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Illusia stood in silence, basking in the rooms eerie chill. The Force ached as vibrations through the room itself pulsed with lingering fatalities. She would inhale that cold air and close her eyes, the Force speaking to her in soft whispers like a mother preaching a lullaby. It was then her Padawan's words entered her often closed mind, the harsh command of her otherwise warm friend bringing a frown to her face. Pulling the hood from it's resting place at her back she would again shroud her face in its shadow. Zebitrope IV went still in that moment, and that alone would bring a smile to the former Jedi's face. Dropping to her knees she would hold in the deep breath she took falling into a meditation.
Her Padawan approached with each passing second, and so did another in the Order, a high piece. Allowing her focus to reach outward she sensed their very connection to the Force, one struggling in the maze of tunnels while the other a more straight forward approach. Anger was in her belly, Illusia could feel it. Confusion too would come at a cost, a pit of rage too inside of Darix, whether or not the Battlemaster would admit it, his winding path was no easy one. Sensing her former Padawan's near approach Aÿisha Remy would stand from her meditation and gaze upon the Jedi her Padawan had become; bloody and all.
"Halo, I did not expect to see you so soon.."
She would open her arms to her former pupil and take a few short steps at the girl. Aÿisha deep down knew there was no way the girl would come forward and embrace her, that connection, that friendship had been lost when the Sith had taken her. Smiling out at the girl, it was the hiss of Lightsaber blade that would 'catch' the Sith Lord off guard.
Turning to face the Jedi Battlemaster, Illusia held her arms out openly, appearing passive in nature. The words which followed brought a frown to the woman's face and a subtle shake of her head. This was not her doing, this was not her fault. Typical in a Jedi's nature to cast such judgement so quickly. Looking to Halo she'd speak to her friend as she had years ago.
"This is who you ally yourself with, old friend?"
Frowning at her Padawan she would back away from the girl, looking at the two blades of the Jedi Orders most proficient of blademasters. This would be no easy task, but she had to do what must be done.
"Put it to a Jedi to draw his blade first..."
Her eyes would narrow on the Jedi Master, taking in everything the famous man had to offer. There were countless tales of his many battles and adventure, she had believed half of it in her time as a Jedi, as war was not common and the Order would never truly acknowledge such ways. She had looked up to the elder man as a girl, just as her former Master had. Reaching to her left hip a unique blade of her own would come to her hand, a staff hilt. The double beamed blade wouldn't come to life, merely rest in the Darth's palm. Exhaling a breath into the tensing air she'd break the stale silence.
"Your move Battlemaster."
Her Padawan approached with each passing second, and so did another in the Order, a high piece. Allowing her focus to reach outward she sensed their very connection to the Force, one struggling in the maze of tunnels while the other a more straight forward approach. Anger was in her belly, Illusia could feel it. Confusion too would come at a cost, a pit of rage too inside of Darix, whether or not the Battlemaster would admit it, his winding path was no easy one. Sensing her former Padawan's near approach Aÿisha Remy would stand from her meditation and gaze upon the Jedi her Padawan had become; bloody and all.
"Halo, I did not expect to see you so soon.."
She would open her arms to her former pupil and take a few short steps at the girl. Aÿisha deep down knew there was no way the girl would come forward and embrace her, that connection, that friendship had been lost when the Sith had taken her. Smiling out at the girl, it was the hiss of Lightsaber blade that would 'catch' the Sith Lord off guard.
Turning to face the Jedi Battlemaster, Illusia held her arms out openly, appearing passive in nature. The words which followed brought a frown to the woman's face and a subtle shake of her head. This was not her doing, this was not her fault. Typical in a Jedi's nature to cast such judgement so quickly. Looking to Halo she'd speak to her friend as she had years ago.
"This is who you ally yourself with, old friend?"
Frowning at her Padawan she would back away from the girl, looking at the two blades of the Jedi Orders most proficient of blademasters. This would be no easy task, but she had to do what must be done.
"Put it to a Jedi to draw his blade first..."
Her eyes would narrow on the Jedi Master, taking in everything the famous man had to offer. There were countless tales of his many battles and adventure, she had believed half of it in her time as a Jedi, as war was not common and the Order would never truly acknowledge such ways. She had looked up to the elder man as a girl, just as her former Master had. Reaching to her left hip a unique blade of her own would come to her hand, a staff hilt. The double beamed blade wouldn't come to life, merely rest in the Darth's palm. Exhaling a breath into the tensing air she'd break the stale silence.
"Your move Battlemaster."