Darth Tyrant: Fallen Peace

chapter 8

Satele Shan gazed at Astrie's face. Just like the mark under his left eye, which had substantially changed to a blue green, there had formed another that fell from just above the left corner of his lips to just above his ear.

Satele's shock got the better of her. "How? Something this mysterious must be studied. What could form them, what are they? You said yourself you were in no danger on Xenostis."

Astrie, still proud he named the planet, took his time to answer. "I-i-i don't know."

Satele stood there pondering. Her expression became emotionless, her muscles loose, and her eyes sparkled a color unknown. "I will research all I can on this. For now, I recommend going to see Corvex. I believe he has something for you."

"What would Corvex have for me?"

Before Satele could answer Mail Ordo walked in. Her green eyes glowed like fire behind her raven hair. Her fair skin was barely covered by her torn leather pants and the leather strap around her chest. Before anyone could say anything her cocky voice filled the hall.

"Why wouldn't he. You pleaded him to bring back a souvenir. You koelok." Mail Ordo liked to abuse her bilingual talents. "Why are you suck a velaka?"

Astrie understood little of the Juyo language. Her use of suck up, and idiot were lazy. "At least I have a master."

There are some lines no one should cross. Bringing up the unpleasant death of Master Telnair was one of those lines. Mail's white skin turned red, and her green eyes grew dim.

"Take, that, back."

At this point Satele had already figured the ending and left way before they butted heads. There were some Jedi that upheld rules, and others that enforce them.

"Or what. Are you going to kill me like you did that killik on Alderaan. Oh wait you didn't, that's why Telnair's dead."

As Astrie found his dark remark humorous, Jedi master Adriana did not. "I bet you find that funny. You have a job to do. Do it, or face my consequences. And be lucky I'm not your master or a member of the council." Astrie stood frozen he was about to respond with a witty remark but Adriana shut him down. "Get going, I Wanna see you out the door, now."

Astrie walked off muttering impolite words towards the pair. Walking past Worr, Astrie dropped his head in shame. Though he had wondered why Mail, Worr, and master Adriana were gathering in the temple. Worr and Mail didn't always get along, and neither did Adrianna and Mail. Something was up and while his curiosity almost got the better of him, he had a job to do.

Most of the time Astrie would take the speeder, but this was the one time he didn't. He was hoping to run into the barbaric Flesh Raiders. Astrie's anger flowed through him in the form of blood lust. Though his pure emotionless face hid it, he wanted to detach limbs. At this point he wished for Malak to return. The want for combat raged throughout his veins.

Even know he glanced around, secretly hoping to notice an intruder or sith spy. Sadly the only thing is found was Kiy'aa and Tibleb walking towards him. Kiy'aa's blue skin was covered by a basic combat suit used by the Republic Black-star squadron, her former affiliation, and the traditional brown Jedi robe untraditionally with flowers woven into it. Tibleb was a fun case, his need for cloths were nonexistent, his fur covered his body. Though he did wear a belt to hold his lightsaber.

"Salutations fellow Jedi." Kiy'aa joked. "How was your trip?"

"Interesting none the less, but unless you like old senators and killer robots, and si-" Astrie thought for a good minute before he finished his sentence. "It was fun. In the end I got to name a planet."

Kiy'aa was always the nice one. She wasn't socially awkward, monolingual, or a nasty person. She was generally polite and intelligent, a natural Jedi at heart. So it surprised Astrie when she said, "That's neat. Well I got to go."

It looked as if Tibleb wanted to say something, but he realized Astrie Mell didn't speak galactic basic. So Tibleb paused, lifted a finger as if pointing, then walked on.

Astrie walked on, this interruption of his thoughts calmed him. Him and Mail were a special case. Him and her never really saw eye to eye. There were countless times their feuds ended up erupting in duals. This is what made them some of the best saber fighters in the Jedi order.

The question why most Jedi masters didn't intervene did make him ponder. But what seemed to be a new trend, he once again had his thoughts interrupted. This time by the well known presence of Vellor. His brooding presence was that of a tree to an ant. Him being the tree of course.

This time Astrie made his comment first. "Seems all of the Clan Council is meeting with Master Adriana. What's the occasion?"

Vellor was never short for words but always kept them to himself. His contradicting personalities made his thoughts hard to guess, and his speech even harder.

"It's something like that. Though Xen is also going to be there. It's more of like a gathering of friends."

"You and Xen don't even know each other."

Vellor was quick to hide Adriana's true intentions. "We met while you were away. I must congratulate your success. Thankfully we have someone who took care of the Twi'lek problem. Some of them are calling the Padawan the Hero of Tython. Though I doubt that name will stick. After all a Padawan will eventually grow and shed their skin like a Kor'slug."

Astrie was slightly hurt to find he had so easily been replaced. "Did this Padawan also take care of our other problem, the Flesh Raiders? I haven't seen many lately since my return."

Vellor sighed. "Yep, took the problem right from us. The Jedi council nor the 'Hero of Tython' even bothered consulting us on the matter. Well I best be on my way, and you on yours. May the force be with you and guide you, Always."

Astrie nodded. "And to you, always."

They went their respected ways. Two people, both on missions different. Both so similar but so different. Similarity makes them feud, differences attract...