When the Sith strode away all muscle and horn and claw and weapon, exuding confidence and annoyance which left an almost palpable trail in his wake, he leaned in closer to the other human.

"I thought you said you'd been here before," he said in a low voice, the words sliding sideways from his lips even as his eyes looked in the direction toward which the warrior had pointed, to see if the concourse he spoke of was actually there or not.

Hell. Kriffing Hell.

Then he heard Cazun's statement. "Yeah, I have," he commented a bit flatly. "I just thought..."

He trailed, shaking his head, not being one to be really good at making the best decisions about how to approach things as it would clearly appear. "...oh, nevermind," he said, sighing.

Shrugging a fraction then turning, he lead the way to move along the concourse as the Warrior had indicated, turning also as indicated. With effort he wiped the scowl off his face before they made the final approach to the transport.

How the Hell had he forgotten how the Sith could be so touchy? He could really use a drink...

Still, Jasyn did know the transport system in Char'lingua well. He'd been on it before several times, and had used it to access the Temple. So, in short, he knew where the transport went, and which buttons to push.

He was just trying to be sure to maintain the balance between what he knew and giving the Sith the control he thought they'd want.

Dammit, all that time he'd been sitting back, a happy drunk, while Terrin, Matt, Galen, and whoever else took care of everything. Maybe if he'd paid a little more attention...

He stepped into the transport, followed by K'kihl and Cazun. After pressing the keys that he knew in turn would take them to the Temple, Jasyn sat back in a seat as the transport began on its merry way towards the Great Temple. It shouldn't takee all that long for them to arrive, and Jasyn needed to collect himself before their next necessary Sith encounter.

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On Khar Delba, when they had gone after the Nar Kelba, and later when Terrin had brought them back to find Galen. And here, when they had lived in the capital city of Princhatka, before its civilization had been awoken.

Matt wondered if RhoHolla had any idea of the fact that, until not that long ago, her species hadn’t lived for 4,000 years. Considering what she had said…or at least implied…about her station he doubted very much that she had been deemed worthy enough to know anything about it, unless her unknown teacher had said something of it to her.

He frowned at that. It wasn’t fair. If the Sith wanted to come back as the benevolent rulers they once were, they needed treat those of their own better than this. Eventually, they would find out one way or another, unless they were left sequestered on the Sith Worlds forever. And with some things that Matt was at least once aware of that were coming down the spacelanes, that wasn’t a very reasonable idea. They would never be prepared for what was incoming if they didn’t know what time they were in…

He pursed his lips then, turning fractionally to look at her as he continued to move. “I’ve been told your peoples were great rulers of the galaxy once,” he said then. “My comrades and I have been working alongside Lord Aelvedaar and Graysith for some time. When I left from Khar Delba, something had blocked all magicks from being used. I know this is not hte case now...”

Here he trailed a moment, recalling how RhoHolla had been able to shield them from prying eyes and ears as she took him from the dungeons, "...but it's strange that it has taken this long for anyone to come after me. I'm hoping nothing ill has befallen them."

((OCC: Follow Matt, RhoHolla, Jasyn, Cazun, K'kihl, the Ancient Sith Warriors, and Freedon Naad to The Days of Future Past in this same forum. This thread is gettng looooong!!!)))

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