Rocks, nothing but rocks. It was a horrible planet. A planet of canyons upon canyons upon canyons. Yet it was here that the feeling emanated from. Here that his senses had drawn him to. No matter how much he had tried to distill the urge it had kept coming back. Eventually he could no longer put it off, eventually he had taken his ship, left his hideout on Nar Shadda and allowed the Force to be his guide. His hand had hovered over the controls in his cockpit, eventually punching in the coordinates on their own accord. Coordinates that had led him here.

Four months had passed since Cor-Si had arrived at the home of Taja Loraan. A visit that had been very short lived indeed. He had gone there seeking answers, answers to questions he didn't understand. Answers he had never received. Instead he had been dragged along to Vjun with a woman he was quite sure was insane. Once arriving on Vjun he had immediately made excuses to leave and had never returned. Instead he had returned to his former ways of studying the Force through what little knowledge he could find in references and a holocron he had managed to buy on the black market.

Two months after escaping Taja, Cor-Si had began to feel a need, no a desire to leave his hiding and seek out a powerful force user. Fearing that it was Taja, calling to him again he had tried his hardest to ignore it. To ignore it in the vain hope that the urge would leave him. It hadn't. over time it had constantly increased to the point where he had snapped in the middle of a Nar Shadda walk way. He had been heading back to his apartment having just been to a repair shop looking for a replacement part for his refresher when a man had asked him for change. At the time, the urge was calling to him stronger then ever. His mind felt awash with the need to scream out. And scream out he had, mentally. He had launched a devastating force scream straight into the mind of the beggar, one that had leaved him dazed and pleading for help. It had been the pleading that had made him snap. Pulling his lightsaber from his belt, he ignited the blade and slashed it in an upward motion that cut right through his right hip to his left shoulder. Fearing that suspicions would be aroused he had rushed back to his apartment and not left for two and half weeks, barely surviving on rations.

Eventually the urge had become too much, the desire too strong, and that had led him here. His ship was concealed in a dark cave. A cave that had previously been occupied by an animal of some sort. That animal was now dead. Leaving the cave Cor-Si had pulled his black hood around his head and began a long trek to find the Force user who had been calling to him for so long.

After an hours walk through treacherous alleys and ravenous canyons he had come across a temple. There was nothing grand or extravagant about it. In fact at a first glance it merely appeared to be another part of the rock surface. Cor-Si didn't doubt that if it hadn't been for his Force senses he would never have found the temple in the first place. At the bottom of a great many steps he waited. Waited for the Force user to reveal themselves.

How long had it been since he had last visited the temple? A minimum of two years, seeing as that was when he was imprisoned by the Black Dragon Empire on Kessel. Had been somewhat hard to do anything even related to the Force given the bindings that they had imprisoned him in. He'd been cut off from the source of his being and it had nearly killed him. As it was, he was lucky that Dolash had even come across him.

Then he'd travelled the galaxy, running from those that sought to kill him, not daring to venture back to Tholatin while it was in the hands of his mortal enemies. Those that had destroyed a faction that had denounced warfare because it fit into their own sadistic schemes. Some of his people had been severely traumatized by what had happened to them. Some had been turned to the enemy's side, some had been killed for refusing.

Simply put, it was a mess.

When Kamon had heard that the VC had come into possession of Tholatin via a trade with the Dragon's, he head immediately moved swiftly and quietly to the planet, hiding his identity from people that didn't need to know it. Some of his old Royal Phalanx Guard Corp had come with him, all of them having disguised themselves on the flight. As it was, the VC still didn't know he was there. No one did but himself and a handful of his most trusted people.

Eventually he'd come to move to the temple, having deemed it a likely place to call home for the time being. Nobody went there so it wasn't likely he would be found out. The building had fallen into disrepair over the past few years, though was in good enough shape that it could be lived in without danger to those that did so. Still, the temple was kind of eerie, especially at night.

The first hint of a presence moving towards the temple had caused him to snap his eyes open from where he had been meditating. His immediate move was to hide his presence, keeping him from being felt by the one that was coming. Moving from his position, he disappeared into the shadows, moving towards the entrance to the building where he finds a man standing. Hands immediately move towards his sabers, gripping onto them while he leans back into the shadows.

"Who are you and why are you here?"

The voice was hoarse. Hoarse and rough. Turning his head in ever direction, Cor-Si's eyes scanned the immediate terrain for the person who had spoken. They found nothing. Could the voice belong to the Force user whose presence had called to Cor-Si for so long? Mentally shrugging Cor-Si decided there was only one way to find out.

"My name is Cor-Si Dejourn," his voice issued out, a loud, confident voice without a hint of fear. "I come seeking a powerful Force user. I know not his name but his presence has weighed heavy on my mind for some time, his senses have drawn me toward him."

Peering into the dark shadows that stretched from one wall to another, Cor-Si still concentrated on finding the mysterious man. His rudimentary Force senses pushed outward as far as he could muster, desperately trying to seek the owner of the voice. Suddenly there he was. A small presence in the back of his mind. Though Cor-Si could still not visually see the man, in his minds eye he could detect his presence, though faint and growing more distant by the second. Almost as if the Force user was shutting himself off from the Force itself.

"Please, I need help. If you have talents of the Force then at least grant me audience to beg for my case. I promise that I bring no trouble with me, nor shall any follow. All I ask for is a moment of your time to explain myself."

The presence in the back of Cor-Si's mind dimmed even more. Dimmed to a point where Cor-Si could only detect a small part of it. Almost as if trying to look for a small hut in the middle of a sandstorm at a distance of a hundred meters. As if by trickery, a man appeared. Walking from the shadows that clung to the wall the man stood firm in the winds that whipped around the temple.

"Thank you." Cor-Si spoke.

It was with tentative measure that Kamon stepped from the shadows, hands still holding onto both of the lightsabers that had only moments before been clipped to his belt. With a shrug of his shoulders the hood fell down from his face to display his features to the person before him. Not only did he not know who this man was he didn't trust him yet. Too many things had happened to him in the past and it would take time to trust anyone again.

"A moment is all you have. I don't live by myself here because I spend time with people."

Inside of his head he was surprised that even he had said that. Though his face didn't show the surprise that he felt, it was still there. What had caused him to act so funny all of a sudden? Oh.. right.. he'd been locked up in a cell on Kessel by those bastard Black Dragons. That had done a lot to him, like turn him into an emaciated human being. Granted he had gotten better since then, but that wasn't the point.

"Now that you can see me I'm sure you've probably seen my face before. Which means that I either end up trusting you or I kill you."

With those words, his thumbs flicked the buttons on each of his lightsabers, igniting the blades. One a white blade given to him by his former Master and friend, Gash Jiren. The other was a gold blade given to him by another one of his former Master's none other than Cole Donovin. The first had been a wedding gift, the second a birthday gift. Both were special to him and he had forced Dolash to get them back for him when Dolash rescued him.

Taking a few steps forward, his face showed calm and resolve. It was obvious that he wouldn't fill any remorse for killing the person before him if he turned out to be something that he wasn't. Kamon was Rogue. The codes of the Jedi weren't a restriction for him. He had more freedom, more abilities available to him. There would be no penalty for the death of Cor-Si.

"How do I know you aren't a spy for the Black Dragon Empire?"

Cor-Si watched as the two blades sizzled at the air around them. A silent gulp forced it's way down his throat. Whilst his ability to use the Force had increased over time, his skills with a lightsaber were still very sloppy at best. With slight apprehension, he started to think of ways in which he could prove his trust to this man. Prove his worthiness to learn from him.

"Were I to say I was a spy for them, then what? Would you cut me down right where I stand? Would you find an alternate way to keep me quiet? Don't get me wrong, friend. By no means am I confessing to being a spy, I am merely curious as to what the result would be. For inevitably there is no way that I can prove I am not, which means it will be your decision to decide what I am. Eager student willing to learn, or shifty spy for the seedy BDE. And when you make your choice, there will be a fifty - fifty chance as to which outcome I receive. Death or training.

You want proof as to my allegiances, then I shall give you that proof. I am a Force user. My general duty is to the Force. My allegiance is to the Force. Beyond that I owe no one nothing. Thats the way my life is, that's the way I like it. Simple as. You want proof of my Force powers. Fine, Proof you shall have."

Reaching out with his mind Cor-Si felt his surroundings. He narrowed in on everything he could detect. Every life form, every plant. Every move of the wind to every sandstone that fell from the rocks. The rocks, that had been what he was looking for. Drawing on the Force he began to lift several of them into the air. One by one he threw them in the direction of the man whom carried lightsabers. Each one shot through the air, a missile guided by Cor-Si's mind.

It was obvious that the man would detect them. Not only through the force but through simple sight. As for how he would react, how he would treat this threat, be it as a demonstration or a vicious attack, was entirely guesswork in Cor-Si's eyes. Moments before the rocks reached the face of the man, they spun off, each one barely skimming past the mans body, each one crashing into the surrounding walls.

"That is the best I can offer you. You see now that I do have control of the Force. Even if that does not prove I am not a spy, at least it proves part of what I have told you is truth. Now please, make your choice so that I can begin to learn, or face my death proudly."

Not a muscle moved throughout his entire body as the other man moved multiple rocks in his direction. When they flew around him, the only perceptible movement was that of his gold lightsaber, moving slightly to block a stray bit of rock from his face. The rock was obliterated, turned into floating clowds of debris which wafted through the air around him. Even that drew no reaction from him.

Though, if one were to notice, Kamon was in deep concentration and had a massive hold on the Force. Perhaps Cor-Si didn't feel it, or perhaps he just didn't do anything to stop it, but Kamon had invaded the other mans mind, delving into his thoughts, looking for inconsistancies or anything else that might say that the person who stood before him was in fact a spy for the Black Dragon Empire. What he found was actually quite surprising.

Lowering his lightsabers to point to the ground, his thumbs flicked the switches and turned the things off before hands spun them around and moved to attach them to his belt. They hung there, ready to be called at a moments notice, but they were not apparantly necessary as Kamon moved his hands behind his back, resting them in that position.

"I kindly ask you not to be throwing anything at the temple. I built it myself with my own bare hands and the assistance of the Force. I'd rather not have it damaged."

A different tone of voice had emerged, though only slightly different from the one that had appeared only moments before, the one that had been so demanding of answers and so quick to decide fate. Instead, he definately seemed much calmer than only moments before. Eyes stared out at Cor-Si with a piercing gaze, watching him, taking in everything from how he stood to the clothes he wore to how many times he blinked in a minute. Everything.

"I will take you as an apprentice on one condition. You may not ever speak my name unless I am present and unless I say my name first. Understand?"

His brow had furrowed, honed in upon the man for a few moments before he moved to speak again.

"I am Kamon Vondiranach, lawful ruler of this planet, enemy of the Black Dragon Empire, enemy of the New Order, one of the last Rogue Jedi Knights, and if you wish to know I'm an escapee of Kessel."