Myrkal smiled knowingly as she ran her fingers along the length of the blade. He did that quite often as well. But what struck him was her idea about 'Grey' Jedi. Hmmm. He wondered where he should go with that one. Then it struck him. "I am not sure if that is possible, to be in between. To be a Sith one must do things that would make the light side of the force fail them, and the same otherwise. I have read a bit about that theory though. It may be possible if one was extremely well balanced, so much that they could control both sides and not counterbalance one with another. But they would not be able to tap into the higher abilities of either side of the force. But that is only speculation."

He smiles again and reaches into his duster and pulls out a small thin amulet in teh shape of a scarab beetle. When he pulls it out he squeezes the rear two legs and a thin blade darts out. He offers it to her. "Here take this. It was what the ancient Sith gave their mistresses to defend themselves. The tip contains a neurotoxin that paralyzes the victim." He smiles almost nonchalantly at the thought. Then catching himself he continues. "That is... if that is what you want to do with it. Me personally i think that they are gorgeous baubles, with a bite." He laughs lightly.

So where are you headed from here. Me , I am supposed to be back on my way to Antei but i would rather prefer to get into some more hands on work. It gets tedious to sit around and theorize, i would much more rather prefer to go out and seek new places to dig. But oh well." He sighs.

"Now tell me what you feel from that, and hell, since you are a Jedi you should see what you get from me. I havent had a Jedi tell me what energy i have yet." He smiles mischeiviously, wondering what she would come up with.

"Oh," Tatane replied with a chuckle to his comment about her theory, "I didn't mean to be completely neutral - but simply to take each side of a decision into consideration. Of course, one would lean toward one or the other extreme, but if one was able to look at all with a somewhat open mind, they would not be restricted to just one side, am I correct?"

She sighed then, perhaps somewhat longingly. "But then again, as I said, it is only a thought."

She looked upward at his offer, holding out her hand as he almost gave her the odd little beetle. "Oh?" she inquired curiously, her eyes intent on the blade that popped out. "How curious," she murmured. He held back, however, and thus so did she. She watched his expressions, wondering what it was he was thinking when he did so.

"Hm, well," she responded, "I wouldn't be entirely sure whether or not I'd find an opportunity to use it. Though, I do promise you that I'll keep it up my sleeve. After all, who knows when it may save my life?" She chuckled at the thought of this odd little bauble defining the line between life and death, though she did take the thought quite seriously. Perhaps it would be useful, after all. Still, she was thinking much more about how interesting it would be to simply study it, to watch it. It was a beautiful piece, to say the least.

"Me? I'm headed to Naboo, I'd suppose. A Jedi's path, as any other, is one that is ever-learning. I look forward to continuing my training there, and to once again pay a visit to the archives to resume where I left off. I don't think that I'll ever finish there - not even in a lifetime." She grinned absentmindedly at that, thinking of the endless knowledge held securely just for her... or so it seemed.

"Tell you what I get from that?" she repeated, slightly confused. "Oh, I could give you a thorough "Jedi" analysis, but I can't assure you that it'll be correct. Still, I am supposed to be a careful, accurate observer, and I could try and see how well I am at that. I'll "read" you, if that is what you want. But you'll have to tell me truthfully how well I did." She grinned, and this facial expression looked as mischievous as his own.

After a moment she watched him, gathering all of what she had begun to think about him since the first time they had spoken. Then, she decided she would finally voice it. It certainly wouldn't hurt to let him know what she had gathered from his demeanor. And after all, if she was incorrect, she would simply learn that she was not always able to rely on a simple conversation so small and short.

Raising a brow at him, she began - "I believe that you are far too interested in the workings of the Force - and far too intelligent - to have not dabbled in it at least to an extent. I believe that you would know its basic workings, its deeper meanings... and that you are well used to masking this, if so."

She turned then, if only to give herself something to do, and took a drink of the glass that had remained somewhat untouched until now. "And that, Myrkal, is what I think of you. And what would you say to that?"

Once again he is surprised by Tatane, her analysis is a bit more on point than she knows. Intelligence is a virtue in this woman he muses. If she had guessed that much, maybe she guessed more, or felt more. Still despite the fact that she was a Jedi, he liked her, it was probably how they seemed to be two rats trapped in the maze of so called 'civilization'.

He smiles at her response, his grin not betraying him at all. Over the last few decades he had learned to hide his emotions completely, a feat that he he grown quite proficient at. " I will admit that yes , I do practice my own studies of the force, yet at the same time, I am by no means a Jedi. I want the best for all. To me that is knowledge, refraining from giving knowledge to me is the greatest sin. I study the force so tha i can have a better chance at obtaining some of this knowledge by subterfuge if i need to, although i would prefer just to buy it. Still though one of my jedi friends six decades ago told me that i had a lot of potential." He smiles again at the thought. "Poor guy died a few moments later at the hands of a Sith. It broke my heart." His smile had not left, which made it kind of hard to believe that it hurt him emotionally at all to watch this 'friend' killed by a Sith.

"The Sith let me live, saying that my work was more important than my remembering his face. Since then that Sith has visited me regularly making me tell him what i have learned. It is kind of offsetting and unsettling to see this man, but he, well would kill me if i didnt so i do what he asks. In payment, he gives me information about the locations of ancient Sith sites."

He smiles again, this time happily, as if his dealings with the Sith were a everyday occurance. Reaching over he grabs te dagger and slides it back into his duster. Then he moves for a moment to get a more comfortable position on the seat.

"Naboo eh? I have been there a few times, not much for me there, dont particularly like the planet to be honest. It is pretty and all but the people there are relatively uneducated and i will admit, i am kind of racist against those who are not of an intellectual leaning..."

"A question how long have you been studying as a Jedi. I have been studying the force since i was very very young so all together i probably have been studying it for over two hundred years." He smiles awaiting her response.

OOC: Darn it, wrong account. I could have sworn that I had logged out and logged in as Tatane. Meh, I guess something went wrong. Sorry!

IC: Tatane listened intently as Myrkal continued his story about his Sith friend, not truly able to decide what to think of it. To say the least she was somewhat troubled by the fact that he did not think anything of this person's death when he so clearly labeled them as "friend." Yet was bothered her more so was the part where he was giving a Sith information, seemingly trapped and with no choice but to assist him in whatever he could have planned....

Oh, she had certainly been suspicious that he had been involved with the Sith, but not in such a way, if at all true. Was she simply supposed to just let it slide? He did not seem to want or need help, but she couldn't help but wonder what a Sith would be doing with such information. After all, he could just be eager to learn more of his predecessors, but there was a good chance that he was doing so in order to grow stronger, to learn more on how to prevent certain mistakes....

But what could she do?

After a moment, she responded to his most recent words. "I have studied since I was a child, though perhaps not as young as I would have liked. I was only about six or seven years of age when I was taken in by the Jedi. There they gave me the knowledge that I so eagerly sought. There, they opened my eyes to the world. They gave me opportunity that I have grasped so swiftly even to this day. I was lucky to have had my mind opened to so many chances, so many subjects.... and to have been given the ability to seek more, to learn more."

She smiled slightly, as if just now thinking of the drawbacks of a most wonderful concept. "Of course, I am only human, and humans would not live as long as others, such as you. I have been studying the Force for as long as I have been humanly able - and will for as long as I may live."

Myrkal still couldn't figure out what was going on with this woman. It seemed that she had a clue as to what was going on, but was in denial or something. Most Jedi would have sensed the evil lingering below the surface in him, but apparently she either did not, or was trying to keep him off guard. He smiled at the thought of that, if she knew and was playing it this calm and collected than she is as skilled as he had hoped..

He remembered the last Jedi who tried to impede in his way through deceit and subterfuge. He smiled a bit sardonically at the thought. That woman was a seductress indeed and she used her appearance and sexual appeal as a weapon. Posing a a aspirant of the sith she had lured him in by letting her so-called ' intentions ' be known. When he had led her away from the crowds and they were alone he had captured the young Jedi and slowly killed her. Doing so was one of the most intriguing sessions of agony he had ever been a part of.

Still he liked the girl for some reason, so he played it cool. " I am sorry if what i have said causes you to worry or mistrust me. It is a problem that i am currently seeking to eliminate. " He smiles. "I dont take well to others influencing my work." Grinning he continues. " I have quite a few unorthodox force users as friends and the next time the Sith shows up we are going to attack him and take him prisoner. I got several of the anti-force crystals while on Coruscant and we plan to use them to isolate him and trap him. Then we will take him prisoner and have some fun interrogating him."

He loved playing this game, mixing his words so as to throw her off and make her associate her own war against the dark side with his invented one.He leaned towards her closely, " If you wish i could bring him to you afterwards so that you and yours may study him as well. But i will admit , he will not be looking too well if i do." With another grin, almost addictive, he waits for her response.

Tatane smiled at him, the drink on the counter on her mind again. The way that he was speaking about the the Sith was no surprise to her, but she remained silent and collective. She nodded her head a few times, her eyes flickering with her unexpressed, inner thoughts. She remembered the look on his face when she had first entered, the voice with which he had spoken. Before it had been a very subtle thing, and she had waited ... expecting something like this. So this was the odd flicker that she had only faintly felt during her meditation in the Celestial Gardens. This was what had felt like a taint... a subtle distraction to her mind. This was what had disturbed her for so long.

And now, more than ever, his words made plain to her the suspicions she had first only been able to guess at. Was he trying to make it more and more obvious? Yes, it seemed that he was very clever, and that he may even want her to see the truth now with the way that he spoke. What had only began as a simple suspicion when she had first entered the bar was now backed with facts, and she was able to see him through her own eyes, rather than through assumptions. She would be able to view him as she wished... truthfully.

"It is an odd thing, that you would enjoy interrogating someone that would do the same thing to you, had they no restrictions such as the knowledge you gave them, or the opportunities that you offered. Many people dislike the Sith because of the way that they oppress, so in many eyes, to oppress a Sith would be to become one, would it not? It is all the same, in the end...." She gave a faint and feeble smile, then took another small drink from the small glass at her side.

"I appreciate your offer, as I'm sure you mean well with it, but I'm not very fond of the concept of "studying" anyone whether they be Sith or otherwise. To get information from them would mean that I would have to take certain matters into hand - most of which I'm sure I'd dislike to carry out. I do dislike the fact that you are in such a plight, however. You are aware that it is the Jedi's duty to help and to protect? Perhaps it would be a good idea for you to take this problem to Naboo. There, they may be able to help."

She set the glass down, mindful of his location. She was not looking for a quarrel with anyone, though she was well aware that he may be a danger to the Order - and to her - in the future, and even now. But she was wise enough to know that there was nothing either of them could say or do right now. It was not a time or place, nor was it a very promising opportunity. No, she wanted no battle with this man - at least not now. She actually found a likeness in him, and was not too fond of having any argument. He seemed to relate to her more than anyone, whether it was a truthful thing or not. Perhaps they would meet in a battle either physical or mental one day, but it did not seem that today would be that day.

Yet, the discomfort that she had felt around him earlier and that had been supressed during their conversation was slowly creeping back to the surface now.

Myrkal had listened to her words thougtfully, wondering what was going on inside her head. But he would not attempt to probe, that would be way too obvious. When she spoke about him going to Naboo and asking the Jedi for help though, he almost laughed, but supressed it with effort. He had no want to go to Naboo, unless it was with those of the same ilk as himself. But he managed to disuade his disgust at the thought to speaking to the majority of Jedi.

He grinned as she spoke further and watched her as she placed the drink back on the table. "I would not like to go to Naboo, i dont function too well around the elder Jedi, or the masters there. I will admit i am attracted to the thought of learning more about the force, but at the same time, i must do so on my own terms. Not according to the guidelines of an ancient order. Hell, to be honest i would probably make a better sith than jedi, but i am neither. Rather I am an aspirant of a different nature. "

He smiles as his mind flows over the memories of the Temple of Tehuti on his home planet. It was there that he first felt the primordial inklings of the force, and it was there that he went after he destroyed his grandfather in lieu of his war against the enemies of that temple.

He looks deeper at her , his eyes seeming to cloud over and grow a bit darker, a intensely passionate, almost mad look coming over his entire body. "I study the force in combination with my religion. I am Khemetic, and i worship Tehuti am Thoth, and Apep Apophis. The gods of Knowledge and dark sensation. It is through learning that i learn more about myself, and in Apep , in the sensations that he embodies i grow stronger. I could show you a part of that , but here is not the place. As a matter of fact, the only place in which i do such things are in my ship. "

He grins, almost positive that she had never heard of the gods he had just mentioned. They were obscure even to the ancients of his homeworld, it was in the ruins of the Temple that he had learned and began his plunge into the abyss. "I am similar to the witches you Jedi had to fight not so long ago. Like them i am capable of wielding the force, but unlike them i do it for the experience, for the knowledge of myself that it gives me. That is my lifes goal, knowledge, and understanding of myself. I dont want it to help me for no other reason. I want to learn that is all. I am very young for my race. I have millenia left to live, and i want to make my mind more focused and skilled than any of my predecessors." He pauses, realizing that he had made a mistake in saying ' predecessors' most likely she would ask who. Oops.

"But anyway, you and your Jedi brethren live a regimented life, one based upon tradition right? So do i. Only mine is even older and is not based upon the force, i have adapted it to that end. That is all. But i will leave that subject alone, i dont want to get too much into it otherwise i will have to leave your good company." He smiles at her disarmingly and pulls a small flask from his duster and takes a long pull. Smacking his lips together he puts it back and looks at her.

Tatane nodded her head again, taking in the words of her new acquaintance. No, she did not recognize the names of those gods, yet by the way that he described them, she was able to get a good guess of what their followers were like. Aside from that, he continued to make clearer his outlook on life, the Jedi - on things in general, and because of this, she wondered whether or not he was being truthful as to his destination and his future plans.

"It is understandable that you would feel such a need to seek knowledge so avidly... and I may understand, if only to an extent, why you hunger for it. It can be a powerful ally, a dangerous weapon...." She smiled faintly, her eyes distant. "Those who came before you would have made mistakes. It is only natural that you would want to steer clear of those mistakes, and grow stronger in order to do so. It is an admirable thing, how you take what you have and improve upon it, build upon it.... It is something that I would plan to do with my own life, have I the chance."

She paused, if only to shrug lightly. "Though, I know that I would not have the chance to live quite as long as you." She chuckled mirthfully. "I suppose that that is a fault of us humans - unable to continue for very long, for our years are quite short."

Though she was smiling, the young Jedi was still quite very alert. She was unsure what the Gen'dai had on his mind, and even though she was quite certain he had no thought to search her mind or use the Force for anything against her at the moment, she couldn't help but do as any Jedi would do - and keep up their defenses up, at the ready.

Myrkal smiled once again at her. Distinctly aware that she was a woman with which he could battle on an intellectual level and learn. Not a common thing these days. It was people, who were obcessed with money, possessions, and other faults that made him avoid going out in public. He had a tendency to get aggrivated by the alterior motives that almost all had, and it was a relief for him to find someone to converse with who didnt appear to have any.

" I agree that you humans have a rather short life, i am already twice the age that any human has ever lived..." He pauses remembering some of the people upon whom the ancient sith masters had prolonged their lives. "... Naturally that is. But at the same time, you are more intensely passionate, and have a knack for learning very fast, it is that which makes me respect your species."

"I am by no means an authority on the interworkings of society, even more so the Jedi. But at the same time, i know and knew a long time ago that my path is one that i must make for myself. I can learn what i can from those in the past, from their achievements, their mistakes. You are right there, it is natural for me to push harder than they did and try to go places where they never reached. Yet at the same time, it is the ancients that i respect the most. Both the Jedi and Sith of today are mediocre compared to their ancient predecessors. It is that which i seek in my work, to learn part of the knowledge of the ancients."

He pauses for a moment to take a second pull from his flask then continues. " I know that i study the dark side much more than the light, but at the same time, unlike the other sith, i am not a control freak, i dont wish to dominate, or to make others cow before me. Actually i merely wish to help others to ascend to a higher level of being, if that is through the force, then so be it. But more often than not it is through the spirituality of my religion that i do so. I have several people who have aided me in forming my own temple, we are still small, but working together we have accomplished much for eachother. A few of us have died in the trials of initiation into the higher echelons of the temple, but that was their choice, i forced none."

"But on the other hand, i know how this all must sound to you. A Gen"Dai who has taught himself to use the force better , who is member of a temple in which the acolytes may die in their spiritual growth, who works as a archaeologist and theorist of the ancient sith, and has no want at all to speak to the jedi..." He smiles. "... but i assure you that i mean you no harm, not to say that if another Jedi enters the room and begins to mock me for my beliefs that i would not strike them down and take pleasure in doing so. Because i would, i will not lie. I respect you Jedi, but at the same time i honestly do not want to be associated with the Jedi Order at all, despite the fact that i know i could learn much from you. But the way i see it, the Jedi do not allow themselves the luxury of sensation, and as you said yourself, you do not have the ability to become a knowledge seeker as i am, because of your duties. That is what makes me rather..." He pauses measuring his own words grasping for the right one to describe his animosity towards the jedi. "... rather distrustful of your kind, and disrespectful to a degree. If only i could show you some of the things which i have learned on my own. You would understand more fully."

He waits watching her reaction to his words , wondering what is going through her mind. When she was speaking a moment ago he had felt the surge that comes from one prepared to do what is needed if threatened, and it made his own defenses rise up. He was very skilled at hiding his own ability to manipulate and use the force, one of his traits was is making others think of him as weaker than he actually is. He was doing this now , his own pull on the force had been light, faint, to the experienced eyes of another force user. He had instead of grabbing the force from everywhere nearby, like most would, he had thrown out strands of the force in all directions, thin strands almost undetectable, and they in return had pulled the force from a distance away to him, making it almost impossible to guage what he was doing.

This woman was intriguing him, making him almost wish he could turn her, make her an aspirant of the Dark Side such as himself. But she was too old, and had been warped by the whims of the Jedi council too long, so he would not attempt it. He had not yet lied to her, everything he had said was true, to a degree. He was not Sith, though for all events and purposes he would be considered by the Jedi as such. Rather he was renegade from them. His grandfather had taught him how to use the force, and his grandfather was one of the Sith from two thousand years ago. But he had destroyed his grandfather when his grandfather interferred in his studies of the temple. Since then he has had no master, noone to teach him more, instead he had taught himself everything he could.

Not a master himself, he had through the countless hours of training and meditation grown stronger and faster in all aspects. But at the same time he was not capable of the more advanced abilities of the sith. He could not throw lightening as did the fool Palpatine. But he did have one advantage. Duels. He had taken training with weapons since he was eleven and a blade in his hand was a second extension of himself. So proficient was he with a lightsaber that none that fought him had a chance. Not even his grandfather who did have the ability to throw lightening. No Myrkal was a fighter , when needed, but he avoided it. His philosophy was that a warrior who seeks a fight is a weak individual seeking to prove something, but the one that sought wisdom and knowledge and peace through training with the blade was a warrior of higher calling. He was the latter.

Absent mindedly he reached down and ran his hand over the two lightsabers that were previously hidden under his duster. Then realizing that Tatane had most likely seen them he stopped and looked at her an odd expression on his face.

Tatane smiled almost wistfully at his words, her eyes still distant as she took into mind what he told her. "It is a pity, that I cannot learn from you what you have to offer. But I am already too drawn into the teachings of my Order, too lost in the life that I have lived. I am not ashamed, nor am I regretful, and yet at the same time I can't help but wonder what it would have been like, had I not been a Jedi. Perhaps you could have been like a master to me, but ... not in this life. Not now, when things are different." Her smile grew brighter then as she traced the rim of her glass with her index finger.

"Your words have deep meaning of which I may reflect upon for, perhaps, many years to come. And I appreciate them, as you may appreciate the fact that they have not fallen upon deaf ears," she said gently. She was sincere, in fact - there were no lies in her words. She was very grateful for what light he did shed upon her life, and yet at the same time she could not help but wonder if he was, as one that so evidently practiced the dark arts, simply attempting to strike her intelligence with things that he knew would interest her. Perhaps it didn't matter. One way or another, they would have to part company, for she was going to Naboo, and there her story would continue. There, his would not. His went on elsewhere.

"Your words, in fact, are something that I could agree with, to an extent. There is nothing wrong with gaining knowledge, and sometimes there are things one must do to acquire it that others may not agree with. That should not matter, however. Others do not matter, when it comes to their opinion on how you should live your life." She grinned at him, feeling that she was ranting... going on and on about something that he probably already knew.

Her eyes flickered, noting his lightsabers, but she was silent at first. She had, to tell the truth, expected them to be hidden somewhere on his person, for what more proof was there than the man himself, sitting there before her? He practiced the Force as she did, so why would he not wield a lightsaber? It was no shock to her in the least.

"What color are they?" she inquired conversationally as she turned back to her glass. Removing her finger from the rim, she picked it up and stared at the half-empty, translucent material. "Seems that you dual wield, am I correct? Another similarity between us, if so. Mind, however, are short lightsabers - a bit different, I hear, to adapt to when compared to the norm."