A lane down old memories

[Irolia Shen]

Death, maiming and capture are disabled in this thread

Her nightmares had been particularly bad these couple of months. Not only that, but the voices had returned much more than they had in the past. It was driving her mad and pretty unstable when it happened. Even Parrot, her loyal companion, hid from her when she was in her unstable state.

Mostly she was haunted by his voice, always blaming her, for Irolia's mother's death. Another voice was from the Sith lord who killed her mentor when she was a slave under a Hutt. Always taunting and blaming her for his death. Always telling her she's weak and worthless. It had gotten so bad one time, that she had lashed out in such hatred at a family of six, murdering them in a state of uncontrollable rage.

Multiple nights she had tried to keep herself from falling asleep in an attempt to stop her nightmares. It didn't work and as soon as she fell asleep, the nightmares would come back. Of couse, the nightmares didn't always come when she slept. Sometimes she could sleep a full night without any bad dreams or nightmares, those's was rare though.

One day, when she was visiting a fueling station just at the border to the Outer Rim Territories, she overheard something interesting. Some pilots talked about an older Pantoran man, hiring a lot of pilots for ship goods off his home. Now, normally Irolia wouldn't pay any attention to something like that. But this time it was different. One of the pilots asked what the Pantoran was called and other pilot said the name of her father.

Getting the location of the area where the so call Pantoran was hiring, Irolia set off in that direction. There were so many things she wanted to say to her father, but most of her, she wanted to make him suffer for everything! It didn't help the matter, that her emotions started to take over again.

"Dad, I'm coming for you!" Said the blue sith, touching her scars on her right side of her cheek. When she got out of lightspeed, A huge planet came into view, one of the Pantorian people's colonies. Irolia was still sceptical on it actually be her dad now. But then again, she was closer than she has ever been before finding him.

@Pyrenees

 

[Vardon Galland]

Pantoran Sphere of Influence

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Irolia Shen. It was a name that had been on Vardon's mind for quite some time now. He had been on several adventures since they last met on Tattooine, yet he couldn't get her off of his mind. She had left a rather strong impression on the young man who still remembered her vulnerable yet striking red eyes, her resourcefulness and her brutality. It was a strange mix of numerous different traits and abilities which all united to create a most fascinating woman.

Both Galland himself and his good friend, Phil Baharnd had been trying to find out more about the Sith for weeks. Vardon searching for whatever he could find on the holonet while Phil Baharnd used his contacts and people skills. The padawan considered himself rather fortunate to have his company of five, all excelling in their own unique ways. And then there was the crew on the Solange which he was still getting to know better. After a some valiant research, mostly conducted by Phil, they finally found someone who might help them get closer to the Pantoran.

A man, most likely a relative of hers, was rumoured to be living by a small farming village in the more remote areas in a Pantoran colony. It didn't take long before Vardon had CJ set course for the colony, and off they went. He was excited, anticipating what he might learn about Irolia and hopeful that he would find the means to reconnect with her. He knew that the light was a rather curious thing, always finding its way forth and he was confident that she would be brought to the light sooner or later.

Eventually, the Solange exited hyperspace dangerously near their destination - perhaps a few corners were cut as the young man excitedly had CJ launch the ship towards the colony. The large ship steadily made its way towards the small village by which Irolia's relative lived. In Vardon's eyes, it looked rather poor and he couldn't help but to feel bad for the woman, wondering about how many times she had suffered from poor harvests and suffering from arduous labour.

"Joe Bethersonton, let's go. Bring a couple of the crew for the turrets." he said as the group eventually started making their way off of the bridge. He looked at his little droid and called out to it "Null, you're coming too! I'm sure Joe Bethersonton would appreciate you being there to lend him a hand if needed." he said with a friendly smile prompting the droid to cheerfully whistle as it followed them to the Leger. The group soon set down on the planet and after telling his companion to keep the engines warm aboard the Solange, Galland exited the ship. The ramp of the Leger went back up before it took off, heading back to the Solange which was hovering above Mr. Shen's farm by now, casting a very large shadow above the building and a fair portion of the nearby land too.

Not too long ago, the padawan had started wearing armour, and this time was no exception. Both his lightsaber and the two vibroknives were hidden under the waist-cloth and he wore a grand white mantle to cover most of the armour, hoping to create a less intimidating aura. But, truth to be told, some of the armour were still clearly visible and the large ship hovering above them might have made his presence more frightening than he would have hoped.

The Thyferran eventually reached the door of the house and waited patiently after having knocked three times. He was eventually greeted at the door.

@Raven_41

 

[Irolia Shen]

Irolia flew the Black Talon, her ship, down to the planet's surface. When she finally got close enough to see the ground, she landed in who of the bigger trade towns on the planet for the colonies. It was a big town, a trade town, made with a central port of sort. It was surrounded by all the minor villages. "Come along Parrot" called the blue sith as she exited her ship. She was a bit far from where the supposed Pantoran's location. She didn't want to scare the person away, before confirming if it was in fact, her dad.

An older man, probably in his mid-sixties, opened the door. He had a very weathered face, harsh features you only would get from military service. His clothes were nothing to write home about. He wore a simple tunic of matted brown colour. A pair of sturdy pants and some boots for outdoor work. A good chunk of his hair on the sides was on the way to turn grey. "You might explain me, why your big imposing ship are doing above my farm?" Asked the older man with a commanding tone, giving hints of his long service in the military.

Irolia moved silently through the plain fields and climbed a hill. A ship? Oh right, the pilots did say the Pantoran had some sort of trade ongoing as well as hiring export of goods. But, with the colonies on the planet actually having a trading centre, it didn't make sense to hiring pilots. As she descended the hill, she reached the edge of some of the big cornfields, covering Irolia's approach. Though, just to be sure, she made her droid quiet down since it tended to speak quite a bit.

The older Pantoran gave Vardon a quick measuring look. "You must be one of those force people I heard of... Your kind is not welcome here, now leave my property" told the man, the Jedi. As a force sensitive, it would be very clear to sense that there was a reason for his distaste and hatefulness towards force sensitive people. A story behind his hostility. The man started to close the door before Vardon.

@Pyrenees

 

[Vardon Galland]

It was rare, very rare, but for some reason, the padawan felt a little nervous as he stood by the door, waiting for whoever was behind it to respond. At least his nervousness wouldn't be shown by his facial expressions as easily since the helmet covered the entirety of his head. The seconds ticking by felt like minutes to the young man waiting by the entrance to the house. He considered knocking again both one and two times but if the man he was visiting was anything like Irolia, Vardon knew that it would be safer to wait for the person to respond.

Eventually, the Shen opened the door. Vardon allowed his eyes to travel from top to bottom of the man, thanking his lucky stars that the visor prevented his peeking from becoming too obvious. He looked like quite the disciplinarian and his speech certainly matched the look. But more importantly, he was a Pantoran, just like Irolia, and that meant that they were on the right track. "It is awaiting my return." he responded simply while tilting his head up to see the large ship casting an even larger shadow on the farm.

Vardon looked up to the side. At first, he dismissed it as some kind of wishful thinking or an illusion, but it just kept growing stronger. A familiar presence - he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, however. The presence was too distant and to weak for him to gain any useful information from, but it was something which he sought after and perhaps even longed for. A smirk appeared on his lips as the idea of Lowe Sorken's bantha steak crossed his mind. The padawan's gaze returned to the Solange and lingered around the area where meals would be prepared.

Force people? The comment made the Thyferran snap back to reality quickly. His lightsaber was hidden and he hadn't used the force in front of the man. It was either just a wild guess, or the man might have the force too which prompted Galland to quickly return the question "Are you?" he asked with a certain sense of curiosity. Apparently, the man was in no mood to talk as he quickly started to close the door on Vardon. After having spent such an effort on finding the Sith, however, the young man was not about to give up and quickly shoved an arm into the door which put an immediate end to its closing.

Standing tall, the padawan looked at the Pantoran in front of him and decided to reveal that he had indeed done some reasearch before coming there "Mr. Shen. Delan!" he hollered, something which was bound to draw the man's attention. "I've just got a few questions, please!" he continued with a pleading voice, hoping that the elder would be willing to share his knowledge. Vardon's well built frame supporting his arm kept the door locked in place while he awaited an answer. If Delan walked away from the padawan, further into his own home, Galland was fully prepared to follow him inside - regardless of the hurdles, he was determined to find out more about her and where she could be found before she fell even deeper into the darkness.

@Raven_41

 

[Irolia Shen]

The elder man gives the Jedi another measuring look. Respect and formality seemed to help Galland. "Land your ship, the noise is scaring the livestock and I'll answer your question," told Mr. Shen and waiting for Vardon to give the command to the ship. He would not leave the doorframe and gave Vardon a stern glance, like a military commander barking orders to soldiers. When Vardon got the ship to land outside of the property, Mr. Shen opened the door, to let the young Thyferran inside in his home.

"Something to drink? Water, tea?" He offered, giving off an much more tired man, than when Vardon saw him at the door. It was clear that the elder man's body was tired and weathered. Something which often happened after low service and hard work. Weather Vardon accepted something to drink, Delan took some for himself and would, of course, give Vardon if he chose something.

"I'm not sure, what you expect to get out of me, son. I've been a farmer for nearly 18 years" explained the Pantoran farmer, who sat on the opposite side of the table. The house was rather simplistic in its interior design. Three rooms, one of them being the one they situated themselves in and then two bedrooms. The living room had a kitchen, a squared table with three chairs. A little household droid to help clean around the house. At the wall, beside the door, stood a sofa with a small table in front with books on it.

"And no, just so we're clear, I will not join any faction or war, I've left that life behind" Added he, just so this young man didn't think he would be able to get him back into service. He did his time at the Pantoran Noble and in the military. He was tired of war and just wanted serenity from loss and death.

@Pyrenees

 

[Vardon Galland]

The armoured figure stood there for but a short moment in silence. He was surprised to say the least - the man who had just staunchly turned him away now considered answering his questions in exchange for a rather small deed on the padawan's part. Raising his wrist to the head, Vardon called to CJ over the comms "CJ, can you please set her down? On the plateau north of here by the small stream." he said, and soon the large vessel started moving away from the area heading northwards. With that, the two entered the rather humble home of Delan Shen.

Just as the door closed, the young man took off his helmet, and ventured deeper into the building, following Delan's lead. "Some tea would be nice, thank you" he responded with a smile and stood by as the elder got to work. The padawan studied the man whilst waiting, noting that the years hadn't been to kind on him. Perhaps he had been struggling without Irolia to help him out on the farm. He also noticed how there weren't any family pictures in sight, which was quite a shame as he would've liked to see what Delan's connection to the Sith was.

The two soon sat down by a table with Vardon placing his helmet at his lap. The host didn't seem to excited about having him there as he pondered about what the Thyferran could possibly be after. A sympathetic smile grew on Vardon's lips as he softly shook his head at the guess that the Pantoran was to be recruited. "No, sir. I am not looking to bring you into any wars or conflicts." he said with a clear and soothing voice.

Falling silent for a few moments, Galland searched for any kinds of reactions in the older man's face as he took a sip from the tea, noticing that it was still rather hot. He took a deep breath and prepared for anything as he revealed his true intentions "I am here regarding Irolia. Irolia Shen." the words were rather bluntly presented to the elder. Although their research hadn't revealed what connection there was between Delan and Irolia, Vardon's gut told him that they were father and daughter - and with that, he continued, not really giving the elder a chance to speak without interrupting the padawan "You are her father, I presume?"

@Raven_41

 

[Irolia Shen]

The older Shen had been silent, stirring the spoon in the teacup. The question came like a gut punch and he stopped stirring his tea. A darkness fell over the elder man's eyes. In his younger years, he would have commanded sternly anyone asking about Irolia to fark off and never come back. But not now, not with his years alone and with many, many regrets. "She was... I do not know of her whereabouts if she's even alive anymore" replied the old Shen. "if... I'm sorry, it's a wound on my family...which never healed" explained Delan with such a crushed soul, that it felt like someone had just died. Delan began to sob quietly placing his free hand to the side of his head.

He quickly got it together and straighten up like a soldier. "You got to leave now, son. There's nothing but old wounds and sorrow left here" told Delan Shen Vardon and got up from his chair. "I trust you can lead yourself our... Now leave me, to my griefs" said the man finally, having visible tear marks from crying. Delan left the living room, walking into one of the two rooms in the house.

The old Shen sat down in a chair in the room, holding a frame in his hand, looking at the picture inside. A sad smile formed on his lips. The picture was of three Pantorans, standing in front of a house. Actually the very same house Vardon stood in. Male, holding his arm around the shoulder of the female, who then in return held a small Pantoran girl's hand in hers. The girl had the widest and sweetest smile as she waved to the camera. The female's smile was filled with hope and happiness. The man stood in his officer uniform, with a stern look, but still with a small visible smile. The older man's tears started to slither down again, as he looked at himself and his family.

@Pyrenees

 

[Vardon Galland]

It pained the young Thyferran to hear the elder speak. The passion, love and hurt in his voice was clear as day. Vardon remained silent, letting Delan to say his piece but just as he was about to try to console the man, he regained his composure. As much as he wanted the elder to be able to let out his emotions to process the pain he felt, Vardon still held a great deal of respect for how the man was determined to keep a straight face and soldier through it all.

It didn't take long before the padawan just sat there, alone in the Shen kitchen. No quicker than he had been told to leave had Delan left the room. The silence was palpable as the young man sat in his chair silently, considering what to do. At the one hand, he had been told to leave by the homeowner, at the other, he held a piece of information which might bring some hope to the weathered old man. In the end, Galland decided to follow his heart.

The chair creaked as he stood up, rising to his full length. Putting the helmet under his left arm, Vardon walked into the room which Delan had entered. He stood by the doorway for a few seconds, regarding the downtrodden man with the frame in his old and hardened hands. The padawan walked closer to the Shen and smiled softly as he saw the picture and how glad the child, which he assumed was Irolia, seemed to be, all cheerful and giddy with the sweetest smile.

Kneeling down in front of the man, Galland put his right hand on Delan's upper left arm "She's alive" he said bluntly while his head tilted up to look the man in the eyes. "There will always be some light in the galaxy. he stated in a seemingly objective way before continuing. I met her on Tattooine recently, Mr. Shen. That is why I am looking for her now." The padawan's gaze fell down to the floor momentarily before returning up to meet the Delan's. He wanted to find out information which could help bring her to the light, yet bringing more pain to the man was not something which he wished to do. "Do you have any particularly fond memories with her?" he asked, hoping to have gained the other's confidence by now.

@Raven_41

 

[Irolia Shen]

The man felt Galland's hand on his upper arm. The old Shen looked directly at Vardon and a bit of hope filled his eyes. As he was about to say something, a low humming sound came from a window. On the other side of the window hovered a droid Vardon knew all too well, "I don't remember getting that kind of droid" said Delan Shen a bit confused and went to the open window. Before he could get it, it flew away. The sound of metal getting ripped and melted at the same time, came from the front door, just as the droid flew away. A dangerous humming filled the living room, followed by a voice.

"I KNOW YOU'RE HERE OLD MAN!" Cried out the very Pantoran Vardon was searching for. Mr. Shen walked passed the Jedi and stopped the moment he laid his eyes on Irolia. "Hello... Father" greeted the young Pantoran with such hatred. Irolia's eyes were completely blood red. "My blue moon... You're~" "don't you dare use moms nickname!" Interrupted Irolia her father. Her emotion was like a volcano. ready to burst every single grief, anger and hatred emotion she had, bottled up.

Irolia had enough and Mr. Shen fell to his knees, gasping for air. Releasing her dad's throat, Irolia walked with determent step, raising her blade, and swung it at Delan's neck.

@Pyrenees

 

[Vardon Galland]

Just as he was about to speek, the low humming sound of a flotation device could be heard. And this particular sound was one that he distinctly remembered from when he met the Sith on Tatooine. "Irolia" he whispered, just before the man rose up to investigate the matter. Vardon rose to his feet just as Parrot flew away, but by this time, Delan was already out by the living room.

Suddenly, the violent ignition of a lightsaber could be heard from outside and it soon ripped into the door. It didn't take a genius to recognize that time was short, and with that Vardon raised his arm to his head again "CJ, get the Solange back up here and tell'em to prep the Leger. Might need a pick-up" he said whilst turning around towards the exit to the kitchen where Delan was. The door didn't hold for long and soon melted into a large piece of molten metal and scrap.

The Sith's voice seemed to be filled with hatred as she first spoke from the entrance. Vardon equipped his helmet which went on just a moment before he exited the room and came within the sight of Irolia. This seemed like a situation which could get out of hand quickly and the young man slowly walked forth towards the father and daughter as she started choking him. "No, stop!" he said with a voice that was slightly distorted by the helmet.

At first, it seemed like she listened but then, she went in for an attack at Delan's throat. Not seeing much choice, Vardon ignited his own saber which his hand had been hovering nearby and leaped forth to the elder's defence, catching her blade just a short moment before it could cut the man's throat open. Galland's body soon caught up to his blade and he started using more of his strength to push the red blade back whilst slowly walking forth with a maintained blade lock. If Irolia would let him keep pushing, Vardon would soon be standing a little in front of Delan at which point he'd kick the man backwards, creating more distance between the Sith and her father.

@Raven_41

 

[Irolia Shen]

She was blinded by rage, that only notice when Vardon stopped her strike. "You! Are you here to save this pure excuse for a father?!" snarled Irolia trying to push the Jedi back, but with superior strength, Irolia was push back. "I'm... I'm sorry Iro..." apologized her father, getting up from the floor. "YOU GOT NO IDEA WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH!" Screamed the blue sith at the top of her lungs. Objects around her started to shake and levitate around them all. Delan slowly backed into the same room, Vardon and Delan had been in. A light behind Vardon lit up, as a door opened and closed again. "I WILL FIND FATHER. I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER!" Screamed Irolia and snarled furiously that her dad out of the house alive. Irolia pulled her lightsaber back with one hand, taking command over the force, bending it to her will. With with right hand, she swung with a dead swing at Vardons left side, expecting him to block it. Weather he blocked it or not, she turned off the lightsaber just as the beam would slice at Vardon. Irolia followed the attack almost at the same time, with a few seconds in between and sent a powerful shock wave at him. Whether any of the attacks landed, she was almost instantly out of the house, after her force push.

She looked around and saw her dad run over the many fields, surrounding the house. Her blood red eyes flared up in rage and flew after him on foot. Her father had a good head start, so Irolia with her ignited sabre in one hand and a blaster in the other started to fire at him. Blaster fire flew around Delan Shen's head. Her dad screamed in pain when a shot from Irolia hit him in the leg, making him stumble over. Tried he crawl up the hill, but the mud made it impossible for him.

"LOOK AT ME FATHER!" Screamed Irolia at his dad, which made him roll over, locking eyes with his daughter. "Killing me, won't bring your mother and my wife back daughter" explained the older Shen, hissing in pain from the blaster wound. "YOU EXILED ME FROM MY FAMILY! A FARKLING KID!" Screamed Irolia again, standing right in front of her dad. The among of pain, suffering and hatred coming from Irolia was like a supernova explosion.

The older man had the same stern militarist look on his face, Irolia knew all the well. "But don't you dare blame me for your mother's death, child," said the old Shen with a much more military tone. He managed to get up, limping a bit. "YOU HIT ME!... A GOD DAMN CHILD, SCARED AND AFRAID OF HER OWN POWERS!" Cried out the blue sith, raising her lightsaber for over her head for another killing strike.

@Pyrenees

 

[Vardon Galland]

It certainly seemed like Irolia was unhappy with her father as she made her rage known through furious screams and threats. Vardon did not want to let her kill the man, not only would it let her spiral further down into darkness, but it would also mean that a seemingly innocent man would die. He might've been a poor father in the past, but the man didn't seem like a vile threat to anyone. The struggle between the padawan and the Sith went on for a while until she eventually attempted to counter attack.

Having fought Sith in the past, Galland was quite prepared for the swing and simply let go of the saber with his right hand to give full control to the left one which was raised to block the incoming attack. The padawan wanted to knock her out with a punch, just as he had done to so many foes before, but right as his fist was about to connect with her head, she pushed him back making him crash into the chairs and table behind him. Hopefully, his fist was at least able to connect with the arm which she used to send the shock wave. Despite breaking the table in the middle, the Thyferran was a sturdy young man and the armour helped mitigate the damage too.

When he finally got up, Irolia was already out of the house, firing her blaster while chasing Delan. Vardon started running to catch up with the two and contacted his crew through the comms in his helmet. "Joe Bethersonton, bring Lowe, Phil Baharnd and Null. I want the turrets manned and you to have a co-pilot. See if you get the chance to pick up the old blue guy, he needs to be evacuated now!" Vardon was still running, barely within earshot of the two Shens. There seemed to be multiple old wounds between them, ruining any potential relationship.

There were just 10 meters between them when Irolia finally raised her saber again, intent on striking a killing blow. Vardon pulled the woman back with the force, probably making her fall backwards to land on her back. With that, he rushed forth and swung his blue blade from above towards the woman, forcing her to either defend herself or get cut in two by his lightsaber. The attack was made with just his right hand holding the saber whilst the left was prepared to defend himself against any force attacks.

If the Sith blocked Vardon's lightsaber with her own, he would refrain from trying to overpower her immediately and instead spun the blade around for another attack against the lightsaber while slowly making his way around her to place himself between her and the father. "Irolia, we've got to stop this. Let him live! I don't wanna fight you!" he exclaimed.

In the distance, the Leger could be seen flying towards them with the Solange a far bit behind it.

@Raven_41

 

[Irolia Shen]

Just as she was about to strike down her father in anger, she felt her whole body getting pulled back. Landing on her back, she just about managed to block Vardon's blade with both hands on the hilt. The beams created the familiar sparking as the two sabres locked together. Irolia snarled like an animal like she had been when she started off as an acolyte. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" Replied the sith furious. Delan Shen humped over to where Vardon held Irolia down with his sabre. he finally got to properly take a look at his daughter. The rage-filled blood coloured eyes looked back at him with intense hatred.

"You need help daughter... let the Jedi help you" said the old Shen and then limped towards the incoming ship. "I HATE YOU!" Cried out the blue Sith with full of sorrow turned to hatred. Vardon could directly see Irolia's nostril flare as she saw her dad walk away from her again. The among of negative emotions was in a complete uncontrollable rage as she quickly blocked the second attack from Vardon. She looked from her father and back at Vardon and snarled at him again. "I TOLD YOU, FARKL OFF!" Screamed the blue sith at Vardon, but this time it was a different kind of scream. Like with an animal feeling cornered, they could act dangerously, just to get free. Same with Irolia when she screamed, but this scream was amplified heavily by the force. By involuntary Force exertion, she manifested the force and triggered a powerful shockwave at Vardon with her scream.

If it connected dead-on with Vardon, he would be thrown back several feet back, where Irolia would use the force to jump at him striking with a deadly strike of her own. Her dad looked back at his daughter, before turning his gaze at the ship that had just landed, opening the ramp.

@Pyrenees

 

[Vardon Galland]

Vardon couldn't help but to feel sorry for the girl as she let out an animalistic scream, telling him to leave her alone. He wanted to make peace with her, he really did, but right now he needed to give Delan time to get to safety. "I'm sorry" he said, far lower than her screams, his voice almost drowned out by the hums and clashes of their lightsabers. The padawan was distraught as he saw the old Pantoran approach the daughter, thinking that he needed to run, not talk. But, Delan's words did have the possibility of being helpful and he then seemed to start limping away towards the approaching Leger.

The Sith blocked Galland's second attack, just as expected. The Thyferran pushed down against it, not in order to push through her defences, but rather to force his opponent to spend her stamina whilst he could make use of the force provided by his body weight. What happened next, however, was not quite as expected as Irolia produced a shockwave through her second scream. Fortunately for the padawan, he used his free left hand to defend himself against the attack with a force barrier, resulting in him just being pushed back too small steps. With his left hand still stretched out, pointing towards the Pantoran, Vardon used the force to push her onto the ground which kept her from getting back up.

With a decisive step forth, the young man swung down towards the woman with his blue lightsaber held in his right arm whilst still keeping the left hand at the ready. Once again, he would use his strength and body weight to put more pressure on her. "Give up, Irolia! Let me help you. I can bring you to the light!" he pleaded to her, almost desperately while looking down at her. Lowering his defence for just a moment, his left hand went up to the helmet to decrease the visor's strength, making his face visible for her to see. "Please, Irolia, let me help you" be asked while looking her in the eyes. His voice would've been soft and soothing if it weren't for power he spent holding her blade down. Soon, the padawan's left hand returned to a prepared position.

The Leger lowered its ramp while Lowe who controlled the Ventral turret prepared to fire at anything moving in to attack Delan. Phil Baharnd sat at the dorsal turret and had it aimed right behind the approaching elder, ready to create a wall of ship-based blaster fire behind the man to prevent anyone from approaching him. While Null was prepared to retract the ramp and take off, Joe Bethersonton walked out to the ramp of the ship with a blaster pistol at hand. Waving at the elder, he encouraged the man to come along. As soon as Irolia's father stepped on board the ship, Null would retract the ramp and take off. With that, Joe Bethersonton would return to the pilot's seat while Lowe and Phil Baharnd would take care of Delan.

@Raven_41

 

[Irolia Shen]

Irolia was in very too much uncontrollable rage, to stop Vardon from pushing her down again. It didn't help her state of mind, it only made her more furiously angry. Irolia used through her rage to strengthen herself and would force Vardon to use both hands or get pushed off. "Fark you! I HATE YOU!" She screamed at Vardon now with tears taking to slither down her cheeks. Delan stopped at the top of the ramp and looked back down at the two fighting beings, one his daughter, the other trying to help her.

He turned around and walked into the ship and went to sit at one of the seats, waiting for them to take off. Delan looked at Lowe and Phil, "My daughter will never stop hunting me or your force friend, she has too much hatred for me" told Delan the two men and turned his gaze at Irolia and Vardon. Moving along the dense and tall grass fields in the area, was Parrot. It has stayed out of trouble and hid, Irolia hadn't exactly told it to, but she has been clever enough to build a self-preserving function into Parrot. Moving closer and closer, making sure it stayed from getting seen by the big dangerous ship until it was close enough to its owner.

Parrot, with the help of its flying functions, it jumped Vardon and landed on his back, distracting him. Parrot was crawling around on Vardons back and upon his head, trying its best to annoy and distract him. While Parrot determinedly tried to get the Jedi to focus on him, Irolia pulled one of her blasters, holding her sabre with only one hand and fired are Vardon's Leg. The shot was fired at which accidentally happened to be the place where the blue sith had wounded him.

@Pyrenees

 

[Vardon Galland]

It was a rather tragic sight to see in Vardon's opinion. With tears running, the Pantoran screamed at him furiously. "I'm sorry. Please, give up!" he continued pleading, using an apologetic voice. It showed signs that he was slightly strained as he pushed down against her, but it was worth it. She was using the force to increase her strength, something which was bound to be rather taxing on her stamina. At the same time, the padawan himself didn't need to use any of his force resources and didn't have to spend too much physical energy either, seeing as he could use his natural strength and weight to apply pressure.

He sensed something small approaching but didn't know what it was, nor did he put much effort into reaching out to feel what it was, seeing as the current engagement was his highest priority. "We don't have to fight" he said, just as the Leger's ramps could be heard closing. Knowing that Delan was safe, the padawan decided to disengage, using a little more of his (physical) force to push against her saber, giving himself the momentum to take a couple of quick steps away from her. Vardon lowered his blade to face the ground diagonally in front of him when standing about two meters away from her. He leaned his head to the side, holding the lightsaber in his right arm "Irolia, we-" he suddenly stopped speaking as Parrot suddenly came crashing into his back, apparently having managed to sneak past the Leger.

Taking half a step forwards, Galland managed to regain his balance just as Irolia went for her blaster. Desperately, he readied the already lowered blade with his right hand while grabbing the droid with his left, just as it crawled up by his shoulder, trying to get to the head. It was fortunate that his blade weren't locked with hers making it much quicker to pull off the defensive move - but with the droid there to distract him, Vardon considered himself lucky to be able to deflect the blaster bolt. If he hadn't been distracted by Parrot, he would've reflected it back at the shooter.

Not waiting a moment after the shot was deflected, Vardon threw the little droid at its owner, forcing her to either remove her blade, or slice Parrot in two. Seeing as she'd have to contend with avoid injuring the droid and suffer the impact of it hitting her torso, Vardon boldly tried to force pull her blaster right out of her hand. If he didn't succeed with that, he'd try to force pull her other blaster from its holster. Holding his sword defensively to deflect or reflect bolts with his right hand, the padawan aimed the blaster at Parrot "That's enough. We've fought enough." he said, clearly wanting the fight to end. "Can't we just have peace?" he pleaded again whilst looking down at her with his blue eyes.

By this time, the Leger had began taking off. It did, however, remain hovering near them with the nose pointed towards the scene of the fight to allow both turrets maximal freedom. Lowe hollered to Delan "Don't worry sir, we've been instructed not to kill anyone" she said. With that, she fired a couple of bolts aimed about four meters behind the blue skinned alien, serving as a reminder that they were quite present.

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[Irolia Shen]

Irolia had seen some very stupid Sith in her time around her as an acolyte. A lot of sith for some reason really liked to boast at the enemy, like all the time. Not Irolia, when she meant business, she almost never did it. The instant that Parrot jumped Vardon to distract him, Irolia had fired her blaster. Fortunate for Vardon, he managed to deflect the shot, not so fortunate for him was that Irolia had already charged at him. When Parrot got thrown at her, she merely sides step with a small jump and charged at Vardon again.

Irolia didn't even look back at her droid, as she was filled too much with hate and anger. Normally, she would have rushed to her droid, but in her state of mind, she had only thing in mind, killing her dad. She of course actively tried to kill the Jedi before her as he was standing in her way. By reaching out with the force she launched a shockwave of power, but instead of directing it at what most would expect it to be directed at, Vardon. Irolia sent it at the ground around Vardon and making a medium sized piece of the earth he stood on been pushed away.

With a furious scream, she struck at Vardon with everything she got. Unlike her normal fighting, which was a much more dancing form with a mix of powerful yet precise strikes. This was pure and simple a rage-filled strike at Vardon. It had no finesse to it, just pure mindless strikes. It was pretty clear now, that Irolia was in a beastly frenzy condition and negative emotions were oozing from her. The among of negative emotion that coursed through had completely changed her eye colour. Piercing blood red eyes locked eyes with Vardon as she continually and mindless striking at him in a frenzy.

OOC: Permission is given for Vardon to capture Irolia

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[Vardon Galland]

The close ties between Parrot and Irolia should be well known to anyone who had seen them together and Galland was quite surprised as she simply ignored the droid. He spent a few short moments watching as the droid crashed into the ground. It weren't destroyed but it seemed likely that it might've been buckled somewhere and might even have temporarily deactivated after the blunt crash into the ground. He didn't have much time to stand around looking at the little droid, however, as its furious owner seemed dead set on killing him.

Despite being prepared for an attack, Irolia's next move was certainly not anticipated as she used the powerful force shockwave against the ground beneath him rather than sending it at Vardon directly. He lost his balance and stumbled about, just barely keeping himself from falling as the fertile earthy land beneath him was slipping away from under his feet. Without a moment to spare, Galland managed to raise his blade to face hers just in time to prevent her from slicing him in half. He did, however, find himself at quite the disadvantage as he only held his lightsaber with one hand as the other was used for regaining his balance. He felt the heat of his own blade as the Pantoran slowly managed to push their blades close to the padawan.

Soon, the Thyferran felt stable enough to make use of his free hand and immediately reached for his lightsaber to use the strength of both his arms to push the blade back. Irolia continued, striking at him in a wild frenzy which Vardon had some trouble handling not used to this highly aggressive chain of attacks which she used. There were several close calls where the padawan was just barely able to block one strike and then having to scramble to defend against the other. Eventually, he seemed to find something resembling a pattern in her moves and was able to block her attacks more efficiently as she kept pushing.

When she eventually went of an overhead attack, Vardon took the opportunity to quickly raise his blade to strike against hers, creating a blade lock above their heads. Leaving just one hand to hold the saber, the Thyferran used the other to grab hold of one of her wrists to tear it away from the saber and then to quickly try to snatch the blade away from her one hand before she could recover with the removed one.

If successful, Vardon would quickly extinguish both blades and try to tackle the Sith to the ground and then grabbing hold of both her wrists while sitting on his knees above her to prevent any further violence. "Leger, I need something to restrain her!" he exclaimed whilst struggling to keep her still. If nothing dramatic happened, the ship would soon return above them, hovering about three meters above the ground. Joe Bethersonton would appear at the ramp and throw down cuffs. If the situation was still under control, the padawan would attempt to put them on regardless of whatever wild screams in protest she would produce.

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[Irolia Shen]

The Pantoran stared at Vardon with wild beastly blood red eyes. Again and again, she struck at the Padawan. Eventually, he got the upper hand over her, as their blade locked over their head. Her nostril flared while her face twisted in pure rage. Before she got to react, Vardon had tackled her to the ground and removed her lightsaber from her grip. Irolia had tried to choke Vardon with her bare hands the moment he tackled her to the ground, but because he was faster, she didn't get to choke him. Screaming and twisting, Irolia tried to get free from the Padawans iron grip on her. She also tried like the wild beast she was, to get Vardon off her while screaming at him.

Irolia father stood by the ramp holding on to a robe to hold balance as she looked down at his daughter. There were no emotions that showed, his face had a stoic expression while watching the Jedi wrestle with his daughter. Irolia almost twisted herself free, as Vardon reached for the cuffs, but soon felt the cold metal click around her wrists. Irolia was powerless... or she felt powerless and she hated that. She hated being captured, it pierced her deeply and she snarled violently at Vardon.

Tears started to shimmer her eyes, giving them a glossy look. Her breathing was hyperventilating as the earth around the two force users began to levitate, shaking wildly.

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[Vardon Galland]

Keeping his usual calm, Vardon looked at the woman pinned below him with empathy. She didn't like being restrained, that much was for sure. He did not enjoy seeing her this upset at all and dearly wanted to make her happier, but at this moment, that was not a possibility as she would probably kill him if he did. Her demeanour seemed to change as he put on the metallic restraints, however. Instead of the wild roaring from before, she now produced a menacing snarl. The padawan couldn't recall any other being having conveyed a desire to kill him so strongly before as Irolia did right now.

At the same time, the tear shimmering in her eyes conveyed some kind of sadness and desperation or perhaps frustration, but nothing close to what every other part of her was signalling. For some reason beyond Vardon's understanding, he found himself getting lost in the Pantoran's red eyes again. This time, it didn't last for long, however, as he soon snapped back into reality once the earth around them began to rise up and shake wildly. "Irolia, you need to calm down." he said, keeping one hand pressing down both of her arms by the restraints above her head while shaking her shoulder with the other. "Irolia!" he said, once again as the earth kept shaking more and more violently.

The padawan looked around him, she was mostly just levitating pieces of dirt and grass, nothing which would be able to harm him as the levitating mass lacked any larger rocks or sharp objects. Without seeing much choice, the armoured man mentally prepared himself to knock her out and immediately bring her to the Solange. "Listen, I don't want to hurt you." he said, realizing the irony in it all as he had her pinned to the ground. "Let me take you back to the Solange so that we can talk in peace" he asked pleadingly.

If the situation with the levitating mud and grass would escalate, the Thyferran was fully prepared to use his hand by her shoulder to knock her out and bring her to the safer environments of the Solange.

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