The Fall of Revan

Revealed

Chapter 20

Dantooine, Khoonda Plains

Two Months after Jax's original return

Meeting the arriving ship Psylor scowls at Khal. "My brother should be here."

"Your brother is haav'in Freedon right now and you know it," Khal curtly retorts crossing his arms. "Let him enjoy his prize while he's able." He icily adds.

Narrowing his eyes Psylor clenches his jaw. "Are you telling me they haven't even spoken the riduurok (love bond) yet?"

At this Khal snorts. "I highly doubt it. They may haav like a new riduur couple but he eyes the horizon far too much and you can still taste his possessiveness in the air."

"He's vigilant for Jax's return," Psylor insightfully states gaining a nod from Khal.

"My bets are on him filling that position, if he hasn't already. You've seen the tension between the two of them. It was tangible the last time he was here. They were jurkadir ti (messing around) right before he left, I guarantee it."

Shaking his head Psylor opens his mouth to say more but the hatch to the ship before them lowers distracting him as the womenfolk, his sister included disembark. Moving away from Psylor, Khal slips away from the rest until and elder woman finally appears at the top of the ramp.

"I sense you in the shadows adiik," she declares turning her gaze his direction.

"I'm far past a child, Nala," Khal counters appearing into her view.

"You all, save Targ, are adiik to me boy." She impishly replies with a toothy grin. Chuckling to himself, Khal strolls up to her but pauses as she frowns. "I sense, someone..." she mutters, casting a wary eye around the camp. "Are we near the Jedi adiik?" She inquires.

Frowning at the question Khal shakes his head. "Nayc, Nala. They are clicks from here. You're probably just sensing Freedon. Torian's caught himself a inya'kin."

Showing surprise on her face Nala smiles. "About time for the lad but.... a Force user? I'm surprised his brother didn't tan his hide."

Tensing at the comment Khal whistles for Psylor who grudgingly comes over. "What?" He demands.

"We got an issue. Nala senses a Force user nearby."

Cursing, Psylor issues as sweep of the nearby area. "Are you sure Nala? Can you pin point them?"

"Oh, I'm sure." She replies with a slight laugh. "They burn brightly."

"Show us."

Dantooine, Khoonda Plains

Two Months after Jax's original return

Sitting astride Torian, you run your hands down his lines of his chiseled stomach as you ride him. Groaning beneath you Torian runs his own up your backside, his eyes hooded with lust. Feeling your own desire building you arc your body backwards and release your own soft moan when suddenly you sense a presence in the Force. Jax, you inwardly rejoice but quickly realize it's not him. It wasn't anyone you'd felt before for that matter and that put you instantly on alert. Veiling yourself within the Force you turn your head towards the door just moments before it abruptly slams opens. Revealing Khal, Psylor you note the unknown woman beside them.

Meeting their gazes unabashed about your current positon astride Torian, or your lack of clothing, you tilt your head at them expectantly. Torian however, releases a slew of Mando'a curses towards his vods, his anger tangible within the air and the Force.