Ask There is No War in Param Sing-Se

[Param Vour]

Why were thoughts so hard? Feelings and emotions so devastatingly influential? Param had gone wandering. She needed a break from Troiken, a refuge from the Sith for a while, a vacation from her own garden. Vee had done his best to cheer her up, spending much more time perched on her shoulder now. He was in rest mode, as Param’s legs dangled over the edge of a small cliff, her black robes a stark contrast to the grassy landscape. A single lightsaber hung from her belt against her thigh.

Below the cliff, an abandoned farm lay sprawled across the land. The broken Spintir homestead sat in a field of dead or dying crops. A few animals roamed the rows in search of food. Not a care in the galaxy, not a shred of turmoil within them. If they left the farm, packs of lynx would hunt them; but here on the farm they could live peacefully, chomping on what was left of crops and the weedy grass that started to grow over time.

Param’s silver eyes watched them from under her long silver hair. Why did these creatures get a chance to live in peace, yet she couldn’t? They were only animals. Love, Hate, Anger, Sadness, all things they couldn’t seem to feel, and yet they were afforded this while Param had to leave her own damn home to get away from everything.

She had shown Karys her soft underbelly, and he’d lashed out like a predator at its prey. Given him a peek into her conflict, and he had reached for his lightsaber. The stains of tears streaked down her pale cheeks. Even when she thought she’d cried her last, she saw her life crumbling around her, crumbling around Kai, and she would start to cry all over again. There was no peace for Param, and she had all but figured that out.

Why couldn’t she hate them for their peace? She felt anger, but it wasn’t at the fauna below, but at herself. Every time she tapped into her passions, darkness was not what she found. Even thinking about Karys, and his so readily available betrayal, she felt… nothing? Like it wasn’t real; like it didn’t matter.

Like she had forgiven him before she could find a way to forgive herself.

@LadyRen

 

[Kalique Baize]

The plan of finding a way to train Saber Wolf puppies and shape them into perfect Knight-Companions was in full swing - yet just like it was with her Squires, having more than one to focus on at once was...challenging. They had found a total of four Wolves on Ossus, and so Kalique was often out and about with the whole pack of juvenile beasts...

As they hadn't reached canine puberty yet, they showed little signs of aggressions, which was good, but obedience was difficult for the little distracted baby brains as well. When Rhia had classes at the Academy, Kalique often went over by herself, but obviously it wasn't the only reason she frequented Spintir so often.

Still, whenever she was here, she diligently continued their training, and right now this meant regular walks during which they were taught to follow and respond to her commands. They rarely stayed in straight lines (two left, two right of her), but they had already made lots of progress, which was good to see. They also responded to being called and they never strayed too far from their pack, yet what usually happened was them chaotically circling her while they made their way through forests and across fields.

Kalique often loaded them into a practical vehicle and brought them to new places each time, knowing they needed to be introduced to various stimuli, and this day was no different. She was an hour away from their homestead and exploring yet another area while they were allowed to hunt a little. It was still a game for the pups, but even there they made progress.

Her immediate surroundings were often filled with snarls, growls and yelps, but today the vocal animals were pleasantly quiet. They seemed much more focused as they bolted across the fields, never leaving the 50 meter radius she allowed them to have and always curiously exploring their environment. Kalique was relatively relaxed as they walked, but as they walked up a little hill of which she knew would end in an overlook that basically faced an abandoned farm from a safe distance, she noticed Chaos tensely started sniffing the air.

"Don't" Kalique warned him determinantly, expecting him to sense deer nearby, but they had already gotten their share of hunting for today, and she wanted to get them back soon. "Hey" she adressed the brindled, dark wolf again, so that he finally switched his focus back to the Knight-Captain, but that was when Lumi, the pup Rhia had named and the one who usually behaved well, started whimpering.

Kalique immediately quirked a brow, noticing that something or rather someone was close by as she reached out with the Force and immediately wondered why someone would be around the abandoned farm down below anyway. Also, even from the distance she perceived the distinct sense of anger that surrounded the stranger, and simply wanting to check in whether everything was alright, she started approaching the overlook.

As always out here, both lightsabers dangled from her belt, but she was otherwise adorned in an unassuming, cute fall outfit. As it hadn't rained yesterday, she hadn't regretted it so far as no muddy paw prints covered her clothes by now, but it was surely something for a casual walk, not something highly practical.

As they made their way up, a dark silhouette with silvery hair soon came into sight. Kalique slightly tilted her head to the side and her gaze immediately flicked down to the lightsaber on her hips. That...was a potential problem and so she immediately gestured the pups to stay and wait where they were. They immediately grew nervous, but stopped in their tracks, curiously watching the stranger while Kalique approached her slowly.

"Hey!" in case she didn't turn before she got to a distance of 20 meters between them, Kalique didn't want to scare her and so she'd call over to announce her. She carefully veiled her presence within the Force and stopped where she was then, her gaze fully calm.

"Are you alright?". While she was generally wary around strangers, she was no one to judge preventativly, and perhaps the woman needed help, so her tone was relatively light. "I was just passing by" she raised her hands slowly, indicating she meant no harm, but the anger radiating off her was an alarm signal she couldn't just ignore. Who was she and what was she doing here?

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Param was too caught up in in her thoughts to notice the woman approach. Too burdened by the stress of doing everything she could think of to keep her real self from her Sith self. Every day she would wake up, stare in the mirror, and hate herself for what she had to do that day. Hate herself for harboring the monster that Kai had seen at the fair, a yellowed eyed monster that he was still careful not to provoke. Why did he have to be Crimson Dawn? And why did she have to be Sith? Why couldn’t she just feel safe in his arms every day?

Another bout of tears was fighting to surface when Param heard the call of the woman. She turned her head over her shoulder, catching a small glimpse of the woman, but noticing the lightsabers on her belt. Param was in Imperial space, there was no doubt about it. Troiken sat at the very edge of the Hutts and the Empire, this planet just seemed like a good place to get away from everything. Low population, lots of nature, everything one would need for a quiet get away to collect one’s thoughts and emotions. Now she was face to face with an enemy of the Sith Order… and she found herself not giving a damn.

“You should go,” she said with a normal volume. The woman would have to get closer or use the Force to hear. Param assumed she’d have that, given the lightsabers. “We’re supposed to be enemies.” Param brought her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly.

Vee had perked up, shifting on his perch on her left shoulder so that he could watch the woman. He beeped and whirred, a cautious but sad tone in his audio signature. Param buried her face in her knees, the bout of tears winning the fight against her expression. The only inclination being her hunched over frame and the way her back lifted and fell rapidly, as if she wasn’t just breathing but weeping.

@LadyRen

 

[Kalique Baize]

Kalique's stance was relatively relaxed too, but her mind was fully ready to pounce. She sensed how the nervousity within the pups grew, but so far, they just stayed put, simply shifting their weight from one paw to the other while watching with half tilted heads and perched ears.

Behind her anger and desperation was fear and pain, too. Sadness even. Helplessness. Kalique had always been empathetic, but her ability to sense such fine nuances in emotions helped, too. She couldn't leave her like that, no, and even if she asked her to leave, there was noting hostile about her demeanor just yet.

She walked up a little closer, her hands still in a resting position but her mind alerted while her emerald eyes canned her calmly. "Enemies? Is this something you just assume because I carry the same weapons you do?".

She was no Jedi...she was relatively certain. The emotions radiating off her were dark side related, but this was also not a full blood Sith either. The lightsaber color would probably disclose some details, yet Kalique also knew that they were no reason to judge someone. Also, chances way it wasn't even hers.

"I promise I mean no harm, but you seem like someone in need of a conversation" given that there was a slight whirlwind inside her, Kalique was certain the guess wasn't too far fetched. Maybe she'd just turn it down, but Kali had no choice but to figure out who she was if she was here on Spintir.

She folded her arms in front of her chest and intended to meet her gaze, but while she was looking for information, her tone wasn't demanding as she asked, "What are you doing out here? ". Spintir wasn't too densely populated and she was most certainly as stranger to this place, but was she a threat?

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Param continued to cry into her knees, even as the woman asked her about assuming they were enemies. How could they not be? Some black robed Sith decided Imperials would be the enemy, and so they were. Which would be all well and good if that Sith didn’t also turn toward everyone else in the galaxy as well and make enemies of them all. The only friends a Sith was allowed were in the Order itself. Murderers, butchers, and cast of angry children; that’s what she was forced to befriend; she certainly wasn’t blameless in it all, but they loved it while she hated it.

The last conversation she had was with Karys. Look how well that went. Someone she thought she could count on telling her to grow a spine. She had almost told him everything; laid everything out on the table bare and was prepared to kill her for it. There were a lot of things in the galaxy Param needed, and she couldn’t afford any of them as she was.

She lifted her head, tear streaked cheeks and eyes facing the cottage below. “Enemies are the only thing Sith are allowed to have. It’s what we deserve for the horrible things we do,” Param said, wiping her eyes with her black sleeve. “I just need some time to think, to collect myself. I needed somewhere they wouldn’t look for me. This seemed like a good spot.”

Param slowly stood up, turning fully to the woman. Her armed stretched out beside her, as if accepting a fate that hadn’t yet been passed down. “Is this where you kill me?” Vee beeped and whirred angrily, optical lens turning to Param. “Spare Vee, at least,” she said blankly. Vee could at least keep the ruse that she was still alive up. He also had a message she’d written for Kai set to find and show him in the event that she fell.

@LadyRen

 

[Kalique Baize]

The way the woman's body shook and the sadness that briefly intensified clearly indicated that she was crying. She didn't just seem confused, but overwhelmed...and lost. Her voice was low when she spoke after a moment, gaze still averted but still nothing hostile about the foreign woman despite the things she suddenly said.

A Sith. Kalique was alerted within a split second. A younger, more impetuous version of her would have already heard enough. The orange lightsaber would have activated mid air in a precise, powerful swing and with a perfectly timed, rotating throw, the Echan woman would have found herself cut in half. A threat would be eliminated. It was so easy. But after all these years Kalique had learned a lot.

Even if she called herself a Sith, there were countless shapes of black and this one here was perhaps more silver. A lost acolyte? Was that it? Despite the dark emotions she felt, she wasn't chaneling them. What she said, the way she accepted her potential fate and basically motioned for Kalique to help her become one with the Force told her everything she needed to know.

It was all nothing but a desperate call for help. She was torn, confused, and Kalique weighted her words carefully. Now that she stood and faced her, Kalique wondered how old she was - it was no older than Roman for sure, and nothing about her was a witness that this one had passed the point of no return.

With the opened arms, Kalique heard a low rumble behind her. A movement of the finger was enough to silence the bravest pup, Chaos, while her calm gaze never left the other woman. She didn't say anything just yet and instead reached out with the Force with her left hand and called the hostile lightsaber towards her.

There it was...another confirmation. The painful cries of tormented souls, and yet something about this lightsaber didn't even match the Echani in front of her. "Are you really a Sith?". Mentally blocking out the cries, her main focus still laid on the silver haired woman, ready to pounce if needed, but her features softening.

"Or are you just lost?". She had met Sith, real Sith, fought them, killed them. She was an expert at reading people and this one had strayed from the path it had started to descend, hence there was no reason to choose the path of least resistance. What the other would have already learned from the way Kalique operated the Force though was that resistance in the case of the Echani would be futile.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

The moment her lightsaber left her hip, Param’s mind went entirely to Kai. There were no blocks, no walls. He thought of the good times, the bad times, but mostly his wagging tail and fanged grin. The way she could touch him and mark him, and he wouldn’t be scared. His lips against hers, his arms around her. The way she felt safe and secure wrapped in his arms and tail. She was going to die. Her last thought was going to be of him. Her last thought was going to be of the man that made her feel normal; the man she was head over heels in love with.

But her death didn’t come. Instead, more questions came. Was she really a Sith? Param burst into tears. She couldn’t’ stop thinking of him, even as she nodded her head knowing she was going to die. She wanted an escape, a break. That’s all. For wanting that, she was going to be run through by her own saber. Vee would have to run and escape on his own.

Param dropped to her hands and knees, her tears becoming sobs. She didn’t attempt to even try to read the woman, or do anything in the Force. Her entire mind, her entire heart, was him. She mouthed that she was sorry, over and over again. His terror at her golden eyes at the fair, the care and need in his face when she writhed with pleasure under him.

“Yes,” was all she could say to both questions. It was a short pause before she started sobbing again.

@LadyRen

 

[Kalique Baize]

Once again, the woman just gave in. Not a single sign of struggle or resistance, not even actual fear - instead, she just embraced it. Was she so done with her life? It was a different experience than with most Sith - this one did neither fight nor embrace the powers linked to the dark side at all anymore.

Kalique actually raised a brow as she dropped to her knees, sobbing terribly while she awaited nothing but death. She was certain she wasn't a threat. Not to her, not to Spintir, to herself though, potentially. "Get up" she said firmly, demanding yet not fully cold.

She didn't doubt she had been involved with the Sith but she was nothing more but a mere shell of her former self now, it seemed. "I'm not going to hurt you" a champion? An acolyte? No doubt the ISB would pay for her. Dulling her senses would be an easy game and she could drop her right off, but she saw a much bigger chance here.

"What is your name?", she calmly asked her, hee emerald gaze still lingering. She didn't seemed fazed by wolf back behind Kalique, but the Knight-Captain doubted she had even registered the beasts in training.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Again the killing blow never arrived. Instead, she was being told to stand up, and that the woman wouldn't hurt her. It didn't make any sense to Param. The Sith were enemies of themselves, and everyone around them. This was a mercy that had Param been remotely good at being a Sith, wouldn't have been afforded the woman if the roles were reversed. If death wasn't coming for her, then what exactly was?

Param tried her best to steel herself, wiping her eyes and cheeks with the wide sleeves of her robes. Her silver eyes flicked from the woman to the wolves behind her, and then back to the woman. An earlier version of herself would have seen them first thing, and been delighted to meet them without a care in the galaxy. Now? The galaxy and her experiences in the Sith had battered her down to the point that even taking a step forward sent warning bells ringing in her mind that she was about to be cut down.

"Param," she said finally. Vee looked between the two women, still perched on her shoulder. He gave a low whir, and tapped his foot. "And this is Vee." There was a long pause. Her voice was shakey. Did she ask the woman her name? Did it matter? "If you're not going to kill me, then what now?" There were fates far worse than death. Param wasn't completely defenseless, she had the Force still, but she would be no match for the woman if it came to that.

What a poor excuse for a Sith, Param was. The only Champion that could no longer even call lightning to her fingertips.

@LadyRen

 

[Kalique Baize]

She complied, questioning the other motifs but not resisting or being overly mistrusting. Cautious yes, but even if there was fear within her, she was at least open to...well, whatever this was. There was a slight tension in the air and Kalique considered her options.

She didn't doubt she had valuable information but simply breaking her mind wasn't what she usually did, especially without any real hostilities. Shattering her mind wouldn't serve her a lot anyway, but would ISB extract everything there was? Param...a name she hadn't heard before, but she didn't doubt her birthplace was far from the Imperial worlds anyway.

"You're making it seem like you really want me to kill you...why?". True Sith were lost. That point wasn't debatable. But she wasn't that tainted yet at all. What had made her lose hope like this though? "You can't stay here. You have to leave Imperial Space and I'll escort you out. How did you even get here in the first place?", she wanted to know, especially after having learned that she simply responded to questions with what seemed like genuine honesty, which made this easier.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

"Everyone else seems to want to," she said flatly. "Even the ones I considered friends." Param half turned to look back down at the farmstead, and the animal grazing peacefully around it. The scene helping to calm her a little, though she was already on the brink of accepting her fate. She was fighting a war that seemed unwinnable. Running was not an option she could afford, and so she was stuck.

"I fell in love with an enemy. Saw the terror he felt when I used the Darkside," she said softly. "I'm too weak to protect myself, let alone him. And at every turn I'm forced to try. They're evil, and I'm..." Was she evil? Her spice running, especially in the spiked teas, ran rampant through Hutt space. Thousands of people overdosing and becoming addicted. There were the rivers of blood that she had caused, and yet none of them were innocents. Slavers, pirates, ne'er-do-wells all. She'd even relished a few of their deaths, but did that make her evil? "... not."

Param turned her silver gaze back to the woman. "It's been so long since I've used the Darkside that I can't feel it anymore, and I don't know what to do." She didn't even know why she was saying all this to the woman. Maybe it didn't matter because she wasn't Sith. Maybe it was something she just needed to tell herself. "I just needed some time to think, I don't want to cause you any trouble."

 

[Kalique Baize]

The Sith weren't honest, they lied as they were blind followers of the dark side that slowly but surely ate away every last part of their real selves. Again, this one here was different. She was reflected and Kalique sensed the truth behind her words, knowing it was hard to trick her mind and thus actually believing her for now.

Friends. Yes, also something hard to come by. Sith didn't havw friends, they served the dark side and no one else, so the fact alone that she considered some friends was irritating or another confirmation for how she wasn't a Sith. From how it sounded, she had placed her faith into the wrong people and now she was suffering the consequences.

She disclosed more details of the origin of her suffering and Kalique listened calmly, emerald gaze still studying her. Her lightsaber was still in her hand, but it wasn't hard to tell that the silver haired woman wasn't even its true Master. She didn't doubt with 'they're meant other Sith, but her unbound openness was indeed a little surprising.

Was that how the Order now operated? Members who strayed so far from their path that they realized they had failed at everything, that following the dark side blindly wasn't the answer, but just sick fanaticism? Self-reflected Sith were new, questioning the dark side however was something they absolutely had in common.

"For as long as you call yourself a Sith, you only have one option: You can't stay here" one way or another, she had to go. Kalique preferred not to kill her though and there were at least in no immediate rush as she truly seemed to have come alone.

"Isn't that a good thing then? You say you're not like them, this lightsaber doesn't even seem to obey you and you're saying you're something else. The Dark Side isn't picky. It's constantly tempting force users to indulge, so to me it sounds like whatever you're going through or whatever caused this was a conscious decision". She softly outlined as she approached her slowly.

"You haven't cut yourself off from the Force though, have you?". Kalique was intrigued, much more than appaled.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Even in her escape, Param couldn't get away from the Sith just by name alone ruining things. "My ship isn't far," she said, jutting her chin toward a hill in the distance. If the woman so chose, she could follow Param there and watch her leave. Though by the way she cautiously approached, Param had a feeling she was going to be escorted in restraints rather than allowed to walk on her own. She was just an echani girl playing in power's backyard, and she kept making mistake after mistake.

Param shook her head at the woman's question, slowly raising a hand toward her own shoulder and using the Force to levitate Vee up and then back down gently. "When I was a slave, and then an Acolyte, my power came from the darkness. But now it just doesn't," she said, lowering her hand. "I don't know why I came here. I needed space to think. Find new ways to defend myself. Nature always seemed to help with that."

Holding her hands out to her sides again, Param would let the woman approach completely uncontested. Let her see up close the layers of dried tear stains on her pale cheeks. Let her see up close the hint of burn scarring on her neck. Param hadn't just put her faith in the wrong people, she had committed her life to them, and now she was struggling to climb her way back out of the hole she had dug herself into. Maybe this had been a cry for help. Param couldn't betray the Order. Not yet.

@LadyRen

 

[Kalique Baize]

The woman was broken and while Kalique was relatively empathetic, she usually felt noting for the Sith at all. In her eyes, she was no Sith though and so there was a pang of pain written in her still relatively soft features as she slowly closed the distance between them.

A slave, an acolyte. It wasn't surprising she had been calling onto darkness if she had found herself in such dark places. "It seems like you didn't have a choice". There was a reason that the Echani girl told her all this though, it was nothing but her implicitly asking for help and someone turning their back on the dark side was always a reason to listen up.

Kalique still didn't let her guard down, even if she seemed relaxed from the outside, but her mind was alerted and the Force readily coiled around her if necessary. "Now you have one" and perhaps the choice was already made. "There's a reason if you really can't access it any more" she stated as she came to a halt a meter across from her, offering one outstretched hand as if to invite her to lay her hand into hers.

"Show me what you're doing. How you're doing it. Use your environment then" they were amidst nature, perhaps she could draw from it. She left it open what she'd choose to show her, but while she literally wanted to assess whether there wasn't even the slightest hint of the darkside bleeding into her actions, she still stayed wary.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Param started at the woman’s hand for a moment. Vee lifted slightly on his perch on her shoulder, ready to leap off at a moment’s notice as Param slowly stepped toward her. Her hand reached out, trembling. This would be it. If she were to die at the hands of this woman, it would be here when she was vulnerable. Their hands touched, and Param opened herself up to the woman.

She closed her eyes and focused, moving her free hand out as if performing an echani martial arts movement. While the movement was slow, the soft patch of dirt that it was aimed at seemed to harden, but a quick jerking motion with her arm made the hardened patch of dirt burst upward an inch. Param continued, forming more hardened patches of dirt and raising them, her arm and body moving in fluid movements of concentration and martial arts.

The woman wouldn’t feel a touch of darkness in Param, but she also wouldn’t feel any light. She would feel the spark of passion that Param drew all her strength from, the emotions coming from the spark being love and fear. In Param’s mind she would see a peaceful pagoda, with a lavish garden surrounding it, and a fanged, cocky smirk coming from one of the windows.

For Param’s part, she began to feel the tremors she created in the ground. The inch tall blocks that began to pop up everywhere were starting to burst up another inch or two, as Param began to use the woman as a conduit for the Force. One block turned cold and froze, another heat up to the point that flames burst from the top of it. It was a constant stream of the Force flowing from the woman, through Param, and into nature around them.

Finally, Param slowed and stopped, opening her eyes to find the creation she had made around them. A circular pattern of raised blocks of earth, alternating between frozen and on fire as it spiraled outward. Her silver eyes the woman’s gaze, then let her own gaze fall to her hand laying gently on the woman's.

@LadyRen

 

[Kalique Baize]

Kalique watched her as he stepped forward and slowly reached out. She was hesitant for a moment, but in the end, she allowed the contact and opened herself up, not even just verbally this time. Kalique didn't need to intrude, she gained the unspoken permission to dive in and monitor the woman's process of once again opening herself up to the Force.

Kalique's gaze followed her motions first before she closed her eyes, watching the dirt shift through the Force. She was right, it wasn't darkness that she drew from, but it was also not the always slightly irritating sensation of the light calling to her either. It was nothing that was clearly graspable, but it was the same kind of vagueness Kalique was also familiar with.

While she carefully monitored her doings within the Force, followed the imagery in her own mind, she opened her eyes after a moment to witness the mesmerizing display of the elements getting manipulated in front of her very eyes. Kalique, as she often did with her Squires, voluntarily fed that torn inner flame within her by conducting the Force. She made wise use of it, with still not a single sign of aggression, but the sheer tranquility of the garden and the presence of a stranger nearby.

The Echani opened her eyes a little while later and withdrew herself from this meditative state and so did Kalique. The way in which she operated the Force to calmly reminded her of how she did it herself, and somehow this slight mirror image she had been confronted with left her speechless for a moment. So she was right about the woman after all.

"You're not a Sith" she said softly, her voice rather low. No, her soul was neither that tainted nor had they imprinted their fanatic ideals on her mind. "You are Param. And to me this all feels like you're in the midst of a transition". It didn't feel as though she had even fully tapped into the ritualistic use of the Force like Sith did, instead, just like Kalique, the silver haired woman meditated like she had learned it.

"You were basically utilizing light sided techniques...instinctively even, in your own adapted way" that was what she had gained from her assessment and she believed that sharing it, might give her some more clarity in all this chaos.

Kalique had studied how the Jedi did it and it had always helped her stay in control of the dark side, without having it consuming her. "But if you're aiming to feed that spark, learning ways to do so can be challenging" perhaps she was even trying to convert completely, without even knowing it, but mastering a neutral force use was also nothing that just came to you.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Param listened to the woman. Lightsided techniques? There was a flash of fear that ran through her. She couldn't give any part of herself to the lightside. They would kill her, maybe him, everything. She searched herself, frantically trying to find any form of light, and there was none. Just the dormant demon laying in its pit, waiting. Param breathed a sigh of relief. As much as she hated waking that demon, she still could. It was filling that void outside of the pit that she needed. She couldn't afford to to get rid of that demon yet. It still didn't explain why she struggled to feel it.

"What do you mean?" Param asked. The woman seemed much less likely to kill her now, and she wasn't telling her to get out any more. The Champion knew more than most that training never ended. It was different, though, hearing what sounded like an offer from a woman she had never met. One that could be standing in front of her on some battlefield one day. "You never told me your name?"

@LadyRen

 

[Kalique Baize]

There was a sudden panic Kalique's words caused and as it absolutely wasn't the intention of the Knight-Captain, there was a frown written into her features. Was she afraid they'd pursue her? She doubted Sith would really care for those who strayed away as they weren't known for caring for anyone but themselves, but who knew, maybe she was afraid of prosecution if she was to share intel.

"What you've just shown me...you're not drawing from the dark side as much as you could. But finding strength elsewhere when you've previously let darkness take the reigns for a bit can be hard" she answered her question calmly still while she let go of her hand.

Names didn't really matter, so for now, she skipped that question, however nodding her head to her left to motion for her to follow. She stayed alerted still, even if she posed no danger for now, but Kalique was never one to let her guard down. "Come" it seemed like she needed something to hold onto, and Kalique had an idea, so she was about to lead her down the cliff they were on.

She'd gesture for the Wolves to follow, but keep a distance and basically just roam around in her surroundings. As she sensed them and vice versa, she knew they wouldn't stray either. "You said you're finding power in nature. I want to show you something".

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Param listened to the woman, frowning when she didn't give her name. That was fine, of course. They were technically enemies. It pained Param that most of everyone she would meet in the galaxy would be nothing but enemies. And all it would take is one dive into her mind, and the recognition of certain symbols and tattoos to know that she was was sleeping with one of them. Head over heels for him, in fact. At least they only had to deal with her kind in passing. It was an everyday affair for her.

Every so often, as the woman led her down the cliff, Param would turn to see the wolves behind them. For the first time since the woman had arrived, a smile spread across Param's lips. "They're adorable," she said. "Where did you get-" Param stopped herself. The woman didn't even give her name, what made Param think she would give out where to get wolves? She frowned and turned back to face forward. "Nevermind... they're cute."

They had just entered what remained of the crops, and Param couldn't help but wonder if what the woman wanted to show her had to do with the animals, or what lay beyond the little farmstead. Vee looked around excitedly, every so often shifting so that he too could look back at the wolves that wandered around behind them.

@LadyRen

 

[Kalique Baize]

The silver haired woman seemed to accept her not offering a name in return, but after all, she didn't doubt she wasn't trusting her a lot. She didn't need to, and it definitely was mutual, even though Kalique kept hoping she wouldn't try anything stupid. They walked along the cliff before a path descended in front of them and together they'd follow it downwards.

For a moment, there was silence, however not an unpleasant one, then she chose to break it though, asking after the Wolves and retracting the question again. "I found them as puppies" she did offer as a quick yet vague reply, seeing the smile as some kind of an olive branch after all.

"They are...most of the time" sometimes they were a menace, but it seemed like right now their curiosity about the woman kept them occupied enough not to engage in other shenanigans. "It not much further...you might sense it already though" she was surprised she did follow without hesitation, and Param would soon realize they were approaching a little river.

The water was streaming quickly, last night's rain had filled it up alright after all. The distant humming of the Force soon turned into an actual rushing before they'd spy it through the trees. "When you say you're drawing power from nature, stronger natural forces might aid you. Does the current feel different to you?" she asked calmly as they approached further, assuming for her it could get easier to draw from rushing water than motionless earth.

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