The Reunion {Khivas, Rakkir, Closed unless you all ask really nicely}

[Khivas]

Arbra, Sundown;
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Khivas sat there in his makeshift quarters compiling his gear, restocked fresh thanks to the Rebels he had encountered on Naboo, giving him fresh supplies as a way of thanks and a parting gift. His armor was pretty badly damaged, but since things had finally quieted down somewhat, or least quieted down in terms of being shot at and Sith Lords trying to murder you, Khivas was allowed a moment's respite to get a few things out the way.

Chief among those had already been met, which was him following and then agreeing to a formal apprenticeship to the Jedi Knight Rane Vastra, allowing Khivas to finally finish his formal training and become a Jedi Knight as he felt was his destiny. Now it was time to relax a bit, and more importantly send out a message to his closest friend and ally, a Sith Jedi Hunter turned Jedi, Rakkir Shu'Ro, and tell him to bring him and Khivas' ship to Arbra. Khivas had every intention on getting his friend officially introduced to the Jedi Order, getting him trained up as well, and together form a team, a crew of sorts for missions and plans in the future to aid the Rebellion and the Jedi Order, something Khivas had been considering doing for some time. But of course first thing's first, and with that mentality he went over to the comm relay station the Jedi had set up on Arbra and sent out a transmission to his ship's coded frequency, alerting Rakkir to Khivas' position and get there with as much haste as a starved Nexu chasing a wounded prey.

Moving away from the console, Khivas nodded and thanked the communications officer for allowing him to use the panel in the first place, and headed back to his quarters, where he would sit and away word that his friend had arrived, and from there they'd go on and continue with their lives.

Too long he had waited for this, all of this. Finding the Rebels, meeting other Jedi, finally forming up to really fight back against the onslaught of the Sith Imperium. A good day was dawning on Khivas, a day he would seize for himself.

 

[Narvex]

What a waste of a day. All that work hunting down his bounty on that miserable hot planet and barley enough reward to refuel the ship. The Hutts never did like to keep their word, not in his experiences with them at least. He begrudgingly accepted what he got and parted ways, anxious to set out for anywhere but here. He could try some aggressive negotiations with them to get more money, but the new path he walked frowned upon that. Making his way out of the Hutts palace he was glade he wore an environmental mask. All these different species here drinking and caring on, plus the heat, could equal some mighty unpleasant smells. As he made it to the door he nodded to the droid standing by the controls and door began to rise. Ever since he and Khivas parted ways it had been one job after another to keep himself afloat all the while looking for clues on the Jedi's location. He only hoped his friend was having more luck than him. Outside the heat was blazing and Rakkir was glad the ship wasn't parked too far away from the palace, quickly making his way aboard.

It wasn't long after he was on the ship that he removed his hood and took off his mask. Despite his heritage he still didn't really care for super hot planets. A few sweat droplets went rolling down his face, providing a mild cooling sensation as they moved along the curves of his face stopping briefly on his tendrils before descending to the floor below. In the distance he could hear a patterns of beeps calling him to come to the cockpit. He hooked his mask on the left side of his belt and made his way down the hall to the noises location to investigate what was going on.

Pressing a few buttons a holo recording began to play left for him by his friend Khivas. He wanted him to come to the planet of Arbra to meet up and bring the ship. When the message ended Rakkir smirked and said to himself "Of course ill bring the ship how else would i get there?" In a semi smart assed tone. Taking position up in the pilot's seat he punched in the lightspeed coordinate into the computer ans engaged the autopilot. Letting out a sigh and rising to his feet Rakkir moved tot he crew quarters, "Ill use this time to get cleaned up before i arrive."

It wasnt long before Rakkir returned to the cockpit to take control as the ship left lightspeed and he arrived at his destination. Going through the standard planet entry procedure he had learned and docking at the space port matching the coordinate he had been given. It all seemed like second nature now, muscle memory if you will. "I wonder what this is all about" He thought out loud as he turned off the engines and made his way to the ships exit ramp. As the ramp lowered he grabbed his mask from its spot on his belt and placed it on his face before raising his hood back up over it. Making his way down the ramp he seen the hustle and bustle of the space port and wondered where the hell his friend was hiding.

 

[Khivas]

Holocall bells rang out, it's gentle but high pitched screeching hitting Khivas' ears and alerting him that his attention was required elsewhere. Putting off the work needed for his armor, Khivas got up and walked over to the console and hit the receive button, and was met with the blue image and voice of a young male, Iridonian in origin, telling him an arrival had come for him. "He claims you sent for him sir, the ship's designation is the-"

"Mirado, correct?"

"Yes sir, so I take it he is telling the truth?"

"Yes," Khivas said to the young, cautious man, "He is indeed. Old friend of mine, a fellow Jedi, or will be I hope. I'll come out to retrieve him, keep `em safe for me alright?" He said with a wink before going to cut off the transmission.

"Yes sir." Said the male as the transmission cut out. Khivas walked away from the console and tied his jumpsuit's sleeves around his waist, and placed his lightsaber on his belt, leaving behind his tools and shotgun, as well as his armor, certain that in this place he would not need them, the first time he can ever recall himself thinking that in his life. "It's good to be among plentiful allies again." He thought to himself as he opened the door to his quarters and started down the path to the spaceport.

Walking down, the hustle and bustle of the Jedi and Rebels working together to establish themselves could be heard. They were small in number and power, but great in will and courage, and it was these men and women who would be at the forefront of the war against the Sith Imperium, and Khivas hoped he could be strong enough to back them up as much as they needed. Too many times he was forced to remember the time when he was forced to leave Corellia, and here now he was able to make a difference.

Moving past the varied hallways and makeshift staging areas for who knows what, Khivas finally made it to the "spaceport" and found the black, grey, and red bird shaped ship waiting for him, the XT-109 Sparrow-Hawk dubbed The Mirado was in as fine as shape as ever, it's battle scars showing a rich past with it's owner. "Ahh, my baby! She's still in one piece, thank god!" Khivas exclaimed when he saw his vessel, a sense of relief coming over him. "And where's my partner in crime, eh? Rakkir! There you are you devil, come here!" The Jedi said, happiness now washing over him, the man joyed to see his friend alive and in one piece, and here with other Jedi at last.

Grabbing the man and giving him a hug, Khivas released and patted his shoulder, saying "It's about time you got here slowpoke! Look! Rebels! Jedi! We found them! We've finally found them!"

 

[Narvex]

Rakkir thanked the young Zabrak for helping him reach out to his friend. He had never been to this planet before or even thought to come here. Most thought it was without technology looking at it from space and scanning it. He guessed most of the technology was further below the surface out of scans. On this planet he could feel the force all around him in abundance it was welcoming to him. A nice feeling to have when people even some of your allies still look at you with unease. "I guess the mask doesn't help much either for that problem" He thought to himself. While he waited he took in his surroundings, taking note of everything he could like he was taught not too long ago. It was a sight to behold. There were rebels and Jedi walking around talking and interacting without a care it seemed. Certainly this would be a treasure trove for the Imperium if they caught wind of it, which he now knew he would have to make sure didn't happen no matter what.

A few minutes passed before Rakkir could sense Khivas more clearly, and sure enough there he was walking through the crowd, a smile on his face and not a care in the world. The first thing he did when he approached was run over to his ship checking it over. He loved that ship a little too much sometimes he thought but understandably with how many times it had gotten them out of scrapes. It was their home for a long while after all, it was hard not to get attached. Once he made sure his ship was fine Khivas greeted Rakkir in a brotherly manner before embracing him in a hug. Rakkir happy to see his friend as well embraced im back briefly. "Its good to see you my friend." Once greetings were exchanged Khivas pointed out all of the people and Jedi in such joy it actually made Rakkir smile a little even though nobody could see it under his mask. It was truly a sight to see. They had both been searching for a safe haven for some time now and here it was, it seemed too good to be true. He only wondered if they would be so quick to embrace and forgive him as his friend did years ago.

"Its quite the sight i miust admit." Rakkir exclaimed as they started walking forward away from the makeshift spaceport. Rakkir turned and nodded to the Iridonian again as they passed him by, he returned the nod and went back to doing what looked like his daily inventories. Khivas seemed to be beaming with joy, it had been a while since he seen his friend like this and he knew it couldn't just be from seeing him. "So tell me Khivas, what has you so happy? Tell me about this place, how can there be so many Jedi here? And do you truly think it safe for ME to be here? Not all are as forgiving as you." Rakkir asked as they walked on their path, which felt like was being guided by another other than himself. This place felt unfamiliar and too good to be true, but he hoped that it wasn't. He hoped that in this place he could finally start taking actual steps towards making that dying Jedi's words come true.

 

[Khivas]

His questions and concerns were valid, that much was true. Khivas listened to his friend voice his worries, to which he answered by stopping in his tracks and placing a hand on Rakkir's shoulder. "Listen, I was skeptical at first as well, but you weren't there on Naboo. I saw them man, I saw these people, regular fools with regular guns fighting against these supposed super trained elite, fighting them and winning. The only reason the Rebels had to pull out of Naboo was for sheer lack of numbers. That's the only thing the Imperium has on us, and get this, they're at Civil War right now. Come on, we'll talk more in my room."

Nodding for Rakkir to follow him, Khivas continued down past the bustling soldiers and Jedi setting themselves up for future operations to reclaim their long lost safe houses and bases across the galaxy, creating a staging point to assault and take down the Sith when the time came. The Jedi were meant to be protectors, fighters of the darkness and the bearings of the Sith even when they were scattered like rats in a fire, and here and now this place was them returning to their rightful place in the galaxy, and Khivas was going to be damn sure he had a front row seat to watch the Sith shit their pants when they saw a unified force take them down.

Finally reaching his quarters, Khivas opened the door and said to his friend "Welcome to my very humble abode." Ushering him in and following behind, closing the door before giving Rakkir a quick tour. "Pretty standard soldier's quarters, nothing we're not already used to, but if you ever need a place to stay, you got one right here. Workbench over there, maintenance table opposite from it, a refresher, mini armory, all the comforts of "home" in a small hole in the ground. Come, sit." Khivas said as he sat on a small couch opposite a chair, a table in the middle with some brandy and water sitting on it.

Pouring a glass of brandy and pushing it towards Rakkir's direction before pouring himself a glass, Khivas began to tell Rakkir the answer to his questions, an attempt to quell his concerns. "Alright, where to begin, where to begin....I suppose the Jedi and your racial heritage might be a good spot as any." Looking Rakkir dead in the eye with a serious but compassionate stare, Khivas said "The Jedi are not the Sith Order. You were used to being subjugated and beaten and living in constant fear, taught from day one that it's kill or be killed and nobody would accept you, which was proven false when you met me, and the only reason why I didn't carve your head off during our duel was because I was following the Jedi Code, the same code these guys are following and to a much tighter degree than I ever have. Plus, they're not exactly in a spot to be too picky. You aren't exactly evil incarnate, and if anything you've come off as as guy who's simply trying to redeem himself from his previous acts, nothing too different to them, trust me on that one." He finished, taking a swig of his glass.

"Also, I've been taken under a Jedi Knight's wing, I'm officially a Padawan again and I can finish my training. Maybe I'll get as good as you with using the Force and all that. I'll introduce you later and maybe we can get the same for you so you can actually learn to use those lightsabers you got." Khivas resumed, coughing a bit as the brandy burned on the way down. Cheap stuff, guaranteed to make you drunk but also equally sick. "Anyway, we'll get to that. What makes me think these really got a chance though are the rumors that have been flying around the galaxy, spreading like wildfire. You see...." The young Jedi said, leaning forward to look Rakkir in the eye. "The Empress is a Skywalker, she even admitted to it. More so, there's a rumor flying about that she has an heir running around the galaxy somewhere. An heir that isn't shrouded in darkness. I don't know how much you know about history, but whenever the name Skywalker is dropped, people on both sides of the fence tend to shake in their boots. Not sure how this may turn out for us, but I'm ever the optimistic one here, and I'm willing to wager we'll have a good time in the future. Or as good as a war to the death and determination of the galaxy can be."

Leaning back, Khivas took a moment to pause and let all the information sink in so Rakkir could process it. "Now when you're done with all that, I got more to tell you about, a lot more. I want to put together a little crew to on little....expeditions for the Rebels. Tight, tactical stuff, but we won't have to hide as much as we used to before. Times are changing my friend, times are a changing."

 

[Narvex]

Rakkir listened as his friend meticulously went through and answered all of his questions with careful and comforting words. It was a lot of information to take in and process but that didnt change the fact it was good information and needed to be memorized and stored for later. Khivas slide Rakkir a glass and filled it with what he assumed was brandy knowing his friend and he took it up accepting the generous act. He brought it to his face before he realized he was still wearing his mask. Rolling his eyes, he sat the glass down on the table before removing both his hood and the mask, setting it on his knee. Calling the force he pulled the glass back to his hand and took as swig as Khivas continued. The liquid was like fire water as it burned its way down his throat like liquid metal being poured into a mold in a distant droid factory. A cough forced its way up and out of his throat like steam out of an exhaust port and tasted about the same. "where did he get this garbage" he thought to himself trying to pay attention to the brief.

A few things caught his attention more than others. The fact that Khivas was an actual Padawan now, the fact that he could walk around without looking over his shoulder was another, and lastly the thing that almost made him spit out the second awful swig was the name Skywalker. Quickly choking down the rough drink and bringing the glass to rest on his knee opposite his mask he exclaimed "Skywalker!? How good is that intel? If the empress is a Skywalker that doesnt bode well for us." That name was legend. One Skywalker was enough to throw things all out of balance for good or for bad, more often bad from what he could remember. He paused for a moment and stared at the glass in his hand, "well at least there will be no short on job requests then with a war on the horizon."

Rakkir leaned back in the chair and made himself comfortable as his friend told him that that wasn't all the information he had. He then made mention of wanting to put together a crew, this he liked the sound of. A small tactical crew could prove very useful in the future on many jobs. Rakkir reached up to his face with his left hand and stroked the tendrils on his chin once in a pondering manner "Well, you have my attention, tell me more about this crew and whatever else you have to tell me." He said as he smiled and brought his hand back down to rest on his mask. It was great to see his friend and even better that he had found out so much while Rakkir himself was out hunting down lowlifes to put food on the table and keep the ship on working order.

 

[Khivas]

"Yeap, definitely a Skywalker. She even came out and admitted it. Then threw a star-destroyer on one of her cities just to drive home a point. That's when the fires got the fuel they needed to burst into bigger flames, which lead to Naboo. But of course, the rumor also says she has an heir, one that isn't Sith or Darkside, and that's something she and her little whores would wanna keep quiet about, because the last time this happened a thousand years ago that Heir To The Throne business killed Vader and upset their little Imperium. This time around the same can be done just the same, and I intend to help any way I can, which leads us back to the team..."

Throughout their travels together, Rakkir and Khivas had met an interesting cavalcade of people, from many walks of life. They met former Mando Commandos, Assassins, Imperial Deserters, Rebel Deserters, fellow Bounty Hunters, and Smugglers, and of course clashed with these people just the same, among others from the ever lovely Sith Imperium. Yet, not once in all that time did the thought cross their mind that they should permanently team up with these people, make an actual, honest hunting and mercenary crew out of them, an opportunity Khivas both regretted and was relieved for making.

Now however with him officially being a Jedi and Rebel, the idea of a crew reentered his mind again, only this time it wouldn't be as mercenaries or bounty hunters, or at least their real function wouldn't be that. Sure, they'd masquerade as such as to remain hidden in plain sight, but this crew would be a surgeons weapon in an operation to remove bits and pieces of a tumor from the galaxy. Khivas wanted a crew of his own for small big important tactical missions and to bolster assaults for the new war on the horizon.

"I want a small crew, five or six people tops, us included, for small tactical incursions and the occasional bounty hunting gig, earn a few credits on the side for the Rebellion and our own needs at times. Figure a couple of Jedi like us, who are both Jedi and Hardened Mercs, and a couple of the people I met while on Naboo, a Mandalorian to be more precise, as well as a few other interesting folks I met. Work with a rebel or two, and head out on specified missions to wherever they may need to blow something up or steal some data, and boom, the war effort is helped just that much more. Sounds small scale, but I'm not the best at fighting a head on war, so it works for you. You in?" Khivas said as he leaned back into his seat and took a long sip of his brandy, awaiting Rakkir's answer.

 

[Narvex]

Rakkir listened as Khivas told him about the Empress and her exploits. Throwing a star destroyer with the force was not a feat many could do unless you were as strong in the force as a Skywalker. He went on to talk about the crew he wanted to put together but only a small one of about six. Rakkir welcomed this idea. As much as he enjoyed it being the two of them performing jobs, the many times they came close to becoming one with the force wasn't a comforting thought. Rakkir took another drink of his brandy then leaned forward setting the now empty glass on the table.

Ok, I'm in, let's get down to business. "I assume you have people already in mind." Rakkir’s focus now completely on the list of things that would need to be done to get this group up and running. The thought of the things they could accomplish and the difference they could help make forced a smirk to crack across his usually serious face.

"I think this goes without saying but before we get deep into hunting down....sorry, recruiting these people we should get me inducted into the rebels and Jedi on an official basis and find me a Master as well. Other than that I have no objections and can't wait to see who you have in mind to fill the many positions a team has to fill, have to be well balanced and skilled for this to work as you know." Rakkir gave his a friend a smile and a nod as he leaned back in his seat again. This could be the start of something very entertaining, and maybe, just a little profitable.

 

[Khivas]

"Aye, that I do!" Khivas answered his friend when he asked if he had people in mind for this crew of his. "You could say from the people I've met so far I have a good idea for a crew in mind, people that would really compliment our fighting style and preferences. But I'll tell you about them later, I need to run it by the Rebel's HQ first. Of which by the way, we'll be heading there, to their HQ that is. You might have heard it, you might not have, but somehow we won the Battle on Naboo and the Imperials are....Rumored at least, to be in the middle of a Civil War."

Taking a deep breathe before going on, Khivas straightened out his back and laid into the tale. "So the Sith Imperium like they always do when you give into the Darkside decided to stab each other in the back and now they're all caught up in the middle of a Civil War. The Empress being the little bitch she is threw a hissy fit and tossed an entire star-destroyer of hers and the Dark Council or whatever they use there got all pissy and decided she should no longer be in power because there's better people for the job or something and as rumor goes the Imperium is now fighting each other leaving them open for revolt, which is exactly what happened on Naboo, only in this case the Imperials tried to show up but got slapped real hard in the face by a galaxy that's tired of their shit. And Naboo wasn't the only planet either." He said, pausing to get another breathe before going on "Damn near half of their territory stood up all at once and gave them a collective 'screw you' and sided with the Rebels, forming a sort of Proto-Republic with Naboo at it's center. Fun times, right? Anyway, take a moment to rest and relax, shower, get some grub, hone some lightsaber skills or something, because we're gonna be going to meet with a few Jedi Knights and get you officially inducted into the order. After that," Khivas said as he got up from his seat, "It's go time, baby."

 

[Narvex]

Rakkir sat quietly and listened to all the information being given to him doing his best to memorize it. He finished by telling Rakkir where he could find somethings to keep himself busy while he went to talk to some people to get the ball rolling on his enlistment. That being said Rakkir stood up from his slightly uncomfortable seat and shook his friend's hand firmly. "Thanks Khivas, I'll be in the training room when you are ready for me." Rakkir then turned and walked out the door, pausing to put his mask back on before continuing down the hallway to the training room. It wasn't that far of a walk to his destination. As he approached Rakkir the field he noticed people waves were scattered here and there across it. Some rebels were practicing combat tactics, movements, and CQC and then there was Jedi meditating or practicing forms. "This is nice" he said quietly to himself.

Walking to the center of the field, Rakkir thought about opening the pouch on his lower back, touching them briefly with the force. The pouch opened on both sides and Rakkir called his lightsabers to his hands with the help of the force. With a hiss the sabers sparked to life at the same time, their orange glow shining brilliantly for passersby to see. Closing his eyes, he focused his thoughts and pictured a scenario being surrounded by multiple opponents, sith in nature and style. Next he thought of his forms movements and lastly connected himself to the force. Rakkir began moving his body guided by both muscle memory and by the invisible and nurturing hand of the force. He moved from one target to another keeping them all off balance with his vicious barrage of attacks from both sabers, parrying, countering, and striking down his invisible foes one by one.

When the last mental foe fell to the ground dropping his saber, Rakkir finally came to rest. His breathing a little heavy from the mach fight. Sweat was rolling down the grooves of his face annoyingly tickling as they crept along. He wanted to wipe them away but mask prevented him from doing so for now. Now done with his exercise Rakkir extinguished his sabers before returning them back to the home on his lower back. The calm he felt seemed fleeting, it wasn't long before he could feel the dark side creeping up inside of him once again. Juyo was a strong and suitable form for him, but it came with a price. A never ending wrestling match with his dark side urges.

Rakkir gritted his teeth and sat down cross legged on the ground in his best meditation posture. It helped him to turn his focus on other things when this price came back around to smack him in the face like a sand person's cudgel. He reached out with the force grabbing hold of some of the small and large rocks around the field. He connected with them, examined them, felt every nook and crazy they had through the force. Bringing them closer to himself he pushed down the urges and replaced them with thoughts he felt had the strongest connection to the light side, all the good he had done on his travels with Khivas. These would be his fuel for the internal battle he was currently going through.

 

[Khivas]

As Rakkir got up and left the small quarters to go find a training room, Khivas simply nodded and acknowledged his friend as he left the space to go pursue his own interests. Sipping his brandy, Khivas then realized the one thing that was odd about that moment, that didn't quite seem to fit, and then it hit him as clear as day as it dawned on him that "Wait, training room? When the hell did we get a training room?" Putting the glass down and getting up to follow his friend, Khivas donned his armor and outfit in full and left the room, locking the door on his way out, and set off to track his friend down.

Only he had no idea where he had gone.

"....Damn it." He thought to himself as he rubbed his temple. Instead of deciding to simply search every single area of the newly forming base, Khivas sat down in front of his door and decided on a different course of action; he would meditate and try to sense him through the Force.

While Khivas was doubtlessly terrible at using his Force abilities, he did possess them nonetheless, and he himself would admit that he needed as much practice as possible in them to hone and grow the skills, as it was obvious from his battles on Naboo that the Force was still a Jedi's best ally. Thus he sat, crossed his legs, and began to focus and do his best to let go of the lingering issues present on his mind and reach out to his surroundings with the Force. Drawing a deep breathe, Khivas let go, and calmed, and sensed.....and.....

Nothing. Not a damn thing.

Opening his eyes and furrowing his brow, Khivas took another deep breathe and tried again, this time giving his shoulders a bit of a shake and setting forth to reach out yet again. He didn't use the Force Sense on command too often if ever, yet somehow it was always there when he needed it to be, always warning him of impending danger, and this time.....This time it worked.

He could feel them, everyone inside the base, sort of. To the uninitiated like Khivas he felt less of defined presences and things within the Force and more like splotches, but he could sense them nonetheless, something he was unable to do before. Maintaining his composure, he continued reaching out past the myriad of thoughts and feelings of those around him, reaching far for one that had so little experience in this, and found him, that mingled, tortured soul.

Khivas knew that Rakkir still held mixed feelings about his past and what he had done, but he did not know it was this bad, that it still plagued him to this day and even when using his favored form of fighting, that the Darkside still wanted him back and tugged so strongly as him. As everyone else that Khivas sensed appeared as either a gray or blue splotch, Rakkir appeared as a grayed out form with black and red dots trying to creep their way in.

Releasing himself from his focus, Khivas got up and departed for where he had sensed his friend to be, and after a short trek, found him in the middle of a field where other Jedi were training with their various arts and particular needs, some becoming warriors, others sages, and near the edge away from them all from Rakkir, sitting and meditating, trying to tame the darkness held within himself.

Walking over to him so that he would be standing in front of him, Khivas crossed his arms and looked down at his friend, saying "You know, there are other forms you could use that aren't so taxing on your mental and spiritual self. You alright man?"

 

[Narvex]

Slowly, the thoughts and urges that had bubbled up inside his mind began to disappear. The waters of Rakkir's mind transitioned from crashing waves, pounding and wearing away stones to nothing more than a calm wave caressing the sands of a beautiful beach. With the dark side being pushed back there was no longer a need for the rocks that he had been using to help in his focusing. He could still feel them through the force, every little detail about them now, but there was something else near by, or rather someone else. A silhouette of a person appeared in Rakkir's mind, foggy at first but then became clearer as he focused in on it. The figure had a hand outstretched to him then a voice passed through his ears. It was Khiva's voice asking if he was okay. He wanted to answer, to put his friend's mind at ease, but first he would have to do something about these rocks he had been holding for a while now.

Slowly and with some amount of care, Rakkir lowered the rocks to the ground and un-link himself from them. Khivas was still standing there when Rakkir opened his eyes, hand outstretched and waiting with a look of worry on his face. Rakkir grabbed his friend's hand and took his assistance with rising to his feet. "Yes, im fine. Sometimes when i practice Juyo and get into the form completely it causes thoughts, training, and dark urges to rise to the surface. It's tricky but i'll master this form eventually and hopefully this will happen less." He said filling Khivas in as they began to move away from the field. Soldiers continued to practice their drills and CQC as they passed, but the Jedi... He could see they Jedi shoot him a brief, concerned glance his direction as if they sensed something amiss. He paid them no mind, maintaining his current course back to Khivas' quarters.

Upon reaching his friend's room Rakkir took off his hood and mask, setting them on the arm of the couch. "Im just going to get cleaned up before we go to meet the Masters if that's okay with you?" He asked halfheartedly, already masking his way to the bathroom, making himself at home already. Rakkir enjoyed a burning hot shower after a good workout or a hunt, it was refreshing, like washing away all your worries for the day to start anew. Once finished he got dressed in a clean outfit and made sure all his effects were where they needed to be. "lightsabers, knives, poison, grenade,..." he went on talking to himself in a whisper as he made sure he had all his things in their place before making his way back out to the couch and taking a seat. "So, im ready when you are my friend."

 

[Khivas]

"If you say so..." Khivas said as he helped his friend up from the ground, his concerns still strong in his mind. Juyo was powerful, but it did not do well for one's mental health to continuously use it, hence why so many Sith ended up going more mad than the Darkside alone would create. "Just, be careful with that alright? Stuff like that can't possibly be good for you. Maybe later we can search the Jedi Archives for a way to make Juyo less taxing on you." He said as they gathered themselves and headed back inside to Khivas' room.

It wasn't lost on him how the other Jedi in the area saw and viewed Rakkir, and in a similar vein Khivas; One had a slight tinge of something dark on him because of the way he was born, despite being a being of the Lightside, and the other was such a rogue like outcast that Khivas, no matter how skilled he was, would still stick out like a sore thumb since he wore a suit of armor that resembled a soldier's outfit than a Jedi's. That, and he carried a gun, two things most Jedi just simply did not do, so yea, outcast. That said though, being an outcast among outcasts didn't mean much if anything at all, and in many places and among many people Khivas was still wanted, and if Khivas could be counted among these people, Rakkir certainly could as well.

After reaching the room, Rakkir opted to take a shower, to which Khivas agreed as Rakkir, Force be with him, stunk like a gundark in heat. As Rakkir was cleaning himself up, Khivas took the time to write up a message request to submit to the Jedi council, asking them to see both him and Rakkir, Rakkir to accept him formally into the order, and Khivas for a particular set of plans he wanted to help usher in to combat the Sith. When Rakkir came out, Khivas turned to face him and asked with a laugh "Feel better, because you sure as hell smell better."

"Listen," He said, "We can't just go meet the with the Council at our whim, we gotta submit a request to see them, and there are Knights that can take you in and induct you formally here, it doesn't have to be just them. That said, I have a message all written up to send to them, just hit the button and it's done, but I make no promises that they'll meet with us."