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Evelyn was again impressive, taking two at a time. But Del felt the Dark sweep in fast and hard and before he could react, she had ripped into one of them. His blood spilled all over the street and Evelyn came away covered in it. The Dark swelled even more and Del felt like it was laughing at...

Evelyn's take down was fluid, graceful. Del watched with admiration but also apprehension. It was definitely a fight now. With no choice but to act, he moved between Evelyn and the rest of the thugs, intercepting one who was running at full tilt with a knife aimed for her heart. The criminal...

Del saw Evelyn tense, her eyes taking the situation rapidly. She wasn't scared - well, she was - but she kept that fear in control. Something about her posture reminded him of something. Martial training. maybe military. Her eyes were keen, though. "This your date? Babe, I think you can do much...

Del sensed Evelyn's nervousness. His staff felt heavy in his hand, reminding him it was there at any moment. If any of these men made the wrong move, a heavy length of metal was waiting for them. It had been awhile since he'd put somebody in their place; truth be told. he missed it. Fighting had...

Del felt a presence pass over him, prodding. He wondered if Evely even knew she could do that, or if it was totally subconcious. Either or, Del relaxed, letting her in just far enough to find what she was looking. Whatever it was, she seemed satisfied with it and retreated. "Weapon, tool...

Evelyn would come. The Force had put him here for her, to balance the Dark and Light inside of her. It wouldn't fail now. Sure enough, footsteps came quickly out of the cafe. The Force spread apart to let her presence through until finally she was behind him. Del smiled as she spoke. "Your...

"According to you, the Jedi can't help me. So what the hell am I supposed to do?" Lost. Del detested the feeling of being lost. Evelyn was there right now, lost in whatever tragedy had thrown her so wildly into the Force without her even realizing. Now she stood on the spectrum, the Dark and...

Del listened to her speak, saw her struggling with something - her past, most likely. It was clear that at one time she need the Force and it hadn't been there. The same had happened to him many, many times. "Master, please don-" Del's head snapped to the side from the impact. Again and again...

"And how exactly do I do that? Sit cross-legged with my eyes closed until the Force deigns to send me an epiphany?" Del shook his head at Evelyn. She thought of the Force the Jedi way. Furthermore, her hardship had made faith an enemy, as his had long ago. It was only when he'd stopped treating...

Del's face shifted to worry as Evelyn's emotion slid around inside her. Awe. Anger. Guilt. "Chance. Luck. Your own skill. Sometimes things don't happen for a reason - sometimes they just happen. And there's nothing we can do about it." "You're right. The Force is not some god, guiding every...

Del felt Evelyn's skepticism before he saw it play out across her face. Not a believer, then. It didn't rightly matter. The Force was in and around everything, whether Evelyn liked it or not. Still, he understood her apprehension. The Force had been twisted, by the Jedi and the Sith, into a...

"The Force." It was a simple answer, and true. The Force was his guide, having led him through the Outer Rim, across the unknown regions on the edge of Darkness, and here, to Ord Mantell. It was the only thing he had. It was lonely, but at the same time he was never alone. He closed his eyes...

Del watched the bartender go, giving him an awkward smile. Then he watched the woman think as she nursed her wine, probably considering how to handle him. He didn't know how to handle her, either. With a nervous hand, Del griped his staff, the cool metal calming him enough to think. "Sometimes...

"You make a habit of telling strangers what they should be drinking?" That did not sound good, not at all. Del suddenly had the feeling he had misstepped. Now he was really out of his depth. How was he to fix this? It was at time like these he wished he knew how to mind trick. He turned to the...

"Coffee," Del said, placing his hand on the woman's shoulder. He had nearly no idea what he was doing, but she needed someone to step in between her and the conflict she was having with herself. He looked at the bartender sternly. "Get her some coffee." The bartender gave a look to kill, but he...

Del thought of Vasi, his old friend, as he followed the woman. Her pain reminded him so much of Vasi, and how he'd lost his way. The Force was with her as well. He knew that it could bring serenity or chaos. He had been on both sides himself, and the latter was somewhere he never wanted to be...

Ord Mantell was a new place for Del. He stepped off of the shuttle, pulling down his head wrappings to get some fresh air. He breathed in, then out, feeling the space around him. Everything was calm. Almost everything. Someone was in turmoil; pain and anger, mixed with fearful hope. It was a...

NAME: Del Vasi AGE ► 27 SPECIES ► Human HEIGHT ► 6'1 WEIGHT ► 175lb EYE COLOR ► Brown HAIR COLOR ► Black HOMEWORLD ► Unknown GENDER ► Male FACTION > Indie RANK ► None FORCE SENSITIVITY ► Low BIOGRAPHY Del was taken from his home by an upstart band of dark Force users. He has flash memories of...