Penitence (TJO, Kalshion)
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  • Posted On: Oct 15 2005 6:49pm
It was interesting, or so Markis thought. The jedi apperently weren't the butchers he'd heard so much about before joining the Serendives Fleet. "So, the Jedi DO have a kind spirit, and welcome back those who have ruined there lives." he said, although in a low enough tone as to not be heard by any Jedi who might just be around him, as luck would have it, there weren't. "Wonder where Ruse went, he should've been back by now" he asked himself

Ruse was checking out the Temple, looking around it's exterior. How to get in.. how to get in... he asked himself a thousand times, he didn't see ANY way to get in. That mean's his mission just got a tad harder.. he knew for a fact that the front door was a dead give-away, the Jedi would know his intention before he even got past the door. He thought about it, and smiled, he had watched as some of the Jedi's younger students had walked out of the Temple, albiet a teacher with them or so he thinks, A knight perhaps? Maybe even a master? Either way he had an excellent idea

provided Lavality starts her training, she'll have to come out here sometime he smiled but then thought about. That damn Trandoshan has my sniper rifle though he snarled. I'll have to get it from him, hmm.. tonight perhaps, he is a sound sleeper but very poor when it come's to memory, if i just replace the sniper with a replica then it shouldn't be a problem the grin turned mischivious, he had a bounty to collect.. and now that a certain Trandoshan was here, namely Trazu, he had two bountys, and with the SON of this Trandoshan, that just made it THREE, although the trandoshan's son wasn't on the bounty list, he knew someone would pay him hansomely for the head. He smiled and then walked away
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  • Posted On: Oct 16 2005 2:27am
Trazu breathed a faint sigh of relief as he accepted his lightsaber back. Before he could put much thought into this development however, Silonik tugged on his sleeve, demanding his attention.

“Please stay a while.” The child said, his young lilac eyes wide and pleading.

“I…am not sure that would be wise.” Trazu said. “I don’t want to be a distraction and disturb your training.”

“You won’t.” Silonik insisted. “You can be a student too. Learn good things to replace the bad things.”

“The bad things one learns never go away my son….”

“But you can learn some good things to counter that bad can’t you?” Silonik insisted. “Aunty Varcanna said you were good guy once.”

If you can call being a vigilante being a ‘good guy’. Trazu thought with a faint chuckle. Now that he thought of it, he really wasn’t that much better before he went dark. “I can ever be the T’Doshok I once was…” He said.

“Who said anything about going back to how you were before?” Asri said. “I know from my own experience that it’s virtually impossible to return to who you once where after traumatic events. We all learn and evolve as we live in this galaxy, life’s experiences changing us in ways we never expect. All you can do is accept and learn from those experiences and move on.”

Trazu looked up at Asri, seeing the pain of her own suffering in her dark blue eyes. All of her words rang true. What he had recently experienced was just another one of those life experiences, but one which lessons must not be taken lightly. Several paths lay before him and he had to choice which one to take. The path of darkness he had already cast aside as not an option to take almost from the moment he had awakened.

He studied his saber once more, wondering what the best course of action would be for him. While the path of darkness was not considered an option, equally so was taking the path to become a Jedi along side his son. The reason for this was due to the very fact he was the only son of his father and in line to inherit his father’s place as Sha’tor of the Clan: to be both a Jedi and a Sha’tor just reeked of conflict of interest.

With that thought in mind, could he realistically even keep his saber as a personal weapon? He can’t become a full Jedi and only Jedi were allowed to have this weapon, or so he believed anyway. If he decided to keep it anyway, a change of color crystal was called for in his eyes: the red color would remind him too much of his sins.

That still didn’t solve the problem of what he should do now, but the more he thought about it, the more likeable the Jedi’s offer of staying a time to be with his son. Besides, the Jedi may be able to give him some ideas on how to redeem himself: he personally didn’t know what to do or where to start.

“My son’s suggestion has merit.” Trazu said finally, turning the hilt of his saber in his hand over and over. “I would like to stay for a while, but not only to spend time with him, but to reflect upon my past actions further under the teachings of the Jedi, if that is alright with you.” Silonik squealed and bounced around him excitedly, making it a little difficult for Trazu to ensure what he said next heard clearly.
“But I must make one thing clear: I cannot become a full fledged Jedi as my son will surely be one day. This is not because of the sins I have committed, but due to obligations on my homeworld that will no doubt conflict with becoming a part of the Order. Thus I do not know how much you are willing to teach someone who will not become a full time member.
“I would also like…advice…on what I should do to make up for my sins.” Trazu added. “As my people…are not exactly known for willfully doing community service for crimes they’ve been convicted of.”

Just as he finished speaking, he felt ‘something’ wasn’t quite right. Someone had ill intentions toward him and his son. He was thankful that his Force Sensitive was truly his own and wasn’t a ‘side effect’ of the spirit ‘living’ in him, but along with the spirit he had lost a lot of the control he had over the Force. Thus, he could not pinpoint where the threat was and could only hope the trained Jedi here could sense it as well.

Trazu actually wasn’t surprised he was on someone’s hit list, considering his crimes: he was expecting it to be honest. But the fact that the threat was also aimed toward his son bothered him: Silonik hadn’t done anything to any one. This meant the threat to him was likely aimed at his family as a whole. He didn’t say anything of it to Asri or Varcanna however, at least not yet, not wanting to risk alerting the threat to his awareness of danger. He planned to though, when this current situation was sorted out. One thing he was sure of, the threatening party wasn’t planning to strike right now….
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  • Posted On: Oct 16 2005 2:56am
Dolash had felt it too, that undercurrent, whatever it was he could see the concern suddenly visible on Trazu's face, and knew he had to act fast to avoid any panic or confusion. Calmly, he turned to Fwar and said "I will be preoccupied discussing arrangements with our guest, Fwar, for a good time to come. If you could, could you take your colleagues for a walk around the grounds? It might do them good and help take their minds off of things."

Fwar nodded understandingly, and Dolash felt the issue settled for now, his fellows on the job. With that, he turned back to Trazu, and said "The Jedi Order welcomes all, especially those whose need is tied into the Force. I am also sure it would benefit your son greatly for you to be here - unlike the Order of earlier years, family contact is not so restricted.

"More importantly, is there any other business of immeadiet concern? If not, it would be right of me to allow you inside now, to set up accomodations and so forth, and to discuss things in the security of the temple." Lavality was being looked after by a more senior knight then he, who was generally responsible for taking care of the younger members of the academy. With that being taken care of by others, Dolash felt he could focus on the issue of Trazu, Silonik, and this mysterious white Trandoshan. He stepped forwads, and said "Also, there we may discuss what happened to you, and what can be done in the future about it. Indeed, I would say that there is a great deal of business to discuss, not all of it best said in the open air."

Further off, Fwar met Shillia - a femal Devaronian, lanky and finely furred - and the pair began to patrol the outer edges of the Temple. "So, looks like Dolash let him off the hook. He's a sucker for a sob story, that one." said Shillia flippantly.

"No need to show such disrespect." said Fwar, his voice a tad chiding. "Dolash respects the fact that it was the spirit who manipulated our guest into his acts, he can hardly be held accountable."

Shillia snorted "Have you noticed everything Dolash does includes ghosts? Ghosts possess Yuri, then we go find a ghost on Ilum, now a reformed darksider claims 'a ghost made me do it'. Who you gonna call? Us, apparently."

Fwar just grumbled as they passed around the perimeter. "...I know we have not discussed this often, but with the nagging doubts of Dolash, you couldn't see your way clear to using your powers of forseeing, could you?"

It was a risky thing to ask, for rather personal reasons, but after a chilly pause the other Jedi nodded slowly. "Okay... I'll give a look, but I'm not Oblox, so no promises."

She closed her eyes, and reached through the force. She could see... a rifle... a wookie... a Trandoshan - one she hadn't seen before... a girl... a doorway-

She blinked awake in a start.

"What did you see?" said Fwar.

"...Honestly? I have no idea." Shillia said, and shrugged. What could that all possibly have meant?
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  • Posted On: Oct 16 2005 4:59am
Ruse stopped and stared forward. "Hmmm," he glanced over his shoulder and quick walked away from the Temple and toward an alleyway, as he had expected, he noticed a few jedi. "Blast..." he said, "I thought this device was suppose to nulify there ability to sense me... stupid peice of junk." he said and threw it out in the open then ran from the scene, and toward a theater full of people
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  • Posted On: Oct 16 2005 5:39am
Trazu nodded in agreement, remembering suddenly that the large, Force imbued sphere he had discovered on that one planet may be of interest to the Jedi here. Something like they certainly couldn’t risk being overheard by a…rival…party.

“I suppose you don’t need us here anymore, eh bro?” Varcanna said, getting his attention.

“I’m not forcing you to stay if that’s what you are asking.” Trazu replied. He thought a moment then added. “I only brought what’s on my back in terms of clothing. If you and Asri could pick up a couple extra sets for me from the market I would appreciate it.”

“You don’t need to send both of us Trazu, the Akisi should be capable of handling it alone.”

Asri snarled at Varcanna, looking like she was about to pounce on the red scaled female, but quickly calmed herself and affixed a cold glare upon her instead. Trazu himself was glaring at Varcanna. “You need to learn to get along with Lady Asri.” Trazu said sharply. “You will both go and do this.”

Varcanna visibly bristled at his order, turned abruptly and stormed out the gates. Asri sighed and followed her, shaking her head. Trazu sighed as well, wondering if he made the right choice in sending them together. He was confident Asri could handle herself if his sister decided to try to pick a physical fight with her, but there were non-violent means of hurting someone his sister could employ instead.

What’s done is done. Trazu thought as he turned his attention back to the Jedi and nodded for him to take lead.
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  • Posted On: Oct 16 2005 2:44pm
Dolash lead Trazu through the hallowed halls of the Order in silence, a silence made complete by thick stone walls and an atmosphere of quiet contemplation. Down the dormitory level, Dolash selected an unoccupied room - of which there was just too many these days - and took the key, passing it to Trazu.

"For the extent of your stay - and you are welcome for as long as you need - this may be your room. Simple as it is, it will allow you to move about, see your son, and discuss anything you may have questions over." Dolash then lead him further down the hall to a private room of reflection, one overlooking the temple grounds.

He seated himself on a simple chair near the overlook, and invited Trazu to do likewise. "There are some questions I feel I must ask you, Trazu, and I apologize if I sound abrupt but time may well be of the essence. You encountered a Sith spirit or ghost of some kind. The first question I must ask you is what happened to it, where it came from - any details you might know about it. I know it may not be pleasent to look to such a period in your past, but recent events make such a ghost-attack partcularly... worrisome.

"A Sith Ghost possessed and killed the librarian here in the Temple, and the ghost of a Jedi was found thrown out of it's place in the living Force and driven mad. It appears spirits are becoming restless, and it is of vital importance that you inform us of anything about this ghost that you could. Once more, I apologize for the abruptness of the question, but that may well be a danger near at hand if the Sith Ghost is still at large."
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  • Posted On: Oct 16 2005 9:53pm
Trazu accepted the key without complaint, not bothered at all by the simple accommodations: he had lived in even sparser situations before when he was playing Ranger. Before continuing to follow the Jedi he took a moment to address his son, who was tagging along with them.

"Silonik, why don't you go and play for a while. I'll catch up with you later." He said.

"Ok." Silonik said with a smile. "See ya later daddy."

He watched his son run off for a moment, then returned his attention to following the Jedi, who led him to a private room deeper in the Academy. He accepted the seat offered to him and listened carefully to the Jedi's question and concerns. For a moment he was quiet, thinking over how best to begin.

"The spirit that possessed me wasn't that of a Sith, but of something far more ancient and dangerous." He began. "Thanks to my recent 'experiences' with it, I know more about it then anyone else and it's story starts before my people became capable of space flight. It started....with an abandoned infant.

"The infant had been rejected by it's mother and cast into the harsh wilderness of our homeland. Why? Because it scales were white....it was an albino. A freak in the eyes of it's mother. It would have perished in the sun baked desert it was left in, if something truly supernatural had not interfered.

"This you may not be able to believe it, for I have trouble believing it myself fully, but a fallen deity appeared before that infant. This being saw this child as the perfect means for revenge against my people, more specifically against our primary deity, the Scorekeeper and gave the child the last of it's powers before vanishing forever. With those powers came a promise: as long as a piece of it remained, it's reign of terror would continue.

"The child was instantly changed, it remained white in color, but became much more monstrous in size and power. Within a couple years time it was attacking my people and no one could stop it. Unknown number of lives were lost to it's savagery. For the first time in known history, my people lived in fear, in fear of this K'Satizitus, or 'Blood Beast'.

"Then a young T'Doshok, my ancestor Tassu, proclaimed he saw a vision of himself slaying the K'Satizitus: no one believed him. So he was forced to go on his own to find the beast's lair. He found it and was miraculously able to slay the K'Satizitus, but nearly died himself: he was forced to consume the beast's flesh so that his body had the energy to heal itself. When he was healthy enough, he returned to civilization, bearing the K'Satizitus' head. He was proclaimed a hero and soon after he founded my Clan, the K'Satikur Clan. But Tassu did not know of the fallen deity's promise and had unwittingly allowed the K'Satizitus inhabit his body as a spirit, where it learned how to manipulate minds.

"The K'Satizitus knew it would be best not to try anything...outlandish...with the one that had killed it in life, so it bided it's time and transferred itself to Tassu's successor, his son Desik, when Tassu passed away. It was with Desik that it learned how to control it's hosts body, but only risked doing so when Desik was asleep. Desik grew wise to it eventually however and entered a battle of wills with it. Desik willed the K'Satizitus into submission and could now use it's powers at will. Or so he believed." Trazu asked for some water, his throat starting to feel dry already and this tale was taking a lot longer then he thought it would.

"The spirit, using it's ability to manipulate minds, drove Desik into conquests of power, driving the Clan to eliminate rival Clans, or beat them into submission. The Clan quickly became the most feared Clan in T'Doshok history and it remained so during the generations, as the spirit passed itself on from heir to heir, growing more powerful, and more difficult to control, over the eons. It wasn't until my grandfather, Chikonis, realized the danger the spirit posed and started researching the spirit's history, looking for a way to banish it. However by this time most of the records concerning it and the start of the Clan had been lost to time.

"He believed he found a way however, when he noticed that each generation of K'Satikur only had a single heir. So he split the line purposely, resulting in two half brothers, my father, Rissonik, and my Uncle, Tnossok. He made them promise to rule the Clan together, breaking centeries old tradition in the process. When he finally died, the spirit didn't pass on to either son, so it was believed the spirit was finally gone for good. But that was not the case." His water arrived and he eagerly took a couple of gulps before continuing.

"The K'Satizitus, wary it's secret would be found out, purposely didn't try to possess either son, deciding to possess an unrelated T'Doshok. However, it discovered it could not do this: for some reason, it could only possess members of my bloodline. So it again bided it's time, waiting for one of the brothers to produce an heir. As it turned out, our own violent nature worked against us and in the spirit's favor.

"Because the leadership arrangement of the Clan was so unusual, no one knew to take care to specify which brother they meant when it came to arranged...uh...couplings. I won't get into detail here, but ultimately the female involved, my mother, was taken by both brothers. A fight ensued between the bothers soon after and my father disappeared or a time as a result. With Tnossok in control, he took the liberty of slaying my father's offspring when the eggs hatched. Out of five hatchlings, only two survived: my half-sister, Varcanna, who was of Tnossok's seed and thus spared, and myself, my mother having had the foresight to hide me in a rival Clan before Tnossok arrived to do the killing.

"Knowing my sister was sterile, the K'Satizitus possessed my body, but didn't make itself first known until after I had become an adult, even then, I thought the killing state I was put into was just a berserk suicidal rage my people are capable of going into. It wasn't until Varcanna found me and told me about everything, including my heritage, that I found out about the K'Satizitus. I did not want it, but like my grandfather before me I did not know how to get rid of it. The best I could do was suppress it, only using it's powers when I had no other choice, and did so very successfully up until the time my lifemate died. The details of what happened with me after that you already know."

Trazu stood up and paced a bit, stretching his legs as he continued. "On to things you don't know, or may only have second hand accounts of, the spirit, in full control of my body, came here to attempt to kidnap my son, so it could groom him into a willing host in the future. It failed, thanks to the intervention of one of your Jedi Masters and, indirectly, my sister stumbling upon it's ancient skeleton by chance back on Trandosha, which in a fit of rage she destroyed, therefore weakening the spirits ability to remain on this plane. It was still strong enough to keep full control of my body however and fled back to Trandosha in an rush to secure the last part of it's original body. Before it left though, it had unknowingly informed my son it's secret, who passed that information on to my family back home when the Jedi Master sent a message to them to inform them of what had happened.

"Unfortunately," Trazu said as he sat back down. "They received that information late, as during the last few months a revolution started among my people, which my mother and father led. During that time, the skull of the K'Satizitus, which had been preserved and kept with the Clan since it's foundation, was stolen, with little clue as to who would have taken it. It was Lady Asri that figured it out and found the skull in the private quarters of a recently deceased Councilor, whom was an opponent of the revolution. According to Asri's accounts, the skull was able to defend itself quite well, but she quickly discovered it's limitations and resorted to using a explosive device. The spirit itself, with my body in tow, ended up entering the room just as Asri was throwing the device. The K'Satizitus was capable of stopping that device, but it did not and for what reason I can only guess: it was shocked to see another albino T'Doshok. Whatever the reason, it's hesitance cost it it's final anchor to this plane and it was forcibly removed from my body and this plane, freeing me...and future generations....of it's curse." Trazu took a deep breath. "And that's the full story. I honestly do not know if the K’Satizitus had anything to do with the spirit related events you described, but with the power it held I wouldn’t be surprised would have been disruptive on more the one plane of existence.”

***

Meanwhile, two certain females were having trouble agreeing on what clothes to get Trazu, let alone getting along in general.

"I'm telling you, he prefers black!" Varcanna insisted, ripping the cloths Asri had chosen out of her hands.

"He isn't wearing black now is he?" Asri countered, yanking them back. "I don't think he wants to keep up the 'goth' look these days don't you think?"

"How would you know Akisi?" The crimson scaled female hissed. "I'm his sister, not you."

"Just because you are related doesn't mean you would make the right choices for him. If he had a preference, he would have said so before we left." Asri added with a smirk. "Besides, variety is a good thing, you should try it."

"Just what are you trying to imply here?" Varcanna said warningly.

"I haven't seen you in anything but black pantaloons and vests, please tell me that's not your entire waredrobe..."

"What I wear is none of your business!" Varcanna snarled.

"No..." Asri said with a shrug. "But it doesn't leave people of a very good impression of you...."

By now it was a tug a war between the two females, with the clothing as the rope. It was here the salesman risked intervening.

"Hey! You rip it you bought it!" He yelled.

The females stared at him for a moment, making the poor guy feel like he was two inches tall, until Varcanna let go of her end of the clothing with an angry sigh.

"How about this." Asri offered. "You go shop for what you feel he would want over there and I'll do the same over here."

"Fine by me." Varcanna hissed. "The less time I have to stand next to you the better. Not like you'd be able to buy anything anyway since I am the one that knows the family account codes."

"Oh don't worry your pretty head." Asri said with a smile. "My recently deceased father insured I have plenty of credits to spend." To prove the point, she held up her own datapad.

Varcanna blinked in surprise at her for a moment, then turned a darker shade of red then Asri thought possible before storming off to another side of the market place. Asri could only chuckle.
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  • Posted On: Oct 16 2005 10:40pm
Maskis couldn't help but laugh, and the salesmen noticed him before anyone else there did. "Sorry.. sorry..." he wiped the water from his eyes. It was the first great laugh he'd had since the war between the wookie's and Trandoshans ended, or rather, a ceasefire was in effect

He looked up and at the white trandoshan. "Having fun I see?" he smiled at her. "Ahh.. where are my manner" he walked up to her, then bowed curtisuelly. "My name's Markis, High Guard for Lavality Sarendives." he said. "I have no rank, due to my position, although if the time ever came, a High Guard, at least in the fleet, would be higher than a Lt Coronal." Markis forgot he wasn't suppose to talk about the fleet outside, due to there numerous enemy, he caught himself but it was already to-late, the look of 'oh shit' on his face

***

Ruse was examing the rifle, Markis had left it with his things and apperently, unattended. He looked back and forth before picking it up, disassembling it, and putting it into a bag, then hefted the large bag, he soon replaced the same rifle with a replica he had just bought

***

The datapad Markis had been holding beeped and he looked at it. "Replica of the sniper rifle I have?" he said to himself. Ruse must've wanted a suvenir he smiled and looked back at the Trandoshan. "Something I can help you with?"
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  • Posted On: Oct 16 2005 11:35pm
Dolash was silently contemplative, absorbing the words of Trazu, his thought processes rolling along slowly as he spoke. Finally, once the story had been told in full, Dolash began to speak his own mind on the subject.

"I ask for your forgivness for me to use this term, but I must say that what you have told me is... interesting. From what you have told me, it is in no way your fault that this terror manipulated you and others, nor the damage caused. You are freed from it's influence, and that is what is important.

"What makes it interesting - and again, I apologize for describing it as such - is that there is a possible connection here. Possessions and gods tend to relate back to the power of the Force. In this case, clearly, it sounds as if the power that coursed through your bloodline was of the dark side. That makes things a little clearer to me, although as you are not fully briefed on what I'm talking about, its' reasonable that you might find what I'm saying confusing.

"There is a ghost that we have brought back to the temple, a dead being's remaining essence in the Force. Both Sith and Jedi appear to be capable of rising, meaning that if this thing you banished is of the Force, it may also yet return. We do not know why, or what may be causing it, but the Force is forcing out some of the more powerfully attuned, which is worrisome. If whatever is causing this were to bring back your curse, it's entirely possible your bloodline is still at risk.

"There is no need to cause a panic, but under these circumstances I must heartily reccomend that you consider training yourself in the ways of resisting the Force. If this... thing was of the Force, then it may be your only protection. Your son is training as a Jedi, and is under the watch of some of the most powerful individuals in the galaxy - I personally guarentee his safety, but if it comes for you when you are not here, you will need to be strong to face it.

"Also, if this was of the Force, it's prolonged heritage in your family would surely have left a trace, as evidenced by your son's Force Sensitivity. Here, you could learn to use these powers to defend your mind against the intrusion of such spirits.

"There are too many unknowns in this situation for me to suggest that leaving in the near future is a good idea. Until we know more about what possessed you and can assure that it does not return, it isn't safe for you until you can confidently protect your mind... not to mention, the minds of your companions." he added. "Your sister, at the least, may be at risk - perhaps easier to possess than you? You have built a lightsaber, but tell me, have you mastered the Force? It can help you protect yourself, protect others, and divine the truth about that which plagued you and the possibility of it returning. Here, you can learn of it.

"I am not necessarily suggesting you become a Jedi, but at the least, I offer you the chance to stay, to focus yourself, to find peace from the past and strength enough for the future. At the least, I am sure your son would be glad to have you here a while longer."

Dolash nodded, he was confident in what he said. Trazu needed some time, just what he did with it was less than important - he would become strong with time, but here, he would be under the dilligent watch of the Jedi until such a time as they knew that it was safe for him to go out once more.
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  • Posted On: Oct 17 2005 1:42am
Trazu listened carefully to what the Jedi said and didn’t like what he heard. Could it really be possible that after all he had suffered, all his family fought and risked their lives for, could be undone if the K’Satizitus managed to return?

“It did….often boost that it was a part of the Force itself.” Trazu said quietly. “And I have no reason to doubt the truth of that boost. The only thing I can think of that may possibly counter the possibility of it returning is that our deity, the Scorekeeper, no doubt would have taken the chance to destroy it the moment it was banished from my body. But the question that begs to be asked is this: had it grown powerful enough to defy even the Scorekeepers power? Has it become in it’s own sense...a god? I pray I am just being paranoid.

“But at any rate, you are correct on one thing, couple of things actually. There is little reason for me to doubt that the Force sensitivity both myself and my son possess was at least in part due to the spirit being almost literally a part of my family’s bloodline for so long. Force Sensitivity is extremely rare in my people and the sudden appearance of such a trait in my family line supports this conclusion. And you are right that it would be in my best interest to re-hone my skills to prevent possible repossession in the near future. Silonik, has the innocence of youth as his advantage to hone his own abilities. With him this....gift…of the Force can be used for good from the start.

“As for my own Force controlling abilities, I hadn’t had much chance to master any ability before the spirit convinced me to leave my Dark side Master: as long as I had the spirit, I didn’t really need him anyway, as the spirit was a rather capable teacher itself, when it wanted to be anyway. However, when it was banished, it took a lot of my control over the Force with it. So basically I am back at ‘step 1’ as it were: the only thing I am actually good at is my…” He struggled a moment to find the right term. “’Danger sense’ so to speak, which is something I always had, even back when I was a non-believer in the Force.

“In regards to my sister, I doubt the spirit would take much interest in her…since genetically she’s a ‘dead end’. We have a sort of ‘Force bond’ with each other, but she isn’t Force sensitive herself. I feel the greatest threat the spirit would pose, should it somehow return, would be to my children, especially Silonik since it already had made an attempt to kidnap him.

“Thus I agree with your suggestion to train in resisting the Force. For the sake of my family, if nothing else, I do not what them to suffer as I had suffered due to that spirit.”

He paused in reflection a moment, when a thought struck him. Could the Force artifact and the carvings in the catacombs around it be connected to all this? His memory of the place was sketchy, but he remembered the carvings seemed to detail important events in each sentient races history: he remembered seeing the engraving of his ancestor slaying the K’Satizitus’. Could it be that these carvings depicted not just any event, but event’s directly related to the Force? Now he felt it was the appropriate time to mention it.

“You said that beings once a part of the Force were being forcefully…evicted, I think I know of a place that may have some clues as to why.” Trazu said, continuing when he was sure the Jedi was interested. “Before the spirit took over my body, I was exploring a series of catacombs on a relatively unknown planet.” He described the carvings and how strange it was that it seemed every sentient race in the galaxy was represented there. “I admit I didn’t get a good look at all them, for there were far too many and to be honest, I was looking for a source of power to increase my own. Typical Dark side motivation actually. Anyway, I think it’s possible these carvings depict only events directly related to the Force, such as the image of Tassu slaying the K’Satizitus I mentioned earlier. There was something else there as well: a large sphere, one that is imbued with the Force. However I do not think that would be of any help in this ghost mystery: while it carried a message, it was one of warning. Unfortunately I do not remember what of. Even if I am wrong on the ghost relation part, it’s in my option it would be best if the Order took control of this place rather then a Sith: who knows what they could use it for.”

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“Ah yes.” Asri said, recognizing the male. “You were on the shuttle with us. Glad to meet a non-Clan member that didn’t either try to kill me or run away for once.” Asri chuckled half heartedly and bowed in return. “Asri, honored member of the K’Satikur Clan. And don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you slipped up: I’m good at keeping secrets.”

She pondered his question a moment. “Sure, you can tag along and carry all the shopping bags I’ll be fast accumulating.” When Maskis’ face had turned into one of pure horror she laughed and shook her head. “Just kidding. I’m only getting a few sets of cloths for Lord Trazu.” She flashed him a mischievous grin.