[IC] Star Wars: An Eternal Conflict

[Jakeozzy]

"Jedi are passive, peaceful creatures, Oram. But we all have our own roles to play, contradictions to make at times. You and I, we are Guardians - we will defend the innocent and the Republic until we become one with the Force... And then you bring reality into question and we're actually going on the offensive to do the right thing. Hypocrites, but rightfully so - if we don't attack, they'll just come back twice as angry." Yai shrugged casually as he led his Padawan through the temple and towards the medical wing. Jedi along the way gave them strange looks. Their robes were dark colours, unlike the majority who wore simple civilian tunics and robes. Not that Yai cared what they thought. He would use a red colour crystal in his lightsaber just to see their reactions; in the end he'd still be Jedi, and it would just be a colour, not a symbol of his allegiance to the Sith. As they entered, Yai immediately fixed his gaze on two particular Jedi. Cronic Crystalis and Aria Koizumi, unsung heroes of the previous war... They were friends, the three of them. Oram would probably enjoy the two as well. All four were practical Jedi, ones that would act rather than wait and watch. "I hope we aren't interrupting a reunion. It's good to see you both alive and well... Last time we met, we were fighting together on Corellia's city streets..." "Huh, speak of the devil. Master, this is the kid you have high hopes for?" Aria smiled and kicked off the edge of her bed, arching her back and looking over Oram. Twin lightsabers, very fit for his age, and he strode alongside Yai with confidence. "Nice to meet'cha, kid." Yai meanwhile focused more on Cronic, "I see you're back from the outer rim. I was hoping you might be interested in yet another trip around the galaxy. In short, Sith hunt."

[Demon Shinobi]

Oram nodded as he strolled along following his master's lead. "I understand Master." He said generally ignoring most of the looks they received. Occasionally, the young man would send a glare back out of annoyance of the continued looks. He saw no reason for his or his master's choice of clothing to be brought into question. Though he couldn't particularly blame them. They were weary of just about anything resembling the dark side. It was until they were already at the medical wing that Oram truly noticed. He'd had been so caught up in his own thoughts after listening to Yai's words that he hadn't noticed. "Master I thought we were leaving right away?" He asked in almost a whisper before they came to two Jedi in the room. A man and a woman. Oram couldn't help, but feel a bit underwhelmed. Which was understandable given his lack of knowledge of various people, including the assumed friends of his master. The girl was the one to speak of, and subsequently to, him. "It's nice too meet you too, miss." He said calmly as he looked her over more so out of habit. He had a somewhat bored look in his eyes. It was obviously because he didn't know these two Jedi so he didn't think too much of them. At least, not when compared to his thoughts and respect for Yai. "I'm Oram. Oram Maximus." He introduced himself with a small bow.

[CronicCrystalis]

"Considering the Imperials and Sith are likely trying to replenish their ranks by taking people by force, if what I intervened in is anything to go by..." Cronic said, placing one hand on his chin in thought. "There are a few notorious Sith whom bodies were never found for, after all. My nemesis being one of them." Cronic said, turning to look at Orim. "Sith activity has been quiet for some time now, so I can't help but feel a sense of unease. I hope the boy is as good as you say, because we might get in over our heads, and the hunter becomes the hunted." Cronic said, glancing over to Oram partway through the sentence. "Though I'm sure Aria wouldn't mind a chance to stretch her legs."

[Demon Shinobi]

Oram had decided to wait for Aria, that was apparently her name as spoken by the man conversing with Yai, to answer and stay out of the conversation between his master and Cronic until he was referenced. "Excuse me, but the boy can most certainly handle himself." He said shifting his attention to Cronic rather quickly. Of course, he knew that there was a possibility that things might get a little too hot to handle, but at the moment it felt as though not only his skill, but all he'd worked for was being questioned. Of course, it was a bit of an overreaction, but one would likely understand that he didn't have very much to hold pride in aside from his master and the skills he'd been working so hard on. Not to mention the fact that he didn't even really know this man, which he was sure would change over time. "I just hope your and the young lady can keep up with my master and I." He put more emphasis on his master than himself. He wasn't so cocky as to believe he was some amazing force (pun NOT intended) to be reckoned with. He wasn't even really as cocky as he might have seemed at the moment. He was simply reacting in accordance with how he felt. Why did you even say that? He mentally scolded himself. Though he'd never openly doubt his own words. That'd just be stupid.

[CronicCrystalis]

"Okay... Well, least he doesn't have the personality of a brick wall like most Jedi. I think we'll get along just fine... Oram, was it? Crobalt Nicholas Crystalis. Jedi Knight, though everyone just calls me Cronic. Got a bit of a reputation of a loose cannon these days, but when you've seen some of the things me and Aria have, sometimes you have to not do things by the book to get things done. I like to think it's why me and Aria are still breathing... Even if it does piss off the brass, and is the reason I'm still a Knight." Cronic said, mockingly coughing after he said brass, before offering one hand to Oram for a handshake. "But unorthodox enemies like the Sith call for unorthodox tactics, no?"

[Jakeozzy]

"Oram, where did you learn to use bravado...?" Yai gave his Padawan a knowing smirk. His Master had an ego. Small one, but still! He loved bigging himself up, he had a reputation for it - but he'd only be that way when he could. In battles that he couldn't forsee an easy victory he was still that cold Jedi. "Well, Cronic. As soon as you're ready, the ship is leaving. I believe we'll be heading to Nar Shaddaa first. You and Aria were there, no? The Sith love working with criminal factions... One in particular seem to have been letting Imperials go into hiding. We're to investigate how deep this connection runs." Aria meanwhile was already on her way out the door. At the mention of the Smuggler's Moon she sighed in dread. "Damn it, I just got used to natural light again... And fresh air that doesn't harm you!" she glanced back at the others, tying her blood-red hair back into a flowing ponytail that stopped half way down her back. "Hey, kid? If you never been to Nar' before, your eyes are gonna have trouble with all the neon lights. They're everywhere!" Yai started taking calm, slow steps as he followed after Aria. So, they had quite a team already. The legend who defeated the Emperor, his aspiring blademaster of a Padawan, a Jedi commander in the making, and... an Aria.

[Demon Shinobi]

Oram shook Cronic's hand with no sign of hesitation. "Might I suggest refraining from comparing the personalities of most of everyone around here to those of brick walls. It's kind of an insult to brick walls." He chuckled slightly before he let go and turned to his master. Bravado? Nah... This wasn't the time to question it or his master. He simply gave a somewhat nervous chuckle with a hint of pity aimed towards his master. He knew all to well the man's personality. But... It did seem to be rubbing off on Oram. In some parts. Without much else to say he began to follow after Aria and yai. He was sure Cronic would be along. Though something did get him to thinking. It was Aria's information regarding Nar Shaddaa. "Master? Have I been there?" He asked calmly. He wasn't all too good with remembering names of places. He barely remembered the name of his homeworld. Honestly, he didn't have the most educated upbringing there after all. He'd begun, but with the attack and... He shook his head pushing the thoughts away. He'd get better with names in time. For now as long as he remembered the places themselves and all he'd learned since being brought here by Yai he would be fine. Right?

[CronicCrystalis]

"Believe me when I say you're not missing much Oram." "Nar Shaddaa is pretty much what you'd expect. Criminals, gangsters, and a lot of undesirable elements of society. It's Hutt territory though. Neutral space, which means we can't do a damn thing about it without valid reason." Cronic said, folding his arms and sighing in annoyance, as memories of his time on Nar Shaddaa began to flash through his head. "Either way, we'll need some information to help narrow down the search. It IS a large place after all. And I know just the man for the job. I'll get on the comms to someone who knows what's going on there. Just promise me you'll stay your saber hands when we meet him."

[Jakeozzy]

Yai gazed back at his Padawan during the long walk through the temple. He smiled and shook his head, "We've been in the area before, but not the moon itself. Too dangerous, I had told myself. But now I can see you are well on your way, Oram. Stay on your guard and the Smuggler's Moon won't eat us alive." "I think I might know who he's on about, and I second that notion," Aria said as they continued toward the hangars in the lower levels of the Jedi Temple. Really, all she cared about was how long they would spend on the moon. During the war the neon-lit streets were a silent battleground for the Republic's SIS and Imperial Intelligence, and diplomats from either side trying to secure alliances with Hutts and gangsters. The war was very quiet there, aside from the battle between intel agencies. "What Hutts don't know can't hurt them, Cronic..." Yai's said as they entered the large hangar. His ship was a typical Corellian stock freighter, (much like the Millenium Falcon) without any real modifications applied. It got him around the galaxy and could house a big-ish crew, had room to live and train in, that was all it needed. It didn't have a name, either. It wasn't that flashy, or recognisable - it was perfect. "There she is... My mighty rustbucket. Let's get on board and get moving, shall we?" Yai chuckled as he stepped up the ramp into his ship after Aria.

[CronicCrystalis]

"Hm. So this is how you get around." Cronic said, following after Yai. "Most people wouldn't stop to think a ship like this was a Jedi vessel, since most proven Jedi tend to get given Defender-class ships. Nice thinking there." Cronic said, glancing around the ship's interior. "Well, I'll be getting on the horn to our informant while I wait. He's a smuggler by trade, with a penchant for slipping into areas he really isn't supposed to. Knows most of Nar Shaddaa inside and out. I'll say it again though; Do not point your sabers at him when you meet him. The guy has a bit of a trust issue when working with Jedi he's never met before, on account of his race. You'll see what I mean soon enough."