"What about using Jinn's monitors and scanners to seek out Roan? Granted, the computer might not be able to assist in tracking Darra specifically, but it interacted directly with Roan."

She tilted her head a bit and waited to see what, if anything, everyone might have to say regarding this.

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Followed? He had been FOLLOWED?! They weren't gonna let him go...

Terrin strove to not let a speck of this show on his demeanor; he cursed himself again for being unarmed and felt completely vunerable. This didn't help matters in regards to him responding to Jharu in any way, either. At length he simply shot up from the navigation seat he had taken and turned to regard Jharu with a poorly veiled look of utter suspicion. With as much brute force as possible he shoved an unsuspecting Jharu into the controls, simply to get enough room so that he could run.

Run. Anywhere. Just away. Away from everything.

Dear gods he just wanted away...

So focused was Terrin on simply running that he didn't even notice, as he ran deeper into the jungle, the eyes that were following him. Indeed, Terrin never saw the tuk'ata til it sprang and landed full force on him, its claws pinning him, thereupon beginning to rip and tear along with its accompanying fangs...

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What the hell was wrong with Terrin?

At that thought, he gazed over at Galen from the place he was still standing. And what was the matter with Galen?

He seemed to remember a time she looked vaguely like this before.

Why wasn't someone DOING something? Something was bothering her, upsetting her...

...and everyone was missing the problem due to the fact it wasn't so very obvious as Terrin's was.

Well, Not anymore.

Jasyn took a seat on the couch next to Galen, hesitated a moment, then took her by the shoulders and shook her a bit, starting out gently and hoping that would be all it would take. "Galen, come on, we need your imput. We're gonna find your daughter..."

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Suddenly that shadow was stopped, and as he approuched he noted a very large tuk'ata tearing at him...

jharu hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do.

he has become very strange... Even mean... But... he... I have to help him!

Jharu nodded and ran in, screaming loudly "STOP!" catching the large creatures attention, jharu glared at it...

the thing looked at him for a moment, as if considering what to do, then turned back to terrin... Imidiatly jharu ran at the thing, full speed he slammed into the creature, knocking it from terrin and causing it to begin its viciousness upon jharu...

Though the thing did not get far in the deed before the protective form of Ghrr came blasting into it, knocking the giant creature from jharu...

Jharu stood slowly placing a hand against his left arm which had sustained a slight injury, smiling at Ghrr as she returned, having totaly caught the tuk'ata off guard, and scaring it out of an easy meal...

As ghrr came close, she nudged jharu in a protective manor, before taking her place at his side...

He reached down and gave her a little hug of appriciation. Thank you Ghrr

before turnign to terrin, his eyes narrowing at the man...

He leaned down beside him... lucky to be alive, considering what he had been attacked by, he had a few nasty cuts and gashes accross his legs and arms... and a large cut upon his chest, which eminated blood from it....

Jharu sighed and then took hold of the man, dragging him away from the jungle, and onto the controlled stone pathway's...

he quickly returned to the sith fighter, tracing a rune within the air, as his mother had taught him, and causing the fighter to lock up so terrin would not be able to enter it again...

he then dragged terrin to a bench outside the temple, and set him upon it...

He then returned inside, Ghrr at his side, looking briefly at his mother. "Terrin is unconcious outside... He was wounded by a tuk'ata, and is losing very much blood" he made a slight gesture to the blood which was coverign his own form, obviously not his own, "Though i must say... With his actions, i am unsure whether or not i should have let the creature take him, rather then saving him... He does not appear to be to willing to even talk..."

he shook his head slowly ,recalling the violent shove terrin had given him back in the sith ship.

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The soft glow of twilight into which she exited was not dim enough to mask the horrific sight she saw. Just on the opposite end of the Temple's fronting courtyard, draped unmoving upon one of the decorative stone benches, was the ominously silent form of Danner. Graysith's heart leapt into her throat, her breath accelerating as she now flew across the stones of the courtyard to come to a halt at his side. There she knelt, wincing to see the amount of blood which had erupted from his wounds, puddling on the ground beneath him, a heavy trail of it clearly revealing the direction from which Jharu had dragged the man.

She gave his wounds a quick visual inspection. There were great rending tears in his arms and legs, telling the story of how the captain had probably drawn up into a little ball to defend himself against the attack. Or else in a reflexive movement to something else.... Graysith gasped, her scrutiny now moving from the terrible -- but not immediately life-threatening -- gashes upon his extremities to his chest.

For some reason she had at first thought he was wearing red....

Tears came into her eyes at the sight of the dreadful wound which sliced across Terrin's torso from left shoulder to the right side of his waist. Blood stained the now-shredded robe he wore, puddling upon his body, pooling in the hollow of his throat, glistening in the rapidly failing light. Here and there the gleaming ivory edges of ravished bone poked forth from his chest, attesting to the phenomenal power and strength behind the tuk'ata's attack.

Graysith swallowed, and quickly reached a hand out to that wound. She hesitated, then let it sink down upon it like a bird alighting on a branch. Then she yanked it reflexively away, unable to help the movement.

He was cold... so very cold.

Tears now flowed down her face in unheeded profusion. She may not have known the man long, but she did have a blood oath with him. So she put aside her instinctive reaction to that glacial darkness she sensed now being in command of his body, and put her hand back on the primary wound again, where it was promptly covered in blood. She gasped again in dismay, for she was unable to feel a heartbeat.

So tired. She had already healed Galen; her sister's injuries had taken much from her, as had her recent confrontation with the evil in the Dark Place where she had gone to assist Jharu. If only she wasn't weakened thus.

The Captain was so cold....

She did not often feel such helplessness... but indeed she was not invincible. A terrible dread swept down all about her as she hunkered there by Terrin's side, her hand still on his body, knowing she could not bring him back from death no matter how hard she tried.

Hating herself for her inefficiency, she rose slowly to her feet, her blood-stained hand falling against her side to stain the gown she wore. She just stood there, her heart heavy as she listened to the approach of others coming up behind her. Her mouth worked as she stood there mutely, not knowing what to say, indeed knowing she did not even hold the words to express what she was feeling at this moment.

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NO!

A great, encompassing surge of pure ice came sweeping down upon me like an invisible glacier, freezing my blood in my veins, rippling up and down my spine with some kind of insidious and evil laughter. I ignored it as best I could, my mind filling instead with the sudden rush of memory, which pushed me to my feet and sent me flying in the wake of my sister. All prior thoughts of Terrin's strange behavior, of my own questions and concerns regarding him and us; all seemed small and insignificant in the light of this terrible announcement.

Oh Khandon, no... please. Please, let him be all right; oh dear gods I've been so stupid, don't let him be dead, he cannot be dead; please please please, he found me and I just knew he was somehow going to find Darra too, oh dear gods....

Images now shoved my desperately rambling thoughts aside as my mind flew back to another place and time, where Terrin had suffered the onslaught of another such creature. Hope rose up to add its strength to those images:

Khar Delba. The Temple. Roan and my sister... we had gone there, and he was attacked and pinned down.... he survived that, didn't he? Maybe this will be the same....

But those images promptly squelched as I came to a sliding halt outside, pushing past my silent sister and dropping to my knees beside Terrin's still form. My own heart literally stopped beating for a moment as I saw the terrible wound on his body, saw the blood simply everywhere, took in the sight of Terrin's absolutely pale flesh.

"No..." I whimpered, still beseeching the gods and the fates to intervene, to stop this, to erase it, to make it simply go away.

"This can't be happening, it just can't. Tell me he'll be all right!"

I yanked my head around, sending a somehow accusing look into Jharmeen's violet eyes. She just stared back at me, silent, every aspect of her being radiating sorrow.

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Oh kriffing hell NO...

Jasyn placed a supportive hand on Galen's shoulder as he heard her verbal denial, and stood mutely for a long moment, not really knowing what to say.

And how the hell was he going to say anything? Something had been wrong with Terrin since the moment they'd returned to the planet. It was just so very obvious...

"Is there not...something we can do for him?" was all Jasyn could really ask. Then he stood quiet, his eyes darkening, fearing the answer was something he wouldn't like.

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And perhaps it was truly better this way. The Terrin that was really Terrin wouldn't have wanted to live as he'd become; wouldn't wanted to have hurt those he loved so very much by his own actions. The tragedy, however, was that he died running from them all instead fighting for them, with them. Yet perhaps in dying before too much time passed he had indeed not died in vain; rather he died to save them all from the person he had been so suddenly and cruelly made.

Finally, in the sudden chill of the Korris'sain twilight, Terrin lay in complete and utter peace...

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I shuddered as Jharmeen's continuing silence gave an all too clear reply to my question, and to the one voiced by Jasyn. I swallowed thickly, her form then becoming indistinct as she stood there so quietly, so sympathetically, her hands crossed in front of her, festooned with weaponry like some sort of knight errant.

The ache in my heart was too much to bear. I simply turned back to Terrin's cooling form, and let myself fall across his torso. The taste of his blood filled my mouth with its copper chill; I didn't do a thing to avoid that but merely buried my face against his chest, digging my fingers into the shreds of the Sith robe he was still wearing--

Oh dear sweet Khaandon... "Where's the horns, fly-boy?"

--and gave my anguish full vent.

How could this happen? This wasn't supposed to happen... never, ever ever ever. And dear Khaandon, I had left, I had to leave him, I had to be affronted, to be offended... I had to go and act like a selfish little witch and he had followed, doggedly, on my trail... oh ye gods how could I ever consider as selfish ownership the love he had really been expressing for me all along?

That tuk'ata didn't kill my husband... I did.

I DID.

It was then that something snapped, deep inside me. Something I wasn't even aware of in the slightest.

I couldn't bring Terrin back, I couldn't turn back the hands of time... but there was something I could do.

With a sudden inarticulate cry I leapt to my feet, my face and the front of my flight suit wet with Terrin's cold blood, and before anyone could figure out what I was doing I whirled on the spot. My leg flew out in a hooking crescent kick, taking Jharmeen by surprise, and knocking her off to the side. Even as she pinwheeled her arms, seeking balance, I ducked in low and fast, and yanked that sword I saw hanging on her from its scabbard.

Momentum kept me moving. I finished the full circle armed with that sword, and didn't even pause but took off running as fast as I could.

I was going tuk'ata hunting, and Khaandon help the soul who tried to stop me.

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This...this was just hideous.

But as Shayla stood there, keeping all these thoughts to herself, Galen shot up, whirled, and kicked Graysith, nearly knocking her over and in the same motion pulling a sword from her belt, running off into the forest. Shayla's greeny-blues darkened with concern as she turned to Graysith even as Lord Recinis was assisting her in regaining her balance. She stepped from Erik's arms into the cold of the evening. "Shouldn't someone follow her?" was all Shayla said, a bit hesitant as to what to do. "And..." she paused as her next thought came, glancing to Terrin's disturbingly still form as the lump again rose to her throat. "We can't just...just...leave him like that..."

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His comrade...

...his Captain...

...his friend...

...dead.

The only thing that jarred him from his darkening thoughts was Galen's sudden move; he stood still in concern for the barest of moments, not even really hearing whatever words Shayla was saying before he simply ran after Galen, his heart flying.

They'd lost Terrin. He didn't want to lose Galen too.

"Galen, wait!" he yelled, moving as quickly as he could. He didn't know what she was up to, but he sure as hell wasn't going to sit around and wait for something terrible to befall another one of their party.

But even still, Jasyn was having a rather difficult time of catching up with her...
"STOP!!!!" he yelled again, hoping to goodness his pleas weren't falling on deaf ears.

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Panic? why... why where they panicked? was...was terrin in trouble? ya, I knew he was hurt... But... But i... I... It was dark...Was.. Did he? No. Death, Could it be?

as everyone else quickly ran from the room jharu dropped to his knee's, looking down at his hands, which were covered in blood, suddenly realizing the implications of it.

his gaze turned over slowly to Ghrr, who had remained obidiantly at his side, had even nudged him worriedly after his sudden shock...

he then looked down at the floor, a tear slipping down his cheek he stood, and exited, his whole body shaking.

He found the others, just in time to see his aunt run off with his mothers sword in hand.
Eyes wandering slowly the found the still form of his uncle...

i did it... its my fault isnt it? even before this... I.. I let him come with me... I let him go into danger... I didnt help him in time when the creature attacked...

jharu shook his head roughly, and ran off, entering the temple, flying through the passages randomly, untill he found a secluded room where he curled under a small table...

He sat there, and wept, allowing the tears to come from his eyes freely, his form shuddering he rocked back and forth, holding his knee's.

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"My love--" she began when yet more pain came arrowing through her being, this time from the eternal link she maintained with her son. She pursed her lips, now turning wide and aching eyes up into Recinis's clouded green ones. She motioned in Galen's direction again.

"See if you can assist in catching her before in her grief she gets herself killed, my love," she whispered, now fully on her feet again. Then without waiting to see what Recinis would do, she rose up on tiptoe, kissed him softly, and turned to go back into the Temple.

En route she stopped long enough to place a sympathetic hand on Shayla's shoulder. She sent her a sad smile, clearly sensing the grief and shock which was flashing throughout her adept's body.

"See if you can find something which with to cover the Captain," she said gently, giving her shoulder a squeeze of shared pain. Quieting then with a nod, she hurried on into the Temple.

It didn't take her long to find where Jharu was hiding, sobbing with a worried Ghrr pressing closely against him. Graysith's eyes grew moist as she entered the room, reaching out with her talents to now enter into the mind of the tuk'ata that the animal would realize she meant no harm to Jharu. It was a bit difficult, for Ghrr's simple mind kept shying away from her, seeking to maintain constant contact with her charge. It was only because Graysith was bonded to a tuk'ata herself that she finally managed to fully capture the great beast's attention, long enough to get a message through to it.

She knelt slowly and looked up into Ghrr's glacial eyes, now reaching out a hand to lay lightly alongside her muzzle. Her violet eyes pressed into the tuk'ata's very soul.

"Go with the others who run in the jungle without," she commanded gently. "Keep them from harm. Your charge is my youngling; he shall be safe in my hands."

Ghrr hesitated, reaching a tendril out to wrap in an almost loving manner about Jharu's lower leg. The she whined in reply, turned, and left the room, the rapidly increasing staccato beat of her claws against stone revealing to the Chosen Daughter that she was indeed obeying her directive.

Graysith sighed and turned to her son. It didn't seem as if the boy even knew she was there; the moisture which glistened in her eyes now developed into fullblown tears which began to drip down her face. Moving forward still on her knees, she crept beneath the table and gathered her son in her arms.

"Oh, my Jharu," she breathed, then fell quiet, rocking him as she had when he was first brought to her, cradling his head against her breast, and letting her own tears flow unimpeded alongside his.

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After a few minuts of searching he had located a trail of footprints, and followed onward...

Sometime afterwards Recinis could hear the rapid sound of running in front of him, clearly Galen, and in a moment more he could see her.

Doing his best to pick up his pace, if indeed he could run any faster then he already was, he called out to her "Galen! stop! think of what it is you are doing! would terrin want you to kill yourself pointlessly? You want to kill that which has taken him from you, yes, but think of him!"

His feet pounded harder against the dirt below, drawing in another breath. "He devoted so much time to making sure you and darra were well, he went off hoping to help return darra to you... And with all he has done, all he has sacrificed in an attempt to assure you are alive and well, will you sacrifice yourself, and make his death pointless?"

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after a few minuts of continued sobbing he managed to gain a small amount of control,looking up at his mother, his form shuddered as he spoke, his voice shaking just as fiercly as was the rest of him.
"I... I di-... I-i cou-.... i-i-t-tt..."
Suddenly he pulled his gaze away from his mother, for while she was indeed filled with nothing but worry for him, and love, he simply could not meet the gaze of another living being, even the gentlest of eyes seemed as a scornful stare of dissipointment and anger...

He shuddered again and pulled himself even closer to her... His voice came out again, over and over again in a quiet whisper, barely understandable. "im...im sorry... Im sor-sorry..."

his eyes closed tightly and his arms squeezed his knee's even tighter.
Why? why Did he have to die? why couldnt i have been faster? why? Why did i let him come with me? i let him go into danger...

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Without any more hesitation she simply stepped closer and knelt next to Terrin, whereupon the knees of the flightsuit she had been wearing were immediately soaked in blood. Shayla shivered, hesitated, then reached out to place a hand on the fatal wound.

She shuddered again, a lump once more rising in her throat. This time she did nothing to stop it, but let the tears fall unimpeded.

So small. She felt so small. She was a healer, and she couldn't do a thing to safe him.

And along with that, a part of Shayla seemed to shake an accusatory finger at her. There was a time, Shayla Petrolu Kartan, that you wanted this man dead and sincerely felt he deserved it. Well, I suppose you got what you wanted...

Simply aching at that thought, Shayla moved her hand from Terrin's wound to brush his blonde hair back from his face. He wasn't who she had thought. He had a good heart...

...he'd just struggled in finding someone that he trusted enough to give that heart to.

And after all, who was she to determine the value of a life? For each has his own purpose, regardless of what anyone else may believe.

Erik's quiet and steady footsteps broke Shayla's thoughts. She turned to him, and he handed her a small basin of water and a cloth. Taking the most gentle care, she cleaned Terrin's wounds. Then she stood, taking from Erik a satin bed cover, and placed it atop Terrin's motionless form. Only then did she step back and hunker into Erik's supportive arms, her heart still too heavy for her to even consider moving.

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After a few more minutes had passed she slowed her rocking, and pulled away, holding her son out at arm's length. She searched his eye with her own, her expression full of meaning.

"My dear son, you have not been long in this existence," she said at last. "There is much you have learned already, but there lies ahead of you yet a universe more. One thing you must learn now, Jharu, is that the only fate that you can control is your own."

She paused, now reaching out a gentle hand to lay it upon his chin, forcing his head up from where he was hanging his head so that he faced her. She waited in silence until he finally opened his eyes and looked into hers. The sorrow within his eyes tainted them black.

"Captain Danner's death is not your fault, my son," she continued softly. "This you must understand. It was his will to go with you; it is not our way to deny him that which he sought so eagerly to do, and that was to seek after the safety of those who he loves, as your father and I do you. Jharu, you did not kill him; actions of his own, provoked by-- by certain circumstances no one could control; these are what killed him, not you. There was nothing you could have done, son. Please believe this."

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Finaly with one more sniffle he pulled back from his mother, giving her a brief little nodd as if to say "ill be ok..."

They then exited from beneath the table, and returned to where the others were...

now terrins body lay covered by a sheet, the sight threatened to make the boy burst out in tears once more, though instead he merly pulled himself closer to his mother...

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My breath came in great ragged sobs as I tore a path through the dense understory of the Koris'ian jungle, heedless to the noise my progress was making. Indeed, I didn't know if those sobs were induced by the pain of running full-tilt for so great a period of time... or if I was still sobbing out my grief and pain and anguish and complete and utter hatred I was rapidly beginning to build up against the universe and its inhabitants in general.

No, the thought popped into my head again, where it perched itself in a black miasma and chuckled darkly, now reaching into my memories and bringing them one after another out to torture me.

Terrin did not die for me in any manner, not in any way, shape or form. His death is pointless at any rate, because he-- Because he--

He died because of me. Plain and simple.

But none other shall, ever again. Not because of me. Nor because of that damned tuk'ata.

That last thought lent wings to my feet and determination to my soul. Still following the trail of blood I flew on into the rapidly encroaching darkness, on a suicide mission with revenge.

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he felt the strengths of the force rise within him and soon he was sprinting somewhat faster then he had been before... In a few minuts he had closed the distance between him and galan, he came up behind her and wrapped his arms about her, causing them both to come to a sudden halt...

his hand flew out quickly, taking hold of galens hand, which still held the sword taken from jharmeen within it. He held that arm from movign so she could not strike him. Giving her a rough shake he turned around and started pulling her back. "losing your life means nothing... If you dont care for yourself, then think of your daughter, when she is recovered, who will she have? no father, no mother... Yes, she would be taken care of... But would you leave her so?"
He kept his grasp tight about her, soon they would return.

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Thus I found it a rather easy task to ignore that logic now. I dug in my feet and began yanking for all I was worth."Let me GO!" I hissed between my teeth, my voice coming out in a hoarse and searing croak even though at a whisper.

"You have no right; NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT! DAMMIT JUST LET ME LIVE MY LIFE AS I WANT TO! If only everyone had, this wouldn't have happened, and Terrin wouldn't-- he wouldn't.. wouldn't be--"

I cut off the rest of the statement, the words sticking in my throat like stones, blocking off anything further I might try to say, nearly choking me for their immensity. I swallowed, trying to wash them away, and struggled harder. My feet left twin streaks in the duff of the jungle floor where I dug them uselessly against the strength of this Lord of the Sith.

"Leave me be... just leave me alone... please... please...."

Now I gasped, tears flooding my vision to blur Recinis's form. I gave another little yank, but now my feet began stumbling forward in an awkward attempt to keep up with him.

"Please...." I sobbed again, choking against the great heaving breaths which tore at me, my eyes on fire, my throat feeling raw and tender. "I can't-- I- I don't want-- I-- he--

"Oh dear Khaandon I can't, I can't! Just let me go, please for the love of all that lives..." On and on I babbled while being dragged inexorably back in the direction from which I had run.

I couldn't stand it any longer.

Quite suddenly I threw back my head, throwing all my weight forward and down into my feet that they would act like anchors and bring me to a sudden halt. This change in my attitude worked at least for the moment, for I did find myself at a brief standstill. I didn't want to waste any second of that moment; now I began to twist my arm, trying to free my hand from the grasp of durasteel clamped about it. I drew in a fresh breath, and set in again.

"You do not have the right to stop me!" I seethed, my eyes now as fiery as my throat. "Who in Hell's Seven Circles put you or your kind in charge of me and mine! If it weren't for you, none of this would have happened at all! I would have my baby, and my husband; you do not have the right to tell me how to live my life!"

Nevermind the little fact that if it hadn't been for the Sith this entire mad career would never had even begun. I wouldn't have meet Sorben to begin with, and would not have Darra at all. Nor would I have ever met Terrin, fallen in love with him and married him.

But like I said, logic and I were at the moment quite an adversarial pair.

I dug my feet in more firmly, squirmed, and then hauled off and kicked Recinis right in his shin, leaning forward quickly as I did so to sink my teeth into the back of his hand which yet held mine in an ironbound grip.

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He could not take it any longer, no... He could understand that she was not thinking clearly, he also understood that she was at the moment saddened, and even angered... But none the less, it ended here...

Before she had a chance to try anything else his hand slipped from its grasp on her, and pressed against a nerve causing her to fall unconcious...

he sighed and slung her over his shoulder, taking jharmeens fallen sword and slipping it behind his belt so it would stay put...

As his feet met stone he took in a deep breath, finding comfort in the fact that the journy had ended... For the entire hike had been a mind numbing experiance of carrieing dead wait, and finding his way through the jungle...

Rejoining the others he set galen upon a bench, and returned jharmeens sword to her.

he then spoke, before anyone could raise question. "no, she's not harmed... but i had need to...subdue her, if she was to return..."

he then motioned for the temple, picking galen up once more he carried her in and set her upon a soft couch, pulling a blanket from a small compartment he billowed it outward and allowed it to rest upon her so she might regain energy, and sleep comfortably. Hopefully to awake with a slight bit more logic...

Without waiting to see what the others would do he exited the temple, and then returned once more with the covered form of terrin, merly speaking slight sentance of explanation, before finding his way down to the underlayers of the temple. "He died of the sith cause, and so shall have a sith burial."

Upon reaching his destination he set terrin upon a little table...

He almost winced as he removed the sheet from his body, but knew well that it must be done.

as he went about his tasks he paid no heed to any that might have followed, indeed to caught up in his duties was he now to realize if there was any with him, though he guessed there probably was.

Working gently he removed the remnents of Terrins robes, and washed away the drying blood, sprinkling a white powder from a little jar over the mans body, which would allow the body to mend lesser wounds, even though in death, as though he were alive.

He then sprinkled a red powder over him, which would preserve the body beyond its years. Finaly he placed a dark satin sheet over his body, and lifted him...

Carrying him to another room, he set the man upon a stone alter, draped in a white sheet, allowing the satin and white the sit together profiding a sort of seal.

his hand reached outward to touch lightly upon terrins forhead. "And so... Terrin Danner, one whom showed great passion, has passed away this day... His memory shall live on... While not sith in blood, he has shown he was worthy of being a friend..."

He then stepped away, bowing respectfully to the man. Turning and returning to the main room of the temple.

Until we meet again Mr. Danner... if indeed such things are possible, i look forward to that moment.

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Oh kriffing Hell, not her too...

That thought was squelched with a great rush of relief when he realized that there was no trail of blood, excepting perhaps the tale-tale one that had already been made. Jasyn skidded to a halt, took a moment to catch his breath, then turned on his heel and followed everyone back to the place where Terrin now laid, covered.

For a long moment Jasyn just stood there, hearing Lord Recinis's words and at length tearing his eyes and his heart from Terrin's covered form to trail inside behind the others. Then he followed Recinis as he went deep into the Temple with Terrin's body to peform burial rights, lurking behind a little after the Sith Lord departed and stepping up to Terrin's body. For a long moment he stood in silence, and then, "Your cause is my cause, my friend. Darra will be found and returned to Galen."

Then he stepped back once more, lingering a bit longer then returning to the main room and casting a concerned look in Galen's direction. Then he addressed Graysith directly with the question pressing at the forefront of his mind. "What really killed him?" he said a bit oddly. "And don't tell me a tuk'ata, because there was sure as hell something wrong with him the moment he stepped back in this Temple. What happened back on K'eel Doba?"

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In it was a little girl, blonde hair and greeny-blue eyes, wandering through life fatherless; indeed, parentless. Along with that was the knowledge of those who shared a similiar past...

...and here it was happening again. Did it ever stop? How could the hand of Fate be so very cruel, so very uncaring?

Shayla just couldn't see how, in the big picture of things, the death of Terrin Danner served the Greater Good. Taking a deep breath, Shayla stepped forward to look at the fallen Terrin one final time. Then, as if only then remembering it, she glanced down to the bloodied knees of her flightsuit. After staring at them almost blankly for a moment, she again looked straight forward, turned on her heel, and departed the catacombs altogether to find a change of clothes then return to the main room where everyone else was certainly gathering.

[ 12-16-2002 10:28 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Shayla Stargazer Petrolu ]

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"I do not know much, Mr. Lancaster," she began with a frown of annoyance. "What I do know is that my son was drawn into the Dark Realms, a place not of life nor even death, as were the others as well. This I discovered when I went to his aid.

"However, my stay there was brief. M-my..." She paused infinitesimally, then continued on smoothly, "There were two beings there who did not wish for the intrusion, for no sooner did I arrive than they flung us all back into a temple which was strange to me. I-- I confess I do not even know where that Temple is, nor do I know why it was that we were flung there. I can tell you this, however."

Again she paused, letting her gaze rove from one set of eyes to another.

"While in that realm, I did see Captain Danner sitting looking stunned; his wife was nearby with an equally stunned look on her face as well. My son was off to one side, seeming to be recovering from some hurt. And there was another man there as well; the last I saw of him was in the clutches of the evil being who dismissed us from his presence... that evil being in the guise of Darth Wicked, who I loved, and still do."

Now she ignored all present and turned her violet eyes almost beseechingly into Recinis's emerald pair. Her grip about Jharu tightened.

"A being whose possessed body I vowed to destroy, should it become truly lost to evil. And a being whose... companion I was once entreated to destroy as well, whom I couldn't, and who I now wish with all my heart that I had.

"And I will. For although I cannot be certain, I believe it was the contrivances of this pair that led to Captain Danner's death, and his death shall not go unavenged. Not while I draw breath, or have power to wield in the attempt."

[ 12-17-2002 01:40 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Graysith ]

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