And I Am Torn

[Sabre]

The Jedi starfighter slid, elusively, through the overcast clouds morosely gliding over the rain drenched Yavin. Slipping through the water fogged air; it was not long before the ship was not 2 meters above the high canopy, swaying in the monsoon like storm. Cimmerii stared blankly out of the view screen; his hands wrapped tight around the steering grips. Slowly, through the white barrage ahead of him, he made out the towering structure of the old Sith temple he was heading too. Rumour had it that the “Black Space Pirates” were using it as a hold and core base, rumours do dire for the Jedi Council to overlook. The temple grew, and soon Cimmerii needed to look up should he want to gaze upon the peek.
With a twist of his leather-clad hand, the ship twirled freely into a docking opening, only to skid limply onto a worn rock platform. The docking opening was high, and the angled winds brought rain onto Cimmerii as he slammed his hand onto the panel beside him, opening the cockpit door.
Snapping his fingers around the rim of his ship he leaped himself out, spinning over the side and onto the wing. He was wearing his traditional Aiax light armour, and it exposed too much flesh to the barbaric rain for his liking. He reached his hand into the space where he had just escaped, pulling out several items in sequence. The first was his lightsaber; which he clicked onto his belt, the second was his blade sheath; which he swung over his head, binding it onto his back, the third were his two Aiax blades; which he skilfully flipped into their sheath’s, and the last was his flowing Jedi robe; which he stabbed his arms into, cladding it over himself.
He jumped off of the wing, his sturdy leather boots slammed down upon stone landing pad. He bounded forward, anxious to escape the rain’s bitter grasp. Reaching a steel door crafted into the moss slimed stone, he tapped his hand on the opening panel, forcing the door open, and allowing his figure to slip inside.

 

[limdul]

Kapar'in kept his Jedi fighter close behind Cimmerii's as they tore over the Yavin jungle. Master Methilus has asked him to accompany Master Cimmerii while he went to investigate rumors of pirate activity in the area. Kapar'in was excited at the chance to see a planet other than Coruscant, and the fact that Master Methilus felt Kapar'in was ready for such a task filled the Togrutan Padawan with pride.

The torrential rain was making it difficult to see past the front of his fighter, but his scanners were picking up a large temple-like structure on the surface that seemed to be their destination. Kapar'in's fighter skidded slighlty on the wet stone as he landed beside Cimmerii's ship.

Opening the cockpit, Kapar'in climbed out and attached his lightsaber to his belt. Since he had not constructed his own saber yet, he had borrowed one from the armory on Coruscant. Pulling his cloak on to shield himself from the driving rain, Kapar'in watched as Master Cimmerii activated a small panel on the wall that opened a door to the temple. Thankful to finally be out of the storm, Kapar'in followed Master Cimmerii inside.

"Do you think this is where the pirates are striking from Master Cimmerii? Something feels...strange here."

ooc: I assumed i would be lent an actual lightsaber for the mission. If not, I can change it.

 

[david]

((Does this have anything to do with the meeting aboard the Jedi venator on the old site?))

 

[limdul]

ooc: i am not sure...

 

[Sabre]

Cimmerii didn’t speak, not to begin with. He was to busy boring into his surrounding hungrily, with his ash black eyes. He had paraded into a corridor, lightless and soundless in all pretences of the description. And eerie song filled his sensitive ears, like a siren calling to him and the young padawan, a women crying, and laughing still. “Strange indeed, I can’t presume to know the purpose of the place however, it could be abandoned.” He said, in an oddly low voice.
With a sudden glitch, a bright beam of artificial light filled the corridor ahead. Makeshift lights lined the path ahead; there must have been a power failure before. “Follow me, quietly,” he said before slowly stepping forward and moving into a swift walk.

 

[limdul]

The oppressive darkness of the hallway pressed down on the two Jedi from all sides. Closing his eyes to center himself in the Force, Kapar'in reached out with his mind, but could sense nothing except the same feeling of "wrongness" he had felt when he first landed. Even with the hollow pockets in his head-tails, Kapar'in could pick up nothing around them except the cold, damp stone walls. In the distance, he could barely make out the strains of sound filtering through the temple. They did nothing to lessen the unease the Padawan was feeling.

Master Cimmerii's voice jolted Kapar'in back to the present. He opened his eyes in time to see the hallway burst into light as several batteries of lamps came to life.

"Yes, Master." Kapar'in replied softly as Master Cimmerii led them down the now brightly lit corridor.

 

[Matt]

*A soft pat of leather boots sluges though the thick mud created by the terrible rain that has been lashing down on the surface of Yavin for days...A single Danthiri walks though the mud alone...shivering slightly..he didn't wan tot amdi the was lost but ge wasn't entirely sure on where he was or what he was doing there...he wanted to see this galaxy but..maybe someone to show him the way to go or the way to find out where to go may of been more useful...things rush though his head quickly...blurring his mind as he walks though the planets mud...he was alone...Well he thought he was alone his arms wrapped around his body to keep himself warm*

 

[limdul]

In the back of his mind, faint against the haunting song that grew steadily louder, Kapar'in sensed another presence on the planet. They were not alone on Yavin, though this other being was still far from the temple. Kapar'in quickly refocused his thoughts on the present as Master Cimmerii led them further into the depths of the massive structure.