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Post by Sarahi Leor Qui on Sept 23, 2012 22:37:48 GMT -5
"He thinks that we're the idiots." Sarahi said with a huff. She crossed her arms and followed behind Finn for a moment. It took no more than three seconds to shove her way in front of him. "You can't be a leader when you're blind to the fact that you're actually an idiot with no sense of direction." She closed her other eye and stood still for a moment, sensing everything around her, reaching out to places beyond the walls around them. "And you think you're ready to be a jedi knight." Sarahi uttered, her eyes still closed.
Then, she felt it. A small room not to far from where they stood, through the wall of course. They were separated by several walls in fact, thick walls too. She looked back at Finn. He would have kept going straight, without a doubt. "Stand back." She didn't give him time to refuse. She never gave anyone any time to refuse.
In one smooth motion, Sarahi brought her hands back and summoned as much of the Force as she could before thrusting out her hands and driving the Force through several thick walls. As the dust settled she nodded to herself. "That's how you use the Force." A faint blue glow caught her eye at the end of her Force-made hallway. "There's something down there."
"So, who wants to go down the dark, creepy hallway first?" The Cla'Tal in her mind said.
She walked forward cautiously, her hand on her lightsaber. The dark side fading presence smelt like death and... she didn't think about it any further. When they came to the end of the hallway, the room was glowing more intensely. Sarahi shielded her eye from the light and took a few steps forward, listening...sensing.
When she felt like all was safe, she allowed herself to look around. The room was filled with holo-tables and screens of various sizes littered the walls. She walked over to one screen and searched through its unblocked memory. Whoever was been here, had been in a hurry to leave, she thought. After a moment she swore in her birth language and shook her head in horror. She double checked to make sure she wasn't seeing things. Nope, clear as day. On the screen she watched as they entered the temple, tore down walls, and so on. She swore some more and clenched her jaw. "Someone's been watching us this whole time!"
Dread washed over her. If someone had been watching them, did that mean they had been controlling everything that happened to them in the Sith Temple? They had been watched and manipulated. What was worse, was that there could be other rooms in the temple just like this one. That someone was trying to kill them? If that was the case, they were all in deep trouble. "Let's see if we can find a map...or some way out of here at least."
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They were neck high in trouble, Kaoru knew. He held his lightsaber above his head to light up the room. The Dark Force was strong, but underwhelming. It was an odd sense, like how it felt right before his second master left The Order. He refused to flinch at the memory. His master had acted odd, like he wanted something more, but didn't know how to go about getting it. "I know you are there, come out." Kaoru said, making sure that he was slightly in front of Astrid so if he needed to protect her, he could.
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Kahle was irritated. How his Master picked idiots who could tell their left from their right, he would never know. "It's not my fault there are a thousand hallways here." Torep was saying. Kahle left out an irritated grunt. Idiots. He was surrounded by two of them...well some of the time. Jauché was always out and about exploring the temple, being stupid. "It was a good thing that I found you---"
"Shut up!" Kahle hissed and narrowed his eyes. He listened again. Voices. Three from the sound of it. He peered through large crevice in the wall, making sure to conceal himself with the Force. Behind him, Torep's foot hit a pebble and he watched it fly toward the wall in slow motion.
"What's that sound?" One of the padawans gasped. Kahle held his breath, drinking in her fear. It was sweet, it empowered him. She would be easy to kill, fear clouded the senses, made you slow...unless you embraced it. Jedi never embraced fear. The girl would die.
"It sounded like a rock." The boy padawan said. The universe wasn't going to run out of idiots anytime soon. "I think we should get going."
Kahle used the Force to bring several loose rocks down upon the padawans' heads. Sadly, the all dodged out of the way, lightsabers ignited. Kahle stepped out, a grin spreading across his face. "Leaving so soon? The party hasn't even started yet."
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Kahle is going to make it out of this fight, barely. Torep on the other hand, he can die. If you have any questions, please ask me.
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Post by Kendalia Jaden Uka on Sept 24, 2012 15:49:09 GMT -5
Trent peered over Sarahi’s shoulder as she spoke. Truthfully, peering over the shoulder of one so short wasn’t that big of a task—but he wasn’t about to tell her that. "Someone's been watching us this whole time!"
Sure enough, there they were on the screen. Trent smiled as his image was shown dancing at one point when no one was watching. Someone had been watching.
“I look amazing on camera,” Trent exclaimed, before receiving a glare from the Glare Man. “Let’s see if we can find a map . . . or some way out of here at least.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Trent said with a nod and a smile and a wink, instantly wishing he could take back the wink. He quickly scurried to a computer to make sure Sarahi wouldn’t pummel him and started hacking in to find a way out.
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"I know you are there, come out." Kaoru said, stepping in front of Astrid slightly in a protective manner.
Astrid reluctantly ignited her lightsaber, but upon seeing the one facing them—wished she hadn’t. Him. The boy.
The one who was supposed to live.
Astrid’s stomach churned and she found herself paralyzed. She had fought so many creatures and monsters from all walks of life! She had killed time after time, some had even been acquaintances at one point! Why was she hesitating now?! Why was she paralyzed by a sith boy that she didn’t even know?!
Mercy.
Astrid knew why. The boy had shown her mercy, when it would have been easier to kill her and walk away victorious. The boy had shown kindness in an unkind situation. He had gone against every belief instilled in him to spare her life—to save her—to give her mercy.
The Jedi were supposed to be kind, merciful, and compassionate. So why did she have to fight someone who had been all those things? So he wasn’t a Jedi . . . he was a sith. But just because he stood on the wrong side that made him guilty to be murdered?
“Kaoru,” Astrid whispered, though she had not used someone’s name in years, “it is him.” Him—the boy who made every ounce of Astrid’s not inconsiderable thinking and knowledge—disproven of the sith and their kind.
Her voice showed an incredible amount of emotion that she had not dared to show in a long, long time. The most of these being fear—she did not want to fight this boy because she did not want to win. She would rather die than kill this boy—because he had let her live.
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Kendalia shoved Arienna to the side just as rocks were tossed down upon them. Rolling to her feet, she ignited her lightsaber and glanced at Cla’Tal to make sure he was okay before glaring up at whatever had pushed the rocks at them.
“Leaving so soon? The party hasn’t even started yet,” a boy cockily said, stepping out into sight.
Kendalia raised an eyebrow. “Sith must seriously be deprived of parties,” she grumbled. “But what I’m wondering is . . . how stupid are you that you’re challenging three of us. Grant it, she’s a princess, he’s a dreamer, and I’m arrogant, but still . . . three to one? That’s not very fair.”
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Post by Stella on Oct 4, 2012 16:53:21 GMT -5
Finn kept a watch over the door and down the hall as Sarahi and Trent attempted to find information on who, or what, was watching them, and any ways out. But Finn knew they wouldn't find an escape. That would be too easy-- this whole mission had turned out to be a trap.
It made him wonder if the Masters had been a part of planning it. Had his current Master helped get him trapped and killed? It honestly wouldn't have surprised him. He had never had good luck with Masters, as they all got rid of him at some point, and they all claimed that was because of his supsicious nature.
But was it wrong to be suspicious? Of the Jedi, of the Sith, of everything? Finn saw no harm in it, and so he continued to survey the dark hallway with a suspicious eye.
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Arienna gulped as Kendalia began speaking.
"Sith must seriously be deprived of parties," she grumbled, matching the newcomer's smirk. "But what I'm wondering is . . . how stupid are you that you're challenging three of us? Grant it, she's a princess, he's a dreamer, and I'm arrogant, but still . . . three to one? That's not very fair."
Arienna had felt the fact that there was more than one the moment this scary-looking boy had arrived. She felt like grabbing Kendalia's arm and telling her to hush up-- for threats would only sink them deeper into the grave.
"Oh, you see," the Sith padawan held up his arms with a smirk. "I'm not alone."
At that moment, a second padawan stepped out of the darkness, making the room turn suddenly colder. Arienna slowly reached for her lightsaber, knowing what was coming. She knew the battle that would ensue this discussion would not be pretty. She wished she could talk her way out of it-- but not this time. This time she would have to fight.
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Jauché felt the familiar, cold grip of fear and anger as he hid in the shadows and watched the two Jedi padawans. They reminded him of that one dreadful day-- the day everything was taken away from him. By a Jedi. It was a Jedi who had taken his family and scarred him.
Anger was not so strong, however, as the fear that made his body tremble. No matter how prejudiced or bitter he was towards the Jedi-- was it really worth killing them? Did more blood have to be shed? Was vengeance the correct answer? Jauché took a deep breath. He had always been unsure what to do. He was still unsure.
And when he heard the girl Padawan speak-- it only made him more conflicted. Her voice was so soft, so gentle, so pure. How could he destroy that voice?
Jauché pulled his attention away from the girl and back to the tall, strong-looking boy who was staring straight at him; they could see him now. Jauché knew there was no turning back.
Slowly, he shakingly pulled his lightsaber out and ignited it, the red beam hitting the darkness with a foul vibration of light and feeling. No turning back, he told himself, a Sith must do what they must do.
"It doesn't have to be this way," Jauché whispered, though he knew the other boy heard. "If you give yourselves to my master, he will let you live." I don't want to kill you. . .
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Post by Sarahi Leor Qui on Oct 11, 2012 1:48:41 GMT -5
“Yes, ma’am,” Trent replied.
Sarahi wouldn't ever admit it, but she liked Trent. He was very...well...likable in the sense that he knew boundaries...most of the time. She felt normal around Trent, which was a new sensation. Of course, it was ruined whenever Finn sent her a disgusted, 'I wouldn't mind if you were dead' look. She wouldn't be surprised if he was the cause of this all. She stopped herself. No, he was too attached to the girl she had accidentally flipped over her shoulder to put her in any danger. Finn probably had a secret inferiority complex, she concluded.
"Any luck with the map?" she asked.
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“Kaoru,” Astrid whispered in a voice that was cautious and uncertain, “it is him.”
"It doesn't have to be this way," Kaoru barely caught what the boy had said, but he had heard it. "If you give yourselves to my master, he will let you live."
Like I haven't heard that one before. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and then attack with everything he had. Something was...off about this Sith. If was as if he were unsure of what to do with the power that he had.
"Reluctance is death, padawan." His master's voice rang in his ears. His right eye twitched in replacement of a full-body cringe. The voice grated on his mind like nails across metal.
"You're outnumbered," Kaoru shifted his grip on his lightsaber, "why should we surrender?" At this point, Kaoru was perfectly fine with drawing out a long conversation. It may give them a chance to wait for the others to catch up or find them. If there were more than the two of them, the sith would probably flee. That, or he would release catastrophic power and destroy them all in one foul swoop. Sith were actors, they would make you think that they had lost, and then they would turn around and...he thought of Sarahi.
Foul play, that's what left her the way she was. Bitter and misunderstood she walked through the halls quietly disgusted with life and the hand that she had been dealt. Sarahi and him shared many personality traits, yet Kaoru knew one thing that he did not, mercy. Any form of mercy had been stripped from her the day a sith decided to go against his word and try and murder her after she had beaten him.
If they took this sith captive, and if they met up with the others, it would take everything in Kaoru's power to keep Sarahi from ripping the boy to shreds with her bare hands (which he believed she could do it, given the chance). There was one thing that he could do.
"Astrid, your call." Kaoru lowered his lightsaber slightly, and glanced back at her, "What do we do?"
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“Sith must seriously be deprived of parties,” Kendalia moaned, “But what I’m wondering is . . . how stupid are you that you’re challenging three of us. Grant it, she’s a princess, he’s a dreamer, and I’m arrogant, but still . . . three to one? That’s not very fair.”
"Oh, you see," the Sith padawan held up his arms with a smirk. "I'm not alone."
Cla'Tal thought for a moment, studying the two sith. They couldn't have been older than he was. "So, which one of you is the master? And which one is the apprentice?" He scratched his head and looked up. "Unless, you are a sith supremacy club." He snapped his fingers. "No! You both are the leaders of the sith fan club!" He grinned, despite the fact that he was about to wet his pants. Sith! Actual sith! He didn't think that he'd ever see one like Sarahi and Kaoru did. Though something about them was surprisingly frightening, he didn't feel like they were that much of a threat.
"So, what's our plan of attack?" He said to Kendalia. "You take them both out while Arienna and I sit back and drink fruit smoothies with the little umbrellas in them?"
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Post by Kendalia Jaden Uka on Oct 12, 2012 14:07:33 GMT -5
“Any luck with the map?”
Trent looked up at Sarahi, smiling. “No, well, kind of, but not really.” Finn gave him a sour look, so he explained his answer. “Well, I found map, but I don’t think it’s the map to the entire temple. From the looks of it, it’s just a kind of ‘You Are Here’ map, not a ‘You Should Go Here’ map. It looks like there’s a doorway over there,” Trent pointed, “Have a look for yourself, Sarahi.” Trent gestured towards the computer and stepped away to give her space.
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"Astrid, your call." Kaoru lowered his lightsaber slightly, and glanced back at her, "What do we do?"
Those were the worst words Astrid had ever heard. Why had Kaoru put this in her charge. She wasn’t a leader! She wasn’t even very old! She was going to be fifteen years old in a couple days, but that’s it! She wasn’t born to lead! What was Kaoru doing? What was he thinking?
Looking at the sith boy in front of her, their eyes met and she gave him a look that would have made anyone understand the turmoil she was in. Her eyes were sad, so sad, they looked near tears.
I do not want to hurt this boy. I do not want this boy to die. I care for him as he cares for me. Why must I be the one to decide? Why can Kaoru not lead? Astrid thought before a stronger voice entered her mind. You can save him . . . you have two choices. You can fight him, and Kaoru will win. Or you can suggest to take him captive and he will not be harmed. You know what you must do.
Astrid swallowed hard, but straightened, her eyes becoming completely shielded from emotion, like always. She stepped bravely in front of Kaoru, despite her feeling the boy resist the urge to keep her behind him. Then, she stepped towards the other boy—and extinguished her lightsaber, dropping it to the ground. Someone might have said something, but she didn’t hear it. Instead, she stepped carefully closer and closer to the other boy, until she was at his lightsaber. There, she reached up and hesitantly slipped her hood from her head so that he could see her face perfectly.
“You will not kill me,” Astrid said, her voice soft. “We are going to take you in to our charge and you are going to lead us out, else . . . you will die.” There was no Force in what she said, it wasn’t a mind trick, the boy wouldn’t have been affected anyway. She couldn’t believe what she was doing, putting faith in the boy. She felt like crying, telling him she was doing this to save him, not to test him and hurt him.
She did not know what his reaction would be. She did not know whether he would run, surrender, or push his blade a couple inches forward and kill her. If he ran, they would follow him. If he killed her—Kaoru would not let him live. But if he surrendered . . . only then would he live and be safe—only then would they both be safe.
“Please,” Astrid whispered, holding out a pair of binds. Her whisper was so soft, it was unlikely that Kaoru could hear it. But there was something different in her voice--it trembled with a certain desperation, a mix between fear and hope. “Please . . . trust me as I am trusting you.”
Faith. She used to never put faith in anyone. And now, she realized, the first person she had trusted since her brother—was this boy.
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"You take them both out while Arienna and I sit back and drink fruit smoothies with the little umbrellas in them?"
“Very funny, Smiley,” Kendalia said with sarcasm, though she was slightly amused. “But I left the umbrellas at home. So I guess you take one and I take one. The princess can watch and shout orders. Got it, Arienna? I don’t want you in this one. The last thing I want is you getting hurt. Cla’Tal can laugh it off, but you? I worry about you. Stick to the shadows. You’re choice, Smiley, you want the quiet one or the one with the fat mouth?”
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Post by Stella on Oct 16, 2012 1:55:28 GMT -5
"The princess can watch and shout orders. Got it, Arienna? I don't want you in this one. The last thing I want is you getting hurt. Cla'Tal can laugh it off, but you? I worry about you. Stick to the shadows. You're choice, Smiley, you want the quiet one or the one with the fat mouth?"
Arienna would have had no problem following Kendalia's orders and staying out of this fight, if not for the sinking suspicion in her belly that told her she was supposed to fight-- and she was supposed to lose.
But why? Why would she feel that way? How could she look at these Sith apprentices and see her own death?
For a moment she wondered if the Force was speaking to her, and Arienna decided to let her senses flow and let her feelings go. If this was was what the Force demanded-- a sacrifice-- then that is what it would get.
She would just have to accept that.
"Kendalia," she whispered softly. "I don't think you should be making such accusations. They don't actually look like the partying type."
Kendalia began to roll her eyes, when at that moment the two Sith leapt into the air and swooped down on the three Jedi padawans like birds zeroing in on their prey. They swung their lightsabers beneath them as they landed, forcing the Jedi to lift their over their heads to protect themselves. When the Sith landed-- the battle had begun.
The Sith moved with power and precision. Arienna could barely keep track of them. The Sith Padawan that had spoken to them was the faster of the two-- taking on Ari and Kendalia at the same time. He seemed to have no trouble doing so, and Arienna began to understand how it was she could see her own death awaiting her on the end of his blade.
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Jauché breathed in slowly when the girl, Astrid was her name, looked him in the eyes.
She looks afraid. . . and sad. What is she thinking? Is she planning to kill me? Should I not have let her live? No. . . no, I'm glad I did. Because I don't feel guilty. I'm glad I let her live. But for how long will she be alive? If she attacks me-- I have to fight back. I have to fight both of them, that is what Master wants. He wants me to do this. He needs me to do this. How else will I play my part in balancing the universe? The Jedi killed my entire family, that makes them evil. Doesn't it? Is it possible that that was simply one? No, Master has told me stories.
But what if that was all they were-- stories? What if there are Jedi like this girl. . . like Astrid. . . who don't want to kill?
Astrid began to advance slowly towards him, and Jauché felt his heart beat quicken with a dose of adrenaline. He found that he could not move-- no matter how hard he tried. His feet would not move and his eyes were locked on this little Mirialan girl.
Suddenly, she did something that made his heart stop. She extinguished her lightsaber. . . and let it fall to the ground.
Jauché glanced down at the weapon and then back up at her, not forgetting about the fact that she could use the Force to call it to her hands, realizing how close she was to his lightsaber. Her belly was only inches away from his blade. Oh, how easy it would be to merely take a step forward and tilt his wrist up a little bit-- and that would be all it would take to kill her.
It would be so easy. Then why was he having such a hard time?
Jauché felt his lips pull into a tight line when Astrid pulled down her hood to reveal her face. He could see it perfectly for the first time-- and was awed for a moment by how beautiful she was.
Beauty is fleeting, his Master had told him once, but power lasts forever.
"You will not kill me," Astrid said, her voice very soft. This was the first time she had spoken to him. "We are going to take you in to our charge and you are going to lead us out, else . . . you will die." It wasn't a threat-- just a statement. She continued, in a much softer and more delicate voice. "Please," she whispered, and held out a pair of binds in one hand, "please-- trust me as I am trusting you."
She was trusting him, wasn't she? Trusting him not to kill her. Trusting him to do the right thing. But what was the right thing? These two were on opposite sides of the Force-- enemies. So how could they trust each other? How could they expect one another to do the 'right' thing? What even was the right thing to do?
Should he run? He could go fast enough-- he could get away. Of course they would pursue him, but he knew the shadows better than they did. He could shove the lightsaber into Astrid's stomach and then fight the other boy-- though that meant certain death for both him and Astrid. So, the only other option was to turn himself over.
It may just have been the solution he was looking for. Jauché didn't want anyone to get hurt. He didn't want these Jedi padawans to be slaughtered and he didn't want the Sith padawans, his friends, to be killed, either. So maybe, just maybe, by giving himself over to the Jedi-- he could save all of their lives. He could get the padawans out of the temple safely, and away from his Master, who was insistent upon harming them. He could get the padawans away from his friends-- so that they could not hurt each other.
And that would also mean he would protect Astrid. There was something inside of him, something strange, that wanted to keep her safe. He wanted to protect her.
And this was the only way to do that.
Slowly, Jauché deactivated his lightsaber, keeping his gaze on Astrid. He cautiously hooked his lightsaber onto his belt and reached up, pulling the hood off of his own face and revealing it to both Astrid and her Jedi friend.
He swallowed hard before holding out his wrists. "I will get you out of here, as long as you promise," he was looking directly into Astrid's eyes, as if saying he would only accept her promise, "that you will not harm the other Sith, and that you will leave this planet once you are out of the temple." For some reason, it hurt to think about Astrid leaving. "Just promise me no one will get hurt."
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Oh my goodness! I must say I love Astrid and Jauché. So cute. So! Very, very soon-- we shall kill Arienna. Finn will feel this and will be so fueled by desperation and rage that he'll know exactly where to go to regroup with Cla'Tal and Kendalia. He'll be kind of, just a little, upset about seeing Ari's dead body. That way, when Astrid and Kaoru regroup with everyone holding a Sith hostage . . . he won't be planning good things. He and Sarahi should then unleash their anger on Jauché, kind of teaming up against him and beating him up or worse. Feel free to break some bones or whatever. Jauché will then be thinking that all Jedi are this way. (Except for Astrid. . .) Ideas? Yay or nay?
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Post by Kendalia Jaden Uka on Oct 16, 2012 14:36:13 GMT -5
Kendalia had to roll out of the way before the Sith apprentice landed flat on top of her. But she was on her feet in a flash—she had to be. This boy fighting her had more speed that most. She dodged his attacks left and right before stealing a glance at the other one to see he was fighting Arienna.
“Cla’Tal! What on Coruscant are you doing? Taking a nap?” she snapped as she ducked and thrust her lightsaber forward into her opponent’s leg, skimming it briefly before he swung his hand down and hit her jaw with such force, she whimpered and backed away. “Get to Arienna!” she commanded him, before attacking her attacker again.
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Astrid found that she wasn’t breathing. Was she scared? Yes, she admitted, she was very scared.
But then she allowed a short breath of relief as the lightsaber retracted back into it’s hilt and the boy clipped it to his belt. Then, he too reached up and pulled the hood from his head, almost making Astrid take a step back in surprise.
The boy . . . was not evil looking at all. He looked so innocent—so caring, that Astrid felt an alien shiver run down her spine that she couldn’t explain. Instead of stepping back, she felt pulled forward by something . . . something new that Astrid had never felt before. But there was another pull keeping her away. The protective pull of Kaoru. She felt it and it gave her confidence and instilled in her who she was.
When the boy put out his wrists, Astrid hesitantly looked down at the binds in her hands, wondering why such a sweet-looking boy really needed them. “I will get you out of here, as long as you promise,” the boy looked straight into her eyes. This deal was strictly between her and him. “That you will not harm the other Sith, and that you will leave this planet once you are out of the temple. Just promise me no one will get hurt.”
Astrid stared at him before whispering. “You have my word or my life, no one will be harmed by my hand. If we hurry, no one will get hurt. I will try with my life to save others from harm,” she said, her voice barely cutting through the air. By ‘save others’ she knew what she really meant.
Save him.
Why was she feeling to attached to the boy? He had only not killed her! He had fought her and they were enemies! So why was she trusting him?
Why was he trusting her?
Gently, Astrid took the binds and tried not to touch the boy as she fastened the binds around his hands. However, she had to take on of his hands at one point and tried to look past it, even though it made her breathing escalate. When was the last time a Jedi had taken hold of a Sith’s hand when the Sith wasn’t dead? When was the last time there was trust like this?
Quickly letting go, Astrid turned around so that Kaoru could see what had happened, that the boy was now cuffed.
“He has agreed,” Astrid said, nearly trembling with hope that Kaoru would take it from her hands. “What should we do?”
........................................................... Yes, Astrid and Jauché are super adorable. I love your idea. It's a big Yay from me. I was also thinking, our characters should have a bit of a rest after they get back together. I mean, I would be exhausted at this point and plus, after Sarahi and Finn . . . unleash anger, Astrid should totally have an opportunity to treat his wounds (and begin to actually fall in love with him.). Yay or Nay?
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Post by Sarahi Leor Qui on Oct 22, 2012 0:04:25 GMT -5
Trent looked up at her with that stupid smile on his face. “No, well, kind of, but not really.” He replied before going into an explanation. “Well, I found map, but I don’t think it’s the map to the entire temple. From the looks of it, it’s just a kind of ‘You Are Here’ map, not a ‘You Should Go Here’ map. It looks like there’s a doorway over there,” he pointed, “Have a look for yourself, Sarahi.”
She walked over and took his place. Sarahi turned her head back and forth trying to study the entire map. When they made holo-tables, they never took half-blind, short padawans into consideration. She cursed holo-table makers in Mandalorian and studied the map for a moment more. "I think that we should---" She froze, listening and feeling. Something was wrong..terribly wrong. They weren't in any immediate danger, but their friends were. She focused her thoughts on Kaoru; he was fine and a little confused. Cla'Tal was nervous, excited, tired, a bunch of emotions all piled into one body. The idiot...
"I'm sorry...I have to..." She closed her eyes and tunneled her mind toward Cla'Tal and the people he was with. She had to help somehow. Solus. 'Alone' she thought. Kyr. End. Kyr'am. Death. She repeated them again to their enemies, hoping it would cause them to falter.
Finally, she stopped, exhausted. She need sleep and soon. They would all need sleep sooner or later.
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Kaoru had never been quick to judge, but this time, he thought Astrid had gone off the deep end. Every once of him wanted to object, however he had let her decide what to do. If anything went wrong, he'd cut the boy in two with one swoop of his lightsaber. Though within a moment's notice, the boy agreed to being cuffed and would help them out of the temple in exchange for his life. “He has agreed,” Astrid said, “What should we do?”
Kaoru was too shocked to really answer, but he didn't show it. He pretended to think about what they should do so he could sort his thoughts out. This was too crazy, he had half expected to be slashing away at the moment. He allowed himself to let out a long sigh. His eyebrows furrowed together in true thought and he made a decision. "We need to find the others..." He looked to the sith boy, "I'm assuming you know how to get around the temple?"
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Cla'Tal was down on his luck. His ability to be in two places at once had failed him and now he was in a predicament. He was barely managing to fight this one sith when Kendalia yelled at him. “Cla’Tal! What on Coruscant are you doing? Taking a nap? Get to Arienna!”
"I'm a little busy at the moment!" He was starting to freak out. How could he protect Arienna from the other sith if this sith was still alive?! He blocked and attack and slash at his opponent. Sarahi would have finished this guy before he had even had a chance to speak. Kaoru would have finished him soon after. Cla'Tal suddenly felt incompetent compared to them and everyone else. He wasn't meant for this close combat. He wasn't meant to fight.
By some miracle the sith faltered, a baffled look spreading across his face. Cla'Tal took the moment to throw a punch, and when the sith when to block, Cla'Tal faked him out and shoved his lightsaber right through the lower chest. The sith looked at him with a surprised look, and then fell over stone cold dead.
He turned to Arienna and the world slowed. Kendalia was recovering from a hit and the sith had moved onto Arienna. In one smooth motion he jumped behind her and his blade ran through her back and out her chest. He let her drop and turned to him. The world sped up again and Cla'Tal let out a yell and attacked. Kendalia joined him within a second and together they fended off the last sith. Wounded and battered his pushed them back with the Force and fled into the shadows.
He rushed to Arienna examining her wound. It was bad, really bad. Cla'Tal focused the Force onto her wound and begged for her to hold on, but the life was leaving her with each second that passed. By the time the would even started to mend, the life had left her completely. "She's gone..." Cla'Tal bit his lip and blinked away his tears. "She's gone."
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Stella, let me know if you want Arienna to say anything before she dies and I'll edit it. I'm okay with your plan, though it really isn't in Sarahi's character to attack and unarmed person, even though she's a sith-hating Mandalorian. I'll figure it out though. Go for it.
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Post by Kendalia Jaden Uka on Oct 23, 2012 22:33:53 GMT -5
"I'm sorry...I have to..."
Trent studied Sarahi blankly. Have to what? Girls—they always expected you to know the entirety of what they said without actually entirely saying it. How on Coruscant was he supposed to guess with ‘I have to’? I have to what?
It was several seconds later that Sarahi seemed to snap out of her trance and Trent immediately saw her eyes flicker with pure exhaustion. “Hey,” he said softly, “you okay?”
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"We need to find the others..." Kaoru said, looking to the boy, "I'm assuming you know how to get around the temple?"
Astrid, who was by Kaoru’s side by this point, kept her eyes away from the boy. She suddenly felt ashamed, as though she had wronged the boy somehow. But no, this was right. She had to trust that this boy would help them and Kaoru was in charge now.
Everything would be okay.
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"I'm a little busy at the moment!"
Kendalia rolled her eyes and spun her lightsaber with impressive precisian, blocking all of the sith’s blocks until he dropped a fist low and nailed Kendalia in the jaw. She cried out and fell backwards, expecting the sith to kill her, but instead, he saw an easier target—and leapt for her.
“No!” Kendalia cried, reaching out and leaping to her feet. But Arienna was down and Kendalia spun into the battle with new vigor, cutting down the sith with Cla’Tal in mere seconds.
Then they both rushed to Arienna’s side and Kendalia lifted the girl’s head into her hands.
“Arienna,” Kendalia whispered as Cla’Tal tried to heal her. They both knew what was happening, but neither accepted it. “It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s alright. You’re going to be fine. You’ll be fine, Arienna.”
Kendalia could feel the fear in Arienna of different things—death, never seeing Finn again, and losing life. I’ll take care of Finn, Kendalia promised into the girl’s fading mind.
“She’s gone,” Cla’Tal’s voice was soft as he blinked away tears, his hands still on her wound, “She’s gone.”
Kendalia stared at the lifeless eyes of Arienna and felt emotion overwhelm her. Out of all the people, the kindest, most innocent shouldn’t have died. Reaching forward, Kendalia closed the girl’s eyes and sniffed away the urge to cry. Reaching out, Kendalia found Cla’Tal’s hand and leaned her head forward, against his shoulder, trying not to cry, though she found it was inevitable as they stared at her lifeless body.
“I’m sorry,” Kendalia whispered, both to Cla’Tal and Arienna. “This shouldn’t have happened.”
The truth is what really made Kendalia apologize. The sith that had killed Arienna—was the one Kendalia had been fighting.
It was Kendalia’s fault.
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Post by Stella on Oct 25, 2012 19:34:17 GMT -5
Finn had listening for anything that might give him a clue as to where the other padawans were-- but nothing came for several minutes. The air and the Force were silent.
But then the most horrifying sound hit his soul-- the sound of Arienna's cries.
Her cries of fear and pain.
Finn, he gasped upon hearing her voice in his mind, This isn't the end-- I promise you. I'll try not to be scared-- because I know I'll see you again.
Finn's eyes widened and he suddenly felt the emptiness-- the hollowness-- of her soul missing from his own. There was a hole in the Force-- there was a hole inside of him. It was so sudden-- so real. It brought tears to his eyes and an overwhelming sorrow into his soul. He understood everything. . . but didn't want to.
Arienna was dead.
"No," he whispered, his knees so weak he fell to the floor and gasped for breath. Dead? How. . . how could she be dead? She was dead! His Arienna! The only creature in all the universe that had loved him. The most beautiful, innocent girl in all the worlds had faded into the force. But how could such a vibrant life simply fade? No-- she hadn't faded away.
She had been murdered.
A yellow gleam glinted across Finn's normally green eyes and he looked up with a savage hatred in them. He felt his soul breaking beneath him, making him let out an inhuman scream of anger. "No!" he screamed again, leaping to his feet as the walls trembled from his wrath. He took off down the hallway he could feel the last remnants of Arienna coming from-- the walls that were in his way shattering before him.
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Jauché thought for a moment when the older boy spoke to him. He was going against everything he had been taught to help them. It felt so wrong. And yet. . . something about it. . . felt so right.
"Yes, I know how to navigate my way through the temple," he whispered, tentatively taking the lead. "You want to get to the other Jedi padawans, I suppose. My master trapped all of you in a sequence of tunnels that adjoin together near the middle. You are very close to the center. I will lead you there." His voice was soft, his footsteps softer. He silently lead them through the darkness, leaving the small rays of light in the room behind them, to enter the blackness of the tunnels. He quickly made his way forward, turning at the appropriate places, making sure to be only a little ahead of his new companions.
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Arienna saw her entire life flash before her eyes in a series of frightening blips the moment the burning blade was shoved through her chest. It felt like. . . well, like her chest was burning. On fire. Her heart felt split-- literally. Her back felt torn upon and her chest felt as though it would fall into pieces. Her limbs weren't numb-- they tingled with pain. Her lightsaber slipped through her fingers and clattered to the floor. But the noise was no where in her mind, all noise was gone. The only thing she heard was the lack of her own heartbeat, the lack of her own breath, the lack of thoughts in her mind.
Until, however, the blade was brutally ripped out, and she was shoved to her knees. Her body hit the ground, and she began to breath. Simple gasps for air, trying to suck in the sweet life-giving substance that was passing straight through her damadged lungs. She felt as though she was a skeleton. She felt as though her skin was melting off of her, like her insides were disintegrating within her. And her mind. . . her mind was only thinking of one thing.
Finn.
He was her best friend. Her only friend, really. She loved him. He meant so much to her. She still had so much to say to him, to tell him. She had to tell him that he had the potential to be the greatest Jedi the galaxy had ever known. She had to tell him to be strong. She had to tell him to let go of his anger. She had to tell him that she wasn't going to be afraid anymore, and that she dearly loved him.
But her mind was not strong enough. It formed words, though she could not speak them, she could not even concentrate on them enough to know if they were her own words. She prayed that Finn could hear her anyway.
There were hands grasping at her. She felt herself involuntarily shudder in pain as something touched her wound. Was her murderer back to finish the job? She focused her blood-red vision on the figures over her. She could say nothing to them, merely stare. She prayed that it was Cla'Tal and Kendalia, though she could not see them properly. She could only hope that they could see her. She hoped that they could understand what she was silently trying to say.
Then there came a light in her eyes, one that blocked out the dark figures over her and enveloped her mind. She felt the pain leave her body. She knew her last seconds were upon her, and she took one more breath-- though it was shallow and weak-- of this world's air.
Then she knew she was gone.
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Wow, that was actually really sad for me to write. Haha. Like. . . yeah. Wow. Wasn't expecting that reaction to a character I didn't like *wipes tear and sniffs* Yeah, Finn's wrath can certainly carry him to doing the job himself, if Sarahi's not that type. He can handle that himself.
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Post by Sarahi Leor Qui on Oct 26, 2012 3:54:52 GMT -5
A tremor in the Force. Sarahi had felt something like it before, but not on the scale she was feeling it now. Finn went into a fit of rage, and then she knew. She knew, but wasn't sure if she could believe it.
A surge of power flew through the air. Finn was tearing down walls faster and at a larger scale she could never achieve at this point in her life. He was strong, to be sure, but this strong? Something had to be off besides the rage monster tearing down walls thing. Finn disappeared, but everything still shook as he ripped through wall after wall until finally it stopped.
Sarahi took a step forward, though her legs felt like rubber. With each step she took, she lost her breath. Please, don't let it be this. Let me be wrong. She pleaded, even though she knew what the Force told her was true. She walked like the living dead after Finn. All the walls that he had torn down lead to a room. With the walls crumbled into tiny bits of stone, they were now connected to the central room. Finn and three members of their group were there. Or...two members.
Sarahi caught herself on the wall. She could handle the death of mindless monster out for her blood. It was self defense. It was the way of the Mandalorian not to care about the lives that were taken. Yet, that was the one thing that separated Sarahi from her people. The Mandalorians were warriors, they didn't mind killing others. Sarahi on the other hand, knew there was a difference. Life was precious and only given to too few in the universe. To take a life that hadn't started...to take a life that didn't need to be taken...Sarahi could never do that. She could never kill so carelessly.
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Kaoru threw his hood up over his head before anyone could see the expression that fell upon his face. The Force told him so much...too much. He held his breath, secretly knowing what had happened. His heart throbbed with a familiar pain that threatened to take hold of his body and shake it.
"Master...Master! Please Master! Get up! Get up, Master! Get up. Master? Master?! No! Ma---"
Kaoru shut the memory off before it could go any further. He locked it away, somewhere deep where it couldn't haunt him while he was awake. He let out a long sigh to make that feeling go away. To make the feeling of death go away.
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Cla'Tal had never felt so numb before. He stared down at Arienna, he head still cradled on his lap. His hand lay over her wound, he couldn't bring himself to unveil the hole in her chest. What could he do but sit there? Why did it have to be her? How come they couldn't have all gotten out of there safely. It was supposed to be a training exercise! Nobody was supposed to die!
Someone grabbed his hand. He looked over just as Kendalia rested her forehead on his shoulder. He stared at her, still numb. “I’m sorry,” Kendalia whispered to him. “This shouldn't have happened.”
He flinched when the walls exploded. There stood Finn, out of breath, angry, and more notably, in distraught. Cla'Tal couldn't say anything. What could he say? I couldn't protect her.... He could say that. He looked up at Kendalia and knew that she was beating herself up mentally.
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"Interesting..." He stared at the screen with interested eyes. While he wannabe-apprentices had failed him, they had succeed in one thing, breaking the spirits of the padawans. Instead of having to kill three of them, one only had to be killed. He lost one assassin in the process, and the other had disappeared, but then...
"My master." A weak voice behind him.
He stood up from his chair and looked down at the young Zabrak boy who had tried the hardest to please him....only to fail. The boy was wounded,and wouldn't recover for a while. What a waste. He thought.
"I managed to kill one of them, but---"
"You didn't finish the job." He said quietly. "I'm not fond of failure."
"It will not happen again, my Master. I promise you this."
"No, it won't happened again." He picked the boy up with the Dark Force and watched as he struggled for his life. To see someone fight so pointlessly even though they were going to die, it was too much. Too much fun. He threw his red gleaming lightsaber at the boy and then let him drop to the ground in a crumpled, awkward position. "I hate failure."
He looked at the screens and smiled. Despite the failure of the three apprentices, or assassins, (whatever they were called these days) there was a small glimmer of something great. "That boy..." He smirked, "May be very beneficial to my cause. Let's see what it takes for him to get here." He sat back down in his chair and watched as the next few pitiful scenes played out. Jedi were weak, and their padawans.... weaker.
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Post by Kendalia Jaden Uka on Oct 26, 2012 22:10:37 GMT -5
Trent let out a gasp when he saw what had taken place. The jokes were over and this had gotten serious. Following a psychotic Finn, Sarahi and Trent had ended up in a room that seemed to be the “main” room. Kendalia was leaning on Cla’Tal, holding back tears, and Cla’Tal seemed to be crying and on the ground—Arienna—dead.
Trent hated death. It made him angry, which was almost impressive, as almost anything had failed to make him angry. But death? Death made him very mad and death of one so . . . so young and little—was even worse. But his anger was different than most—he didn’t yell and scream, he didn’t shake with rage—he just froze.
Trent froze with no expression, no body language—just nothing. He couldn’t take it. It was so unreal and so heartwrenching, he had to look the other way and sit on the ground, plug his ears, and concentrate on breathing and he did so silently.
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When they arrived where the others all seemed to be, Astrid was hit with a feeling of pain and death. She gave a small gasp when she saw the two bodies on the ground. One from each side—a life for a life with nothing more accomplished than death.
They were too late.
Astrid had broken her promise already and for it, she would be hated for eternity by the boy that she vowed to save.
Arienna was dead as was another boy who looked a whole lot more innocent than he had probably looked when he was living. They always did—innocence seemed to return to them in their last moments unless they were made from pure evil. But they weren’t made from pure evil—there had been innocence in the boy—and now he was dead.
The boy’s response was silence and for it, Astrid wanted to scream. She knew he was angry, she knew it. But she wasn’t the leader—she never was supposed to be. Looking to Kaoru, Astrid silently begged him for some sign of leadership.
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Kendalia could feel the anger coming from Finn in waves. She didn’t want to look at him and admit her guilt—but it was the only thing she could do, otherwise he might blame Cla’Tal and he didn’t deserve any wrath for this. Forcing her eyes up to Finn, Kendalia allowed two tears to slip down her face.
“I’m sorry, Finn,” she whispered, trying to hold herself together. “I’m so sorry.”
With that, she forced herself to her feet and looked to the ground, sniffing as the tears dropped to the dirt and she waited for any punishment that he would give her. It was okay—she could take it, and she knew he needed to take it out on someone.
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Post by Stella on Nov 15, 2012 17:25:18 GMT -5
When Jauché entererd the room where the other Jedi padawans were, he felt a tangle of fear, pain, and suffering twisting in his heart. At first he didn't understand it completely, but as he stepped into the light. . . he saw what had taken place.
The Jedi were huddled around a body-- a dead body-- of another Jedi padawan, sniffing away tears and trying their best to keep strong. There were five of them in total, not counting Kaoru and Astrid, all staring at the padawan's lifeless body on the floor. Jauché felt a twinge of pain in his heart for the girl-- she looked so young and sweet. This wasn't how he wanted things to turn out! He didn't want anyone to die!
Then his eye caught on the second body in the room. It was a boy, a little older than Jauché. He had been stabbed through the chest, the hole still smoking subtly. Jauché immediately recognized him and felt more weight and sadness on his shoulders-- this one was a Sith. This one was one of the padawans he had trained with, he knew him by name. . . he was Jauché's friend.
But now two padawans were dead. And what was to show for it? Jauché felt torn between anger at his own side, for killing the Jedi girl, and anger at the Jedi, for killing his friend.
"The Jedi are killers. They are all killers."
His Master's voice echoed in his mind, and for a moment, he believed it. But then he felt Astrid's presence beside him-- and he looked to the ground. Not Astrid. She's not a killer.
Jauché chose to remain silent, contemplating whether or not he really wanted the help the Jedi or not. He decided that, yes, he would . . . for Astrid's sake, he would. He would still help them.
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When Finn reached Arienna's body, he fell to his knees beside her. He was breathing hard and his hands shook violently as he gently lifted her lifeless body into his arms.
"No," he whispered, sorrow enveloping his anger as he held her close to him. "No, no . . . Ari. . ." He gently brushed the hair aside from her forehead, staring over her pale, lifeless face. She looked peaceful, happy, even-- but the gaping hole in her chest suggested otherwise. She had been murdered. Murdered by the Sith.
But could anyone have saved her? There had been two other padawans in this room-- could neither of them have saved her?! Couldn't they have healed her, or protected her from getting stabbed in the first place? Finn's anger became to surface again, taking over his sorrow.
"I'm sorry, Finn," there came a voice in front of him, and he looked up a little to see Kendalia as tears slipped down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry."
She very well should have been sorry. She should have saved Arienna! She could have! But she hadn't-- she had let Ari die.
However, Finn's attention faded away from Kendalia-- he was looking over her shoulder. There was a figure a few feet behind her, bound and meek-looking, cloaked and dark. . . a Sith. It was obvious-- the dark force hung onto his cloak like a the wretched stench of evil.
Finn's breath grew quicker as his eyes narrowed dangerously and suddenly-- he dropped Arienna's body. He stepped over her and shoved past Kendalia with no mercy, moving quickly to his target. His strides grew in anger, and he was beside the Sith in the blink of an eye. Finn's hand shot out and he grabbed the Sith by the throat, so hard that Jauché made a gasping sound. Finn yelled and lifted the short boy into the air, slamming him against a wall so hard that it splintered. Jauché sputtered and clutched at the hand gripping his throat, his eyes meeting Finn's.
Jauché began to wonder just how wrong he had been about the Jedi, yet again, as Finn's hand tightened more and more around his throat, choking him. Would he die because of his foolish mistake-- to trust?
"Stop!"
His vision was growing blurry, but he knew by the sound of her soft and mellow voice, that it was Astrid.
Finn turned a malevolent glare on Astrid, who had stepped up beside him boldly. In his eyes was only the deep hatred he had for her Sith-- the anger at the ones who had murdered Arienna.
"Give me one reason I shouldn't snap his neck right this instant," Finn seethed.
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Yikes. Finn is mad. He's gonna beat up Jauché anyway in the next post. Poor little Sith.
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Post by Kendalia Jaden Uka on Nov 15, 2012 23:14:21 GMT -5
"Give me one reason I shouldn't snap his neck right this instant," Finn seethed.
Astrid could feel the fear coming from the boy and the anger coming from Finn. “Because it would be wrong,” Astrid answered, her voice soft and weak compared to Finn. “This boy did not harm Arienna—he has not harmed any of us,” she said, kindly overlooking the fact that he had injured her. “It is against the Jedi way, Finn. Think of the boy, he is weaponless and he is defenseless, his hands are bound.”
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Trent got up when he heard Finn and frowned, going to Sarahi. “Hey, since when did the green one talk? And aside from that, who’s the boy she’s got is that a . . . is that a sith apprentice?”
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Post by Sarahi Leor Qui on Nov 16, 2012 4:11:04 GMT -5
Kaoru barely had time to react as Finn grabbed the young Sith's throat. Kaoru's lightsaber light up his face with a silver hue. Why had he pulled out it in case he needed to use it...against a fellow padawan. But, something was off with Finn.
"Stop!" Astrid yelled. Yelled. That was something new, thought it was of little concern at the moment.
"Give me one reason I shouldn't snap his neck right this instant," Finn glared at her with an indescribable look of disgust.
“Because it would be wrong,” Astrid answered quiet, yet strong,“This boy did not harm Arienna—he has not harmed any of us.” Astrid paused, thinking her words over for a moment. “It is against the Jedi way, Finn. Think of the boy, he is weaponless and he is defenseless, his hands are bound.”
"And he's our only way out of here." Kaoru added. "If you kill him Finn, then you will be killing us all. Who knows what other atrocities lay within this temple." Kaoru stepped forward threateningly. "So I say, release him."
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Events moved too fast for Cla'Tal. One moment they were fighting sith, next Arienna was dead, Finn followed with destroying everything in sight, the group was reunited, Finn attacked their sith prisoner, and now Kaoru was willing to take Finn down. Cla'Tal sighed inwardly, somewhat pleased that he was able to catch up with what was going on. Still, he questioned Kaoru's judgement. Wasn't trusting a sith just as dangerous as walking through the temple on their own? However, if the sith went back to his master saying that he failed, he would probably end up dead. Though the scenario was nearly equal with them with one padawan thirsting for blood and the other probably close to it. He looked at Sarahi. Well, Finn for certain. Sarahi seemed too traumatized to do or say anything.
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A sith. That's all she could see. A sith. Sarahi fought to control every quiver in her body that told her to attack and defend. Her empty stomach twisted into several knots. She hadn't ever felt so nauseated.
“Hey, since when did the green one talk? And aside from that, who’s the boy she’s got is that a . . . is that a sith apprentice?” Trent picked the worst time to talk to her.
A rush of memories flooded her vision, and she watched them play out in the theater of her mind. Pain. Horrible pain. Darkness. She flinched away from reliving those memories. Sarahi looked at Kaoru for some sort of comfort, but he was there defending the sith, turning against his own. She closed her eyes and put a hand to her face. "I don't know. And, yes." she replied simply after a few moments.
Kaoru...why? Why are you defending him? After what they did...after what the sith did to... Sarahi blinked, closed her eyes, and crossed her arms. "I'm so done being in this place. The sooner we can get out of here, the better." She said to Trent with an affirmative nod.
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