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As Fate Would Have It (Annan & Kressara)

Post by Kressara Thryn » Thu Oct 15, 2020 5:28 pm

Escape pod no.3
Crash site
Tatooine



It’s important to know when you’ve been beaten, and oh how beat she was.

Kressara’s evacuation from Jacobi Wylcott’s vessel was a set up. Perhaps just being the apprentice of the dark lord would be enough for smaller bands of the sith to form a hatred of her, but the young sith had taken up the mantle of a bounty hunter for her master of late. She made a few enemies here and there within the sith, seeing as she was responsible for the death of quite a few of them now. The order had no place for assassins with a vendetta against Lord Blood, but unfortunately there were some who believed differently. The moment Kressara stepped on board she knew something was amiss.

A master and his apprentice aboard the ship run entirely by droids welcomed her a bit too warmly to join them in discussing some frivolous matter with her back conveniently turned towards a darkened room. Not even ten minutes into their little talk Kressara felt a presence behind her and a garotte was slipped around her throat. The wire dug into her skin and threatened to nick her delicate trachea, but the young sith was quick thinking. She twisted in her seat, tearing her own flesh against the wire like an apple peeler to put the pressure against the back of her neck instead, buying herself just enough time to grab her attacker by the throat in turn. Her sharp nails dug deep when lightsabers whirred to life from behind. The situation wasn’t ideal. Kressara lunged off of the chair with her assailant still firmly choked, sending them both crashing to the floor. The impact broke his hold on the garotte and set the desperate apprentice free!

No sooner had she rolled away then did a saber scorch the floor in her shadow, and then another to her left! Both master and apprentice stood over Kressara who lay unarmed at their feet, battered from the battle on Vorpaya she had just barely survived only 24 hours prior and bleeding from the throat. It was only by sheer luck that the enemy wanted to use her as a lesson for his apprentice. That arrogance would be their collective undoing. He instructed her to stand and his pupil to face the infamous sith killer. Kressara was given no weapon and it was clear that this boy was going to use her as a practice dummy...until she turned tail and ran.

It was all great fun for the vicious apprentice with his proud lord praising such ruthless, careless strikes made against Kressara. The fun ceased to amuse his master however when the fool’s chase took them into the cockpit where the over zealous boy cut clear through a main control panel. Lights flickered and then blanketed the ship in blackness lit only by the faint red of their sabers. In the dark they battled and soon the sith lord joined the fray with Kressara dodging in and out of the shadows. She guided their strikes with her own movements until they were practically tearing the ship to pieces from the inside! This skirmish continued for several minutes until emergency power was restored and the cockpit was illuminated.

Kressara was gone. They stood baffled when the blinking of an escape pod ejecting from the right side of the ship periodically lit the dash.

And that’s how Kressara found herself wandering for miles upon miles of sand. The crash site of her shot down escape pod sent a pillar of smoke miles high into the atmosphere from which a trail of staggered footprints marked her progress into the grand expanse. She was covered in bandages from her previous excursion and a hastily torn strip of fabric from the hem of her borrowed tank top added to the decorum. She was a mess dressed in clothing she nicked off of Jacobi’s ship after her gear had been entirely destroyed and covered in mud from the mandalorian battlegrounds, she left her vibroblade with him, and took no jacket to protect her pale skin from the sun she hadn’t expected to see. Now she had precious little time to find a hiding place both from sith assassins and the elements.

“Good going, Kress…” She muttered to herself with a wry grin, coughing up particles of smoke and sand. “You really messed up this time.”

Her comlink was busted and after a few attempts she decided it wasn’t worth the effort. Neither Jacobi or her master would be receiving a distress call anytime soon. Kressara pushed herself up and over the next dune to see a settlement nestled in the valley below. What luck! Her heart skipped a beat at the welcome sight, but her rejoicing was short lived. A glimmer in the sky drew near and with a backward glance the young apprentice realized that her enemy’s ship blazed across the horizon with a vengeance. Exhaustion caused leg muscles to cramp and the adrenalin that rushed through her veins was hardly enough to spur the wasteland refugee forward, but the steep incline was for her! She took off from her hilltop perch and descended the dune with sand splashing in her wake like water. Wind lifted her platinum tresses and stung her eyes, but her footing was sure. Kress flew down the wall of desert earth and hit the bottom running just as her pursuers soared overhead too quickly to make an accurate shot. Plasma bolts screeched through the dry air and flash melted sand into glass just yards from the girl who ran with more purpose than the wind itself.

By this time townsfolk took an interest in the scene, but scurried for cover the instant a black ship sailed over the dune and peppered the ground after this mysterious young woman. She didn’t stop. Before the ship could complete it’s wide turn Kressara reached the city and ran wildly through the streets until she reached a back alley alcove. Her ankles finally twisted under the immense pressure of her constant flight and Kressara toppled into the nook with a heavy thud, then rolled as closely as she could to the wall so that the overhang of the building covered her from view. She was shaking, sick to her stomach, dizzy, and looked nothing like the vain creature her master showed such fondness for. The young sith was trembling like a leaf in the wind, hugging her arms to her chest, and gasping for oxygen with each panicked breath.

But such was the life she lived.

Kressara Thryn had been living between finery and disaster ever since her lord kidnapped her from a transport near Lothal over two years ago. Since then she had been spoiled, beaten, praised, thrown to the wolves, rescued, abandoned, beloved, and beseeched. She dedicated her life to a mad lord out of loyalty and something she believed to be love and he made a killer out of a frightened runaway. Now here she was again. She was scared, lost, and reeling. Her master couldn’t save her this time unless the force itself alerted him to her distress, her allies were far off, and she was covered in wounds, sleepless, and panicked.

Her long near white hair splayed out from beneath the bench in the alcove and caught the sun that mesmerized those central heterochromatic eyes of hers now going out of focus. Gold and peridot irises struggled to view the world with more precision, but her mind was too chaotic to allow it. She felt like everything was falling apart, like the ground could fall out from beneath her at any moment, or the buildings ripped away by some unseen force to expose her in this moment of helplessness. It was pathetic! She was the right hand of lord Blood! How could she have gotten herself into such a position? Her hands balled into a fistfulls of skin and squeezed her bandaged arms.

On top of it all, she still hadn’t told her master...

Yes. This was surely rock bottom.
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Re: As Fate Would Have It (Annan & Kressara)

Post by Annan Rainwalker » Thu Oct 15, 2020 8:51 pm

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Re: As Fate Would Have It (Annan & Kressara)

Post by Annan Rainwalker » Thu Oct 15, 2020 10:24 pm

Jundland Wastes, Carnthout outskirts, Tatooine
Tatoo system, Arkanis sector


Having left the Scintillance back at the rather inconspicuous spaceport in Carnthout, Annan had travelled about fifty kubas out into the Jundland Wastes. Trips to the Arkanis sector had been becoming characteristically more frequent over the past few months, though to be frank it was the first time Annan had ever visited the legendary Galactic armpit.

It wasn't as bad a place as its reputation had initially suggested to him. Of course, the place reeked of Hutts and pirates, although Annan had become a bit more lenient towards the latter over the years, largely due to his interactions with Master Buggie and Ashara Rys. He may not condone the lawlessness of many pirates, particularly the Blue Stars, but at least in the case of the latter, their hearts were in the right place.

The sandy winds blew against his white armor, billowing against his cream-coloured robes yet his eyes were thankfully protected behind the visor of his helmet. He took in the towering dunes all around him as he passed them; he had already avoided a herd of Jawas by concealing himself beneath the tall shadow of one, thanks to the twin suns that illuminated the heavens above him.

Annan closed his eyes and reached out. He could feel it. The mystic mystery of this place. It may have been a dead, forgotten, desolate world, but with the Force it held great meaning.

Opening his cerulean eyes behind his visor, Annan let the Force direct him. He had come this far out looking for Force relics. A clue, a holocron in the archives of Naboo, partially destroyed in fact. Yet, the prospect was too enticing for any Jedi explorer to ignore: Master Qui-Gon Jinn's kyber crystal. It had been suggested it was still on the desert planet where his apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi, had tarried for nineteen years.

From the moment Annan had landed, he could feel the pulse in the Force. He was meant to be here. The Force had brought him here. There was something different about this world...

Then he felt it.

The Darkness.

In darkness, pain. Self-loathing, a touch of madness, but overwhelming confusion.

Annan glanced up, seeing the black vessel sailing overhead, heading straight towards Carnthout. Even from here, the now quite experienced Jedi Knight could sense the malicious intent.

The White One ran quickly. He beckoned the Force to increase his speed, and he was a white blur as he sailed across the dunes on foot, trails of sand in his wake. Within galactic standard minutes, he was inside the Carnthout town limits, and as the black vessel turned around - Sith, Annan realized with distaste, reaching for his lightsaber - Jedi Rainwalker spotted the source of the turbulence in the Force that he could sense even from afar.

Such... fright, such loneliness.

Annan paused, staring.

The woman, platinum blonde with ochre eyes, was clearly of the Dark Side. Despite that, Annan registered something magnetic about her, instead of the typical recoil he would feel when encountering someone of the Darkness. On instinct he found himself moving towards her, down the alley, as she lay there trembling beneath the overhang of the building. The Jedi in Annan should've held back, cautious, but for a moment he was the boy from Lah`mu again.

Pulling back his white hood and removing his helmet, knowing it could frighten the woman even further given the state she was in, Annan placed the white-and-gold on the sandy street below, revealing his dark-haired, blue-eyed, unkempt, but true face. Blue-green eyes glistened with compassion, even as he remained on guard in the Force. The black vessel above continued to search, probing the ground beneath for the concealed woman.

Annan could feel the chaos the woman's mind was in, and despite his mind screaming at him to be careful about her the moment he saw her golden irises glance up absently at him, at that point he just saw a lost, confused, and abused human being in dire need of help. The Force seemed to agree.

"Are you alright?" his voice was gentle, yet unyielding.

Annan crouched on a knee beneath the same shade she was under. Meditating upon the Force, Annan brought it forth to mask not only his own Force Presence, but that of the woman in front of him as well, rendering them both undetectable through Light or Darkness. Then, seeing her covered in wounds and hyperventilating, Annan brought his hand forwards and, making sure her eyes were following, waved his fingers in front of her face, planting a subtle suggestion in her mind to force her to relax.

"Calm down. Breathe slowly, you're safe."

The black starship roared in the skies above them, as if in protest at his words. Annan was fully alert, the vessel was within his senses, yet it had not caught them underneath the shade of the building. Not yet.

Annan focused on the woman. He offered the fallen female his black and white, gloved, robotic palm. "Come with me. There's a medkit in my ship. I'll help you. I promise."

Again, his mind screamed at him that, fallen or not, the woman was a Sith. Yet the Force seemed to, strangely, sing another tune. It resonated almost as if in delight.

A Jedi, helping a Sith, against other Sith. How could that, in any way, ring proper in the Force?

And yet, in this case, it did.
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Re: As Fate Would Have It (Annan & Kressara)

Post by Kressara Thryn » Fri Oct 16, 2020 1:01 am

Kressara hadn’t even noticed that the shadow of a Jedi in dazzling armor had been cast over the dusty nook in which she lay dazed, not even as he removed his helmet and crouched nearby. She was trapped in a loop of repeating thoughts and her body reacted as many do who suffer from post traumatic stress disorders, but the force did not operate within her on the same wavelength as her troubled grey matter. Her aura, erratic, withdrawn, sharp, and static collided uncomfortably with something warmer, something softer. To describe it as best as words can, it felt akin to rough skin on silk, picking at her own presence as every rugged scab was caught on the smooth energy that surrounded the jedi. It was jarring enough to force a break in the shellshock she suffered. Though she had been staring at him the entire time already without truly seeing the beacon of a man knelt beside her, now her pupils adjusted with a few teary blinks to wipe away the grit. Gold fell on cerulean and the rest of this stranger came into view. He was certainly a far more welcomed view than the near human sith lord whose ship scoured Carnthout’s streets in search of the wounded woman, and momentarily her own presence in the force shone through the tumultuous fog that surrounded her.

She was curious. In the confusion of this unexpected encounter and with a touch of the lightside she genuinely never felt before that familiar way about the force sparkled through her personal shadows. A glimmer of hope in an otherwise dark being was lively for its scarcity and certainly must have been responsible for the unaltered shade of her eyes. It took a few seconds for the sensation to wear off and with the realization came yet more panic.

Jedi…

Kressara recoiled from his hand, but her back was literally to a wall and such a retreat wouldn’t be possible unless the building gave. Her eyes darted from his face, to his hands, to his belt, and to the alley behind him. She had to get away! She had to somehow fight her way out of this situation! She couldn’t let it all end here...she...she felt calm. Calmer at least. Soothing words rang through her anxious mind and forced the sith apprentice to breathe more deeply. Stiff as stones, her shoulders began to relax and the vice grip she kept on herself loosened. Even more did the shaken blonde unwind from her coiled position when she noticed the Jedi cloaking the both of them from her enemy’s senses. Snowy eyebrows furrowed.

"Come with me. There's a medkit in my ship. I'll help you. I promise." He extended his hand to the young woman who must have been frozen by the notion.

“...H-Help?” Words clung to her tongue, but her voice wasn’t at all unpleasant like one might think of when a woman stolen by the darkside came to mind. A more definitive answer followed her befuddlement in the form of an afterthought. “Please.”

She took his hand, lifting herself up with her other cloth wrapped arm so that her locks trailed across the ground like a pale sunny veil before draping with the rest of her when she rose on wobbling legs. Upright the woman was lithe, perhaps a bit ill, and her facial features were delicate. She had an intelligent look about her even in her panic with dirt stained saltwater trails coloring her fair skinned cheeks. Height was not an advantage she could boast for however. Standing no taller than 5’2 with her boots on, his new acquaintance was quite the dainty little thing and must have made a habit of looking up to her opponents since long before they took to the skies.

A purposeful inhale flooded her lungs with hot air, holding it there for a moment before she released a stress laden breath. At least the wound around her neck seemed only surface deep. Though her frame still rattled in her boots and there were no weapons on her belt to offer confidence, she steeled herself as she always did when it simply was not the time to break down and forced the mask of a smile she wore so well to tug awkwardly at the corners of her lips.

“Okay...please, lead the way. I will follow.”

And so an unexpected chapter in their tales began. Only time would tell if trusting this unlikely hero would prove as disastrous as the alternative option before her. Kressara never had met a Jedi, so rightfully the girl may have been stunned into compliance by the sheer surprise of what they were really like. Blood made the lot of them sound like wretched little animals that somehow learned to hold a saber, and other sith described the Jedi as terrors on the battlefield. No one warned her that they would be so willing to offer a helping hand, or how calming their presence was. In spite of it though, the hand he held was a trembling one.
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Post by Annan Rainwalker » Fri Oct 16, 2020 8:21 pm

Annan's eyes snapped upwards as the obsidian vessel sailed overhead yet again. He mentally calculated the distance between their current position and the Carnthout spaceport where the Scintillance was parked, as the woman's trembling voice and tumultuous emotions finally brought his attention back towards her.

“Please.”

Annan's heart trembled at the sheer desperation in the woman's voice, and the Jedi felt a momentary spark of anger rise within him at the Sith doctrines. Why must these darksiders contest with one another, what was the purpose behind their letting the weak among them become prey for the strong? So vile a concept; to treat sentients like lesser beasts. Immediately, however, Annan caught himself. He clamped down on his anger, and, with a breath, released it into the Force.

The girl took his hand and Annan pulled her up, blinking as he took in how petite she was, her platinum blond head ending just where his shoulders began. She was not just weak, she seemed famished, though even in her current state Annan had to admit she was dainty. Annan's startling blue-green eyes took in the cord marks around her neck, and he could only find himself feeling a remorseful at all she had to endure at the hands of her own.

“Okay...please, lead the way. I will follow.”

"You won't be able to, not in this state," Annan closed his eyes and focused, reaching out for the Ethereal Life all around them and channeling it through the palm of his hand into Kressara's palm. The Light should flood her body and fill it with energy and vitality, relinquishing from her a large part of her fatigue and pain, physical and spiritual. With it should follow a sensation of wholeness and completeness that she had likely never experienced before. It was of the Light, after all, something the Dark Side held no claim to.

Remaining on his guard now even more than ever - his mind still refused to let him fully trust a, now rejuvenated, Sith Lady - Annan still gave a small, genuine smile. "Feeling better? You won't be a hundred percent after this, and you still need medical attention, but at least I can hope that you won't faint on me now."

He then pulled her with behind him, before unclipping his lightsaber and igniting his green blade with a snap-hiss, the laser sword buzzing as the hot plasma cut through the dry Tatooine air. "Stay behind me."

And so, donning his white-and-gold Temple Guard helmet again, Annan dragged Kressara by her hand out of the dependable shade above them. The moment they did, the Sith vessel spotted them, and it began peppering them with blaster fire. Annan's eyes took in a faraway look behind his mask as he opened himself up to the Force, letting it direct his actions. He stopped in the middle of the road, letting the ebony Interloper approach them. As the blaster fire came, Annan settled into a Soresu stance before twirling his light-blade in a green blur deflecting most of the blaster fire that came too close for comfort, even as he continued to take steps back in retreat.

<What's your name?!> Annan asked Kressara, shouting above the ruckus, voice now modulated by his helmet. Her answer would be followed by a, <Keeping moving! The spaceport! Just a few klicks south!>

Annan then let go of her hand, before bringing up his newly freed one in the shape of a claw, pointed at the Interloper. The ship suddenly stopped in mid-air, tumbling, shaking. The White One concentrated; being a starship engineer, he knew where, exactly, to focus his mind at through the Force. Annan let out a grunt as the ion drive of the Interloper exploded under pressure from his telekinetic push. The transport vessel tumbled through the air, twirling around in circles as it came to land in a gigantic splash of sand, luckily just outside the immediate town limits.

Jawas gathered around the downed flying object almost instantly, like a herd of flies over a carcass.

Annan fell on one knee, panting a bit due to the strain. However, unlike Kressara, he had been mostly fresh before this ordeal began and he quickly recovered, before grabbing the injured woman's hand again and dragging her straight towards the spaceport and ignoring the mixture of suspicious and wonderous looks the two of them were now receiving from the sentient populace.

Where's a cantina when you need one...

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Main Hold, YT-2400 light freighter Scintillance
Curnthout Spaceport, Tatooine
Tatoo system, Arkanis sector


<My name is Kay Sevenjay-Pee, and I am a reprogrammed Imperial droid,> the security droid towered over both Annan and Kressara, not taking its white photoreceptor units off the Sith woman, nor its fingers off the blaster pointed directly at her. <Annan calls me Bigweld. Annan is also the single greatest idiot in the history of the Jedi since Jar Jar Binks. For who in their right mind brings a Sith into their home for brunch and calls himself Jedi?>

"Enough, Bigweld, and lower that blaster. I sense no ill intent, nor any danger in the Force," Annan, again without helmet, interjected from his position leaning against the wall of the Main Hold of the freighter, where Kressara would be receiving medical treatment.

The Security Droid, reluctantly, lowered the weapon.

Oh-Em-Five was already working the preflight checklist in the cockpit, as Too-Onebee worked on Kressara's injuries in the Main Hold where the rest of them were. Annan's focus - his Force Sense - was more on the Sith that he had downed on the planet. He knew they were alive, and he knew they would find them. It was only a matter of time.

Annan turned back to Kressara. His voice was naturally soothing, yet he injected a bit of the Ashla into it for good measure when he asked."Look, I helped you, and I'm willing to continue to do so, but I need you to at least tell me what, exactly, is going on, so I know what I need to do next."
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Re: As Fate Would Have It (Annan & Kressara)

Post by Kressara Thryn » Fri Oct 16, 2020 10:41 pm

An invasion of the light traveled from his palm to hers and in response the desperate sith’s own presence went jaded like pins and needles, an audible hiss escaping her lips...but she didn’t pull away. She tensed as if something so benevolent might burn her, or if perhaps some ill will was intended by the transference of energy. That jagged exterior softened soon enough and once certain that the Jedi wasn’t up to something foul, Kressara afforded him the trust it took to drop her guard again. The seeping of gentle, warming, revitalizing energy krept through her from the tips of her fingers to the ends of her heels. Fuzzy edges of her vision cleared and the pains in every muscle lessened. Invisible weights on each eyelid no longer threatened to close them and the anguish written all over her face faded drastically. She stood a little straighter, feeling more like herself than she had before. With that came a return of confidence.

Funny. It really did make her seem a bit taller.

The girl let out a breath she hadn’t meant to keep suspended within her lungs for so long and met her rescuer’s eyes one more time before he donned his helm.

“Thanks.” The gratitude left her like a sigh. “...I won’t even pretend to know what you just did, but thank you...I decide when I faint however.” A bit more talkative now. Of course a sith had to save face to some degree. That’s when the viridian sheen of a saber and the dry hiss startled the snark right out of her. For a darksider she seemed skittish in the presence of a lightsaber, but that was something she quickly pushed down and ignored. They needed to get out of there. The jedi took her hand again and led the way with his new companion in tow. Her legs, significantly shorter than his, took wide strides to keep pace. While he followed the inclinations of the force this girl’s eyes were keenly peeled, relying on her sight to guide her instead. Not as all seeing, but pretty darn close.

Annan came to a halt and pulled his tethered running mate into staggered motionlessness. Her eyes went wide and if time had allowed she might have dragged them both closer to the walls for cover, but when the enemy’s ship rained fire from above this jedi deflected the assault with his saber! Still, the girl crouched low behind him.

<What’s your name?!> His voice called over the sound of the engines roaring above Carnthout and the girl shouted back, “Eula!” The false name slipped her lips faster than she knew what she was saying. No way in all the cosmos was she giving a Jedi her real name! He did save her...Kressara might have changed her answer if her knight in shining armor hadn’t lifted a hand towards the ship that unleashed a mechanical groan in response. The force was alive all around them and an explosion aboard the sith vessel starstruck Kressara into dumbfoundedness.

/The Jedi can do THAT?!/ Her thoughts screamed.

The rather impressive Jedi dropped to his knee and Kressara shook off her astonishment, surprising herself with just how quickly she laid a hand over the man’s shoulder and asked, “Are you alright?”

There was no masking her concern, but then again Kressara wasn’t your usual brooding sith operative. Unlike some she wasn’t afraid of her emotions, which she believed the sith at their core supported. There was nothing wrong with it, even if he was a Jedi. For now, he was her only ally and the ship of her enemies just plummeted to the ground because of him! Annan rose again and Kressara’s sights set on the crash site. That frightened energy of hers shifted to that of a hunter as she exclaimed, “They’re weak without that ship! Now’s our chance to cull them while they’re- MMPH!”

Annan proved physically stronger than the sith who fully expected him to charge towards the wreckage alongside her, enough so that he was able to drag the darkside apprentice in a completely opposite direction from that of her more violent motives. She might have been revitalized and though her enemies now lay crippled on the outskirts of town ripe for the picking, Kressara was no idiot. She just witnessed a man pull a starship out of the air like a feline swatting down a bug. If his acts of compassion hadn’t yet earned the girl’s respect, THAT DID.

Together they escaped Carnthout’s dusty streets and made their retreat to the Scintillance.



Main Hold, YT-2400 light freighter Scintillance
Curnthout Spaceport, Tatooine
Tatoo system, Arkanis sector



Well, that wasn’t something she heard every day. A droid that could match her insufferable levels of sass? The young sith almost caught some respect for the security unit pointing a pistol directly towards her forehead. Almost.

“Watch it, droid. Even so I’ve put more sith in the ground than half the Jedi you know.” Golden eyes narrowed and a snide half smirk creased one side of the woman’s pale cheek. There was no sense in trying to return an insult to a droid. They so seldom took anything to heart in her experience. The gun was lowered and a sting on her neck earned a slight yelp from the glowering blonde before she retorted, “Ah, but perhaps the bigger idiot is the sith who showed up for brunch with a Jedi in the first place.” She paused, her grin widening with a sparkle of amusement lighting her eyes. “At least not without bringing sandwiches.”

Annan. So that was his name. His REAL name. A tinge of guilt had the woman feeling sorry for having given him a false one. He probably already knew she was lying anyways if he was that strong in the force...some Jedi sorcery or something another.

"Look, I helped you, and I'm willing to continue to do so, but I need you to at least tell me what, exactly, is going on, so I know what I need to do next." He could sing a sarlacc to sleep with a voice like that. It was always the ones with the pretty voices that you need to watch out for. Blood was a perfect example of that truth. Yet somehow…

“Kressara…” She answered a bit out of place, then explained, “My real name. Forgive me, but I operate under several aliases...I feel you deserve to know who I actually am though.” Even if it felt like a mistake.

“You have every right at this point to know I suppose. I’m grateful for your help, sir. Very much so...I doubt I’d be able to silence you if you chose to use this information against me, and my master would likely beat me within an inch of my life if he knew. That said, every word of it is purely truth. I am in no position to lie.” A sith should never take a man for his word, so she offered factual reasoning instead of empty promises for Annan to ponder. Kressara looked up at him a bit remorsefully for having attempted it in the first place. Really it was just a force of habit.

“Those halfwits that are surely still picking shrapnel out of their backsides are more my enemies than any jedi, even the ones who haven’t pulled me out of a hole when I was regrettably at my worst. Four months ago I was released from Dromund Kaas...the worst sith detention facility in the galaxy. My master saw fit to forgive me for previous treason and took me under his wing as his apprentice. I quickly discovered that assassins within the order posed a threat to his life and after a short recovery I set myself to work bringing each and every one of them to justice.” Kressara let that information sink in and reached behind her to lift her hair off of the base of her neck, allowing his droid to work on the deeper gashes those ash blonde locks concealed.

“At first I thought I would be bringing in a couple of rogue sith, that my mission would be over within a few weeks and I would be free to return home to my master, but the more I captured, the deeper this problem among our ranks revealed itself to be. Since then I have hunted down fifteen sith assassins and located several more. These two morons we had the displeasure of encountering thought they would be clever and assassinate me when I called for an extraction from my current mission for...personal reasons...” He didn’t need to know everything about that part. “I knew something was up when I stepped aboard their vessel. That’s when I got a wire taken to my throat. I reacted as best I could and I was unfortunately unarmed to begin with. They made a few mistakes, I took advantage of them, and stole an escape pod to the nearest planet. As fate would have it, that planet was the very same an unlikely ally was occupying.”

The final stitch was a doozy, causing Kressara to scrunch her features and ask, “Now it’s your turn. Why did you help me? Why are you STILL helping? I didn’t think the Jedi cared much for us sith, even if I’m probably more beneficial to your order than most know.” When her expression softened and the pain ebbed away, Kressara met his gaze with a tad more genuineness then many sith allowed themselves to show.

“...I do mean it when I say you have my thanks. I don’t know how I let myself reach that point and I was scared. I could have lost everything and you protected me. I won’t be forgetting that.”
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An endlessness of darkness is hovering. The sound of the silence is deafening...Ten billion decibels shattering.

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Re: As Fate Would Have It (Annan & Kressara)

Post by Annan Rainwalker » Sat Oct 17, 2020 9:51 pm

Main Hold, YT-2000 light freighter Scintillance
Curnthout Spaceport, Tatooine
Tatoo system, Arkanis sector


Bigweld's white photoreceptor units blinked as he the droid looked between Annan and Kressara, processing the strange woman's words and unable to determine whether the subject was hostile or not. That meant he had to relinquish this to Annan's judgment, and the problem with that was that most of Annan's judgments were spontaneous and entirely unpredictable. He relied to much on the Force to do the decision-making for him, even more than most Jedi.

Finally, the large unit simply shook his head and proceeded to leave, calling out to Annan as he passed the doorframe of the Hold. <I'll be flying us out of here. Don't come complaining to me when she cuts your head off in your sleep.>

Annan raised an eyebrow as he stared after Bigweld leaving, before sighing. He turned back to Kressara. "Sorry about him, he just tends to--"

“Kressara…” she seemed a bit distracted as she answered, lost in thought. Though Annan did wonder what she meant before she continued, “My real name. Forgive me, but I operate under several aliases... I feel you deserve to know who I actually am though.”

"You lied to me," Annan's voice was void of emotion - which would come as a surprise to Kressara, considering until now it had been dripping with concern and compassion. His tone was slightly accusatory. Then, he sighed as he considered the rest of her statement. "I didn't realize before. I guess I was too busy trying to focus on the Interloper's ion drive... and you were hurt, confused, and a Sith," he paused, scratching the back of his head as if thinking out aloud. "Yeah, understandable why you wouldn't give me your real name."

Annan then suddenly cracked a playful smirk. "You know what, I'm just going to call you Eula. It's a pretty name."

He allowed her to tell her tale, mentally wincing at the more troublesome details about what she had endured thus far. Again, Annan wondered why the Sith really subjected themselves to such pain and suffering. Who would willingly want to hurt himself and others around him? Was the Dark Side really that seductive? At least, as a Jedi, he was internally whole, at peace. They did not have that luxury. Then again, maybe that's why they did what they did. Maybe they were just looking for inner peace in all the wrong places.

“Now it’s your turn. Why did you help me? Why are you STILL helping? I didn’t think the Jedi cared much for us Sith, even if I’m probably more beneficial to your order than most know,” she inquired, and Annan smiled softly.

"Sometimes, I wonder, if the Sith are the beings in the galaxy most in dire need of help," he wondered, before sighing and shaking his head. "I did not help a Sith. Not in this case. I helped a woman. One who was on the edge of a breakdown while being hunted by monsters out for her blood," he looked at her in the eyes, blue-green irises meeting ochre gold. "The foremost Jedi teachings are honesty and compassion. Many Jedi, strangely, don't even adhere to them. Too focused on lightsabers and mind tricks, a lot of them. Not me, though. I helped you because you needed it, and I could. I would do it all over again, even if you were to turn on me now and attack me. It's just who I am. It's just something I had to do."

“... I do mean it when I say you have my thanks. I don’t know how I let myself reach that point and I was scared. I could have lost everything and you protected me. I won’t be forgetting that,” she interjected.

Annan smiled and nodded, before the ship suddenly shook. The cream-robed and white-armored Jedi quickly placed a hand against the nearby wall to steady himself. "We've taken off, in the air now," he explained. "We'll be making the jump soon. Any place in particular you have in mind where we could drop you off once Onebee is done with you?"

And then suddenly, the freighter rocked, knocking all of them - Annan, Kressara, and Too-Onebee onto their knees as the vessel suddenly began to descend, the surgical droid's instrument tray splattering its contents all over the floor. Annan placed a hand on his knee to steady himself crouched on the floor. The sudden loss of weight he experienced quickly made him realize they were descending.

<Mayday, mayday. We're under attack, Lord Poggle! Roger, roger!>

Annan grimaced at the sound of his pilot droid, O.M.5's, voice over the comms. He hoped Kressara wouldn't ask why he was being referred to as 'Lord Poggle', that would be a bit too strange to explain, even for him.

<Direct hit. We lost a port sublight engine. Going down, though I can make a safe landing. Black cloaks. Electric fingers. Looks like they're buddies with your girlfriend, Ani,> Bigweld's voice sailed across the comms as well and Annan simply sighed before trying to recentre himself in the Force as best as he could as the Scintillance made a tumultuous emergency landing.

"... I have a bad feeling about this," the Jedi couldn't help but grunt out.
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Re: As Fate Would Have It (Annan & Kressara)

Post by Kressara Thryn » Sat Oct 17, 2020 11:15 pm

/Why ever would I want to remove his head? That’s far too primitive a way to murder someone./ Kressara thought to herself as Bigweld took his leave.

It was the nearly scolding tone her hero chided her in that earned a couple of blinks from the injured woman. She didn’t attempt to hide her easily negative response to it, brows furrowing and eyes darting to the side. Kressara had many enemies, but she usually chose who those enemies would be based on their actions. Not the other way around. To have an ally express disappointment in her triggered an immediate guilt reflex. Perhaps to the unknowing Jedi this might seem like a rather positive sign that a sith wasn’t entirely too far gone, but to a trained psychologist it was a clear indication of someone suffering from insecurities likely stemming from prolonged exposure to a narcissist...a raven haired, dragon obsessed, beautiful sith lord narcissist.

Annan then suddenly cracked a playful smirk. "You know what, I'm just going to call you Eula. It's a pretty name."

Golden eyes glinted mischievous like a pair of coins catching light as Kressara viewed Annan with a sideways glance. Her frown curled upwards into a debonaire smile befitting nobility. “And Kressara isn’t a pretty name? Well, I appreciate the use of my alias none the less. Eula Endellion is the full name. I’m the daughter of a wealthy landlord from Bespin, I own a private condo with a lovely swimming pool, and I want to be an investigative journalist even though I’m not very good at it and daddy’s money is the only thing keeping my business ventures afloat.”

She spouted off that story like recited lines when a slight rose color tinted her cheeks.

“...but most days I’m just Kressara Thryn. She’s a nobody farm girl from Lothal.”

His next words were compassionate indeed. Kressara’s heartstrings were a bit dusty, but he pulled on them like an expert. “That’s admirable. I feel similarly about the sith I suppose. We are supposed to be an order centralizing our training around passion, power, and channeling aggression for our own use instead of letting it make us weaker. However, most of them are just a bunch of blood thirsty killers with less tact than a drunken Hutt. It’s a disgrace. None of them know how to smile.” Which was true. Kressara often snuck off to enjoy herself on solo missions just to escape the endless hordes of scowling, warmongering bores.

Her expression turned serious, meeting his fierce blue sight head on before stating plainly, “I owe you my life. If you so choose to set me free into the galaxy and we cross paths again, I will not raise a weapon to you without due cause.” She meant it.

Before the girl could answer his question as to her desired drop location, the ship’s upward momentum was redirected with a violent jump.

“What’s going- ACK!” Kressara fell from her seat onto the floor, landing on her hands and knees as Onebee scrambled to right itself and finish the job. The sith waved Annan’s medical droid off with one hand and lifted herself up with the other, a malicious glare in her hazels. “Oh, how they never cease to be a burden…”

Anger rose through her and simmered like bubbling oil. Her aura in the force was static, popping with annoyance. Gravity pulled down against them as the ship made an emergency landing somewhere unexpected and when at last their vessel ceased to bear down on the floored sith, she rose to her feet and shot Annan an urgent look.

“They were rash. Now they will be overly eager to end this fight rather than prolong it for their amusement. Arm me. Give me a vibroblade, a rifle, pistols...a pipe wrench if it’s all you can spare. I will fight with you. Together those two halves of the same low functioning brain won’t stand a snowflake’s chance in a firestorm!” Arm the sith who you rescued on a whim. Yes, because that’s what any smart Jedi would do in this situation.

“They’ll want you dead now just as badly as they’ll want me.”
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An endlessness of darkness is hovering. The sound of the silence is deafening...Ten billion decibels shattering.

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