could be from over-reading. The puffy red eyes contributed to that opinion. Even she though just walked on by him, granted slowly. He decided not to let this one pass however.

“Hello there,” Meta spoke up from the wall he was leaning on. “It looks like you've had quite a time since you've arrived here and your friend is still going.”

Perdante gave a sudden start. "It's you!", she cried, looking at the personage whom she had believed to be a droid not too much earlier. Then, chagrined at how she'd addressed him, she blushed to the roots of her copper-red hair. "Please forgive me, I--!" A pause. "You may call me Perdante. I saw you earlier, in the midst of all the Jedi in the room who were looking at the headless body of one of their own. I'm intrigued--who are you, and if you're not a droid, how come I seem to sense that you're made of metal?"

She tried to laugh, but the effort came out sounding flat. "Ah..." Perdante shook her head. "Yes, I have had 'quite a time of it', as you say, and so has my new friend Juhani. She's a Jedi, and she knew the man who was slain. I did not, but that's because I was a Sith Initiate not 72 hours ago."

A rueful smile. "We've all been through a lot--Juhani, me, and the entire Order. There's a cult that we think is responsible for the Jedi Jolee Bindo's death, called 'the Found'. Other than that, I don't know much about it or about who killed him. Nevertheless, I want to track down the one who did."

She said this last part with an icy knife-edge in her voice. "He shall pay."

[How goes the RP? Should I still kill off the Iridonian guy? What do you think should be next for Ibis?]

((Sure, go ahead and kill off the Iridonian guy. Maybe Ibis could try to either infiltrate Perdante's mind so she follows his orders again--this time against her will--or go after Seeker Adeline, because he can sense her through the Force as a "dead spot" due to something I will reveal in my next post about her. Welcome back, and the RP's great!))

“Yes, I heard about that. It's a shame for anyone to go really, but it hurts the most when stuff we think is preventable happens.” Meta commented after Perdy had finished. “Though if it's vengeance that you're looking for, maybe we can help each other out. I've been looking for the Found and a Jedi – or Sith – is a good as any person to help me hunt them down. Or rather, hunt down their weapon of choice. Their weapon of choice is a mineral with a name I really don't feel like repeating and a tendency to stop the Force cold in anyone. Really quite interesting actually thing to study in after-patients, although finding a volunteer to test it in real time has been a pain, and I doubt you would volunteer either, so that's not what I need help with.”

Meta paused for a moment to walk over to Perdy and do a quick circle around her, as if sizing her up. “I, to simply put it, need bait. Someone to draw members of the Found out that I can then capture, torture, interrogate, kill, and dissect for any useful pieces of information, even additional samples of the mineral that, again, I don't feel the need to repeat the name of. Either that or you could allow yourself to be captured, taken to their hideout, and then I could come to your rescue. The latter plan would probably work better, since I could pretty much call in a Republic cruiser if I wanted to. That would be too messy though and bad for PR, so I'd think of another cavalry.”

In reality, Meta had forgotten the name and would have to consult his notes again to remember. He was also pretty certain that the Found were more likely to kill Sith and capture Jedi than the other way around. He had also made it a point to glaze over her original question and would continue to do so unless pressed.

Perdante smiled. "You know," she said, "I have been looking for a way to prove myself to the Jedi. They don't immediately trust Sith, even if they're only Initiates--or former Initiates--and have turned away from the Dark Side of the Force. Grand Master Brianna has said that if I tend to Juhani and comfort her during this period of great grief..." She stopped for a moment, thinking again of Jolee. "...if I do that, I will have passed her test and will be accepted for Jedi training. However, I'm thinking something a little more active and heroic might earn the Grand Master's attention in a deeper way. Thus, I volunteer."

She winked at the strange metallic creature. What was he, anyway? "I may not be as strong in the Force as Juhani or any of the official Jedi here, but I'm willing to be used as bait in your plan to 'find the Found', and I do know how to use the Force." She turned a rather obnoxious-looking picture of Jedi Master Lamar Vrook upside-down on the Temple wall using only the power of her will. "See? I'm good to go, if you are."

“Great to hear!” Meta clapped his hands together. He hadn't expected her to reject the plan, though he imagined that she would've consulted with her friend first before anything else. “Of course, we will need a little help in making sure you make a good bait. I'm guessing that the man who picked up the dead man and the woman he rescued is still around, so first we've got to find him in order to find the location of the hideout. We're also going to need to get a Jedi and another non Force-user with us for when we break in, a few supplies to send the place sky high.”

Meta was about to head in the general direction of the hall where he had last seen the operative when he remembered something.

“I'm Meta,” he greeted, extending one of his gloved hands to shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you Perdy."

Seeker's Sanctum, Gathering Place of the Found, Coruscant

My face. I loathe my face, even though I am the most beautiful of all...

Seeker Adeline scowled at herself in the mirror. This is me, and yet it is not me. My flesh and bone have been replaced with collagen, porcelain, silicone. Hypoallergenic steel to undergird my lovely features so they'll never wrinkle. Anabolic injections in my shoulders, chest and rear to plump them up, and fat-dissolving chemicals in my abdominal muscle wall to slim it down. Exercise and training, just in case those stopgaps failed. Endless, endless exercise...Even now, I have a personal training droid I haven't found the courage to destroy. The vestiges of childhood are very hard to let go of.

And the pageants. All because my mother needed money. She was beautiful, yes, but naturally so, and I suspect I was, too. However, it wasn't good enough. I wasn't good enough. Some producers from a holovid company, the scoundrels who created GALACTIC DIVAS, were the ones that financed my reconstruction. My re-creation from a gawky girl into a wondrous woman.

However, it wasn't worth it. Credits never are. In losing my face and body, I lost my identity, too. I lost all sense of who I was. In my place was someone who was always polite, always graceful, always lovely. I forgot my youth. The worst part? No scars show, and that's because every surgery was completed by surgeons who wielded the Force along with their scalpels. They made sure that no one could see the marks they left behind when they cut.

I hate the Force as much as I hate my face, hate myself. However, I will not and cannot be like that Sith Lord, Traya, who tried to destroy it utterly.

She is evil. I am not, and I will make sure no one will ever wield it again.

No one will have the chance to become evil again, even unintentionally.

Sighing, Seeker Adeline undressed, picked up a brush from her vanity, and began to brush her long hair in her see-through nightgown. Beauty was life...

Before going to bed, she took six ostanovium capsules instead of her usual one.

Jedi Temple, Coruscant

Perdante delightedly shook Meta's hand, although when she did, she looked perplexed. Metal again...only metal. If there had been a visible thought bubble over her head, like in political cartoons, it would have read, "?!?!?!!?!"

However, she hid this, or tried to hide it, from Meta. "I don't know how Juhani is going to react to this plan," she forewarned the creature, "especially with all the stress and pain she's going through right now. However, if we mention that this is going to help us track down Jolee Bindo's killer, she might relent."

I hope she'll relent, thought the former Sith Initiate with a deep breath!

Psycho left the body where it was and began walking through the temple. He was growing impatient and wanted to go after these found members already. It had been such a long time since he killed someone and his thirst for blood just kept growing. He tried his best to not think about bloodshed and nearly bumped into Perdante in the process. He looked over at the strange being she was with and tried to guess what race it was. He only caught a few seconds of what the strange being was saying and that was all he need. He knew the being was named Meta and he had a plan to take out the Found.

"If you're looking for an extra hand, I might be of assistance," he said to Meta after he was finished speaking with Perdante.

Gathering Place of the Found, Coruscant

Zen cursed as his ship refused to start. He hopped out and kicked the ship in anger. Seeing how he despised speeders, he decided that he should wait and fix his ship as it was the only option left.

“Alright, we have two people aboard now.” Meta said, glad that things were already going well in terms of recruitment. He had expected the process to take a few hours at least, but covience was on his side now. All he need was the leader of the Found to fall into his lap and his day would be set. Unfortunately, things were rarely that easy for him, so he would still need to go through his plan. “Now we just need to convince your friend Juhani to help us out and we also need to find that republic spy-guy. We should probably start with your friend first, since there's no telling what she might do right now.”

With that, Meta started after where Juhani had left. Where she had turn the corner to go, Meta had no idea. He trusted his inscinct though and that of his companions, so he was relatively certain that he could track her down no problem. The republic man might be a bit more difficult, but Meta's ties theoretically should allow him to contact the man or retrieve the data the man collected.

Jedi Temple, Coruscant

Finally, Perdante spotted Juhani again. "Here I am," she announced with a glad wink, "and I've found a new friend, or at least an ally." She gestured toward Meta. "Hopefully, he can help us find out more about the Found and discover the secrets of this awful mineral that can absorb the Force." She neglected to tell Juhani about the Plan, as she called it in her mind, for the time being. Better to let Meta introduce himself first, and the Plan, since it was his idea in the first place...

Meanwhile, Anna Organ's body began to grow stiff in the aftermath of death.

Console Server Room, Gathering Place of the Found

Pilgrim Zelain had to hurry. If he was going to delete all of the files that the Republic had on the Found and its goals and objectives, then he'd better crack the almost iron-clad encryption system the Republic had in place. He was a superb hacker, but definitely not as good as the Republic officers in charge of cyberwarfare and console security. If he failed this task, he would be missing his own head before noon tomorrow. He didn't want that at all...

The other Pilgrims were feasting and carrying on. Idiots. I need help.

Aha! Something gave way in the stream of code that Zelain had been trying to decipher. Within fifteen minutes, that crack in the wall of data had led to a waterfall of files being downloaded to his own console and utterly erased from Republic mainframes all over the galaxy. Best hacker on Coruscant. I have more than earned that title, and I've kept my head for more than one more day! Zelain, covered in cold sweat, retired to bed. Tomorrow he had a big day ahead of him, because he remembered...

That spy. The one who helped our prisoner escape. He has the files I deleted. Gah! I must try and kill him, or else accompany someone else on a mission to kill him.

((Tys, did you miss my post that had me trying to break into Anna Organ's room?))

"Hopefully, he can help us find out more about the Found and discover the secrets of this awful mineral that can absorb the Force."

"That's wonderful." Juahni grunted as she finally managed to cut all the way through the door to Anna Organ's quarters. The cathar immediatly ran to Anna's side and checked her pulse, and then she sighed heavily when she found none.

"It looks like the Found have claimed another victim." She said quietly. On the outside she seemed depressed but on the inside she was screaming with rage. Not only had the Jedi who had information on the woman who had killed Jolee was dead, but it looked as though she had died in pain.

She motioned to a Jedi apprentice who was passing by the door to alert the medbay that Jedi Knight Anna Organ had died.

"I don't think I can take this anymore." She said sadly. "First Jolee and now Knight Organ. She was a good knight and I'm sorry that I was not able to help her in time."

She turned to look at the former Sith and the mysterious figure behind her. "And who might you be?"

((No, but at the same time you were trying to break in, Anna expired. Sorry.))

Perdante felt the sweaty area underneath her arms grow cold. Two murders, all in one day. First Jolee Bindo, and now another Jedi Knight. By the Force!

"I...I'm sorry," she said, at a loss for words even though she was usually quite articulate. "This must be stopped immediately. If it isn't the members of this new cult who killed her, it might be my old Sith Master. Either way, bad news."

"This must be stopped immediately. If it isn't the members of this new cult who killed her, it might be my old Sith Master. Either way, bad news."

"I agree." Juahni said bitterly. "They must be stopped before any more deaths occur. The Found have killed two Jedi Knights and are a blight on the galaxy."

She sighed tiredly. "Right now...I wish this was a bad dream. Jolee and Anna were both great knights and didn't deserve their fates. But I have a feeling this wasn't done by your master. No...If your master had done this there would have been a greater disturbance in the force then there was. No...I have a feeling this was done by the Found."

As they discussed Anna's death, a message came through directly to her room. "This is Garren Shain again. I'm sorry to bother you, but I'd like remain updated on Anna's condition. I'm sure you understand my concern."

"I--I don't quite know how to tell you this," stammered Perdante, "but she's dead..." There. I've said it. It wasn't the way I wanted to tell him, but...

All of a sudden, the Force seized the young woman in an ironclad hold. Forced to her knees, Perdante grasped Juhani's hand and, half-consciously, recited a poem and prophecy that she had a dim sense the Force was revealing to her:

Darth Traya tried to erase me,
And yet not even she
Is quite as evil as the Found,
Who cause atrocity.
Why do they seek to slay the ones
Who've found their way to me?
The Found are the ones who are lost,
And they don't even see.

You, lost one, are my instrument
Of final battle's rage.
With your allies, you'll find the Found
In their ultimate stage.
Be vigilant, and be prepared.
These words will guide your way:
Someone must win; someone must lose;
And someone must betray."

Slumping over, Perdante took deep, heavy breaths, almost hyperventilating.

When she finally stood up, she cried, "Alas! Did I really say those verses?"

[A FEW HOURS AGO]
The figure who was in the ship watched as his original prey escaped. He did not bother himself with that failure, for it was not an important one. Instead, saying no instruction, he decided to concentrate all the power that flowed around him and release it in a blast.

The ship of the Iridonian exploded. And two failures were finally destroyed. And the last...

[NOW]

Ibis sat down on the musty floor. They have been in Coruscant for only a few hours, and most of the time spent was on meditating. His slave was content to stand up by the door to the apartment, and most people were convinced the slave was too much trouble to disturb.

Ibis grinned, as much as his face can grin (which amazingly, no one has seen closely, at least no one who has lived to tell the tale), as his success finally was imminent. And he was relieved that his hard work has paid off.

And he spoke, in his mind. Gagnante, or should I say Perdante. You are mine. Never forget this. You are mine.

And with that, he started controlling his failed apprentice's motions. A hand, moved awkwardly upward. A foot moving forward as of its own volition.

You heed my every command, even though you do not know it. You are mine. Obey.

All of a sudden, Perdante found her injured leg moving forward, and her hand moving upward. Her mind seemed to be floating in a semi-conscious daze, suspended in a flow of time and space, and also orders. You are mine. Obey. "What the Force?!" she cried. To Juhani she said, "All right. It seems the Force is controlling me once again, but this time my old Master is trying to contact me and make me obey his orders. I can stop him quickly."

Focusing and concentrating with all the power of her will, Perdante clouded her mind with Force energy, blocking out the dark voice that had spoken to her. The Force, when it was speaking truly, was calm and deep. This voice was not. It was her old Sith Master, and Perdante was not about to let him win again...