TAC
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Larik reached the door in little time, paying careful attention to still keep his presence within the force masked in the way he had prepared. Giving his lack of force sensitivity for the last few months he was a bit out of practice, and it took concentration instead of being sustained almost naturally. As he opened the door, he was met with the sight of a young man wielding a igniting lightsaber.
The Jedi Master backpedaled, his own lightsaber snapping to his hands, the recognition in the boy's voice stopping him from igniting and attacking. The man caught his breath, regarding the young fellow. He recognized him, from his days as Shadow Keeper - but he wasn't a Jedi. 'What's his name?' the man thought to himself, staring oddly at the boy. He had been a Jedi sympathizer and had run supply missions with his family, primarily to Anoth, never to Arbra. Larik had never met him, but he had kept records on everyone who went in and out of the Jedi bases during his tenure.
"Tal?" the man inquired, nodding after he asked. But, why was the boy equipped with a lightsaber? While the form was a bit sloppy, it was about what Larik would expect out of a more advanced Padawan. Good control, posture was a bit lacking, but that might be either fear or confusion or some combination of the two. Probably the first, as the boy breathed heavily, a reaction Larik was glad he had contained enough that he hadn't tried to cut the Jedi into two.
"What is this place, and how did I get here?" the man followed up, almost immediately. He allowed his presence to extend beyond the ripples around him, picking up the many artifacts around them. Something in the distance, around a corner, moved - Larik's eyes shifted from the Jedi in front of him to the dark blackness of the hallway. Of course, he couldn't see a damned thing. He had seen, or rather felt, the movement through the Force. It was a bit overwhelming to once again and suddenly exposed to the many reactions of the Living Force. His stare into the darkness did not invite the Padawan to speak, the Corellian's brow furrowed as he concentrated.
Suddenly, the doors ahead of the two Jedi erupted. Larik spun, putting himself between the explosion and the Padawan, and he threw up a quick barrier that pointed like two side of a triangle. The debris slide across the barrier, safely passing both of the Jedi. Once it had subsided, Larik took a deep breath, his lightsaber unlit and in hand as he regarded this new threat. Realizing he would need his full attention to the battle, as he was somewhat out of touch from the long months of exile, he dropped away the facade that masked his presence.
Quicker than the room had filled with the passions and rage of the new entry, the force around them exploded with light, as Larik called upon the Force to flow around and through him. For the Jedi Master, it was like breaking the surface of the water which had held him captive for months, and those around him would feel the beauty of the Force as it gave the man . His body felt limber, his reactions and mind acute to what was going on around him. His lightsaber snapped to life in a defensive position, the longer, gray blade flickering and sputtering as it extended.
"So. I assume there is a reason I woke up naked and force sensitive, surrounded by a bunch of Sith and Jedi sneaking around an old museum?"
The Jedi Master backpedaled, his own lightsaber snapping to his hands, the recognition in the boy's voice stopping him from igniting and attacking. The man caught his breath, regarding the young fellow. He recognized him, from his days as Shadow Keeper - but he wasn't a Jedi. 'What's his name?' the man thought to himself, staring oddly at the boy. He had been a Jedi sympathizer and had run supply missions with his family, primarily to Anoth, never to Arbra. Larik had never met him, but he had kept records on everyone who went in and out of the Jedi bases during his tenure.
"Tal?" the man inquired, nodding after he asked. But, why was the boy equipped with a lightsaber? While the form was a bit sloppy, it was about what Larik would expect out of a more advanced Padawan. Good control, posture was a bit lacking, but that might be either fear or confusion or some combination of the two. Probably the first, as the boy breathed heavily, a reaction Larik was glad he had contained enough that he hadn't tried to cut the Jedi into two.
"What is this place, and how did I get here?" the man followed up, almost immediately. He allowed his presence to extend beyond the ripples around him, picking up the many artifacts around them. Something in the distance, around a corner, moved - Larik's eyes shifted from the Jedi in front of him to the dark blackness of the hallway. Of course, he couldn't see a damned thing. He had seen, or rather felt, the movement through the Force. It was a bit overwhelming to once again and suddenly exposed to the many reactions of the Living Force. His stare into the darkness did not invite the Padawan to speak, the Corellian's brow furrowed as he concentrated.
Suddenly, the doors ahead of the two Jedi erupted. Larik spun, putting himself between the explosion and the Padawan, and he threw up a quick barrier that pointed like two side of a triangle. The debris slide across the barrier, safely passing both of the Jedi. Once it had subsided, Larik took a deep breath, his lightsaber unlit and in hand as he regarded this new threat. Realizing he would need his full attention to the battle, as he was somewhat out of touch from the long months of exile, he dropped away the facade that masked his presence.
Quicker than the room had filled with the passions and rage of the new entry, the force around them exploded with light, as Larik called upon the Force to flow around and through him. For the Jedi Master, it was like breaking the surface of the water which had held him captive for months, and those around him would feel the beauty of the Force as it gave the man . His body felt limber, his reactions and mind acute to what was going on around him. His lightsaber snapped to life in a defensive position, the longer, gray blade flickering and sputtering as it extended.
"So. I assume there is a reason I woke up naked and force sensitive, surrounded by a bunch of Sith and Jedi sneaking around an old museum?"