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His saber came up in a fluid motion to block the incoming shots from the Mand'alor, sending them streaking into the sky or into the ground. Teran was seeing red as well, and he wanted nothing except to avenge those he had lost. He was about ready to charge at Leandros and throw it all away when...

Teran's head was only starting clear when he felt something else cut him to the quick. It was a pain that had nothing to do with a head butt or a physical attack. It was pain that shot through his mind from death. Death of people he had known and cared for. Raged boiled in his chest. It wasn't...

The exchange was over, and it had been approximately equal. Well, maybe not quite, but close. He was shoving Teran back, which only added to the momentum that the Jedi was already putting on himself. He wanted the distance. He wanted a moment to catch his footing again. Teran's blade was still...

This was going to be another one of those fights where the person Teran was fighting was much larger and better armored. Maybe he needed to consider getting himself more armor for some of these fights in the future... a helmet, and maybe a chest piece. But that wasn't something he could worry...

Well he'd gotten into it now, but there wasn't any backing down. No death blows and fight to first blood. He worked to steady his breathing, standing to his feet and following the Mand'alor into the square where other helmeted warriors had gathered around. In some ways this was the safest Teran...

Tython was a world that radiated with the energies of the Force. Generations of Jedi had lived and died here, but the tethers of the Force linked them all together. Somehow when he walked here it felt as if thousands of Jedi eyes peered at him from beyond the veil of the Force, and it was...

Whether Leandros's comments were a test or not, Teran was put in a tense position. He had a proverbial gun to his head, but as he'd once been told: when you have a gun to your head the options aren't just to give in or die. You could take the gun or one of 142 other things. He'd been presented...

When Teran finished his proposal there was silence. There was a possibility that Leandros was actually thinking it over for that entire time, but Teran doubted it. No, he was fairly convinced that he just wanted the Jedi to sweat. But Teran didn't just sit there in silence when the Force was his...

Teran couldn't say that he was shocked by most of the arguments, but that was a good thing in his mind. If they were arguments he could anticipate, then they were arguments he could more actively refute. But he didn't just directly into arguing. It wouldn't do much good, and on top of that there...

Teran could hear the hustle and bustle before he actually saw the Mand'alor arrive, and as the armored man - no, the large armored man - came closer it finally settled in that he had actually just gotten himself a meeting with the Mand'alor. Kriff, how had he managed that? And more importantly...

Teran knew that this was a last ditch effort, and he wondered if he'd see another sunrise after today. He had no business being here and meeting with the leader of the Mandalorians. He was a Jedi Knight and a relative no one, but he'd managed to get this far. The agreed upon meeting place was...

He nodded as she talked about where the meeting would take place and what had happened with the prior meeting with the Grandmaster. She was still around, and he had already considered the possibility of Leandros demanding that she step aside. If that happened, he would cross that bridge when...

Teran was all for the Jedi and the Alliance to get back into the war, and he was happy to give his input on the war effort, and to join into it as well. He fully believed the Alliance needed to step up and do its part in the war effort. That was the same thing that the Mandalorians seemed to...

A part of Teran regretted asking the question as soon as it left his mouth, but you couldn't take back words. The storm of emotions that swirled within the General was clear and terrible. It practically slapped Teran in the face, but he also knew that the pain he had inflicted was not without...

Teran could feel the pain in her that radiated through the Force. She carried a burden that extended beyond just the holocron he now slipped into his bag. He could feel the history on the device, and he could almost see the fall of the Jedi 500 years ago. He had learned to control the flashes...