MEETINGS IN THE BLACK
In Which Senya Quillian, Former Jedi Sentinal steals a ship and meets Azdaon Kienaan for the first time.
Author Note: Thanks to kenmadragon for his contribution to Azdaon's dialog and plot refinement and thanks to catsi563 for letting me play and for his contributions to story refinement....
She hated the Hutts. It was official. Blast it to the seven Correllian hells, she had made a life for herself on Makeb, setting herself up as a private investigator chasing down cheating wives, welching business partners and philandering husbands. She kept her head down, didn't draw attention to herself by flashy force use and generally would have been happy in her retirement.
Sure, it was easy work for a former Jedi Sentinel, but hells bells on a Verpine antenna, nothing lasts forever. And sure enough, somehow or another some sithspit spy probably recognized her and sold her out to the Hutts and the greedy slugs thought they could capitalize on selling a live Jedi to the highest bidder.
Not hardly. She snorted. Damned idiots.
Jedi were notoriously hard to kill and harder enough to capture by non-force users. Still, she didn't fancy a potential fire-fight in the middle of everything and possibly getting herself captured or killed, which would be very unpleasant indeed. Especially if the highest bidders were Sith or Emperial personel. So she had to make a very quick getaway.
Luckily enough, she had gotten wind of the capture attempt at a cantina, where she spotted a passed out smuggler known for working for both the Sith and the Hutts. So with a song in her heart and a smile on her face, she stole the pass codes to his ship and slipped off the planet before anyone knew she was gone. Fancy that now. She sighed as she looked at her new surroundings.
"What a farking piece of bantha poodoo this ship is." she muttered as she leaned back, after the ship jumped to hyperspace, making it's way to more civilized (and less Hutt controlled) worlds. "Well, let's make the best of it and figure out what I have to work with," she said out loud to no one in particular (since there wasn't anyone around to talk to in any case).
She unbuckled the restraints to her chair and leaned back, letting go of tension as she tried to figure out what she was going to do next.
Senya frowned as she felt it. A flicker, a disturbance in the otherwise smooth flow of the force around her. The former Jedi got up, switching on her light saber, years of war honing a survival instinct that few could match, unless of course you had gone through some of the same things. The yellow blade hissed to life as she scanned the cock-pit, but finding nothing, she got up and cautiously explored the rat-trap ship.
"Okay...." she said out loud. "Whoever you are, whatever you are, show yourself. I know you are there. Come out, come out..." she called out. "I won't hurt you if you won't hurt me." she said, poking her head into the cargo-hold. The flicker grew stronger as she entered the cargo hold, it looked empty, oh yes indeed. But looks could be very deceiving. She suddenly swung her blade towards a seemingly empty bit of space and another blade met hers, the air shimmering, revealing a young man with yellow eyes.
"Sith-spit bastard!" Senya snarled, immediately recognizing the outward mark of one steeped in the dark-side.
"Aaggh!" Azdaon cried out as the lightsaber flashed by him. The Force quickly rushed to his fingertips, and managed to draw and ignite his own lightsaber to catch Senya's lightsaber before it took his head off.
Though it was dark, the light of the saber's was enough to allow the former Jedi to notice the glow of Azdaon's eyes. At her retort, Azdaon internally swore, and ducked away, moving the lightsaber away in a noncombative manner."Wait!" he called out. "I'm not a Sith! Please, listen to me!"
The woman caught herself before launching another swipe with her saber at the dirty son of a mangy murglak. "You have one minute to talk before I take your head and dump it and the rest of your remains out of the air-lock," she said dryly. "And it better not include, join me, serve the dark side and all of that bantha poo-doo garbage you lot favor." she smirked. "It's been done before. It didn't work then, it won't work now."
"What?" Azdaon stammered out, a bit bewildered by the hostility from the Jedi. He had certainly not expected her on this ship. He thought it was some smuggler about to go off world. Azdaon could easily overpower a smuggler, but a Jedi?!? What was going on?
"I'm just a stowaway! I'm not a Sith! My ship was destroyed when Hutts were looking for a Jedi, and I was stowing away so I could get off Makeb! I am not a Sith, and I have no idea whose 'lot' I belong to and what they would favor, and it would certainly not be pleasant to be dumped out an air lock!" he said quickly, a little excitable and on edge from the hostility of the woman towards him.
The woman studied him for a long moment, peering at him through the darkness, the force flowing freely from her and reaching out towards him, touching and testing him. "You were once," she said, relaxing a little and moving to a less hostile stance as images flicked past her, a bloody battle between two sith lords, Azdoan killing one, running, casting off his Sith heritage, helping the jedi and doing his best to atone for his horrid past.
"You're eyes betray you as being heavily touched by the dark-side, it corrupts a practioner physically, depending on how deeply steeped you are in it and you well know that." she cocked her head, looking at him and for one long moment, the man's life hung in the balance of what she saw.
"You've come along way since then. Your aura should be black given how badly you've been marked physically. It's gray now. I'm impressed." there was a hint of genuine wonder in her voice as she studied the young man's presence in the force.
She couldn't honestly condemn him for his past actions at least, what little she saw from the imprints left in the force. He had been trained to react that way, but what was truly amazing, was that he realized it was wrong. He cast it off, and was honestly repulsed by it. With one smooth movement her saber was deactivated at her belt once more and she rocked back on her feet, looking at him in puzzlement.
"I'm the Jedi they were looking for." she shook her head. "Well former Jedi at any rate. I left the order five years ago." she held out her hand and with a negligent wave of her other hand, activated the lights in the hold, illuminating it so they could both see clearly.
The woman, was on the early stages of middle age, around forty years old if he judged correctly with flaming red hair and hazel eyes. She was attractive, dressed in brown and black leathers and sporting two sabers instead of the usual one. She felt him testing her own relative strength and smirked a little as he paled slightly.
She might not be a Jedi anymore, but she figured she was around master-rank. Just not lily-white anymore. Senya thought a little regretfully. Her own aura was light gray, shot through with old pain from witnessing too many horrors and going through as much. The young man was fairly handsome in his own right, with dark brown, nearly black hair, aristocratic features and those startling gold eyes. If she was any younger and fresh out of the Enclave, he'd probably be able to charm her pants off. Literally. She snorted to herself. Good thing that was a hell of a long time ago.
"Name's Senya Quillian, sorry for the hostility. I've not exactly had good experiences with the Sith." she said dryly. "I hope you can forgive my reaction." She leaned against the door as the boy, no young man snuffed his own light-saber and hooked it on his belt.
"So, looks like we're stuck with each other for the time being, at least until we can get to someplace more civilized. Want to help me look through this pile of poo-doo and see what we have to work with?" Senya looked at him quizzically. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Azdaon Kienaan," he looked perplexed at her. "So you're not going to take my head?"
"Nope." Senya grumbled something to herself, something about hating farking destiny. "So. You don't have a ship, I can't run this hunk of junk by myself. Whaddya say?"
"Partners?" he asked as they moved through the ship to the dining area.
"Yeah. I like the irony, don't you? Former Jedi and former Sith..."
"Hey, I left!" Azdaon protested.
"So you did," she grinned a little, but it was lopsided. "And now we're not. Opens up a whole new world, doesn't it?"
"I guess so," Azdaon answered her grin with one of his own.
"Let's discuss the particulars over lunch, shall we?" Senya offered, wincing a little as she took in the mess of the dining area. Obviously, the previous owner had little cleaning skills. "Right after we fumigate," she amended....
And from there, a rather odd partnership was formed, one bound by a complete disregard of authority and the ability to overcome the most insane odds, in the most unusual of ways... And above all, profit from them.
In Which Senya Quillian, Former Jedi Sentinal steals a ship and meets Azdaon Kienaan for the first time.
Author Note: Thanks to kenmadragon for his contribution to Azdaon's dialog and plot refinement and thanks to catsi563 for letting me play and for his contributions to story refinement....
She hated the Hutts. It was official. Blast it to the seven Correllian hells, she had made a life for herself on Makeb, setting herself up as a private investigator chasing down cheating wives, welching business partners and philandering husbands. She kept her head down, didn't draw attention to herself by flashy force use and generally would have been happy in her retirement.
Sure, it was easy work for a former Jedi Sentinel, but hells bells on a Verpine antenna, nothing lasts forever. And sure enough, somehow or another some sithspit spy probably recognized her and sold her out to the Hutts and the greedy slugs thought they could capitalize on selling a live Jedi to the highest bidder.
Not hardly. She snorted. Damned idiots.
Jedi were notoriously hard to kill and harder enough to capture by non-force users. Still, she didn't fancy a potential fire-fight in the middle of everything and possibly getting herself captured or killed, which would be very unpleasant indeed. Especially if the highest bidders were Sith or Emperial personel. So she had to make a very quick getaway.
Luckily enough, she had gotten wind of the capture attempt at a cantina, where she spotted a passed out smuggler known for working for both the Sith and the Hutts. So with a song in her heart and a smile on her face, she stole the pass codes to his ship and slipped off the planet before anyone knew she was gone. Fancy that now. She sighed as she looked at her new surroundings.
"What a farking piece of bantha poodoo this ship is." she muttered as she leaned back, after the ship jumped to hyperspace, making it's way to more civilized (and less Hutt controlled) worlds. "Well, let's make the best of it and figure out what I have to work with," she said out loud to no one in particular (since there wasn't anyone around to talk to in any case).
She unbuckled the restraints to her chair and leaned back, letting go of tension as she tried to figure out what she was going to do next.
Senya frowned as she felt it. A flicker, a disturbance in the otherwise smooth flow of the force around her. The former Jedi got up, switching on her light saber, years of war honing a survival instinct that few could match, unless of course you had gone through some of the same things. The yellow blade hissed to life as she scanned the cock-pit, but finding nothing, she got up and cautiously explored the rat-trap ship.
"Okay...." she said out loud. "Whoever you are, whatever you are, show yourself. I know you are there. Come out, come out..." she called out. "I won't hurt you if you won't hurt me." she said, poking her head into the cargo-hold. The flicker grew stronger as she entered the cargo hold, it looked empty, oh yes indeed. But looks could be very deceiving. She suddenly swung her blade towards a seemingly empty bit of space and another blade met hers, the air shimmering, revealing a young man with yellow eyes.
"Sith-spit bastard!" Senya snarled, immediately recognizing the outward mark of one steeped in the dark-side.
"Aaggh!" Azdaon cried out as the lightsaber flashed by him. The Force quickly rushed to his fingertips, and managed to draw and ignite his own lightsaber to catch Senya's lightsaber before it took his head off.
Though it was dark, the light of the saber's was enough to allow the former Jedi to notice the glow of Azdaon's eyes. At her retort, Azdaon internally swore, and ducked away, moving the lightsaber away in a noncombative manner."Wait!" he called out. "I'm not a Sith! Please, listen to me!"
The woman caught herself before launching another swipe with her saber at the dirty son of a mangy murglak. "You have one minute to talk before I take your head and dump it and the rest of your remains out of the air-lock," she said dryly. "And it better not include, join me, serve the dark side and all of that bantha poo-doo garbage you lot favor." she smirked. "It's been done before. It didn't work then, it won't work now."
"What?" Azdaon stammered out, a bit bewildered by the hostility from the Jedi. He had certainly not expected her on this ship. He thought it was some smuggler about to go off world. Azdaon could easily overpower a smuggler, but a Jedi?!? What was going on?
"I'm just a stowaway! I'm not a Sith! My ship was destroyed when Hutts were looking for a Jedi, and I was stowing away so I could get off Makeb! I am not a Sith, and I have no idea whose 'lot' I belong to and what they would favor, and it would certainly not be pleasant to be dumped out an air lock!" he said quickly, a little excitable and on edge from the hostility of the woman towards him.
The woman studied him for a long moment, peering at him through the darkness, the force flowing freely from her and reaching out towards him, touching and testing him. "You were once," she said, relaxing a little and moving to a less hostile stance as images flicked past her, a bloody battle between two sith lords, Azdoan killing one, running, casting off his Sith heritage, helping the jedi and doing his best to atone for his horrid past.
"You're eyes betray you as being heavily touched by the dark-side, it corrupts a practioner physically, depending on how deeply steeped you are in it and you well know that." she cocked her head, looking at him and for one long moment, the man's life hung in the balance of what she saw.
"You've come along way since then. Your aura should be black given how badly you've been marked physically. It's gray now. I'm impressed." there was a hint of genuine wonder in her voice as she studied the young man's presence in the force.
She couldn't honestly condemn him for his past actions at least, what little she saw from the imprints left in the force. He had been trained to react that way, but what was truly amazing, was that he realized it was wrong. He cast it off, and was honestly repulsed by it. With one smooth movement her saber was deactivated at her belt once more and she rocked back on her feet, looking at him in puzzlement.
"I'm the Jedi they were looking for." she shook her head. "Well former Jedi at any rate. I left the order five years ago." she held out her hand and with a negligent wave of her other hand, activated the lights in the hold, illuminating it so they could both see clearly.
The woman, was on the early stages of middle age, around forty years old if he judged correctly with flaming red hair and hazel eyes. She was attractive, dressed in brown and black leathers and sporting two sabers instead of the usual one. She felt him testing her own relative strength and smirked a little as he paled slightly.
She might not be a Jedi anymore, but she figured she was around master-rank. Just not lily-white anymore. Senya thought a little regretfully. Her own aura was light gray, shot through with old pain from witnessing too many horrors and going through as much. The young man was fairly handsome in his own right, with dark brown, nearly black hair, aristocratic features and those startling gold eyes. If she was any younger and fresh out of the Enclave, he'd probably be able to charm her pants off. Literally. She snorted to herself. Good thing that was a hell of a long time ago.
"Name's Senya Quillian, sorry for the hostility. I've not exactly had good experiences with the Sith." she said dryly. "I hope you can forgive my reaction." She leaned against the door as the boy, no young man snuffed his own light-saber and hooked it on his belt.
"So, looks like we're stuck with each other for the time being, at least until we can get to someplace more civilized. Want to help me look through this pile of poo-doo and see what we have to work with?" Senya looked at him quizzically. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Azdaon Kienaan," he looked perplexed at her. "So you're not going to take my head?"
"Nope." Senya grumbled something to herself, something about hating farking destiny. "So. You don't have a ship, I can't run this hunk of junk by myself. Whaddya say?"
"Partners?" he asked as they moved through the ship to the dining area.
"Yeah. I like the irony, don't you? Former Jedi and former Sith..."
"Hey, I left!" Azdaon protested.
"So you did," she grinned a little, but it was lopsided. "And now we're not. Opens up a whole new world, doesn't it?"
"I guess so," Azdaon answered her grin with one of his own.
"Let's discuss the particulars over lunch, shall we?" Senya offered, wincing a little as she took in the mess of the dining area. Obviously, the previous owner had little cleaning skills. "Right after we fumigate," she amended....
And from there, a rather odd partnership was formed, one bound by a complete disregard of authority and the ability to overcome the most insane odds, in the most unusual of ways... And above all, profit from them.
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