The Fall of Revan

End of a Farce

Chapter 22

Dantooine, Khoonda Plains

Two Months and one week after Jax's original return

"Come, we should go," he finally concedes, eyeing the sky. Rising with him, Ashabellanar quickly dresses and turns for the Mandalorian settlement. "No," Jax softly growls.

"Jax...," she begins to scold, but he shakes his head.

"You can't," he states with a shake of his head. "It will cause unrest," he retorts, turning towards her. "Did you not feel his rage within the Force? They are leery of us as it is. Besides..." He pauses and she can feel his unease within the Force. "He desires you, wants more than you can give." He grimly states. "And the thought of leaving you with them, with him... It makes my emotions lean towards darker ideas, Asha." He admits pulling you against him. "Ever since the day I came for you, when he pulled you against him. He pauses and you can feel his firm resolve and see it in his face. "If he tries anything again...I cannot guarantee my actions. I won't promise I'll won't break our codes."

Inhaling at the idea Ashabellanar searches his eyes. Lord, he meant every word. Jax was declaring something she'd never in a thousand years believed she'd hear from him. Oh, by the Force, what had they'd done... This was exactly why Jedi could not, did not form attachments. If he were to do something out of anger, for his personal needs and the Council discovered it. She shutters at the idea. Shutters at what it would do to Jax.

Feeling her unease in the Force, Jax runs a finger over her lips and hushes her. "Peace Asha, I am not so untrained as to give into my emotions like some Padawan." He wasn't either, she knew that, just like she knew he was right about Torian.

"You're right, but I must speak with Psylor."

Dantooine, Khoonda Plains

Two Months and one week after his return

Nodding in agreement, Jax follows her back to the Mandalorian camp. "Psylor! Psylor!" You bellow summoning the groggy man from a nearby tent.

"What Vutraat?!" He demands in irritation, not the only one awoken by your booming voice.

"Her pact is done, I am through with this farce. She's coming with me," you declare slipping your arm possessively across Freedom's waist.

Noting your claim Psylor's lips thin but he nods. "Aye, she's honored her accord." Feeling her unease in the Force, Freedom places her hand upon yours and begins to speak.

"I've got your gear lass," Targ interjects, having apparently read her mind as he appears out of his work tent. "Saved it for ya from...." He cuts off and inclines his head towards the ship. "Couldn't get your blades I'm afraid."

Ashabellanar tenses at his words and instinctively you soothe her through the force. "It's for the best, they were vile things Asha," you mutter in her ear. "You could not have taken them as it is," you add finally gaining a light nod.

"And why's that?" Psylor bids but its Khal's icily voice that replies as he appears suddenly nearby, his temper dark and barely contained.

"Because she's infiltrating too," he growls. "Like you've already have," he adds casting a menacing glare towards Jax. "I've seen you tread within their sanctuary, it's why you came dressed like that." He decrees gesturing with displeasure at your reclaimed Jedi robes. "Why Mand'alor sent your kind in number." Feeling your temper begin to build from your unforeseen error, you narrow your eyes.