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[Lilith Vye]

Bespin, early morning.

Lilith wasn't wearing anything special; in fact, if it wasn't for a certain unfortunate fact she would've blended into the crowd easily. Her clothing colors were mostly browns and whites, nothing fancy and mostly dull. She still had her weapons on her belt, obscured by a brown coat over top. The only issue was her wounds. She'd been bleeding from her right leg and forearm rather extensively; they'd been cut down the front and side respectively, from something that didn't look human made. Her lip had also been bleeding, though much less, and only from a tumble that left a few more bruises behind.

But she'd sliced into a certain Jedi Masters X-wing, looting the lone medkit there. Bandages were wrapped around her forearm and leg, but the blood had soaked into the whiteness of her clothing. It would've made people double-take her if she'd tried to go to a hotel or back to her ship especially with her having trouble walking at the time, and so she'd slept inside his X-wing for the night.

It'd been a cold night, but she had her signature smothered. However it was not long after the sun rose that she sensed him near. She wondered if he could still sense her when she smothered her signature, if he got close enough. There was something about their connection she didn't quite understand.

When she finally heard the foot-steps she got out of the cockpit and walked out in front of him, ignoring the pain for the most part. The few hours of sleep and patches had done some decent work. She tipped her heard, staring at him. Her eyes did not have anger in them, for once. If anything, she looked confused and suspicious. "I thought a rendering of my face would be plastered everywhere by now," she said instead of a greeting, referring to the first time he saw her out of her Rain outfit.

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[Oren Zapan]

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Between the constant bouncing from the Core Worlds to the Fringes of the Outer Rim, Oren Zapan hadn't had much time to simply recollect his thoughts or his bearings. He had sought out Bespin in particular, it was out of the way from the common places one would look for a Jedi Master, and there was familiarity with the place. An old friend that he had known from his time in prison was now living on the Cloud City, and so the two of them had gathered and reminisced over times spent in the confines of that Coruscant prison cell. He only allotted himself one day, and then he'd be on his way.

He stepped out into the Bespin morning, ready to head on to his day. He wore a simple synth jacket, with a black undershirt, and a pair of brown smuggler's pants, which had been tucked into a set of black jack boots. His lightsaber had been hidden away within the breast of his jacket, and the sound of the metal clanked with each step.

As he approached his aged and ancient X-wing, he felt a disturbance or the trace of something vaguely familiar. That was when he saw the familiar pale face from Nar Shaddaa. Her neutral jacket and clothing gave her an eerily Jedi appearance, though the whites of her fabric had dried with a brown crunchy looking blood. He saw the bandages, and the bruised lips--she looked like utter kriff.

He listened to her opening with a slight frown, his concerns mostly mattered with her wounds. "Yeah, well..you've known me for how long now, am I really that simple of a guy?" He'd ask, slowly approaching her, his words soft. "You look terrible, something happen to you--do I really want to know?"

He'd pat against his bag, with a sigh, "Let me tend to your wounds, I've got some robes, and a tunic..it might be a bit big, but it's better than that." He'd say with a soft smile. If she listened he would throw a large brown robe, to cover her bloodied clothes, and would begin to lead her towards the hotel room he had been staying in.

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[Lilith Vye]

He was right, which was a very rare thing in her experience. He wasn't simple, maybe that's what kept bringing her back to him, although deep down she knew it was the Force she wasn't ready to admit that.

She wasn't ready to say anything really when he finished his offer either. Against her better judgement she allowed him to place the large brown robe over her, and followed behind him slowly. How irregular and stupid was it for a Sith to accept help from a Jedi and just... follow behind him?

Was she insane?

Nevertheless she followed suit, despite having some trouble walking still. When she made her way into his hotel room, the moment she saw a bed she walked over and sat down on it with a deep sigh. Actual comfort made her to her body somewhat relax, but it lasted a short amount of time. She tensed back up when she heard a sudden sharp scream in another room, though it turned out to be someone laughing it reminded her of why she was here. She still had so much gnawing at her mind. "Oren..." she began, staring at the floor. "I tried to stop them, but I couldn't get past all the beasts."

He'd feel a mix of anger, sadness and frustration churning inside her, bubbling to the surface in greater and greater amounts. "This group... they stop here to do trade-off with hunters that procure rare beasts and what I assume are slaves or the poor. I found out through one of the small underground rings that pit them against one another." Lilith's fingers dug into the bed sheets somewhat. "I saw mothers and children, Oren. I heard...I heard a man slowly get eaten alive..." Lilith covered her mouth, fighting back the sudden urge to lose everything in her stomach, even if she hadn't ate in days. Out of everything she'd ever heard, ever seen on the home world it had been nothing like that.

She lowered her head even more, and he'd be able to hear the fabric beneath her fingers almost give way to her increasing grip. Her voice lowered, "I want to kill the sellers. I want to rip their karking throats out."

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[Oren Zapan]

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The walls of the hotel room were lined with pristine white panels, and a marble white floor, it was bright, a bit too much for the aging Jedi Master's preference, but it was enough. It was strange, he knew this young woman for close to three years now and still hadn't known her name. He knew her nickname of course, but he refused to refer her by it. It was a part of her, but they all were more than just petty titles.

He would place his bag down on the bed as he felt Lilith ease her wounded self along the sheets, but any comfort she had didn't seem to last. He would slowly remove a cream colored tunic, and a pair of baggy brown pants. As she spoke about the beasts and the poor citizens. It sounded disturbing and dark, and the thought of poor souls being eaten alive caused a soft shiver to run down his spine.

"We will handle the situation..." He didn't have a name for her, "But, you can barely walk.."

But, beast fighters and slaves would have to wait to be helped, she wouldn't be able to do anything in her current condition. He would sit down on the bed beside her, noting as her hands gripped the sheet of the bed. If she would let him, he would slowly remove the brown robes from around her, revealing the old bloodied clothing once more. He would bring his left hand up towards her face, the burned and charred grooves of the flesh could be felt against the bottom of her lip, as he would close his eye, his hand tingling with a soft sensation, as he transferred part of himself to begin to heal the wound--that is if she didn't pull away. "I'm going to have to see your arm and leg." He'd ask with a soft whisper.

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[Lilith Vye]

Her yellow eyes drifted to the tunic, then back to him as he took off the robe. The sensation she felt next made her afraid at first. The first time she'd felt it was on Naboo, and some of the events flooded into her mind. But then there was warmth, and it almost felt as if some of the Jedi's calmness was transferring to her. Because of this, she simply stayed still as she felt the pain and soreness in her face vanish.

Lilith blinked after and brought her hand to her face, brushing her fingers over where she'd felt the pain before. "That's.... life transference, isn't it?" It had to be what she'd felt, the Force told her so.

The young Sith looked away from the Jedi suddenly when he asked to see her leg and arm. A pang of guilt hit her like a truck before her mood changed somewhat. Maybe it wasn't as volatile of a change as usual, but there was still anger there. "Every time we meet it costs you something," she referred to the numerous times she'd hurt him.

She turned back to him, tears forming at the sides of her eyes, mixed in with the anger. "STOP IT! Stop being so weak and foolish," she said with a hiss. Then she pointed at his bag and followed up with, "Is there not any medkits in there?!" before grunting and turning her attention back to her wounds. Grabbing the bandages on her leg first, she unraveled it and paused as a greater frown tugged at her. She'd almost forgotten about the Force lightning scars on her leg, from when she'd helped Trys back on Nar Shadaa. Now she'd have another scar over top of it, from the large gash.

But she didn't linger on it long, unraveling her right arm too. Some of the clothing had dried into the blood near her wound, so she ripped out the cloth with another grunt. Blood trickled down her arm as she muttered, "When you act so weak it just... shows me why the Jedi have failed so much" while grabbing more cloth and ripping it out.

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[Oren Zapan]

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Oren's lone eye would narrow slightly as he watched the girl's emotions sway with his touch. All he had ever wanted was to assist this girl, and to show her that there was another way. He had tried to move on with his life, but it seemed she always had sought him out or the force pushed them together. It was true that a part of him was lost every time they had met. "You're right," he'd respond as he stood up from the seat, his hands resting on his hips as he looked towards

"You see it as a weakness, me helping you, helping others," he'd say sharply, at that moment she could see how tired he was, and his voice was filled with sorrow, "Those who choose to fight for the sake of others over themselves have found true strength, it's not about glory or praise, or for a way of feeling morally superior. It is who I am, and it won't change."

He would shake his head as he watched her wounds, "You want me to post your picture onto the Holonet, you want me to hunt you down, you want me to strike you down because then you could point to me as proof that the idea you have about the galaxy as being true. That everyone will abandon you, that everyone will cast you out.."

He'd motion towards the bag as he walked towards the door, "The galaxy is not a nice place, people are murdered daily, people rob and cheat. No matter the government it has always existed, my life hasn't been great, every person I've known to love has died. My two closest friends, my Master, I could have given in to anger and used it to justify my actions, but I choose not to."

His hand would rest on the button, as he went to leave the room. "Where you want your life to end up is not my decision, and it is not your Master or whatever dogma you attach yourself to either. You must decide how you want your life, and I truly wish for your sake that you find peace. But, I can't keep doing this, and you know that too."If she didn't stop him or choose to depart with him, he would descend out of the room, leaving her alone to think. He had tried, and he had shown her the way, it was her decision to make the steps towards redemption, not his own.

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[Lilith Vye]

She raised her eyebrow at his sudden outburst, but smirked a bit too. He was finally standing up for himself instead ideally taking the abuse, and that somehow made her feel better. But she spoke up at the end, "All this over a medkit" and laughed.

Lilith got up. "That's not what I see as weakness. I've helped milllions, and I will keep helping." She stared at him now. "It was against my better judgement but I accepted your offer to help me. You invited me here... now you're being pissy because I don't share your Jedi views, and wouldn't allow you to use your healing on my other wounds."

She grabbed his cloak and put it back on, because she still couldn't go out the way she looked. "I've never asked you to decide my future either, I'm forging that myself. I have been working towards a better one for years now, and I truly believe it is within reach" She sighed, shaking her head. "And I came out of your ship to you instead of sneaking away because you confuse me, you're a curiosity to me and I couldn't decide if... you truly cared or wanted something out of me. But I see now why you held back. You should know I also came out because I did not expect you'd attack me. Not because I wanted you to attack me for some... confirmation of how shitty the galaxy is right now. I don't need you to confirm anything."

The young Sith walked to the door, placing a hand on the Jedi and pushing him away from it as hard as she could. If anyone left, it should be her. It was his hotel. "You want to stop those men with me? I wont reject that help either, but I'll excuse myself now since you're clearly done doing 'this', whatever this is." And with that, she pressed the button and walked out.

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[Oren Zapan]

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Oren's would feel a hand push against him as she stepped past him, "It's not about a medkit," he'd groan, "It's about knowing and watching someone you care about go down a path that you know you can't follow." He'd take a deep breath, "I care about you, like I care about all my students..I know there is good inside of you, even if you don't see it..You spared my life, several times...when you and I both know that it would have been beneficial to you to kill me..."

He'd shake his head, unsure of why he kept doing this over and over, "You talk about this plan and saving millions of lives..but at what cost? Potentially trillions of deaths? I..just hate doing this, arguing, it feels like I'm preaching, and that's never what I wanted.." He'd place himself against the back of the wall, "I just know that I'm conflicted, you and I walk different paths, and I'm afraid...I'm afraid that one day you will be too far gone, too lost in the hold of the darkside, that we would have to fight...It's not what I want for you, I..don't want anything. Maybe I don't truly understand who you are, and I've been fooling myself."

He knew he was rambling. "I need to know...something, are you a Knight of Ren..do you know that man that butchered those innocent people on the screen?" He'd ask, "How is that saving millions?"

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