Darth Tyrant: Fallen Peace

Chapter 11

Mail Ordo stood there, one foot upon a wooden beam, the other rested on her knee. She was meditating the only way she knew how. The river calmed her, made her forget. What she wanted to forget, well only the river and her knew.

With her eyes closed she thought about everything, and nothing. Though one thing in particular she was focusing on, the Holocron. It peeked her interest. Under the care of her master she had unearthed many of them. Though none quite like this one. The Jedi Holocron was a blue glowing cube, only to be opened by the force. They held endless amounts of knowledge.

Which is why Mail grew confused when she tried to open it, but failed. She could sense the Force flowing through the relic but couldn't control it.

"Young Padawan. Do you wish to learn how to open the Holocron?" A cold, but soft voice said.

She turned to see the average Kel'dor standing on the water dressed in a brown robe covered in colorful stains. "Who are you. And what do you want?"

The Kel'dor undid his hood and revealed his lightsaber. "I am a Jedi Master. My name is Cro Dell. I'm Curiy's master. She's with Astrie on Nal Hutta for diplomatic reasons."

Mail seemed pleased with that answer. "What can you tell me that I don't already know?"

Cro Dell jumped up onto a wooden post next to her. "What that Holocron is, and how to use it. Though only the dark side can use it." His black eyes stared coldly into Mail's.

"Well don't just stand there, tell me!"

He shifted his stance to a meditating position, his took in a deep breath, then after exhaling he spoke. "One, only someone with intense passion can open them. Two, it belonged to a sith of ancient times. And three, it holds the map to and ancient weapon that the Kwa built."

"The Kwa didn't build weapons. They were to peaceful!"

Cro Dell spoke with a lowered voice. "Just like any order, there are always, traitors, and rebels." His emphasis on traitors and rebels drew out a long pause between the two.

Mail broke the silence first. "What are you implying old man." Her face grew cold to him.

Cro Dell's voice smiled. "Nothing. Just that the sith were once Jedi too. Your emotions cloud your judgement, much like they cloud my Padawan's. There is nothing wrong with passion, but using it as a fuel or letting it chew through you, that's where it becomes dangerous. Now is when you must ask yourself, 'who, what, why, when, and how?'" Cro Dell stepped off the beam and onto the water, drawing his hood over his head, he looked back. "Remember Revan and Bastila? Look where they ended up. Eternally separated for all of life, is that how you want it to be?"

Mail stood there confused. No one knew about her liking towards Astrie. She snapped into a defensive mind set, she straightened her face to a more confused than surprised look. She dropped her voice inside her chest making it seem deeper. "What are you talking about old man? Revan and Bastila are lovers, I don't have one. And Revan was also a sith lord, I'm not one of those am I?"

Cro Dell started to walk away, ignoring her furious comments. "Go to Dathomir. There ask for the Red Elder. He will help you on your journey. But be warned. Your path is written. Only few are able to resist the tellings of the future." Walking away he seed to merge with the mist. His body had seemed to fade out of existence.

Mail stood on the wooden beam. She hadn't realized that the water stopped flowing. She took a deep breath and whispered words to the river. Words only her and the river would know. But words many who knew her could guess. And the water started to flow again.

Mail knew that Cro Dell was fallowing her. Something about him scared her. He wasn't tall, but he felt looming, and he wasn't loud, but he sounded so ominous. Though what scared her the most was the fact he moved without sound, not even breathing. His movement was swift, tree to tree, rock to rock. Rarely did his feet touch the ground. The only reason Mail knew he was there, was because he wanted her to know.

She never lost sight of her lightsaber, though Cro Dell would weave in and out of existence every once in a while, though she felt safe-ish. She knew he would try and kill her, but didn't know why he was following her. As she fought the urge to pick up the pace, for Cro Dell had disappeared again, she tripped on a rock. "Dan Fyurick!"

"Carful there little one. You don't want to get hurt." A dark voice called out to her. "Go to Dathomir, ask the Red Elder for a man named Hades. Then ask Hades any question. He will have the answer." With a gravely laugh the voice faded.

"Not funny old man. I'm starting to question wether you're a Jedi at all. She took a defensive stance and drew her lightsaber. Igniting it she revealed her blade. The yellow light reflected of off the dried, fallen leaves. "Show yourself and prove you aren't an enemy."

Cro Dell appeared in a spiral of leaves. His yellow lightsaber drawn. "I didn't do anything. Why do you arm yourself at me?"

Mail scoffed. "Why have you been following me?"

Cro Dell de-ignited his lightsaber. "Look, no weapons, we're all safe here. I'm following you to see if you were going to take my advice. But it seems that someone else also wants you to. I have a ship, and my Padawan won't be back for awhile. We can go to Dathomir if you so desire."

Mail question his tone. "It must first be okayed by the Jedi council. Until then, you will tell me everything you know of the Red Elder, and what a man named Hades has to do with this.