Galidraan; Beginnings and Endings

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The explosion of the grenade happened sooner than she predicted and before she could get safely away. The impact ring of the detonation caught her off balance propelling her forwards, hands instinctively stretched out before her to break her fall. Regardless of the attempt her arms didn't catch her as she hoped, bent releasing herself helplessly to the forward motion and ended up hitting her face harshly against the snow and debri covered ground. Wincing in pain her senses scattered, hearing muffled, sight wavering, and slightly disoriented from the blast Amania on her stomache against the ground instinctively pushed herself up on her forearms and scrambled forwards for cover behind a thicker tree accompanied by a small boulder. The young padawan was in no shape to fight at this very second, pressing her back to the rock was relieved when Cryo made his appearance.
Shrieks of the Mandalore that sailed into his own comrades mines, accompanied by the frantic pulling of a blaster trigger, ended abruptly with the explosion that followed. The unnerving throb through the Force hit Amania later than it would a more trained Jedi, sorrow seeped into her mind at the suffering that was taking place not too very far away, she knew Master Ryl was there, able to sense at least that much detail for the moment. Shaking her head she did whatever she could to regain her senses that were scattered by the impact of the explosion, ears still ringing picked up sounds of anguish as each the Mandalorian and Cryo exchanged hits, vision still blurry she peered from behind the tree trunk, breath heaving in her chest in a slow rise of panic as she witnessed a harsh blow Cryo took a blaster shot to his upper torso. Here she was cowering behind this tree like a child, some Jedi she was turning out to be, no she wasn't going to be affraid anymore.
Rage seeped into her mind, beyond her control thoughts of inadequecy fueled this anger, 'What good are these warriors, these Mandalores.' she thought to herself, lacing her mental words with such sudden absolute disgust for the race. Opening her mind she channeled the Force to her senses willing herself her composure back, the taunting edge of power raged at her fingertips tingling the air around her. Vision and hearing returned in a rush, to a point Amania believed they were enhanced although they were not. Gliding from behind the rock she weaved herself confidently through the varied trees to return to the crash of their ship and the half crush warrior. Staring ahead Amania's brows pulled down into an angry 'V' shape between her green eyes, conviction owned her mind as she extended that tingle of the Force to the shrapnel that had previously crushed half the warrior Banon. Tilting up the shrapnel on end she just barely lifted the weight off the body of the Mandalorian now letting it angle slowly towards the Warriors head. If she released the chunk of ship it would crush the almost helpless dying Banon, finishing him off, her brain ached with the pull of her training against her want for the end of all this war, and somehow Amania was convinced killing them all would be the only way to solve this problem, there could be no chance this warrior should be able to call for help. Cryo was injured, he was a priority, this warrior was another threat was how it played out in her mind.
Another explosion broke her concentration letting gravity have it's way with the chunk of metal she rushed back into the line of trees towards the smokey spot of Cryo's battle. He lay back to a tree trunk riddled with chunks and pieces of propelled debri that scattered from the explosion, dropping to a knee the air around Amania still thrummed as she'd never cut off the open release of the Force. In a slightly frantic stammer she spoke," C..Cryo! Come on stay awake..stay awake.." speaking to him as she ran her hand just over his torso not touching him, glance shifting rapidly from the visible wounds to his face she asked," Cryo..tell me where it hurts the most..I'll try to slow the bleeding.". Having no previous real experience at healing anything she didn't know what she could do to help, the Force wouldn't help her now. Tearing at her sleeve she managed to rip free a section of cloth from her slightly tattered robes, intending to use it to put pressure against his worst wounds to help him stop bleeding, at this rate he would be beyond her help with it being so cold out and the blood loss a threat of hypotherma was evident.

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He could feel Amania's presence not far away and he could feel her rage. Hopefully his non-Jedi tactics earlier weren't influencing her to fall. Taking in a raspy breath he reached down and yanked the vibroblade freem from his right arm and dropped it next to him in the snow. Glancing to the side he saw his lightsabers that he dropped when his body made contact with the tree. Using the Force he pulled them over and reattached them and set the double bladed lightsaber in across his legs, feeling better with it in his possession. Cryo wasn't stupid he knew that he was hurt, possibly dying. It was getting harder to keep his eyes open and he rested his head back on the tree.

Amania's voice brough him back for the moment and he raised his head up to look at her with a slight grin. "Helluva a predicament eh?" He started to laugh quietyly and then a cough racked his muscular body and he spit blood out into the snow around him. "The blasters wounds are cauterized and not the problem right now, neither is the gash on my right arm, cybernetic. The real problem would seem to be the fucking Mandalorian armor that is shrapneled into most of my body." Having rid himself of his jacket earlier he wished he had it back now, the blast had removed most of what was covering his torso, his clothes were shreeded rags and he was covered in blood and starting to get cold. His skin was starting to pale as the blood leaked from his wounds.[/url]

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Imminently death hovered over the scene, the cold chill in the air more than usual as realization made itself aware. Drawing in a frigid breath she looked over the tattered form of Cryo, blood soaking in a pinkish red puddle of slush around his immobilized body. Hearing him speak made her smile as she replied," Yea you definately got yourself in a mess this time Cryo. We have to get you warmed up here." Peeling the top layer of her robes off she draped them over Cryo's body, kinling surrounded the area with the destruction done to the trees during the fighting and crash. " I'm going to make a fire, get you warmer and some of this Mandalorian junk pulled out of your flesh so we can stop the bleeding. I think we still have one more rebel for company.", as she spoke she stooped and plucked sticks stacking them against her forearm. In hopes to keep Cryo alert till she could get him warm, she spoke softly to him as she finished gathering enough wood to start a small fire, " I suppose he'll make himself known if he isn't too badly injured. I lost track of everything when that grenade went off.".

Continueing her babbling she used the side of her foot to sweep some of the snow aside so she could set up the fire. Tree shrapnel already ablaze from the explosion she easily found a piece to ignite the sticks she coned for the fire. It with work to keep the wood lit being still fresh and slightly moist from the snow, she'd managed to find bigger pieces of bark and already charred dried timber, the cone slowly lit it's way to the peak with flames. Returning to Cryo's side she pulled away her robes to look at his form to start removing the chunks of armour from his body, first though using the little heat available by the freshly sparked and burning kinling to warm her robes. Draping the warmed robes over his lap she knelt down and looked over the task at hand. " We have a fire now. It's still getting going, but there is a little warmth. We are going to need to get you patched up and start moving, it won't take long for someone to notice this smoke, and we aren't exactly in the safest area.", eyes roaming over the wounds she carefully picked the smaller pieces from his body kind of conditioning him for the much more harsh pain the larger sections would cause being extracted. After pulling each chunk out she dabbed gently at the area soaking up the majority of the blood, shifting the robes as she worked she tried to keep him under the warmth of the cloth.

Through the Force she felt the presence of several Jedi in one area, she wasn't sure if she should call for help or not. The hint of her anguish and confusion leaked from her control lacing through the Force, she knew would be heard by whoever may be open to the Force the moment she had the thought. Embarrassed by her weakness she concentrated solely on repairing this fellow Jedi.

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Ryl looked across from him at the empty seats on the Spartan of it's 16 possible passengers there were but him and 2 others. Another Knight and a now 'orphaned' Padawan. None made much for conversation.

He struggled to recall the Padawan's name. He knew the Knight well enough few shared words beyond normal greetings and idle chatter. He felt he should be speaking; offering encouraging words and a job well done yet found the words beyond him. As if on que reading his thoughts the Togruta Jedi Knight offered a slight smile then stood weaving her way over to settle down next to the young padawan a human perhaps no more then fifteen years of age an arm draping across knobby shoulders as he was drawn into the woman's chest.

The Kiffar forced himself to look away to stare at the Consular-class space cruisers floor as it slowed and began to descend. He closed his eyes briefly and knew where they were; standing upright he made way towards the hatch letting it open as vacuum tried to suck him out with a chilled grip of wind. His robe and undershirt flapped about the weather seeming not to affect his battered form as the ship hovered there from his vantage point he could see the wreckage of forest and landscape.

Two visible familiar figures surrounded by the three remaining Galidraan soldiers stood in a man-made clearing of ruin. Obviously recent.

" Board. We head back to Coruscant. Bring Cryo quickly." He informed them with simple one way telepathic transmission. Short sentence easy enough to manage even as drained as he was. He swept the terrain again the Mandalorians had fought well enough from the looks of what he could count they killed and injured more then double their number. Something any warrior, Jedi or not would respect. The ship stayed at it's current elevation as Ryl pulled himself away from the opening the woman's voice questioning in a surprisingly husky tone. " Are they alright? "

" They're alive from the looks of it. Sjame is in need of healing. Bout that one? "

He tipped his head towards the padawan who was apparently asleep.

" He will be fine. I shall take him as my padawan should the Council allow such. It would do the both of us well. " She said as she covered the youth in his own robes her head tipping down to stare at the extra lightsaber she held in her hands. Glancing at the other Knight wondering how he could be so nonchalant about the well being of his padawan and what she had heard was his cousin. Closing her eyes to feel through the force just to see of their status.

" That one seems to be dying... "

" Yes... he perhaps is. We will do what we can for him when he's brought onboard. "

The Togruta woman nodded slowly her head turning to the side to stare off past the ships walls absorbing herself in her own thoughts.

A loss of words again ensued. The Jedi found himself staring down at the floor once more; his mind scattered and drifting from small bit of half coherent thought to the next void of emotion and any real sense of time he simply awaited the arrival of Amania and Cryo so they could depart Galidraan and return to the Temple.

" Darker times ahead... " He whispered; Master Yoda's voice seeming to overlap his own as he repeated the man's words outloud.

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Tending Cryo's injuries she kept him warm by heating the robes she draped over him, managing to slow some of the bleeding wounds that gaped open, now free of the shards of armour. Amania hadn't had enough time into the task to finish pulling out all the shrapnel, when the hum of a ship grew louder as it approached. By the looks of Consular-class ship it was a friendly one, a smile crossed her lips she'd feared they'd have to trek this snowy tree littered tundra to find them.

The padawan's thought that there was only one remaining rebel, had proved itself wrong when the three that still lived gathered around the fire and scene, only but a few minutes ago. One of the Galidraans without need for a command fed the small fire keeping it hot, while one of the others held the robes to warm them as she tried to help Cryo. The third Rebel walked around the area sizing up the remanents of the fight, and keeping an eye out for possible unwanted company of more warriors. At this point Amania wouldn't hesitate, she'd kill any Mandalore. After witnessing what had just transpired in this turmoil of destruction, Amania had come to the realization the only way to survive against these Warriors was to kill them before they had a chance to kill you.

Even with the help, Cryo was still fading fast. Looking rather grim of a situation, the subtle tug through the Force of Master Ryl's voice brought a sense of relief and urgency. Amania not always so sure of herself in such dire situations found solace in her Master's presence. She knew Ryl wouldn't be pleased if he'd been able to sense the cowardice style she'd ended the already dying Mandalorian's life with. His scorn would be something Amania really wasn't prepared to deal with, but would most likely have to. Scanning over Cryo's body she sized up the best way to get him off the ground and into the ship which still hovered in the air above them. Ryl's form perched at the hatch was what she saw as Amania shifted her glance from Cryo to the ship.

A soft whisper met her lips as she leaned in towards Cryo," Our ride is here, we have to get you up and aboard. Can you move?". Not prepared to actually wait for the answer, she looked towards the Galidraan tending the fire, " Snuff out the fire. I will get Cryo aboard you just get your men together. We must return to Coruscant immediately.". Taking a final moment to survery her surroundings, Amania braced herself to assist Cryo's weight to the ship, an arm under his good shoulder and entwined around his upper back. "You ready?", she asked briefly not awaiting an answer as she let trickle a small amount of the Force, fully prepared to use it to help lift the man's weight.

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Perhaps he was dying, but somewhere in between consciousness and unconsciousness is where his mind settled for the moment. He was aware of Amania speaking and perhaps that what was keeping him awake now, but he if he didn’t get help soon he knew he was going to die and he wasn’t scared. Death was only the beginning. As hurt as he was he could still feel the deaths of people and he could feel the anguish and confusion that Amania was feeling at the moment, but he kept silent. What could he tell her? It wasn’t his place to explain the actions of the council and what they were doing here, he was simply the cleanup crew. Even though he was the one that needed cleaned up. He had killed four Mandalorians in combat, no simple task, but they had messed him up too.

The warm robes felt good and he let his mind drift as Amania went to work on the difficult task of pulling out the shrapnel that riddled his body. Cryo could feel Ryl’s approach and felt a small tinge of guilt at his rage laced actions of earlier, but it was either them or him. They had been through a lot together and he knew if he survived now that everything would be different back in Coruscant. There was only so many times he could give into the Dark side of the Force before they would they would strip him of being a Jedi. Maybe it was true, maybe he wasn’t really a Jedi. It was obvious that he was doing a poor job at the occupation and he was still trying not to fall further then he already was, but it seemed as of late every time he went on a mission for the council they just all seemed more ridiculous, more dangerous, and resulting in more death.

Sighing as he tried to help Amania lift his body up he looked up at the hovering ship and at his cousin flashing a weak smile. “Hey Ryl did you know that a proximity mine detonated in the hand of an armored Mandalorian makes for one helluva shrapnel grenade?” Chuckling softly a spasm of pain racked his body as he coughed and spit another wad of blood into the snow. Somehow managing to climb into the ship took whatever reserves of strength he had left and he finally collapsed and started to slide into darkness.

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" Good you two are safe. " Ryl said as Amania and Cryo were placed on board secured safely into a seat Cryo was laid out. The Togruta Ulla Ting laid hands upon the young Kiffar and began accessing the Force allowing it to help aid her in advancing his healing rate.

Ryl's arms folded over his chest as he frowned watching Ulla glancing over at him before he nodded no words needing spoken for what they were both aware of. She could feel it through healing him and the slight bond it formed; Ryl could feel it simply by the natural connection he and Cryo Sjame had formed in their time around one another these years.

A frown formed and his gaze shifted from the wounded warrior to rest on Amania opening himself to the Force he searched her. " In you as well? " A sigh released from him as his head lowered hair forming around his face to conceal his sudden change in coloration.

" What happened down there? " Ulla Ting asked not far from her the newly masterless Jedi padawan who was with her and the Jedi Mevek earlier still lay asleep.

Ryl stayed silent from this point on. He could sense the Dark side had planted it's seed already in Amania; she had allowed it and it would only grow further. Whatever actions she had done to invite such would not go unnoticed. The Council's vision was even greater than his own they would see into her and into Cryo.

Sjame would be blamed and in turn Ryl would have to take responsibility.

Enroute to Coruscant the Spartan made course transporting five Jedi in seats that once sixteen had sat. Leaving behind Galidraan the last stand of Jango Fett's True Mandalorians and the beginning of several Jedi's descent numbered among them Jedi Padawan Komari Vosa, Jedi Master Dooku and possibly Amania Roule and Cryo Sjame.

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Lifting Cryo from the pool of red slush and mud that had formed around him, keeping the Force fresh in her mind need she use it to keep from losing her handle on Cryo's weight. Her robes that had warmed him now draped over her shoulder. Hastily yet with caution she helped him aboard the cruiser, with Ryl's assistance managed to get Cryo's form into a seat and secured, before she herself sank into a nearby seat. During the process peripheral vison would catch the presence of two others on the ship, that the Force's tingle previously made her aware of. Not until she no longer supporting Cryo's weight did she take the time to nod her head giving a proper greeting to the Togrutan Jedi, who was now trying to help heal the wounds she had rid of shrapnel.

Gaze meeting Master Ryl's momentarily, at least long enough to see his reaction, his words lanced through Amania's stoic silence bringing to her mind a boggle of more confusing emotions. Regret, sorrow, and embarassment rushed in on her so rapidly, Amania had to turn away to stare at the opposite cruiser's interior wall. Bombarded in her mind, she welled it up, biting her lower lip as she glared ahead at nothing. Both Master Ryl and Ulla had asked her questions, both times kept she'd kept silent the hesitation made the air grow thick along with the scent of blood that loomed. Drawing in a cool composing breath Amania shoved the negativity of her thoughts in the void, aware she may be walking the line of disrespect by not answering either one of them, " I am not really sure.", was all she said, the one phrase her reply to both. Never turning her head from where she stared, fearful she'd have to meet that same look from Ryl, more aggrivated with herself then anything she withdrew into the Force. Concentration melted her surroundings into a white purity in her mind, with eyes closed she sought to find her inner tranquility. The Dark Side had won over her better judgement, a weakness the Counsel would not tolerate, fearlessly she was willing to accept whatever punishment her actions wrought. Meditation would consume her fully, aware through the Force of everyone around her, she set upon healing herself metiphorically, by becoming of one mind with the Force.

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Cryo was unconcious by the time the Ulla Ting had started healing him and he didn't feel it, he was for all intents and purposes dead to the world. His shift into the darkside troubled his dreams as did the visions Larr'hes had pushed into the young Kiffar's dark mind at the point of his death. Those visions would fade and his eyes would focus on an a dark darker figure a crimson lightsaber ignited and glowing in each hand. His eyes would work his way up the form across the red and black armor that it wore and onto the face which was encased in a silver and red mask. Who was this warrior? He could feel the darkness flowing from him in waves and it made his stomach twist and turn in one nautious moment. "Who are you?"

The figure made no move to answer him simply clicking off the lightsabers and connected them at the ends and sliding them into a harness on his back. "Who are you!" A sound came from behind the mask, low and quiet at first at then raising into what sounded like a malicious laugh. The figure reached up and pulled the mask off and to Cryo's horror it was himself. His eyes snapped open with a start and a yell as he strugged trying to free himself of the straps that were around his body.

Fear, hate, anger all rolled off his body in torrents and there wasn't anything he could about it. How could he stop what he had seen? Was it even possible? Was that vision of himslelf in the near future a masked Sith Lord? Trembling in his seat he closed his eyes again and tried to calm himself. What was he going to tell the Council now? That he had a vision of becoming a Sith Lord?

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" You're not sure? " Ulla asked as Cryo had his fits while in slumber glancing from the Kiffar to the Corellian then back towards Ryl.

" Not a suitable answer... tell us what transpired padawan. " The woman pressed. Her eyes seeming abit harder than they should be.

" Leave her be. She'll answer in her own time. " He said to the Togruta Jedi Knight.

" Stars Mevek, that is your problem. You're far too lenient. This will be your fault. " She motioned from Amania to Cryo with a wave of her hand. " Their care was in your hands... "

" I understand this and it is not your place to judge Ulla. You lost your own padawan. " A biting remark one that should not have been said. One that had visible results as the woman's face fell away.

" My apologies Ulla... "

" No need. I was out of place, times are hard for all of us. It is the mood of all right now... I am sorry. I should mind my own affairs. " She turned away drawing her hood up as she gazed down upon the human youth who had not spoken taking one brief glance towards Sjame with a worried frown.

" We are all one anothers... affairs. " He replied to her which got a small half smile that never met her eyes and a nod.

Ryl Mevek resumed the rest of the trip in silence allowing Cryo his slumber and Amania her own. Hands clasped in his lap as he stared at the floor before him taking the route of meditation to ease his thoughts and spirit the rest of the trip back.

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" Spartan to passangers. We have reached Coruscant. Touching down. " Came the commo. Two temple guards moved in with a hovering gurny for Cryo gently lifting him to it.

Ulla Ting woke the boy who removed himself from the shuttle as well no words spoken from him. Now masterless his place was undetermined amongst the Jedi. Or so he felt. The Togruta moved out behind him without another word spoken leaving Amania and Ryl in tow.

" War does dark things to all of us. Strength in the code will preserve us from falling of the righteous path. I once fell also... I believe in order to understand and know why we stray from the Dark side you have to taste it. Once should be enough for the strong. Lets hope you are one of those few. If so... you'll make a great Jedi. "

He neglected to mention that he fell to the Dark side more than once himself. Twice in his past he gave into a rage while a padawan; two of the many things he regretted and promised he would never do again. Times were dark though; he could only see darkness ahead. For all of them.

As his gaze left Amania he looked towards the form of Cryo knowing full well he and the Council would be speaking very soon. He was thankful he had meditated and eased his mind on the way back knowing the barrage of questioning he will be recieving. " Get some rest. A report is going to be requested from everyone involved. That includes yourself. Try and remember what transpired as best as you can. "

He began down the ramp with the last of his words a green-skinned form approaching with a wave then a smile. " Glad to see your safe return Ryl. Was looking forward to your presence in the tournaments next week. Ahh things did not go so well for you either I see." The twi'leks face fell from his sharp toothed smile as he watched Cryo be carted past then Ulla Ting which he greeted.

" No. Galidraan was a disaster. I'm sure you already know this though. " The Twi'lek Jedi Sentinel had his fingers in many affairs Jedi and not. It made the other Jedi who knew him uncomfortable which kept many out beyond arms reach Ryl was one of the few who truly knew Orn Toqema, however and seemed to never stress or show he was negative towards the man's presence. He was assigned his tasks as was Ryl and they were both very much Jedi.

" Most reports are in. I browsed I'll have to admit. Some where 'scrying' whilst it was occuring. A very hard battle. Many losses on both sides. Tomorrow will be a day of mourning and rememberance." He stated as his assumed place next to Ryl hands almost mimicking the other mans as they folded into his own dark brown almost black robe.

" I have more information for you about your last mission. Seems it may be resuming. Heavy movement of a group of pirates they suspect as Shades and it's making the Council uneasy. So more than likely you'll be getting sent out again, you excited? " Toqema glanced sidelong with deep green eyes studying the Jedi Guardian who as usual seemed stoic and impassive but had eyes that spoke in volumes.

" Good. A lot of loose ends left uncovered I was eager to lift. "

" You worry of your friend... "

Ryl Mevek nodded slightly more a tip of his chin down than anything. " Yes. I feel I've failed in being an example of what we are. He was meant to be alot more, to be more than I am myself. Finding him in Caamas I had hopes of cleansing him of the Dark side with our ways. It seems to have failed. His darkness for a while had left... the test of Galidraan proved he may not be strong enough for our ways. Even I now must admit this. The entire battle had a feel to it... one beyond my capabilities of understanding. "

Jedi Knight Orn Toqema shrugged his robed shoulders. " It is not your failure as so much as all of ours then. Perhaps he will surprise you. Then again I said that last time he was called to Council didn't I. " The Twi'lek flashed a short quick smile then patted the larger man on the shoulder.

" Rest up. Meditate. Relax and refreshen. Day after tomorrow we'll spar. I have improved my striking sarlacc I intend on testing it out. "

Ryl nodded as the other Knight turned and wandered off leaving him to stare off over the city-planet of Coruscant.

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