One month since Kamon and Syren’s first meeting.




A lonely soul moved through the routines of a Jedi in training. This soul was one full of heartache and pain. Great sadness had plagued this soul’s life. This soul longed for someone to ease its pain.

Kamon hooked his lightsaber on his belt. He was sweating heavily. He took off his shirt, and used it to wipe away his sweat. Entering his castle, he went to the chamber he stored his memories in. The chamber of his past.

Pushing open the door, he walked in and sat down. Dimming the lights, he began the holo show of his family and what it used to be. When it came to the security camera footage of his parents death, Kamon began to cry. It pained him to watch it, and yet he had to. It was the only way he would ever see his parents again

I must talk to Syren again. She is the only one I will be able to trust. That is once she trusts me.

He took a quick shower, and then boarded a Lambda-class shuttle. The shuttle exited Tholatin space, and headed for the outskirts of the system. Once there, it made a the jump that would take Kamon to Dathomir. Dathomir was where Syren was.

Hours past while Kamon played mind games to stay awake. A total of 26 hours after departure from Tholatin, the shuttle exited hyperspace. It was immediately hailed by the planet.

“Unidentified shuttle. Identify yourself.”

“Shuttle Tiberian here, control. We are a TDY ship.”

“State your business at Dathomir.”

“Business.”

“Shuttle Tiberian, you are cleared to land at pad VX101.”

“Thank you. Shuttle Tiberian out.”

The shuttle swooped in towards the planet. Breaking the atmosphere, the landing pad came into view. The shuttle folded its wings, and set down gently. As the ramp lowered to the ground, Kamon hopped out. He immediately sent out a call through the Force to Syren.

Where are you, Syren? I wish to speak with you.

A distinct life force was felt riding those unseen waves of the force from afar by the young Dark Jedi woman. Standing in the three seasons balcony off of her own private chambers, she gingerly runs a fingertip over the soft petals of an exotic bloom which somewhat resembles a real world rose.

"He's come."

[i]Syren mentions to her privately hired Stormtrooper, TK-118 without so much as a glance in his direction. There were numerous times when Syren has allowed herself to wonder just what the man under that armor looked like and it wasn't for another six months from his initial hiring that she was privvy to see for herself. Was he handsome? Most definitely.

Tall, dark hair peppered with a silvery-gray, an angular face and high cheek bones. Muscled, but not to the point of being revolting. His backside was a view to enjoy .. a shame that armor hides it most of the time.

A glance is bestowed upon that trooper now as she turns and saunters out, her footing sure and precise; as well as casual yet methodical. A thought is sent back to the Prince, [i]'Meet me in the lounge.'[/b], and that is precisely where she makes her way too with her private protector at her side.

TK118 escorts Syren to the lounge just as he escorts her everywere she goes.

He was hired to be her personal protector and so he shal perform his duty to the death if need be.

Syren has seen him in action before while protecting her, but what she doesn't know is that not only has he protected her when she wasn't even aware she was in any danger, but is also secretly in love with her.

But TK118 being the trooper he is he is swarn by his duty to do his job and let nothing get in the way of that, and to fallow the strict rules and guidlines that come with being a elite trooper. That includes no rec time, no fraternization, and NO RELATIONSHIPS.

So TK118 does his duty, never letting on to her or anyone else his true feelings. But it is these feelings that make him perform his duties that much better.

He will not let ANY ONE, harm her in any way at any time. This he has swarn not only to his honor as a Elite Stormtrooper but as a man in love with the woman he can't have.
They arive at the lounge and as always TK118 enters first to secure to room and make sure it is safe before she is alowed in.
Seing no one or nothing that could harm her, he steps to the side of the door and lets her pass.
"All clear ma'me" he tells her.
As she walks past him and into the lounge, he can't help but gaze apon her. Thankfully with the helmet on he can do that without her noticing it at all.
It's times like this that he wishes he wasn't a trooper, that he was free to live a normal life, one where he could fall in love and let her know how he really feels, but alas he can not.
"I will be standing guard outside the door ma'me if you need anything"
He turns and steps out the door. The doors close and TK118 stands at the ready.

Kamon receives Syren's message, and begans walking toward the lounge. He had already felt two presences in the vicinity. He knew what that meant.

Rounding the corner. He drew his lightsaber and drew on the Force.

"Don't make me use it, stormie. I'm not here to harm Syren. I'm here to talk to her. He continues walking down the hall toward the lounge. All the while his eyes were on the Stormtrooper.

Just then a dark figure rounded the corner. Black ceremonial armor, trimmed in crimson. A black cloak pushed back to reveal a staff with twin blades. It could only be..

.. An Imperial Sovereign Protector and his lethal glaive weapon. However, this was not only a Sovereign Protector but the leader of the remaining protectors and royal guards. Carnor Jax - who's predecessor had once held the throne of the Empire.

The Sovereign Protector moved with lethal grace, his glaive spinning deftly within his hands. Speaking through an armored, and sensor filled, helm his words snapped coldly.

"TK-118. You have betrayed the Empire by moving into the private sector. Renounce this childish behavior and once more serve your Empire with honor. If you do this, I will see to it you are assigned as Mistress Syren's personal guard."

The Sovereign Protector then turned his full attention to the Prince. His force sense flaring, if briefly, to let the other know he was not the only trained force user in this hall, withstanding Syren herself, of course.

"And you.. 'Prince' Kamon Vondiranach, if you can still be addressed as prince, will put away your weapon or be declared an aggressor and summarily dealt with."

The Sovereign Protector's words were cold and emotionless.. almost as if he were a droid, though those with the Force knew better. Yes indeed, Carnor Jax's presence could not be denied... to any, this day.

Kamon nodded, thankfully.

"I would like nothing better. I have had trouble with him already, and wanted to be prepared. And, no Jax, you don't have to call me a Prince. Just call me Kamon."

He extended his hand to shake the other mans.

The Sovereign Protector did not display pleasantries, and refused the hand. Not out of spite or anger, but out of tradition and training.

Kamon smiled.

"My bad. I forgot your training doesn't allow you to express formalities. Anyway, for what reason are you here, Jax?"

Kamon replaced his lightsaber, but didn't let go of the Force.

"He, along with the Stormtrooper.."


Syren begins as she turns and settles her gaze upon the Prince.


"..are here doing their duty. You wished to see me, Prince Vondiranach?"

TK118 is keeping a close eye on the so called prince. He is arrogant, self centered and rude, and he doesn't trust him one bit.
He giggles to himself when he sees the fear in his face as Jax is talking to him. He thinks to himself "Making friends all over aren't you Princie!? I told you to watch yourself."

As Jax walks back toward TK118, the stormtrooper stops him to speak.
Standing at full military attention TK118 says.....
"permission to speak freely sir......I have nothing but allegiance to the empire and will proudly serve sir. But with all due respect sir, I will protect Syren with or without permission. I have taken this position as a promise to a VERY close comrade. I hope you understand my position sir and will hold to your promise to assign me as her personal guard"

With that said TK118 stays at full attention awaiting Jax's reply, all the while watching the prince through the open door to the lounge, ready to act if the need arises, and this prince better pray the need doesn't.