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Upon a swarm of Lost coming, Ambrosio followed the advice to take cover. However, once Yazzy started to run up towards Tuck, the spearman followed closely behind. The apparent weakness was going to be exploited extremely soon if Ambrosio didn't think quickly. With a look at Yazzy and then the top of the stairs, he grabbed the boy after dropping his weapons. "Sorry, but we need you up there NOW!"

He heaved with all his strength to launch Yazzy to the top landing, taking up his weapons again and moving up the stairs at the greatest speed he could safely muster. "I will be up in a moment, keep yourselves safe until I get my shield to you two."
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@TheWatchDog

Tasaia once again gave Luke's hand a shake. She picked up on an air of skepticism around Jade, as expected. Her story was odd at best for the common narrative. "Master Jade, I agree that the old Jedi were very...contradictory about their views and actions. Let us be better than them. And to you, Grand Master Skywalker, please use my title of Defender. I would prefer not to forget the memories of and to memorialize the actions of my mother. You may call me Defender Straka or Defender Tasaia. The former is my surname, the latter my given name. I received both from my mother, Defender Kiara Straka." She let go of Luke's hand and gave a cute curtsy.

She then turned to her other company. "As a group, the Disciples tend to avoid large scale involvement. Individuals are free to decide as they desire for the good of the people. Large scale efforts tend to revolve around large areas of control under a tyrant or galaxy scale dangers." His comment on assassinations was not without warrant, but it deserved some clarification. Perhaps Jade would be her best ally given their experience as assassins. "I do not assassinate lightly. It is the last course of action in my work. If I cannot change them diplomatically or depose them politically, then I will consider violence. Once I decide assassination is my last resort, I will carry it out surgically and end the tyrant as painlessly as possible. Our desires for tyrant removal seems to be relatively in line."

She let out a purring hmmm as Luke talked about her being there already. "Indeed. I was here a few years ago. Three years of time have passed since my crash landing here. I have gotten my ship repaired and even slightly improved. Of course, the first thing I got working was my sanisteam. A girl has to keep her already soft fur sleek and softer."

Following the seriousness of the previous conversation, Jade opened up a bit and got witty with the Farghul. In response, Tasaia grinned before getting close to the taller woman and pretending to scrutinize Jade. Seemingly satisfied, Tasaia was witty right back, thinking a bit of sultry tones would go well. "Hmmm, as fun as gambling can be, I think a certain redhead would be more fun sat across a Dejarik table, maybe with some strip rules."
Eshima traveled to Chrana by foot, often cutting through places without paths to reduce her journey. Once finally on the final stretch, the gate in sight, the tall woman settled into an amble, making her way to the guards. Before getting within earshot, Eshima pulled a couple twigs and leaves from her hair and adjusted her rifle and mace to leave them a bit more comfortable. Then, she chatted with the guards amiably, getting entrance without a stir. Once inside, the city's hustle and bustle hit her, causing her to almost feel crushed by the weighty commotion. She was used to smaller cities and towns rather than something this metropolitan.

To escape the cluster of entering merchants, wanderers, and citizens, she made her way to the bazaar, not realizing it would increase in volume. It was slightly less chaotic as people filtered about between and along stalls, giving her just enough room to squeeze in the middle. Some people looked up at her in awe given she was over eight feet tall and had a very distinct appearance. A few stared at her in disgust, prompting her to change her gait to more of a swagger, showing them that she didn't care that they disliked her. This swagger continued as she entered and crossed the common area of the guildhall despite the seemingly impossible increase in commotion.

She almost made it to the door without incident, but a couple men accosted her. Both were drunk, and both had weird ideas of her reason for being there. The first slurred words out of their mouths were, "Oy! You sleepin' wit us tonight whether ya wan to or not." With a sigh, she narrowed her eyes at the two men attempting to drag her off for their own pleasure. The first man to grab at her was met with a swift left cross to the nose. A sickening crunch and gushing spray of blood later and the man lay unconscious on the ground. The second man decided to get rougher and clamped onto her arm. She used the opening to grab the extended arm, her free hand grabbing his limp unused arm. With a forceful roar, she swung him bodily, using the nearby wall as a proper place to slam his entire body into. At least three cracks rang out and the hand lost its grip on Eshima's arm. She dropped him into a bloodied heap consisting of drunken pain and more than a few broken bones. She dusted her hands off, then her clothes. "If every guy treats women like that, I won't get bored at least."

The others, even the drunker ones, decided it best to not accost the half-oni after the spectacle. There was a localized hush as a couple of friends of the knocked out men dragged them off, probably to a healer given the damage she inflicted on them. Eshima didn't care what they did with the perverted would be abusers and entered the hall. Inside, she saw a dapper man returning to the counter as some sort of wolfgirl started to talk to him. Eshima smiled and walked up behind the girl, waiting her turn patiently. While she waited, she began to scan the inside of the guildhall, looking for any sign of the job she planned to join.
Kistal may not have formal training, but he had enough fights under his furry belt to work well, even against a few opponents. He levered teh fat man up on his spear and gave a leaping dropkick to the body to launch it at the spearmen. As he fell, he planted the butt of his spear and changed his position to land on one hoof after a twirl down the shaft, his other combining with the blades of his spear to draw a circle in the sand, kicking it up into a cloud as he twisted his body into a graceful turn, causing him to end standing on both hooves after completing a surprisingly sultry dance. The cloud of sand kicked up was infused with magic from his dance, and he launched it over the men threatening him. "Sight has its limits, my ignorant dears..."

The hex, referred to as eyebite, would blind foes for a few seconds as the sand attacked their sight. Kistal immediately launched himself into the air with full force, launching him up and over the shielded warrior behind him. With an agile flip and careful positioning, he made himself fall spear first, aiming to impale the man from behind as he landed.

Chihiro, meanwhile had just stowed her spare spears when Hilde ran by her and complimented her. She didn't have enough time to respond before the woman was attacking the gate. So, the naga got a bit witty and teasing to make herself feel better at not getting a response. "Get your beautiful butt back here so I can thank you properly, Hilde!" She was smiling and giggling softly as she set off to sprint up behind the Varuk woman and wait for the gate to be open. Sure, she could jump the gate, but it would use magic she would prefer not to. She spent the short moment of time to draw her fans and also graze her lips across Hilde's cheek as she sinuously wrapped her body around Hilde's side to end up in front of her, ending the display with a wink.

Jade seemed ready to pounce, so as soon as hostility almost began, the Farghul had her hand on the haft of her saber. The hostility ceased quickly as they were interrupted. Tasaia watched as Luke broke her illusion rather easily. It fit her observations of him being surprisingly strong despite little to no training. After all, even the most untrained could break most things with brute force, especially carefully woven tapestries like illusions.

"Mmmm, let me answer Master Jade's question first. The Disciples offered me entrance once it was clear that I was in line with their mindset. The Jensaarai held nothing for me after the purge, so I isolated myself to meditate and understand who I am. The order is not chaotically designed. In fact, with the exception of the isolation causing ignorance of history, they mostly resemble Jedi. The key differences are ranks, equipment, and mentality about aggression. Every Jedi I have met views aggression as a path to the Dark Side. Some may fall due to it, but a Jensaarai trains diligently to use it without closing in on that point. We temper aggression with discipline. Our sabers are handcrafted, but they are simply our weapon. Our true bond is to our armor. We make it by hand, picking an animal that fights defensively to emulate. Mine is a loth-wolf. They were legendary creatures that were Force-sensitive and guardians of the balance on their world."

She stopped momentarily to settle back into a relaxed position and remove her helmet. "I ceased to fit the mold once the purge took my master. I had just become a Defender, a mix between your Knights and Masters. The Disciple picked up on that and my desire to help and protect. The offer suited me. I left quietly, letting my old order think as they will. I am no traitor, simply someone who fell from the fold. They neglected to make an attempt to quell my grief and misgivings."

She then turned to Hamner, flashing a white grin of sharp teeth. "My, my, all those assumptions. Yes, I am a Farghul, but I have no recollection of the homeworld or even my parents. I was raised by my master, She was a great woman and surprisingly accepting for a human. She told me that the documents seized explained that I was taken by slavers as an infant and kept enslaved and sedated for fourteen years. I remember nothing during that time. My first memory is of a hospital bed and my master asleep on it from fussing over me all night. I believe that is sufficient back story for me."

Her final turn was to approach Luke and take his hand, giving it a light shake. "I highly doubt you would approve of my usual work, so I would rather not get this order into hot water. As you may know, Disciples are known to take down tyrants. I have killed those I cannot depose. I do this to save civilians from harm. It may not reflect well politically. However, I do bring knowledge of many Force abilities, with my specialties being illusions and cloaking as well as barriers and healing. We will see where this goes, Master Luke."
@TheWatchDog

Meanwhile, the illusion they were speaking so calmly about was standing close by, keeping even more stealthy once she knew one of them had noticed something before the conversation. Jade and Hamner then discussed knowing her existence. She should have expected some of them to be able to at detect her despite the sound muffling, mind shielding, light bending, and illusions keeping everyone else, including technological sensors, at bay. The Farghul's brow furrowed slightly underneath that emotionless mask of her helmet. There was nothing more to it but to make an entrance. She did so love making a good entrance when she felt like talking.

So, she focused her powers to have a little fun with the other two. She expanded her illusions and light bending as well as sound muffling to envelop both Jade and Hamner. Once inside the bubble as it were, the other two would experience a seemingly different world. Shadows swirled and obscured anything outside of the immediate area leading to Tasaia, and she herself stood clear as day clad in what appeared to be Sith-inspired battle armor. Her helmet was shaped like that of a loth-wolf with a small, elegant cloak of silver fur covering her neck and shoulders. The eyes of the helmet glowed a soft gold. The armor itself was colored in the same silver shade and sported heavy plating. From the base of her spine to the tip of her tail was covered in thick plating shaped similarly to a fluffy wolf or fox tail. At her right hip sat a long lightsaber handle, sporting an emitter on each end, signalling it as double bladed.

The Disciple of Twilight raised her left hand in hailing, then stepped within a few feet of the two guests to her created realm. The voice that came was obviously female and actually held an interesting combination of a lilting accent and almost a purr to it. "So, you could detect me. Impressive if I do say so myself. After all, the Disciples are some of the strongest illusion weavers and invisibility users in the galaxy. However, I do have a small bone to pick with you, miss. If you had known of my existence and especially of my non-hostility, then you could have spoken to me. It would have ended a long time with only two droids as company." She lowered her hand to one hip as she spoke and looked the two up and down. "As I have felt nothing dark about any here, I imagine you are here to establish some sort of temple. I cannot exactly recommend here. The wildlife has been reeling lately from the ripples emanating from this place. Something feels dark here. That is why I have not come forward yet. None of you are my enemy, but I wished to remain vigilant in case the something here began to seep out."

She turned her head, seeming to look in the general direction of the temple's heart. "I have been here for three years. Nothing good nor bad has come of this place. With so many other Force-sensitives nearby, I can only imagine the darkness will want to break free or exploit that. I can feel small pulses of emotion from it. Pride, arrogance, and hate come forth. If you truly wish to rebuild the Order as you have spoken about during my, as you say, running around, then you will need something more than an assassin, warrior, and naive self-trained Jedi." Tasaia looked back at her guests, the golden glow in the eyes practically blazing but receding back to the warm and soft glow after a second. "So, what say you? Is the assistance of both a Disciple of Twilight and former Jensaarai Defender acceptable?"

To anyone outside of her illusion, Jade and Hamner just seemed to blink out of existence, no noise or traces. Given they were both Force users, it was not exactly uncommon, though the light conversation before disappearing may have caused a stir to any nearby.
Ambrosio held fast as the thralls caused him some trouble, but they were soon vaproized. He nodded to the kid. "I'm your guardian hoplite." He then rushed over to his bardiche and pulled it out before charging the nearest soldier shield first. "Break on me." The statement triggered his power, enveloping his shield in a vibrant red glow as it prepared to funnel impacts back into the aggressor. His shield was aimed at crippling the soldier while his bardiche was held back, ready to stab forward once his quarry was sufficiently disabled.

To Yazzy, he may seem crazy to help some random person, but this was Ambrosio's standard personality. He was calculated and helpful. His strikes and decisions were made not to be a hero or for glory. He simply felt the desire to help others whether or not they ask for it. He was an odd and endangered species among the people trapped within the zone.


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