Sister of the Eye of Palpatine (From Tython to Trouble)

[Damien Nightblade]

"I understand" Said the Jedi Master as he nodded his affirmations to the figure on the holocomm.
The image faded and crackled as it experienced some signal loss then faded away into black space.
Darix flipped the switch on his personal communication device and tossed it onto his desk, where it lay among various other odds and ends randomly strewn about.
Darix had been assigned to Tython as a temporary instructor. After the events on Empress Teta, he felt as if it were the least he could do to help his fellow Jedi. At least, in a manner that could be documented and considered within the appropriate actions of the order. He had always worked alone, accustomed to his solitude since a young age it had simply become his way. However it was a way that he felt was lacking in a sense.
During his time on the planet the force had been gracious enough to introduce him to Mepheysia Torlan, a young Jedi who spent more time exploring the archives and Jedi lore than any he had witnessed, her passion for knowledge reminded him of fellow council member Skhai Baatch.
as force would have it, his recent promotion to Battlemaster had given her reason to request a training session with him, where he extended the offer to train with him on a permanent basis.

He indulged himself in the force for guidance, being that it was their first mission together he had hoped for one that proved challenging enough to satisfying the needs of his training regimen as well as her desire to learn and experience what it was really like to be Jedi. However something about the assignment made him a bit restless.
There were other's that would join them. Roy R'yland, another Padawan, and Rhonun Tor a Knight. He was confident that between the four of them, the mission would be a successful one though he knew far too well never to expect anything about the Jedi way of life to be easy.

"Let's go Tee-Three, Mepheysia should be putting the final touches on her preparations."

The droid responded with a series of whistles and beeps as he lead Darix out of the room and through the winding corridors of the the Tython enclave. The temple was rather busy this morning; Jedi and droids alike all weaving seamlessly through the hallways passing and evading each other without the need for words. There was no doubt a lot to be done, which made leaving the temple that much more difficult, something about this place made him appreciate his stay.

"Yes, I'm sure she's coming. Why wouldn't she?" He said as the lift descended to the fourth sub-level of the temple, a cluster of docking bays reserved for the personal vessels of Jedi higher ups. The doors hissed open and they proceeded down the hallway to one of the docking bays further down the hall. "Yes, I told her, docking bay four. Have you lost all faith in me?"
The astromech responded quickly and sarcastically, though Darix, knew he was poking fun at him.
The doors opened and the Araels Wrath came into view. Unlike other ships within the hangar it stood alone, undisturbed by the various deckhands and technicians that scurried this way and that, rearming and refueling other ships

"Back to work" he thought, as he did an external inspection of the ship all the while going over the mission details, preparing to brief his new apprentice on the task at hand.

 

[Dragon Fae]

Mepheysia yawned as she tried to force her eyes open and glance at the data on the screen. Finding out just whom these persons were had proven more difficult than she had hoped, but she had uncovered quite a bit of information to pull through. Downloading what she could to her datapad, she cast a glance toward the clock. It was there her heart nearly stopped and her stomach turned and twisted. It was time to go and she had not packed a thing! She knew before rushing to the Archives that she was to be leaving with the Battlemaster in the morning, but she did not anticipate her search taking all night!

Frantically wiping the sleep from her eyes, she grabbed her datapad and hurried to her room. What a great impression she was making. How could she have lost track of time? Tossing what meager belongings she had obtained throughout her years here into a bag, Meph made quick work of packing. Her heart thudded in her chest for lack of sleep as her head felt as if it was flying as high as a bantha with wings (no one had ever seen one, but it was truly how she felt). She was running late.

Once her bag was packed, she racked her brain, trying to remember just where Master Darix had told her where the ship was docked. Getting yourself worked up in a tizzy is not going to help you think. Calm yourself, she coached her racing thoughts. Taking deep breaths and making an effort to slow her steps, she focused her remaining attention on the training session the previous day. Docking Bay 4

Ten minutes late was not too bad was it? Perhaps Darix would forgive her when he found out just what she had been up to...then again, maybe not. Perhaps mentioning it so early into their departure would not be wise. As the lift moved down to the sublevels, Meph jumped up and down a couple of times, trying to wake her body up. It was a good thing no others were inside to watch her strange antics.

As soon as the doors opened, Meph was on the move, her steps carrying her quickly to the door clearly marked as Docking Bay 4. The whoosh of the doors opening seemed louder in her ears, startling the poor Jedi as they opened. However, it was the sight inside that took her breath away. Araels Wrath's scarred and scored hull stood out against many of the other ships housed within the bay area. Still, the older ship seemed to dwarf those docked near to it. Nothing Tweeto had shown her prepared her for what her tired eyes beheld. "Wow."

 

[Damien Nightblade]

Mepheysia was met at waist level by a rather flustered and judgmental astromech droid. Hurried droidspeak indicated that although he had been around longer than most, his time was just as valuable as any other droids.
"I'm glad you could make it Mepheysia...although it seems you've upset Tee-three."
Darix said with a smile as the Padawan entered the docking bay. Araels Wrath, had of course seen better days, and although the ship was currently up to alliance standards, Darix preferred the exterior remain for the most part, untouched. Gave the ship a sense of character, shows that it's been around.
"She's beautiful isn't she?"

 

[Dragon Fae]

Meph nearly stepped back at the sound of the upset droid. His whistles and chirps did not sit well on her already frazzled and sleep deprived mind. "I'm deeply sorry, Master Talohn," Meph said, pulling her eyes from the ship to look him in the eye. "And you too, T3R0," she added, her gaze falling to the droid. "I know your time is precious. I really am sorry."

Her gaze lifted to the ship once more as Master Talohn spoke of her. "She's the biggest ship I have seen," Meph answered honestly, her stomach twisting in knots at the thought of space. She ws not the biggest fan of flying.

 

[Sirocco]

Roy had been looking around mission postings the day before and after a good read of books and study with Meph, when suddenly the name Palpatine came up in the briefing that the masters gave in the mission. Darth lord Palpatine being the greatest and most powerful sith to ever exist ever was something exiting to look upon once he found it so he requested to join. Having arrived seconds after Meph rushed into the hangar while walking with playful swagger and whistling a cantina tune, Roy grinned and waved at both of them as he took his time to stand before them.

Roy stood a healthy six feet tall and full of muscle and bounty hunter gear as he was ready for anything, enjoying in mixing his old and new life styles as best as possible for the greater results. The armor that Roy wore mirrored the ship of the battle master greatly: worn, used, slightly damaged, and dirty wich was something Roy would fix if he had the money for it. still, Roy was a great fighter for his age and title and used all his tools accordingly which made up for his weak armor “good morrow battle master, I am honored to join you and Meph in this interesting mission, you can count on me to not let you down in a fight” Roy said with a grin and a bow towards him in show of respect. Even though Roy was spotless clean and clearly smelled very good, he had the shaggiest hair and quite clearly did not like to dress in robes despite their properness. Tough his dashing farm hand looks and peculiarities where almost reminiscent of a dog or a wolf taking his loyalty and wildness into perspective. Nonetheless, he was a great fighter and was more than tested in the galaxy’s troubles and quirks.

Continuing to whistle but quitter, Roy pulled out a snack bar from his belt and proceeded to feast on it without a care for the world while offering two to them, quirky and peculiar. Wandering if they wanted him to bring his ship, Roy waited for orders from the master while his unusually fanged molars devastated the snack.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

Darix smiled as Roy entered the room shortly behind Mepheysia. Thus far all of his encounters with the young Jedi have been quite interesting to say the least. This time he took the time to prep himself mentally and physically by enjoying a helping of a nutribar he had stashed away in his belt. The Master appreciated the his determination and confidence he had within himself, it was a trait that many within the order still did not posses, though his time as a Padawan had not been his easiest days either.
"As long as you keep a clear head, and your thoughts remain in the present, I have no doubt of that my friend."

He redirected his gaze to Araels Wrath. The ship had been brought out of decommission and retrofitted to serve as the Battlemaster's personal vessel. His mobile command center stood proudly, in its isolation from the other ships in the area. He had given specific instructions to the deckhands and techs to leave the ship untouched without his direct order. Mepheysia's comment made him chuckle. She had spent most of her life within the Jedi though she kept to the archives and learning centers. Rarely had she ever been exposed to the life of a spacer let alone various vessels, especially one of this size and armament.

"Though hardly the biggest within the Alliance fleet. It's actually smaller than most of the main dreadnaughts and heavier command ships, though I wouldn't have any other. She serves me well."

He stepped towards the ship as the landing ramp descended slowly from its stern. He began the walk upwards and into the main hull of the ship. The echoes from his boots as they contacted the deck echoed with the purpose, and confidence he always felt before embarking on a mission, though inaudible among the noise of the docking bay.

"Perhaps we should take the time to familiarize you two with the ship while we wait for Knight Rhonun?"

 

[Dragon Fae]

Meph shook her head no to Roy's offer of a bar, not trusting her own stomach to keep much of anything down in her heightened wariness of the great black void. Though Darix's words were meant to soothe, they only seemed to unsettle her more. The Battlemaster had of course been aboard such large ships before. It would be expected of her as well. This was to be her life now.

Her eyes shifted to Roy's ease with the thought of the mission. True, he had been at the Temple longer than she. How did he cope? Or was he, like Darix, used to traveling among the stars?

Taking a deep breath, Meph followed Master Talohn into the ship, her wide eyes taking in every inch of the ship.

 

[Sirocco]

Roy grinned joyfully at the battle master’s words and invitations as he looked back at his life while the master’s words echoed on his head, he would not be alive today if he was not level headed and focused. Roy had seen things that would baffle even Meph so he was ready to meet even than strangest things imaginable, Roy did wander how he would become a knight tough. Pushing aside the thought as he pushed the energy bars into his belt, Roy followed them both into the impressive star cruiser tough he was baffled to know how they could fit such a thing into the temple. Roy looked at the ship with amazement even though he did not show it, he was too laid back for that, Roy wandered how long and how much did the ship take to build.

Roy new full well the scope of power that the eye of palpatine had with all the books of history he had read days before, the war would take a drastic turn for the best if they could get their hands on something similar. “master Talohn, do you think we could recreate the super weapon like the eye of palpatine if we were milling? It would take a lot of maturity to use it wisely and not become the very things we fight” Roy said in mindful meditation on how terrible the weapon would be in the wrong hands. The sith already had weapons that seemed to crush the Alliance forces but with a world destroying weapon, they would be nearly unstoppable.

The very idea made Roy’s skin crawl as the severity and importance of the mission was slowly becoming clearer, it was of grave importance that they get the plans. This mission could finally prove to himself that he was soon to become the very thing he wished to be and that he thought was only a dream. Determination filled Roy as this mission would truly see him grow, already filled with determination to come out of this victorious.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

As Darix lead them through the ship he allowed himself to pause and provide the hopefully Padawan with his outlook of the situation. He spoke cautiously, not to install a sense of paranoia or uncertainty within him, but to educate and open his mind to thought on a larger scale. One more in tune with the methods of the Jedi.

"Our mission is to obtain the plans to prevent them from falling into the wrong hands my friend, not so that we can take advantage of the knowledge and use it for our own devices. War is won and lost with soldiers, not weapons. What if we were to obtain the plans, and build this famed super weapon? Would we not then become the very thing we are seeking to prevent? It is for good reason the alliance and we as Jedi have not chose to recreate a weapon of that scale. We are here to protect, and provide hope, not instill a sense of oppression and fear."

He stopped for a moment in order to truly assess what he was saying. Yes Roy spoke truthfully in a certain sense, however these were the thoughts of warriors, soldiers, not Jedi. Some brief research of the young Jedi indicated that he had spent his previous days as a bounty hunter. The origin of this particular thought process no wonder, he had been accustomed to stalking and eliminating his prey. Although Darix's particular career path provided some empathy on these matters. He had learned to tread the line carefully, and always reminded himself that he was a Jedi first and foremost. His words were the response to a query, however they left his lips, seasoned words of wisdom and experience, to be learned from by all.

"Part of being a Jedi is to allow yourself to view the universe as a whole. To understand that as Jedi, our purpose here within this universe are to be the guardians of peace and justice within the galaxy. It difficult to fully comprehend, but all life is to be respected, in any form it may take. Be it the most minuscule single celled organism within the swamps of Dagobah, or the most feared and treacherous of Sith. Our mission here is to obtain these plans so that they may not be used incorrectly. Even if we had managed to create the weapon from the intel we gather, to unleash it on another being..would that not go against a large part of what it means to be Jedi?"

He enjoyed the philosophy of the Order and had rarely had an opportunity to engage in such discussions. It was his time with Mepheysia and her interest in such things that he had allowed himself to indulge in the deeper conversations, any conversations with others.

 

[Dragon Fae]

The very suggestion Roy made brought chills to Meph. Her eyes shifted toward him, unsure if he were serious about them using such a horrible weapon. If he could verbalize it then surely there were others within the Gallactic Alliance if not within the Jedi had also had thoughts of doing so. War seemed to bring out the desperation and fear within even the minds of pacifists. Her eyes then darted to her Master, the one who had resorted to deeds that his rank and position required. Luckily, he felt much the same as she in this matter. Realizing she had been holding her breath, she exhaled and relaxed.

"Then such plans should be obtained and destroyed, should they not, Master Talohn?" she asked him. "If we truly wish to keep anyone from using such a weapon of mass destruction, it should be destroyed so that no being can recreate it."

 

[Sirocco]

Roy felt like he was misunderstood but the answer that the battle master came with was very satisfactory, a weapon like that would truly bring corruption no matter who welded it. Roy felt that maybe he should have voiced all that was in his mind for the sake of Meph beside him tough there was a small possibility that master Talohn knew what he was thinking “I feel as if you two misunderstood me, mostly Meph and maybe that is my fault. I never intended for the order to use such destructive weapon but I wanted to be assured because what you speck is what I thought too master.” Roy was a bounty hunter before, sure, but he had the heart and soul of a Jedi and his bounty hunting was not without moral which was something a lot of Jedi seemed to misunderstand. Roy thought that destroying the plans could be a more viable option but it was best to leave to the wisdom of the counsel.

“I have been tested in the ways of the Jedi long before I joined the order master Talohn, but I wish to discuss this in our way to the plans. As for the plans, I believe destroying them would be a viable option but I know the counsel has a better insight in this” Roy stated but with serine calm that showed he was truly focused even when appearing not to, his green eyes studied the master’s armor for even the slightest plating while his lips curled into an understanding smile.

 

[StormWolf]

Rhonun had risen from bed long before the run crested over the forest and the mountains on the horizon. It was a routine that had become so engrained in him since his Padawan days, it was as if the steps were carved in to his very bones. Two hours of intense exercise, designed to push his body, even in its great strength and durability, to challenge itself until he had broken out in to a heavy sweat, matting his gold-and-orange fur to his skin. After, a shower in which he thoroughly washed his long and thick mane, then re-braided it as he dried off. Breakfast was required, next, a hearty breakfast of large servings to keep the Cathar's massive form and figure well-fed and fueled for the mission ahead, and whatever dangers it holds. For this first time in his career as a Jedi, Rhonun was going to be partaking in a mission under one of the Council, the Battlemaster, of all people. Who knows, perhaps Rhonun's proficiency with the saberstaff will impress the Battlemaster enough to warrant a pat on the back. After eating, Rhonun returned to his room and meditated for an hour, looking deeply inward and seeking the balance between his light and his darkness. Not to stand firmly on one side or the other, but to balance upon the sinuous line between the two.

Opening his eyes as he ended his meditation, Rhonun stood and pulled his heavy Armorweave robe from its peg on the wall. The robe was sleeveless, just like Rhonun's obi, displaying powerful arms of steel-chorded muscle, easily as thick as many peoples' legs. His right hand was gloved in black, and both of his forearms had gauntlets strapped on to them. A shoulder guard was fastened to Rhonun's right shoulder via a belt across his broad chest, his saberstaff hilted on his back, poking over his right shoulder. Departing from his room once more, Rhonun made his way to Docking Bay 4 with long and purposeful strides, taking advantage of his six-foot-five stature.

The massive Cathar entered to docking bay in time to hear the discussion regarding the nature of the weapon, the Eye of Palpatine. Hooking his thumbs on his belt, his large hands framing his belt buckle, Rhonun approached the ship and added his deep and rolling voice to the discussion,

"Nothing is inherently good or evil, Padawan Mepheysia." Rhonun approached the group of Jedi, bowing his head to the Battlemaster as he approached, "Even someone or something spawned from the greatest evil has the chance to become a greater good, just as someone sired and raised on goodness can fall into perdition. The weapon may indeed be terrible, but we have only ever heard of it being used by the Empire and the Sith, have we not?" Rhonun looked the Padawans each in the eye, "Take your lightsaber, for instance. In the hand of a Jedi, it is a tool to build up civilization and to destroy obstacles, and a weapon to kill when necessary. What about a Sith, then? Their weapons are very much the same to ours, but the weapon is not evil... 'What is steel to the hand that wields it,' as my people say." Rhonun then looked the Battlemaster in the eye, hoping that Rhonun's view on the subject was not uncalled for.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

As the rest of his crew filed in Darix lead them from the loading ramp and into the hangar of the ship. He spoke quickly, time, after all was of the essence and they had gotten off to a slow start, however he could entrust Tee-Three to make the necessary adjustments to ensure their hasty arrival.

"Currently we are within the hangar, the fith, and lowest level of the ship. The central lift, or stairs if you prefer it. Provide access to the other four levels, engineering, crew quarters, combat information center, and captains cabin. T3 maintains a link to the ships artificial intelligence and had full remote access as long as he's within tight beam scanning range."

Darix lead them onto the lift and proceeded upwards to the second deck, the C.I.C. The doors opened to reveal the large room. Terminals lined either side of the walls with a large holographic readout of the ship to monitor all systems, as well as a nav charts, communications systems and other necessary elements.

"I'll elaborate more on the ships functions when the time comes Mepheysia, though you'll have plenty of time to explore, I've even added something special for you. In the meantime, the course has already been plotted to our destination..Make yourselves comfortable.."

 

[Dragon Fae]

Meph had to look up to gaze into the face of the Knight they had been waiting on. He was far taller than she had expected. There was little imagination one might need to see such a strong being physically dominating in any fight. Though many might find such a creature intimidating, his nature and presence seemed to convey the exact opposite.

While she did not agree wholly with his argument concerning the weapon, she did agree that nothing created was inherently evil. It was often the intent in which it was to be used. Yet, when a weapon was created that could decimate the upper crust of a planet with little effort. There was nothing peaceful about this weapon. It was something sinister created only for destruction, not peace. These comments she kept herself for now as Master Talohn continued with the tour.

Meph moved to the readout screens, still trying to swallow the fact that she was aboard a ship that had five levels. Her eyes turned back to the Master as he indicated something he had laid aside for her. Curiosity helped suppress the growing nervousness about being aboard a ship.

 

[Sirocco]

The air was as fine and smooth as a walk in the Tython temple, the smell of nothingness was amazing and comforting in comparison to the stench of the vessels he was used to travel in his hauntings. The only other time he smelled such clearness in a ship was when he was doing jobs for the Alliance and he needed a lift to the objective point which almost half of his bounty hunting carrier. The young adult’s lips curled up slightly at the many different points of view about the super weapon which he personally though would be better off destroyed or modified to serve a greater purpose. The idea of changing the super laser to an ion cannon or maybe even fitting in a super shield would be a great alternative. Either way, it was probably out of their hands so one should not worry too much and stick to the mission without losing one’s moral, it was the way of the Jedi to exercise the best solution as possible.

Taping Meph’s shoulder with assurance he smiled at her, thinking she looked rather amusing when freaking out but that will eventually go away with the years. Looking over at the cathar male, it looked to be fun to spar with him, he looked huge compared to Roy and that was saying something as Roy was normally stronger physically then all others he met. Crossing his arms behind his head, Roy soon headed over to the couch to seat and settle “I imagine we are expecting the sith to be interested as well, right master? If we found the plans, they are bound to have as well” Roy asked mindfully, never expecting this to be some meager blue milk run but the complete opposite. Roy hoped he was given a room where he could practice the force and the saber freely, thinking of spending the trip honing his skill and centering himself.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

"Your assumptions that the weapon is not only sought after by us, are correct. However, It's imaginable that anyone with the use for a weapon of that caliber will be searching for it as well."

The ship gently lifted from its resting place within the hangar and shot into space, lurching as it did so. The power of the engines tearing it away from the ground beneath them and piercing the boundaries of endless space ahead of them.
Araels Wrath tore through the atmosphere like a blade through butter, and within an instant the ship saw open space.
A series of questions beeped and whistled from the ships internal comm system confirming the jump to hyperspace.

Darix sat among them around the central holoprojector, what was once the monitoring system for the vessel transformed into an image of the planet. Rothana rotated slowly within the projection until it stopped and highlighted a particular set of coordinates.

"Rothana Heavy Engineering. The same company contracted to construct the original Eye of Palpatine. They had their hand in other Imperial projects to the point where it became a fortified world for the Empire, however they abandoned it after the Rebel Alliance took Endor. That's our first priority. Way I see it, the plans are most likely somewhere within their files there.."

 

[Sirocco]

The words from the battle master slowly drifted into the mind of the young man who sat there with his fingers crossed as he thought of how much military knowledge the base held. Being a fortress world as master Talohn described, Roy could not help but wonder for the slight possibility to be walking into a trap. Master Talohn was still the leader of the operation and an experienced commander so Roy trusted fully on his insight and skill in both the saber and command deck. Seeing no more reason to remain there, Roy stood up and stretched before walking over to make double check his room’s location “I’ll go meditate, call me if you guys need me” Roy’s expression was ever so friendly and willing to be helpful.

Roy was completely passionate and devoted to the way of the Jedi which mirrored his constant training for improvement while at the same time meditating on the Jedi mantras. Roy hoped that one day soon, his determination and study would earn him the rank of Jedi knight so that he could learn more and fight alongside the Jedi masters in the war.

 

[Dragon Fae]

She turned her head at the gentle tap from Roy. His smile did soothe her a little more. How could you not smile back at another friendly smile? Blushing from embarrassment, she turned from the console and too joined the others sitting around the holoprojector. Meph once more grew nervous, though as Darix began to speak and the ship lifted off the ground. Her hands braced herself on either side of the cushion as she felt their altitude increasing by her sinking stomach. Swallowing, she tried hard to focus on just what the Jedi Master was saying to them. Then it happened, there was that feeling of stopping and being yanked forward at the same time. Her eyes closed as the ship jumped into hyperspace, trying gain control of her anxiety. With each deep breath, she felt her body relaxing, her mind pushing the anxiety away. It helped that the movement of the ship was constant and no longer lurched and swayed. The sound of T3's affirming beeps and whistles sounding over the comm system brought her eyes open once more.

Darix sat among them around the central holoprojector, what was once the monitoring system for the vessel transformed into an image of the planet. Rothana rotated slowly within the projection until it stopped and highlighted a particular set of coordinates.

"Rothana Heavy Engineering. The same company contracted to construct the original Eye of Palpatine. They had their hand in other Imperial projects to the point where it became a fortified world for the Empire, however they abandoned it after the Rebel Alliance took Endor. That's our first priority. Way I see it, the plans are most likely somewhere within their files there.."

"Do we know of any security that might still be in place?" she asked him, not sure just how much depth the intel they had received had gone. "Either orbital or around the facility?" For a company that was responsible for constructing so many weapons and secret projects for the Empire in the past, it seemed unlikely to just leave the facility in tact without some sort of insurance in case they wished to return.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

Mepheysia's questioned proved to be a difficult one to answer. The Intel provided only gave him an objective and a location. The rest however, was undetermined. As he responded to his Padawan, he extended his reach to her with the force, a quite subtle action that would hopefully provide a sense of comfort to her anxious nerves.

"The defenses of the planet I imagine would be primarily automated, with fortifications and sentry units around the entire area to provide security. I don't imagine the Empire leaving one of their most crucial contractors unprotected. Security droids, will probably be the bulk of the resistance, but that's base security. No telling what we may find from other's who share or goal."

He punched in a series of coordinates and the holo shifted once again though this time it appeared to be more of a navigation readout. A small clearing within the mountains surrounded by snow capped peaks and frozen valleys materialised in front of them.

"Were going to touch down here. Planetary scanning indicated a clearing that should be large enough...and stable enough to support the ship. From there we hike our way to the facility. Be mindful however, the snow and climate provide a camouflage like no other."

As was his former practice he always preferred to approach on foot, landing and establishing a base camp a formidable distance from the operational area, to allow himself a means of regrouping and resupply if necessary. However on a mission like this, the likelihood of being able to take advantage of such luxuries after the first hard contact was made, were slim to none. The slightest misstep, and the entire planet would be aware of their presence. A necessary risk, in order to complete their mission.

"Take some time to get yourselves equipped and geared up for the climate. I'm requiring armor on this one, keep it light if need be but if something goes wrong, better to have something to absorb the plasma...there could be a lot of it. Keep in mind the amount of personnel that a facility like this carried. Mepheysia, if you would, meet me on the crew deck?"

 

[Dragon Fae]

Her eyes lifted as she felt his familiar touch through the Force. It was welcomed if for no other reason than being reminded that this was the same man she had met upon Tython. Here in his ship, he was all business. Although she knew he was the Battlemaster, he encompassed it more now. Roy's description of him being intimidating came to mind. Now she could see it.

She was going to battle, not simulation, but actual battle. This was what she had been trained for and she was ready, was she not? Studying at Darix Talohn's hand had indeed helped her grow in technique and lightsabre combat.

"Mepheysia, if you would, meet me on the crew deck?"

Once more her weariness had caused her thoughts to run away with her. Upon hearing her name, she pulled her mind back to the present and nodded, rising to her feet. "Of course, Master."