In the eyes of Destiny.... ((invite))

[lordember]

.:.The force ran through the soul of the Bendu Priest like a soothing, plentiful resource of lightness. The metal flooring of the Ashla's Light, flagship of the Bendu order seemed like nothing from the attunement into the force which pulsed through Lance. But there was something else... a feeling within the force... a familiar, yet distant presence which urged him to search; wildly search. The Bendu's eyes twitched, then rapidly flickered open as a stronger sense pulsed through the force... as smooth as silk. Something or someone was calling for him... Lance pulled himself to his feet, his boots slightly tapping on the hard flooring. His hands pried open his door, his hair slightly waving as he stalked down the halls, heading towards the hangar bays.:.

 

[lordember]

.:.He made a quick check of his equipment... his lightsabers were there, along with his other equipment. With a sharp turn, and a quick wave of his hand, the hangar doors flew open, and Lance stalked through. His tall figure walked up the ramp, and went into the chambers of the vessel. He sat in the pilot seat, violently flicking switches. The force was surging, calling towards Lance... but where from? A final surge told him where... Naboo... his homeplanet. The vessel raised into the air, plunging into the darkness of space. Lance's left hand traveled across the boards, typing in the hyperspace coordinates for naboo. In a fast flash, the vessel was plunging towards naboo at lightspeed. Soon enough, it came to a hault... the refreshing planet of Naboo now in sight. Lance gave off a small smile... his home planet, which he hadn't seen in so many years. But that smile soon retreated as another message burst threw the force.:.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

Theed Starport. General confrence room.

*The Ancient voice echoed throughout the mind of the Bendu. It was a voice long ago forgotten though still so very much alive. Within the confrence room moonlight eyes gazed to the man beside him in an assureing glance, that what they were doing was what truley had to be done*

 

[lordember]

Theed Starport. General Conference room...

.:.The message rang throughout the Bendu's head... a voice that seemed deep and ancient; but not threatening. The vessel slightly rumbled as Lance piloted the ship through the atmoshpere into naboo, comming down right towards the Theed Starport... as requested. With masterful skill, he touched the vessel down in the starport, and lowered the ramp. The light, commanding stature of the Bendu came down the ramp as he put up his black hood, ice eyes staring from under it. He walked out of the hangar door... the conference room was not too far away... only a few cooridors; he remembered it from his childhood.:.

.:.The other ancient presence turned to reguard his friend, ice eyes staring at him... something that ran in the family. He gave a reassuring glance, agreeing that this had to be done. The ancient presence adjusted his robes, and folded his broad arms upon his chest, sensing Lance in the starport.:.

"He has landed."

 

[Damien Nightblade]

"Damnit im late..."

*He hurried through the halls of the Theed spaceport, brushing past people with the highest of respects as he made his way towards teh general confrence room. Something called him here, someone. A voice had echoed within his head, and such a thing was not to be neglected. He pushed opent eh doors and took a seat. His blindfolded eyes couldnt believe what he saw*

 

[lordember]

.:.The shadourian brushed by him with haste, and Lance guessed he was called here also. The Bendu let down the black hood of his cloak as he broak into a run, his long, light-brown hair pulsing as he ran down the starport's halls. The priest burst through the door, his cloak rustled and his eyes cold. He quickly sat down, than looked towards the front of the room... his jaw dropped. He almost jumped out of his seat... the two ancient essences stood at the head of the room... Lance looked towards kage, who had the same expression.:.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*Damien reguarded Lance Al'Kan with a smile. He found a bit of humor in the reactions of the two Masters of the force, though he had lived for over 100 hundred years now, and has seen a great deal of humorus things, such things werent enough to force his mind off of his true purpose*

"Do you know why we have called you here?"

 

[lordember]

.:.The Bendu studied the two presences... he recognized them both. He slightly smiled when he recognized the one as Lance Al'Kan, his grandfather... The other was Damien Nightblade... who his grandfather partially taught. Each were accomplished masters of the force. Lance Al'Galzrek thought of Damien's question... of course they called them here becaues of the Holy Wars, or the new arising Sith Order; or both.:.

"I presume you have called us here because of the Holy Wars, or the arising Sith Order..."


~*The figure of Lance Al'Kan nodded in response to his grandson's response to his friend. The force master folded his arms wisely upon his chest, staring upon the two- Kage and Lance in wonder... the future was infront of his eyes. The wise master spoke*~

"Indeed you are correct, my son. The future dwindles."

 

[Damien Nightblade]

"Your orders are hanging upon a very fien thread im afraid. As strong as you feel they may be. Darkness possesses a grip upon the future and that is unavoidable. The Holy Wars is the weilder of such darkness. And they can not be allowed to pass..."

 

[lordember]

.:.Lance knew that the war had to be stopped; it was wrong, and the lightside of the force would need all its strength to face the arising Sith Order and other threats that now bestowed themselves upon the galaxy. The Bendu looked towards the ground, pondering, then looked towards the shadourian master, who was no doubtly thinking the same. Ice eyes now met the presences in wonder.:.

"What will you have us do?"

 

[Brandon Rhea]

ADMIN: How can Damien Nightblade be in this thread?

 

[Damien Nightblade]

OOC: You know how he can be in this thread. Its just a discussion and its a pre-planned/decided thread. Ill PM you.

 

[lordember]

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