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Re: Tython Interlude

Posted: Sat May 27, 2023 7:41 pm
by Monkey Kitty
Master Mona Pell

“A fair question,” Master Pell replied. “Though I am not sure Lord Pyrran will be entirely satisfied with the answer. Please understand that I do this only on my own behalf, not as a representative of the Council - I am sure there are others who are of the same mind, but I do not speak for them, and they will have to make their own peace as they see fit. Walk with me, Jedi Lin, if you would be so kind.”

As they made their way down the familiar hallway, out of earshot of anyone else, Mona explained, “What happened back there - the trial - was difficult. For all of us. I am afraid that your friend took damage in the process. I maintain that the decisions we made were necessary. But necessary does not always mean… kind. I would look this Sith in the eye, and make it right with him. Yes, a person could simply make a holo call. I do not believe that would suffice, though. We need to see each other, see the living Force in each other, to understand one another.”

Master Pell was not normally given to such philosophical discussions of the Force, and she quickly pulled back to more familiar territory. “I will take my own shuttle, as I imagine you will stay longer than I do. I hope Lord Pyrran will agree to meet with me. If not, I will accept his answer, but I think it is for the best that he and I talk, and perhaps… clear the air, so to speak.”

Re: Tython Interlude

Posted: Sat May 27, 2023 7:42 pm
by Monkey Kitty
Teizi Lin and Padawan Dallyn

She ducked her head in agreement, secretly pleased - no, settled in spirit - by Master Pell’s reason.

“I will call Lord Pyrran at once. ThoughI have a brief stop to make here on Tython, I will be returning to Rishi in short order.”

The two parted, Teizi choosing a path moving toward the main exit. A fortuitous choice as her padawan bolted from his position next to the staircase and ran to catch up with her. Heads turned in their direction: Teizi didn’t shorten her steps. She didn’t slow her pace until she was out of the grounds and on the path to the spaceport. Several deep breaths of fresh air did her good and she finally turned her head to address Dallyn. The padawan had been running, his forehead was beaded with sweat and flapped the sleeves of his robes around in a most unbecoming way. Perhaps his forehead wasn’t the only part of him that had been perspiring.

She pulled out her holo and placed a call to Pyrran, asking him if he’d meet Master Pell, assuring him of her intentions, and suggesting that if he should agree, he should choose the location he felt best suited. Teizi wasn’t about to push him to agree. She understood his reluctance - and he had a bit of time as she needed to find a home for the tauntaun she’d acquired on Rishi.

Her plan was, of course, to see if the members of Kalikori village would take them in. They’d been away from their native Hoth for far too long. They wouldn’t fare well going back to the cold from the tropic weather they’d become accustomed to, and they’d have a hard time integrating into a herd with their own matriarch. No, she was certain that taking them back to Hoth would have spelled certain death for them. As for keeping them, well…it was a dream that would never be realized.

The pair walked in silence to the spaceport. Stupefying silence from the cargo area at the spaceport to the long dusty road to Kalikori. Well, not so very silent. Tauntaun weren’t known for the reticence. They served to help drown out the quiet between the two of them. The villagers accepted the offered animals, much to her relief. She’d been concerned that they’d turn them down. Though the animals could surely be put to work, they did have a smell that many deemed offensive. How fortunate that beasts of burden were so valuable.

She patted the tauntaun on their broad noses and muttered goodbyes. It was silly and, well, perhaps a bit selfish. She shouldn’t be so attached. Really.

“How can you be so calm?!”

The question fairly shouted at her shoulder abruptly roused her from her thoughts. They were well alone now that they’d left the village and she supposed it was about time he decided to speak up.

“After all that’s happened…the attack on Rishi…the set up…Master Jesk. How can you just walk away without…saying anything? DOING anything? I just…don’t understand.”

Teizi turned and regarded him for a long minute.

“What would you have had me say? What words would have soothed your spirit? What action do you think would have resolved the matter in a better fashion?”

“I…I don’t know! Something more…heroic? I guess? It all just seems so pointless. If the Jedi can’t even…”

Ah, here was the true problem. Jesk, the fallen Master. It wasn’t the first time a Jedi had fallen to the Dark Side, nor would Jesk be the last. However, this was likely the first personal experience of such a thing for young Dallyn. And now, he was having a crisis of faith.

One she didn’t feel well prepared to negotiate with.

“Dallyn…” she began, but the padawan shook his head and started walking toward the spaceport at a rapid pace. After a few steps, he slowed and turned to look over his shoulder, his face wearing an emotion approximating grief.

“I’m sorry Master, I just need to think.”

Teizi nodded and let him keep his steps ahead of hers, concern driving her to do a lot of thinking of her own.

Re: Tython Interlude

Posted: Sat May 27, 2023 7:44 pm
by Monkey Kitty
Pyrran Onyk Mahr

Pyrran agreed to the meeting - with a few caveats. It would need to be away from their little encampment at the villa, on neutral ground. The Jedi Master would have no contact with the twins.

Vette would be there. The latter was, of course, Vette’s caveat, not Pyrran’s. It made Pyrran nervous - he would never forget the time a Jedi had used Vette against him, paralyzing her, making him think she was dead. He would never forget his fear. What it had felt like when he thought he had lost her. Vette insisted on coming, though, and Pyrran couldn’t exactly say no. It wasn’t his place to tell Vette what to do, where to go. And if where she wanted to go was to stay by his side, to protect him… how could he not be grateful for that, even as he feared walking into another Jedi trap.

For his own part, though, Pyrran kept the bargain. He and Vette waited for the Master on the beach; he had his lightsaber, but it remained sheathed, and Vette’s blaster stayed on her hip. They would not be the ones to violate the temporary truce, though they would respond if attacked.

“Greetings,” Pyrran said when the group finally arrived. His speech was more formal than usual, but not hostile. The Sith lord gave them a small bow. “Teizi. Dallyn. Master Pell.”

Mona Pell was regarding Pyrran with undisguised curiosity. “Extraordinary,” she murmured under her breath.

She had never seen such a Sith. Pell had thought if Teizi was reporting accurately, she might be able to sense traces of the Light Side, but this man - this Pureblood - practically radiated it. She would have thought it impossible. Interesting, too, that the Force so strongly tied him to the Mahr family. It seemed she had a great deal to learn from this Sith.

Re: Tython Interlude

Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2023 5:42 pm
by Quaxo9
Padawan Dallyn

He'd returned Pyrran's bow with one of his own and an added smile. He couldn't see his master's face from his position slightly behind her, but he doubted that she'd given any indication that she was pleased to see both he and Vette again. Because she was. He could tell by the way her shoulders relaxed when she'd stepped out into the suffocating Rishi heat. The way the air around her felt comfortable to be in.

Teizi Lin had chosen the correct profession. Even though she'd sort of fallen into it by her telling, Dallyn believed that the Force would still have found her a willing and able servant no matter what different history may have befallen her.

His vocation was now very much in question. He'd been brought up in the Jedi Temple. If anyone should have understood the Force and his place in the Jedi, it should have been him. Not some farm girl from Dantooine. But the more time he spent around her - out in the galaxy - meeting people who weren't Jedi - the more he realized that...

The place he'd grown up wasn't where he was going to grow old.

Re: Tython Interlude

Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2023 6:24 pm
by Monkey Kitty
Pyrran Onyk Mahr

Master Pell continued to regard Pyrran. The Sith lord stared back steadily, trying not to appear disconcerted. Not to be disconcerted.

After a moment, Mona spoke again. "I assume Jesk was incorrect about your intentions about the Twi'lek girl?"

Pyrran merely nodded warily.

"And if I may ask where she is...?" Mona asked.

"Safe," Pyrran replied shortly.

Mona raised an eyebrow. "Why are you so reluctant to discuss this? It appears you have done nothing wrong, yet you seem determined to convince us you have."

"I have no reason to trust you," the Sith lord replied - not a statement of malice, but a mere statement of fact.

"I am a Jedi Master..."

"The Jedi care nothing for slaves."

"How can you say that? The Jedi are guardians of peace and order throughout the galaxy..."

Pyrran shrugged. "For some. The Empire imports and exports slaves by the thousand, and I have never seen a single Jedi lift a lightsaber to intervene. Why should I tell you anything now?"

Mona stared at him for a long moment, her eyes piercing, as if she could stare through him. Pyrran, undaunted, stared back.

Abruptly, Mona cracked a smile. She turned to Teizi. "I like him," she said. "No wonder you have made such a Sith your friend."