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Alastair chuckled as Naala blocked the rock, with impressive reflexes. He half expected Horus to be a little grumpy with him for such a teaching technique, but figured the Jedi would know that he trusted him to catch the rock if Naala had missed. Trusting a Jedi. Odd, but somehow right. He...

"Alastair had known that this was how the conversation would go, but he still hadn't quite expected just how angry it would make Sythe. He hadn't even said that he had been tempted towards the light. "I have spoken to...people." he admitted, though he wouldd not utter the names of Naala or Horus...

Alastair listened to the woman speak about her plans, it was intriguing, the idea of a dark side church outside of either empire was...peaceful. "A noble cause." he said, a hint of whistfulness in his voice. "Though, are you not concerned that you might be labeled as a cult?"

Alastair was silent for a couple of minutes, then he sighed and with a quick flick of his finger every book on every shelf practically jumped onto the floor. "Blast the kriffing books Sythe!" he said, loudly but not quite yelling. "And blast the artifacts. We haven't even found anything asside...

Alastair smiled, a rare genuine smile. He had not expected Horus to go for working with a Sith, even if it was a smaller job than the main cult. Naala seemed pleased with the plan, and Alastair decided -with a quick wink to Horus- that the first lesson would be right now. "We start with you...

"Ahhh, cults." Alastair sighed more to himself. They were usually just irritating little things, but every now and then a cult would get big and bold and cause trouble. Even a dark side cult wasn't to be tolerated in his books. Alastair wondered briefly how this fellow Vahla could break his...

Alastair chuckled at Sythe's snide remark. Anyone else would be dangling by their throat for speaking to him like that, but from his friend it was just another aspect of the man. The sorcerer doubted that the assassin could function without sarcasm. "Alright alright. I'll get to the point...

"Likewise...Horus." Alastair said in response to the other Vahla. He knew what the man was, as he was sure the man knew that he too was Vahla. "And thank you, Naala of the House Re. For being so quick to defend a Sith. An action of a true Jedi. Going by the old stories." he gave a nod to the...

Ahh, skepticism. Most people thought his sword a silly thing. "Oh, I have one of those as well." he chuckled, bringing his sword up in front of himself. Not in an aggressive gesture, just to give a better view. "This however is made of solid phrik. It may be a little heavier than a lightsaber...

Alastair was surprised that the Jedi was so willing to stand down, and after the girl pleaded with him he sheathed his sword. "Are all you Jedi so quick to judge?" he asked in an almost hurt tone. "True it may be that my powers are amplified by hatred and rage, but that fact does not reduce me...

Sythe entered with a slight quip about Alastair's looking at the books, perfectly in character. The sorcerer turned and looked at his friend as the assassin sat in his usual place on the well worn old couch. "Open or shut, it matters not when you've memorized all of them." he sighed as he sat in...

Alastair was still slightly winded when the Jedi showed up, as the newcomer's lightsaber flew into his hand Alastair's sword hissed from it's sheath. He too kept his blade pointed down, but he was ready to defend himself if it came to it. Suddenly the girl he had literally just met came to his...

Alastair stood in the library of his sad, run down manor. He looked around the room, knowing every place of every book on every shelf. Furthermore knowing the contents of each book cover to cover. He was getting bored. And...just feeling wrong. He had sent a message to his friend Sythe...

Alastair nodded in understanding, he remembered well the days before he had become an acolyte. "I know that feeling. Knowing there is power within you and not knowing how much, what to do with it or even why it was given to you." Alastair admitted in an oddly candid manner, he wasn't often...

Alastair listened as the girl told him of her fruitless seach for the Jedi, he almost considered trying to turn her to the dark side. But something stopped him. He couldn't put his finger on it but it was almost like the force itself was telling him not to, like she needed to find the Jedi...

Alastair watched the girl shift, whether the slight change in grip and stance was for comfort or combat readiness didn't matter to the Sith as he had no intention to attack so long as she didn't. If for no other reason than the fact that he was stranded here and she was the only person around...

The light from the flame danced in Alastairs amber eyes, giving them an eerie flickering glow. The combination of his sharp facial bones and pale grey skin making the shadows from the firelight give him a deathlike visage, his bone white hair just adding to the image. The crowd gave him a wide...

Alastair laughed, the girl was awkward. Clearly uncomfortable, and clearly lying. "The sights huh?" he chuckled, debating in his head how long to pretend that he didn't know she wasn't telling him the truth. "I'm not sure I would count a giant hole in the ground as one of the sights. But what...

Alastair chuckled a little as the woman proclaimed that she didn't think she could fix his ship, he was unsure if it was a sarcastic response or if she thought he had been serious. She said she was here to find something, that did intrigue him. There was really only one thing that people came...

Alastair let the flames subside from his hand and eyes, but kept the force close, ready to ignite it at a moment's notice. "I don't suppose you have the means to fix my fighter, do you?" the Vahla growled grumpily as he unbuckled his safety harness and climbed out of the cockpit, pulling his...