Dantooine::Cargo Problems

[Darth Sicarius]

Ic as Lest:

Like thunder roared the engines of the strange Man’s ship, almost as if being stuck in a room wear cannons were being fired off every few seconds one could easily go deaf after too much exposure. But if one took the right precautions and managed to keep their mouth open and their ears covered, one would be able to withstand the stomach-churning sound waves. One could ask themselves why give such description of a cargo bay, but the answer is because it was not vacant of life, inside that cold, cluttered room sat Lest. He waited for the engines to deactivate and for the strange man to disappear off of the vessel, Lest had stowed away once again.

He sat on the floor, keeping his head and back off of any sort of metal as to dodge possible liquidation of his brains. Maybe a day later, as he slept on the floor, having keeled over, he awoke in a ship that did not move. The loud thunderclaps had disappeared and now, as far as he could tell, he was alone and locked in the cargo bay. As he stood up he began to walk around, trying to get a better look at the room as to find hope of escape. This man had so far managed to take him to here, but Lest still had no clue who he was and didn’t exactly trust him. As he stopped at the door he saw the keypad that blinked bright red, with a sigh he reached into his pocket and pulled the knife from it. As he pushed it’s small button a shining blade would shoot out. As he began to tinker with it, sparks would shoot out into his face every now and then, sending him against a box or two out of pure surprise.

“Oh come on!”

[Ket Jia]

As Ket returned to his ship, he no longer had guilt weighted upon him. His senses were clear now, he could feel the presence of others to a much higher degree now. As he entered the ship, he knew the young boy had snuck onto his ship, but this was only for the good of the boy. Dantooine was the best place Ket could think to be trained as a jedi. His master Thaed had trained him so well here, he was convinced he would do the same. It wasn't long after his promotion to knight that he found he wanted to train new jedi. He disagreed with many disicions of the jedi, and so he would teach his point of view to the child. The boy being stubborn, would not be greatly influenced by this, but would hopefully see what was right and wrong.

Ket's sandals clunked against the hard mettle floor as he neared the cargo hold. He had just returned from a battle, and thought it was best that he trained the young boy before he himself was killed by the jedi. If he was to make any great contribution to the jedi order, it would be that of a successful apprentice. Coming to the large mettle door or the cargo hold, he reached over to the side where he punched in a few numbers. But to his suprise, the door did not open. It should have opened. Ket let out a heavy sigh as he reached out and took his saber from his belt. Jabing it a bit high above the boy's height, he began to cut a hole in the door.

"Back away from the door!"

[Darth Sicarius]

Lest heard the bellowing voice echo through the door, and for a minute Lest hesitated, wondering if maybe this was a trap of some kind, that he would make the door open and since he would be up against the wall, shoot him to death or have something eat him. With a quick breath, he looked to the left of the door where the sparks fired out of the gaping hole that was formerly the keypad. As quickly as he had spotted it he jumped to the wall and put his back to it. In his fingers he still held the pocket knife, but now his grasp tightened as he held it with both hands, preparing to shove it into any passing form that came through the door.

He felt embarrassed, he knew what this person was: he was a jedi, and yet Lest knew he tainted the air with fear, with petty childish feelings that he should have lost during his times on Taris. Yet he hadn't, even though he had lived on the toughest of basises, he still had fear of a mere man. What was wrong with him?

[Ket Jia]

The great vibrant green blade shot out, and slid easily through the thin door. The mettle casting itself aside as the saber passed through the door. Coming to a completed stop, Ket retracted his saber and returned it to his belt as he looked at the ring in the door. Raising one hand, Ket sent a mild force push at the door with a flick of his hand. The inside of the ring he created gave way to the push, and fell from its resting place. The large mettle circle was almost perfect circle, the heavy mettle plate slamming into the ground. Its weight and impact sent the dust that littered the floor of the cargo hold out everywhere, but mainly blinding the young boy for a short peirod of time. Leaping through he knew the boy was violent from his past encounter, but would change that in training.

"stand down boy!"

[Darth Sicarius]

As the door flew off of it's 'hinges' and the dust storm shot up from the ground around him, he thrusted the knife into the origin of the dusty cloud. Although he would stab a decent sized hole in the cloud, he would not manage to wound the strange man. As fast as he had done this he now stood in the door way a blast of compressed air, the air used to open the door, shot down, clearing the dust with ease. As the dust parted, only building up around Ket, Lest turned around to look at the man who had just torn the door right out of it's hinges. He stared in awe, and now more then ever did he fear the jedi. If the jedi had gone to such legnths to open the door, imagine how far he would go to get an answer out of Lest.

Out of pure instinct, Lest began to walk backwards with the knife in his right hand, pointing it and the man. With an expression of shock on his face, he tried to keep himself in one piece, but a dead give away of his terror was his hand: He couldn't keep it still, he was so scared that his nerves were on edge, they wouldn't let him stop shaking. After maybe 3 steps he bumped in the wall and slid to a sitting position, covering his head with his arms and letting the knife slide to the ground.

"Don't hurt me!"

[Ket Jia]

As the boy jabbed, Ket did nothing to move as the knife hit nothing but dust and air. His actions be have seemed over the top in opening the door, but because the young boy had fidled with the opening, he must have disconnected a wire. The door would not be able to open, and so the young boy would be trapped inside the cargo bay for who knows how long. In reality he was doing the boy a favor the boy, even though his confusion had twisted his logic.

Stepping through, Ket could not see for a moment in the dust, but did not need to. He knew where the boy was, as he could feel the fear emitting from him. Few men are born brave, but with disicplen they learn to become it. Learning was a big thing to Ket, and would teach as best he could. Looking down at the boy, he shook his head as the boy needed not to fear him, nor should he let his emotions drive him. That would lead to the dark side, but then again... He was greatly influenced by a dark lord. But as he began to approach, he stepped back as he realized the boy did not underfstand.

"Why are you scared?"

[Darth Sicarius]

Lest heard the Jedi out, still rolled up in a protective ball against the wall he peeked out for miliseconds at a time, trying to see the movements of the stranger. As he saw that the man stopped, he realized something. He felt even more embarrassed, because he was afraid of the equivalent of a crazed daisy. This person wasn't even there to hurt him, his aura shined of light and of gentleness, and most of all he felt audacious, slightly arrogant. Why did he try to help Lest? What did he see in him that was enough to make him ask him question after question and help him time after time? Maybe Lest would be able to ask a few questions now.

As he lowered his arms and pushed his legs against the ground, he lifted his body up and dragged his back up the wall. Although extremely cautious, he kept a very good grip of the force in mind.

"Wh-Who are you? Why are you trying to help me?"

[Ket Jia]

Ket took a very deep breath as he inhaled, then exhaled. He had made progress with the boy in their relationship, but still the boy help up his guard not surprisingly. A small smile streched across his face as he came eye to eye with the boy. His arms dangled freely at his side, looking almost limp. Turning he walked gracefully toward the other end of the cargo hold as he prepared to have a conversation with the boy. Reaching a small corner he lowered himself gently to the ground, and sat cross legged while he used the back of the wall to support his back. He looked much more relaxed now, and he hoped he would be able to have the boy see his intentions.

"I am jedi knight Ket Jia. I wish to teach you about the force, but first off, I wish to help you learn life. This may sound forward and bold, but your vision is distorted. Will you let me teach you?"

[Darth Sicarius]

"Don't you get it! The Jedi are the people who ruined my life in the first place! My brother Tashto is a jedi master, and he abanonded Nehr'n Me. He left for almost a year and ignored out existance. When I finally left that camp, I got to Taris to look for him, to tell him of my new found friends. But The jedi Captured me and locked in a cell for a year and a half, the last month of which they didn't feed me! The Jedi are the scum, not the Sith!"

As he said this he took a few steps forward, almost yelling out these words he was filling himself with anger and with other emotions. He couldn't control himself, maybe his rare training from Orphen was actually doing some good. As he let his anger out, he let the force course through his hand, making a whip lash movement on the switch blade which would bring it to his left hand. Many of the Jedi that passed by his cell once said he was crazy, that befrending sith was bad enough and that he should spend the rest of his life there, others didn't even notice him. They held their chins higher than their foreheads and went on playing god in the galaxy. They Deserved to be locked up.

[Ket Jia]

Ket layed down an emotionless face to greet the attacking voice. He wondered if the sith liked to not be able to control themselves. Run rampant through the galaxy without any ability to stop themselves. One might call it barbaric, as civil structure was scares in the sith. Desire, Anger, and sadness were the three emotions that Ket knew would lead to the dark side of the force, having them not be controlled. Each emotion could have its uses, but if not properly controlled would lead to where one would never be able to get out. Each tricked the mind, mental power was everything. This boy had all three misused causing chaos in his mind. Desire for power to kill his brother, anger for his brother, sadness because of abandonment.

"Do you enjoy not being able to control yourself? Do not mistake my intentions. I do not agree with every desicion the council makes, and some jedi are corrupt. But as you see the errors in the jedi, you do not see what the sith do. They kill for pleasure... They inflict harm on inocent people like yourself. Playing tricks on the mind. Clear your thoughts and you will understand."

[Darth Sicarius]

"You lie! Orphen saved me from dieing at the age of 9! If it wasn't for him and the sith I wouldn't even live to speak with you right now."

As he said this he began to breath broken breaths that were exhaled and inhaled in less then a second, a sign of hyperventilation. As he began to breath faster and faster he angrier he began to look, to feel. He pondered the words of the Jedi... Playing tricks on the Mind, Could it be true? Could Orphen had only been playing with Lest to get a laugh out of him?

Why did Lest defend Orphen? It was Orphen that let him rot in that Enclave cell, it was Orphen that ignored him for so long that Lest began to feel reality slipping away from his grasp. As he thought, he saw how every time it seemed more evident that the Sith were playing a joke on him.

"No!", he yelled at the top of his lungs. As soon as he screamed his objection to the truth, he fell to his knees, tears beggining to build up under his eyes.

[Ket Jia]

Ket's heart sunk as he saw the boy realize the truth. It would be hard to accept, but he would need to in order to live a happy life. Closing Ket's eyes he simply starred back at the boy, knowing he would eventually figure out the truth and leave the past as the past. Lifting himself from the ground, Ket walked gracefully and carefully toward the boy. He knew the boy was still armed, but trusted he wouldn't be attacked as he reached out slowly with his right hand. Rough tan skin emerged from the sleeve of the cloak as he gently rested it on the crying boy's shoulder. A feeling of warmth dispersed from his hand, and began to circulate through the boy.

"I will not abandon you against my will as long as I teach you, will you accept my offer?"

[Darth Sicarius]

"Yes... Please... Help me," he pleaded through a feeble voice that was cloaked by sobs.

Maybe now he could actually live happily, maybe now he would manage to live with pride and not in misery. Maybe now he would be free.

[Ket Jia]

(Just Checkin to see if my signiture will work)

[Ket Jia]