Logged Jan 18, 2001
Logged by Chai'tyn
Titled: Sith Meet Jedi
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Foolish Republicans to leave their what may prove to be their greatest asset 
and greatest loss so...unguarded. At least, unguarded to one of Darth Talon's 
skill and talent. To most here she blends in with the shadows, not allowed to 
be seen as more than a flicker of presence to the mere mortal sentinels who 
wander to and fro in the shipyards main office lobby. Like a whisper, 
Chai'tyn Zaan slips through the tall open blast doors. Leaving the open 
streets for the high ceiling enclosure, the dark figure moves silently 
along the right hand wall. The Sith pauses in an alcove where two slide-stairs 
criss-cross. Under her cloak, she sets her portable scanner to work. The 
device swiftly notes amounts and types of organic and mineral matter found in 
the immediate area, cataloguing it within its data banks. 

Minds, easy to persuade that what one sees is not real, is the current focus of 
Katrick. Years of experience in the Force make his stealth easy to perform, 
but even so he does not fall to the temptation to control. Unable to shake 
the vision that brought him here, Katrick moves through the building, walking 
a path only his mind and the Force can see. Through offices and doors he 
slinks, a feeling of guilt over his usage of the Force slowly falling upon 
him. At length he turns a corner that puts him on the left of the lobby. He 
silently thanks the Force that the building is beginning to empty for the 
day. Standing near a plant, and making anyone that looks his way think he is 
part of the plant he stands near, Katrick scans the area before moving again. 

Indeed, Chai'tyn is also grateful, if such a creature is capable of such a 
gesture, that the day's shift has ended. The many-raced workers flood past, 
down slide-stairs and out of lifts, across the lobby and out the large blast 
doors. Chai re-secures her porta-scanner within a belt case. Only a few of the 
slower native Sluissi straggle in their slithering gait to exit. Leaving her 
position, the Sith moves further into the building, finding a service door. 
She waits for a moment, then as a worker comes out from the corridor beyond, 
she sneaks in behind him and is gone from sight. 

Was it a flicker of movement? Or maybe something deep from the Force. Either 
way Katrick is on the move again. Silent and seductive waves pass over him as 
he moves towards a service corridor, making him pause near the door. He moves 
up against the wall and pauses to think about what he is feeling. As the rest 
of the beings filter out, Katrick cocks his head to the side as if listening 
to something. He sends out a tendril of the Force down the corridor, probing 
the darkness within to see if he can figure out what made him move this way. 

Down the corridor the tendrils would find darkness indeed. The black heart of a 
child raise to be a Sith Warrior with no love or compassion within her 
breast. But, the heart is well shielded, Talon wishing no one to know of her 
presence here. It is deserted now as she leaves the passageway and enters  
the manufacturing floor on the catwalks above. Her light steps halt, her 
orange eyes sweeping the vast facility with jealousy that might turn her gaze 
to green, such envy does her discovery invoke. The full brightness of the 
workday has been dimmed to security lights only, but still, the sights below 
her boots are impressive. Her scanner leaves its case once again, switching 
to live record mode before she employs it to capture the panorama of Sluis 
Van's prime manufacturing plant. Completely enwrapped in her view, she zooms 
in on a large vessel, one of the Republics newest warships, she has no doubt. 
In this silent reflection, she feels something that prickles on the back of 
her neck. She draws in a breath, closes her eyes and opens her mind. 

A frown, then a sigh, and the cloaked figure of Katrick is in the corridor. His 
probe moves in front of him as if a carrot dangling from a string. He stops 
before entering the main floor, concerned as to his feelings. Calm is the way 
to truth and understanding, and so Katrick seeks his center. His eyes close 
and he falls into the calming waters of the Force. With a sigh, his awareness 
expands. The light of his being moves beyond the frail flesh of the Being 
called Katrick and rushes out in an ever expanding circle, lighting the 
ethers of the Force as it moves. A mind he finds, and then he knows his 
presence is known. But so is...hers? Through the Force, Katrick 
speaks. "Ahhhh, welcome young one. Have you found what you are looking for 
yet?" And he moves into the light of the bay, looking at the back of the 
woman he seems to have been looking for. 

She feels his presence knocking at the walls of her mind's citadel. Ashamed to 
be suddenly penetrated, she slams her mind as tightly shut as she can before 
opening her eyes and turning towards the voice of Katrick. Chai'tyn's narrow 
eye slits reduce even more, amber gaze of fire lancing out across the upper 
grid of the plant towards her only known exit. The now lowered porta-scanner 
is blindly re-encased and secured. Her stance widens, black gloved hand 
resting lightly on the cylinder at her waist, it's anciently wrought power 
the only physical comfort she knows. Her lips curl in what may be a smile, 
but seems more like a snarl revealing bright teeth with slightly pointed 
incisors. Like a feline caught by her enemy unawares, Darth Talon hisses in 
instinctive response, though a brilliant mind lies behind her animalistic 
demeanor. 

Hands folded in front of him, hidden by his cloak, Katrick takes a step 
forward. Standing normally, a hand slowly comes up to reveal his soft 
features and his smiling face. His hand returns to rest on the other as he 
speaks aloud, "Welcome to Sluis Van, young one." And he looks out at the 
ships waiting to be built and then nods towards them. "A fine example of 
intelligent engineering wouldn't you agree?" 

Chai'tyn ignores Katrick's baiting, her lips returning to cover her teeth, 
bringing back the cold beauty of her placid features. She cocks her head to 
one side, as if looking with curiosity at a newly discovered animal. Her 
hands relax to her sides as she begins a slow approach. One foot falls 
precisely before the other, like a dancer in a promenade, her hips swaying 
with unconscious seduction. "You..." she purrs with a tone of accusation, then 
continues in her softly accented basic. Command flows through her word 
carried by her dark power. "Do not interrupt my business here, old man. Go 
back and leave me be." 

A chuckle and Katrick smiles even bigger, "My dear, I plan no 
interruptions. I am here to help you." And he waves towards the ships and 
says, "Would you like me to show you around a bit? I could answer any 
questions you might have, explain some of the inner workings. Maybe even give 
you a tour." All presence of the Force about him now seems to be reigned in, 
as if he has stopped using it. A large and welcoming smile, reminiscent of a 
salesman, stays on his features as he speaks. 

Chai's eyes flicker, a mixture of annoyance and suspicion glowing from within. 
"A tour?" she asks as she pauses in front of him. Could this old man really 
be so simple? Did she misperceive the ripples of the Force she felt from his 
direction. She looks past him, as if searching for another behind the access 
door. Her path continues, circling around him cautiously as she examines this 
specimen of Republican. From behind him, she smiles. "Would you? How 
kind...." She raises her hand, as if trying to feel his being by holding her 
palm inches from the back of his head while she reaches out to caress 
Katrick's thoughts, searching again for that elusive, bright presence again. 

Following her only with his eyes, Katrick waits for her to speak 
again. Whether she finds anything or not, the fact remains that the man 
simply doesn't use the force at this time. Passively he feels her probes, but 
no response is warranted he feels. However, his mind is well disciplined, and 
no thoughts seem to be running through his mind at the moment. "Kindness, well 
thank you. Shall we begin?" And he waits. 

The Jedi's absence of thought does not allow Chai'tyn to lower her guard. She 
does however, catalogue all she feels of his presence. Know thine enemy as 
they say. Her circle continues, until she is at his left side where she 
halts. "Please," she responds with a nod. She was well bred after all. Manners 
are not beyond her ilk. Her hands rest under her cape now, perhaps behind her 
back, perhaps not. The velvety fabric folds fluidly about her body. Her 
senses remain tightly focused on this creature, leery of what deception he 
may be attempting with her, the spy, the deceiver. "I am in your hands, my 
host." 

Katrick nods and steps into the bay. In a rare display of Force 
use, he flicks out a tendril and lights up the room. Alarms are canceled, and 
the shipyard comes up to full readiness, waiting for commands to begin 
building again. Katrick heads over to one of the nearest ships and begins a 
very technical explanation of the craft, pointing out things of interest, and 
even going so far as to explain the reasoning behind the design. After a few 
moments of the Monologue, he breaks from the explanation and turns to you. 
Leaning up against the side of the vessel, and looking extremely relaxed, 
Katrick smiles at you and says, "Such excellent posture, manners. You must be 
of a noble bloodline. I have to wonder though, with a woman who has 
everything, why so much anger? Surely you have men fawning over you day and 
night, ready to slave for you. Whole planetary populations ready to die for 
you.... Yet your anger burns you onward..Hmmm" He finishes with a bit of a 
critical look. "And interesting situation." 

The woman greedily laps up the information, taking in the offering with only a 
grain of caution. She doesn't sense that this being could or would lie to 
her. But then, he gets personal. The very impersonal Chai'tyn turns ireful 
orange eyes upon the Jedi. "Do not try to delve into such matters..." she 
warns, but then ego makes her smile, and turn the braggart. As she runs her 
gloved hands over the glistening new hull of the ship they stand before, she 
lays a cheek upon the vessel, reaching out to feel it's mineral make-up, to 
trace it's circuitry with her mind. "I am indeed, as you say, of noble 
power," she says, caressing the ship's side with her fingers. "Many fall 
under my sway, and many more will enjoy the taste of life lived under my 
rule, in time to come." Her master would slap her if he heard her arrogance, 
touted before the enemy so carelessly, the folly of her youth and 
inexperience with outsiders. "Perhaps even you will serve me one day...no?" 
Her amber gaze falls on Katrick, effusing her lure towards the mentally stoic 
old man and his mind's walls, teasing them to let her in. 

Master Jarfet, leader of the Jedi council and Master of the Force, 
mentally grins and allows some thoughts to finally be perceived. Attraction 
is there, for even a man of his age cannot deny beauty, but that is about it. 
As a purveyor of light, he cannot lie, but he can omit. A small chuckle 
escapes him as he takes in the flirtations, and he speaks "This is a universe 
of strange possibilities, one can never say never." And he pushes off the 
vessel and heads for another, speaking as he walks. "It is obvious you hold a 
great power in your breast, as you have surely figured out of me. But I 
wonder, has your Masters taught you everything?" 

"What they have not is of little consequence." Chai'tyn leaves the first lovely 
ship, skipping with childlike effervescence towards the second, beating the 
Jedi Master to her hull. She runs her hands along the landing strut, her lust 
for the technology evident in her handling of its metal legs. In a singsong 
tone she ponders. "But maybe you could teach me a thing...or two? You know my 
power, you say, yet...you must also know I am not one of your...padowan, do 
you call them?" She chuckles, lying out and languishing on the lowered ramp 
of the vessel like a feline rolling into gaweed. "How do you account for me 
in your ordered universe?" 

"For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction." Katrick states 
simply. And then all pretense is gone, and he becomes that which is more than 
just himself. The Force itself begins to gather around the man as he prepares 
for something. No outward notice of the event would ever be seen, but it is 
quite clear to any that is Sensitive. The mental barrier is back, and in full 
place. His eyes loose their luster as his concentration increases. "Your 
destiny lies along my Path, dark warrior. It has been foreseen... My padowan 
you have now become, but not in the ways that you think. This night, you will 
leave here with new knowledge, but not that which you came for. The Night of 
your Masters have been foreseen by many, and there are those in my order that 
welcome you." His voice builds in volume, and it is being carried by the 
Force. Even if you could not hear, you would. "Go back and tell your Masters 
to come forth and speak. Tell them not to fear the light." 

Chai'tyn watches the unseen power of the Force gather around the Jedi with her 
greedy eyes. But his words give her another turn. Her own mind she steels 
against his influence, though her posture and regard tell another tale. Her 
laughter starts low, but then builds to a ringing cackle that mocks the 
Master before her with her impudence. "Fear? You know nothing of fear. Fear 
is power, to be wielded as readily as you wield your kindness, Master." Her 
use of the term to him is rife with insult. "But I will take your lesson, if 
there is more to it than this..." Her hand waves about, referring to his 
gathering power. "Your order will welcome us alright, but not as you welcomed 
the imbecile whom you drove away last time. He paid for his crime of vanity. 
I'll not suffer his fate, nor will I blatantly display my power for your 
knowledge. Only know this, Jedi...." She spits out the term with her round 
mouthed accent, malice her song. "It is time for you to be afraid!" Her arms 
raise up, seeming at ready for something, whether it be attack or exit may 
rely on Katrick's next move. 

There is an attack, but not in the traditional sense. A look of calm comes over 
Katrick's features and he looks you directly in the eyes. "My young one, fear 
is not the way. The darkside only destroys, never creates. When you deliver 
my message, return to me, and I will show you the true meaning of the Force." 
And he thrusts his light and love at you, using it to bathe your being in the 
lightside. Warmth and love is pumping out of him like a broken damn. "Feel 
the joy of the brothers and sisters who hope for your return to us. Learn the 
Jedi ways, find true happiness." 

No match for his power, the young Sith is overpowered by Katrick's outpouring 
of the Force towards her, burned by his light and love as surely as she had 
in her time burned her enemy's mind to gray cinder in his skull. Chai'tyn 
loses her ever present control, physically numbed by the attack, her eyes 
closing and her body convulsing under the Jedi's assault. His command to 
return to him is left in her subconscious as she loses awareness of her 
surroundings, transfixed in the Master's power. 

As she falls, Katrick is there to catch her. As she slips into unconsciousness, 
the Jedi Master pushes a lock of hair away from her face. "Too young and 
beautiful to hold so much hatred. My vow to you is to turn you into the light 
where you belong. Sleep now, young one. For I must send you back into the 
snake pit." And he picks you up and carries you out of the building. Easily 
finding your ship, he sneaks you aboard it, and rests you in a comfortable 
spot. Before he departs, he takes the time to delete the data from your 
sensor recorder, and makes certain no evidence of his presence aboard the 
ship remains.