Logged: Apr 4 2001
Logged by: Chai'tyn
Title: Snake in the Grass-A Log
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Characters:
Chai'tyn
Terrick
Borealis
Katrick
Meteor Way -- Coronet
Downtown Coronet doesn't really seem like a downtown at all.
Small shops interspersed between parks here and there make it
look as if Coronet is a relaxing place of paradise. The slow
steady pace of shops and parks seems almost natural for this
area. Several benches sit under shady trees, inviting the
leisurely traveler to take a moment and relax. Another small
park offers a play area for children, while yet another
appears to be a monument to the local modern artists in the
area with all the sculptures taking their place among the
trees and pathways.
Chai'tyn moves through the street, keeping to the edges and
the shadows as much as she can. Her confident strides and
erect posture are not masked, but somehow, she escapes
general notice.
Borealis scurries less concerned with shadows but his
trailing of Chai'tyn leads him there unknowingly.
Silently leaning against the wall of the Smuggler's Cantina
was a figure dressed in heavy brown robes, his face masked by
a heavy hood as he studies passer buyers. He rubs his chin
slightly as his attentions shift to his own mind as he falls
into concentration.
This place was rife with the enemy. Not wanting further
interference, Chai'tyn continues to blur her presence,
sublimating her energies as she leads Boris towards the
spaceport.
Borealis, oblivious to concentrations and blurring does as
he knows his duty is and shadows Chai'tyn making no spectacle
of himself, just another Corellian on Corellia, so this is
what his ancestors home looked like, kind of squalid.
Terrick shook his head slowly, the heat today was getting
unbearable, he slowly pulled his heavy hood of his head and
rubbed the sweat off his brow as he studied a pair heading
south, just another group of Corellians he supposed but he
had recalled Master Hamilton telling him about such a pair,
he couldn't understand it perhaps just a wealthy duchess and
a servant boy. He shrugged it off and kited his hands cuffed
under his robes.
Travel spam as Chai'tyn and Borealis travel to Coruscant
Circular Hallway -- Senate Building
This circular hallway curves around the exterior of the
building. The interior side of the hallway is lined with
numerous offices belonging to Ambassador's from various
cultures. The exterior side is lined with glass windows
displaying a spectacular view of the city beyond. The
carpeting is thick and plush; muffling sounds footsteps as
different beings pass by.
Doing something most people would find boring, or at least a
waist of time, Master Katrick Jarfet stands in front of a
Senator from Caammas. The rather fat looking being stands
quite a lot taller than Katrick does, and under normal
circumstances a being just might be intimidated by this man.
But Katrick just stands there, a pleasant smile on his face
as the man prattles on and on about the plight of his people.
How they do not get enough food, (yet this man seems to) how
no one in the Senate gives them any respect (I just cannot
see why they would do such a thing), and on and on and on. But
Katrick seems to be listening to the man as if he is speaking
of matters of grave importance. After a long while, the fat
one wears himself out with his complaining, and decides it's
time to leave the Jedi Master and find some food. Katrick,
grins silently to himself, knowing that the man is now
satisfied and thinking the Jedi are on their side.
Doing naught to hide herself as she has been in the habit of
doing when lurking in Republic space, Chai'tyn Zaan strides
through the halls of the Senate with grace and pride. Asking
about, it was too easy to find her prey. The placid citizenry
were all to eager to pleasantly oblige her inquiries and point
her to the very seat of government where she now walks freely
towards the esteemed Jedi Master. Opening her mind, she pauses
as she enters the hallway. Seeking the presence she remembers
from Sluis Van, Darth Talon lowers all barriers as she
manufactures a warmth to her presence, inviting Jarfet's
notice of her.
The future, always in motion it is. But still, Katrick knew
this day would come. As the Force comes into him, it steals
him for the challenge to come. He recognizes her right away,
no need to even look in her direction. He welcomes her,
sending an unspoken welcome out to her as he deals with a
droid that comes by at the last moment, wanting his signature.
Finally he turns, and very warm smile on his face. "Ahh my
young dark one has returned. It is good to see you again. I
must compliment you on your, shall we call it, bravery in
returning to me. Come, let us move from this place to
someplace more peaceful so we can talk." And he motions back
along the hallway, sending you a clear picture of where he
wishes to go.
As their minds touch, Chai'tyn's skin alights with a hot
fire of anticipation. The enemy he might be, but he had power.
But he was good and the good were often slow and far too
accepting. Feeling she has the advantage, that her success
will be inevitable, she nods to acknowledge his greeting
openly. Her hands clasped together within the folds of her
black robe, as a being of peace might do, she follows him and
the vision he sends her, delighted to be accepted in her visit.
Keeping himself calm, in the demeanor by which most people
have come accustomed to seeing this man in, Katrick steps up
beside the young one and begins walking towards the entrance
to the hallway, heading for the airbus stop. "I must say, I
am surprised to see you again. I felt your curiosity about us
when we last visited, but I did not think that you would
return. I am, though, greatly at peace that you did decide to
return. I hope that your coming here was not, shall we say,
forced?" He asks, as he strolls along the hallway, neither
hurrying to his destination, nor taking his time.
Chai'tyn keeps calmly in step with the Jedi, to an effective
illusion of being in sync for now. She smiles softly. Her
smile fits her well, masking her sharp teeth. "Forced? No. I
am my people's emissary. I do not hide in shadows but come
openly in the hopes of bringing a friendship to our peoples.
The galaxy is vast. We wish to embrace it. To return to our
brethren..." She pauses as they reach the stop, turning her
warm amber eyes onto the old man, her guise open and
inviting. "...as you yourself have seen to be our destiny."
With a simple inclination of his head, Katrick steps aboard a
waiting airbus. Upon finding a seat, he asks, "Your people
have been gone from the loving embrace of the Living Force for
years, young one. I will tell you know, it will not be easy to
achieve a destiny such as I have foreseen. But if your kind
are truly willing, and of that I must be honest and say I
doubt, it can happen. The only question is, do you have the
patience it takes to learn the Light?"
Senate Building
Entering into the building, one finds themselves in the lobby
area of the outer ring within the Senate Building. Hallways
are seen heading off to the left and right, leading to
presumably the various ambassador offices. Pair of broad
intricately designed doors gives way to the viewing stands
within the Senate Hall beyond. Plush carpeting covers the
floor in a soft hue of gold's and reds while paintings of
past and present ambassador's line the walls. The lobby area
is illuminated with recessed lighting hidden within the
ceilings above.
Travel spam....
Skydome Botanical Gardens
The botanical gardens is a self-sustaining biosphere unto
itself, consisting of medium scale synthetic communities of
plants and soils encased in a glass and metal shell. It
includes a rainforest, desert, savanna, marsh, ocean and a
separate agro-forestry area. A walkway winds itself through
the gardens, which takes the visitors through an array of
spectacular vegetation that was once indigenous to Coruscant.
Several benches are placed along the pathway to provide a
peaceful place to stop and appreciate the surroundings.
"All great things begin with small efforts, do they not,
Master?" Chai'tyn draws out the term of respect hissingly
through her teeth in her tainted basic, folding her lithe form
onto the seat next to Katrick. Even as the train lurches to a
start and the crowds press around them, they remain in their
own private bubble, the calm eye of the storm of everyday life
on the city-world. "If my masters did not think me up to the
task, would they have sent me?" the raven-haired woman asks,
replying to his questioning doubt with her own question.
"Of course not, young one." Katrick says, "But the question
will still remain, what is the task they sent you to do?" And
he smiles at you as the train quickly arrives at the gardens.
He stands in the crowd and says, "You choose to call me
Master, but time and the Force will test the truthfulness of
your being here. I am but the Force's servant, and my path in
this is quite clear. If you wish it, I will take it upon
myself to show you the ways of the Jedi. And if you wish,"
And he motions towards the gardens as the train empties,
"We can begin right away."
Stepping off the tram and following the path she sees so
clearly in Katrick's mind, Talon does her best to seal up her
deception within the confines of her own mind's deep, dark
vault. Humbly, she keeps slow pace with the old man as they
walk. "I do wish it, Master Jarfet. For only by knowing your
ways and your people myself, can I perform my duties when I
return home - to act as the returning emissary and help my
people to understand your ways of peace and how we must
blend in harmony with the Republic if we are all to survive...
that is my task, whether you choose to believe it or not."
As they pass into the gardens, she breaks the journey's
silence with a request. "For the time we are here, I'll
require quarters and documents of passage for myself, and my
pilot, Boris Borealis. We only need assurance that we are safe
and may move about freely without fear of arrest."
The question seems to be, who is hiding more from whom?
Katrick's mind needs no guarding though, as he learn long ago
how to control his thoughts. Impassionate, calm, and serene
is Katrick as he strolls along with Talon. After she speaks,
he makes no comment on her words, other than to nod at her
'requirements' of papers. And for a while he says nothing,
strolling along towards the gardens. He seems to be making a
point of not speaking to her at the moment, seemingly to have
put an end to the conversation when he nodded.
As the silence continues, Talon's mind begins to race.
Patience was not her virtue, much to the intolerance of even
her Sith masters. But she's also smart enough to realize this
might be a test. But, she can only hold her tongue so long,
being young and well...as stated, impatient. She clears her
throat after a quarter hour of silence. "Are you the Jedi
leader? Do you have the power to accept me as your student...
or must I meet the approval of others, who may not be so...
open, to one such as I?"
Having seemingly lost himself in the ways of the garden, as
they have finally arrived there after some time, Katrick
seems to startle a bit at Chai'tyn's words. He blinks back
to awareness and the grows a stern look, as if maybe someone
failed something. "I am a Jedi Master, I need no one's
approval as to whom I will train. But, "And his features
soften and his face forms into it's most familiar position of
a smile that is most true and genuine. "I am the leader of
the Jedi Council, as so was voted. In taking the position I
have agreed to follow by it's rules. So there will be an
audience with the council, and some tests. But not to worry,
young one, they will not veto our joining." And he once
again closes his eyes. As he exhales a breath, and utter
calmness settles upon him, and he speaks both through the
Force and aloud. "The time has come for the Darkness to join
with the Light, as I have foreseen. You, Chai'tyn, will help
bring about the destiny for all the Sith and the Jedi. Fore,
regardless of whether there is a conflict to come or not,
the Sith and the Jedi are to join. It....is...our...destiny."
And his head seems to fall back as his very essence in the
Living Force deepens to that that only a Jedi Master can feel.
But he channels that feeling into his words. "You have become
pivotal to that Future, young one. Your impatience shines
through, but you must wait for your time. It will come, but
for now you must learn..."
Chai'tyn's mind, twisted by darkness since her infancy, wraps
around the powerful Jedi Master's words. She gleans praise
from them. She hears his predictions and begins to imagine the
power that lies in her path. Oh, how she lusts for that power,
power so palpable she can taste it. On Korriban, she was just
another bastard child scrapping for power and forcing respect
along with all the other Sithlings. But here, among the
Republicans, she could rise to something more than she is. To
join the Jedi and the Sith - was that not what her Master on
Thethu wanted? And why shouldn't she allow herself to be the
catalyst and reap all the reward such a lofty task must bring?
With a flurry of robes, she turns into Jarfet's path and kneels
before him. "Tell me more. Teach me," she implores with glee.
"What must I learn?"
Admonishing harshly to Chai'tyn, Katrick says, "First you must
learn to control that lust of yours. You think a man of my
power cannot feel your emotions when you broadcast them so?"
And then he reaches down and takes you under the arm, "And
stand before me, Chai'tyn. I may not be your equal in the
Force, but I am not your God." And still with a frown, he
says, "You must learn one thing, if you fail in all others.
You must learn to never act in anger. Your feelings must be
passive, and you *must* emulate the Code."
Wordlessly, Chai'tyn seems to ponder the Master's words, her
face flickering through confusion towards an attempt at
understanding concepts so foreign to her. "On my world, we are
gods. The others, those not attuned...are slaves who tend to
everything that we need." She buries her arrogance, and rises,
smoothing out her trouser fabric and furling her cape in a
graceful move. "This will take some getting used to. I will
work to control my feelings. But...what is 'the Code'?" she
asks, tilting her head. The tawny skinned Sith is indeed
ignorant of the old Jedi ways, her forefathers having hidden
away such knowledge from their legion.
"I will not deny the level of power the Jedi hold, for to do
so would be foolish." Katrick says as he watches you closely.
"But with this power brings a certain responsibility to those
who do not have it. The Code of the Jedi is older than the
Jedi itself, rising out of the ancient ashes of an even more
ancient religion. The Code tells the Jedi how to Act in all
situations. For, there is no emotion, there is peace; There
is no ignorance, there is knowledge; There is no passion,
there is serenity; There is no chaos, There is harmony; There
is no death, There is the Force."
Chai'tyn listens, the perfect picture of a student standing
calmly before Jarfet. But inside her mind raves and rails
against the concepts. Peace was for cowards. Passion and chaos
were her tools, her best friends, her very way of existence.
She'd never feared death, though she simply tried not to think
of it other than to hope for an honorable end. But knowledge,
she thirsted for it. It was that lust for knowledge and power
that Katrick had felt within her. She swallows, perhaps
showing the first chink in her armor of confidence.
"Master..." she says, suppressing her strong desires and
speaking softly and humbly with seeming sincere effort. "I do
not know that I am worthy of your code. All I can offer you is
my promise to you, to emulate your way until I become one with
it, though it is...I warn you, contrary to my nature."
Pointing gently to Chai'tyn's heart, Katrick says, "You must
unlearn what you have learned. You must let go of your hate,
your anger, and feel the peace that the Force is showing you.
You must not take the easy path, you must take the path that
is best. Knowledge you will gain, harmony you will feel, but
you must let go of your anger first." And he sighs softly,
"Let go of your hate, young one, or you fail even before you
begin."
Failure was weakness. Chai'tyn hated the concept that she
might fail. So, even though she knew she must betray him in
the end, she vows with every particle of her being. "I will,
Master Jarfet. I will do as you will teach me. So that, in
time, I can return to my people and lead them from their
darkness." In so vowing, she finds something akin to grief
for her kind in that cold, cold heart of hers and from the
grief, a sad tear springs into her orange eyes to sparkle
for a moment before it crosses her black lashes to descend
her yellow cheek.
Katrick reaches out and brushes the tear away, "There is no
Passion. Come, sit here, and I will teach you how to touch
the Force as you have never touched it before." And he
motions to a spot on the ground. The ground near where they
are is a bit soggy, tending to make ones clothes wet a mucky
looking. But Katrick doesn't seem to notice as he let's
himself down to a cross legged sitting position and prepares
to teach.
Talon eyes the mire and raises a wing-like brow. She quells
her protest however, and follows Katrick's example, folding
her trim legs beneath her. The fabric of her pants does well
to keep the moisture from seeping, but agitation at her
muddied attire flickers at the edges of her mind. "No
passion..." she mutters to herself in her attempt as she
molds her body into a mirror position of the Jedi Master.
"Now, close your eyes. Breath deeply, in slow deliberate
breaths. Shut out the rest of the world around you and
concentrate only on yourself. Feel the life that is you."
Katrick says, as he watches you closely. Both with the Force,
and with his eyes. "Clear your mind of all but the task at
hand."
"Think nothing but of my breath?" Chai'tyn questions, but
seeing the Master's stern regard she ceases her questions and
closes her eyes. Soon, she is inhaling and exhaling steadily,
her mind quieting bit by slow bit. Still, thoughts drift
through. 'Is this what he wants? Will this please him?'
Then eventually, only the feeling of her blood oxygenating
with the rise and fall of her breath.
"Now, only listening to the sound of my voice, block out even
your breathing. Quiet all of your mind, and find the flow of
the force." At this point, even Katrick's own eyes close, as
he begins seeing only through the Force. He watches her minds
awareness float about, working just like a new acolyte,
struggling to find the Force the true way, without emotion.
Chai'tyn does as she is instructed. Soon, she hears no sound
from her own body or the world outside. She drifts in the
universe, sightless, soundless, weightless. There is a peace
that descends on her and for a time it lulls her. Then, she
begins to drift from the lull. A powerful, magnetic presence
she feels and begins to feel her consciousness drifting
towards it. She is unaware of Katrick's monitoring now. The
presence that attracts her becomes a vortex pulling her into
it's dark void rapidly. Though she sits calmly with legs
crossed and eyes closed, her heart rate increases, her
breathing pants rapidly as if in a dream of sudden fear.
Flowing within the Force, Katrick sees the danger rise up like
a snake getting ready to strike. This one has been so long in
the presence of darkness that she doesn't even realize it as
she falls. Concentrating deeper, Katrick subtly reinforces the
light around her, doing his best to blot out the pull from her
so that her training will go further. "Concentrate on the
light, my young one. Calm, at peace you should be."
Buoyed by Katrick's ethereal rescue, Chai'tyn feels herself
lifted from the pull of the dark vortex. The sudden change of
sensation takes her breath out of her. She can't maintain the
physical act of meditation, so strong is the battle of dark
and light within her. The woman slumps forward with a soft
groan, losing consciousness briefly. Finding her cheek on the
damp ground, her limbs feeling weaker than she ever had in her
short life, she looks weakly at Master Jarfet. "I am lost
unless you help me," she pleas pitifully, he desire for
conversion seeming desperate and true in her deep amber eyes.
Katrick reaches down to help you up, using his cloak to wipe
the mud from your cheeks. "Yes, Chai'tyn, I will help you. But
your bond to your Dark Lord is strong, and this will not be
an easy battle for you to win. You must understand, not only
will you have to learn a new way of thinking, you will also
have to atone for that which you did that is wrong. Your
battle I can help you with, your atonement I cannot." And he
stands up, helping you and supporting you through the Force.
"No more will I teach you today, Chai'tyn. You must go into
the solitude of your room and meditate. When you feel
yourself falling again, return to peace and you will retain
what I have taught you."
Lifted by the Jedi, the Sith warrior seems to weigh very
little, drained of her strength and vigor by the exercise.
"Yes, Master Jarfet..." she manages to breath out from her
lithe body. Chai'tyn nods weakly and obediently, gathering
up what reserves she has to walk away from the gardens
towards the Towers.
