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Jayale     To be rather fair, life was a lot more stressful for Jayale than it normally was. Especially more recently than before. Finding out about the Multiverse, Lezard making an ass of himself and trying to capture her and steal her stuff, the ancient ship full of killer droids, just lots of stuff in general. And here the older Jedi-in-hiding was currently on a small backwater trade world where she was dealing with some of her storehouses and trying to sort out a ownership issue with the slimy type that rented out the units.

    "I have been renting this unit long enough that I may as well own it, quit acting as if I have not put your kid through school alone." Jayale says rather sharply towards the alien fellow who grumbled out a response in a sound that was more akin to horrible-toned sounds like bodily functions.
    "Yes, I am aware of your claim, but it's completely falsified and quite honestly I am rather abhored you are trying to gouge /me/ of all your clients. Really? Me? I pay you on time, in advance, for years and you try to push my prices up after claiming I am behind? The payments are automated."
    "PFFT PSSSHHHH BBBBBT!" flails the pudgy alien to which she shakes her head and turns, "Good luck finding a better renter than myself, I am done with you. I shall be out within the week, leave me be." And with that she shook her head and turned to wander back towards the storehouse, which housed a fair bit of fabrics and materials as well as a collection of smuggled(and /quite/ illegal) lightsaber materials.
Galen Marek     Some people took disputes and tried to solve them diplomatically. Some people don't. And for the person currently invading the personal space of some random Jedi, his choice is clearly the latter. PROXY had approached him (away from Juno) about some rare lightsaber artifacts and other Jedi things on a backwater world. A storehouse of Jedi weaponry and knowledge in some remote place? What are the odds the owner is even still alive anyway?

    Not good, Galen wagers, so here he is. PROXY stands guard at the door, though he appears unarmed for the moment while Galen takes in the storehouse. He has a flashlight in hand, but his lightsaber is also lit, casting blue light across the room as well as a flashlight beam.

    "PROXY, this stuff..." he says, rooting around, "This person, whoever they were, was definitely a Jedi. Someone who specializes in sabers, by the looks of some of this... amazing." He pulls out a crystal, holding it up to his light. "How am I gonna get all this out of here? I could call Juno and bring the Shadow in, but I'd imagine she'd have a lot to say about us sneaking off like this..." He rubs his forehead, then shakes his head.

    "We might have to make multiple tr--" "Master? I think someone is approaching."

    "No way," he says, chuckling lightly, "You're getting paranoid on me, PROXY."
Jayale     The crystal itself wasn't the /rarest/ of crystals, but the quality was something else. It was as if the one who had harvested it was /quite/ familiar with them. Not to mention the various craftswork here was detailed like a machine might do. Detailed in that it was fine, and precise, and the handiwork seemed almost without flaw. Indeed, the contents of this storehouse were Jedi in origin but it would seem PROXY was right. Right enough that as the Miraluka walked up and saw someone rifling through the storehouse, being able to sense through the walls easily enough as a Miraluka naturally sees, she froze and thought about it.

    Had the owner sold her out to the Imperials? If that were the case, certainly Darth Vader himself would be here, or a small army of Stormtroopers. The one inside, however, had a lightsaber drawn. And there was a droid too by the looks of it. Thieves that were digging through things? But she didn't have any assembled lightsabers... just parts. Pieces that only those who /knew/ what they were could possibly know. Disassembled for transport and storage.

    How to respond, how to respond. The droid was right next to the door. Might already know she was there. And considering her recent run-in with HK, she was a bit paranoid about droids. But to just attack? That's not in her. It could be nothing... but how would they have a lightsaber?

    Well, might as well try to take the direct approach. "I can see you in there. Who are you and why are you rummaging around my belongings?" Jayale called from outside. If one were to look at her, they could see that she looked fairly relaxed, even her vitals were calm, a practiced cool. Something that normal droids couldn't sense. But perhaps a specialized droid might be able to realize she seemed nervous, brainwaves, heartrate and such.
Galen Marek     Galen examines the crystal in his hand, the quality of it stunning him. Why would such a precise saber crystal be in such a place? He was sure the owner had been a Jedi, but why here? This would no doubt be safer with the Jedi in question, or at least under much heavier guard than this place provides. He twitches slightly, a shiver running down his spine as the voice sounds through the storehouse from the outside. He sets the crystal back down gently, then spins the saber in his hand to take an aggressive stance, the blade humming as he approaches the door. Whoever was there, a woman by the sound of it, was calm, collected, but no doubt the owner of the artifacts in this building. Even if she hadn't said so outright, to be so relaxed when faced with someone armed with the weapon he carried? No one but a Jedi or Sith could keep that collected. At least this far out.

    "Your belongings?" he says, straightening up, "Why would you keep such amazing saber crystals in such a place? Not to mention the rest of these parts. These should be under heavy guard, not in some rotting storehouse on a backwoods planet." He makes his way to the door, knowing full well he's not moving out of sight of Jayale. The Force signature he projects would make him impossible to miss to any Force sensitive.

    "You're some sort of Sith Lord, aren't you? Or at least a Jedi dissenter. How many Jedi did you kill to pilfer all this?" His voice is calm, but there's a hard edge to it. "Not that I can really talk, I guess, but the sheer amount of quality parts here must put the number in the dozens." He waits, placing the flashlight onto his belt and placing his free hand in front of him.

    PROXY steps toward Galen, eyes alight. "She is somewhat unsure, if this data is correct. Perhaps she is not a Jedi killer, but a Jedi herself." Galen blinks, then shakes his head. "This is way too big a haul to be left in such an unsecure location. Something's wrong about all this, and I'm gonna figure it out."
Jayale     "I can hardly carry them as jewelry now can I? With the Empire what it is these days, having such pretty things, illegal things, visible to all is asking for a death sentence. I am no killer, however, nor am I a Sith. I am a trader, and this is one of my storehouses. The better question is... why are you digging through my belongings? I have had this storehouse rented for many years, and not once have I ever had someone break into it. And yet... here I am, being hassled by the owner of this place, and here you are... I wonder if the two of you are working together. But the way you hold that weapon, it is far too aggressive for someone acting as if I am a Sith. I have met Jedi before, seen how they hold their weapons. Up, in defense, in posture to respond. You hold it ready to attack. I am an old woman and you come at me armed boy?"

    Much like an animal that was attempting to appear larger than it was, Jayale stood still where she was, speaking calm and steady, voice soft but hardly meek. Though PROXY still had the right of it, she wasn't as sure as she made herself to sound. She was a trader certainly, she could put on a face and say one thing while feeling another. And her own force signature did give away her capabilities, but Miralukans as a whole were naturally force sensitive. Were he capable of sensing more, sensing just how much? Or just that she was?

    "Any fool who locks away their most precious possessions behind security, high-end systems, with guards and such is simply asking for some thief to steal it. Any trader, or smuggler, knows the best place to keep something safe is to leave it where no one would look. Which once again leaves the question..."

    "Why are you digging through my textiles?"

    The door was still shut between them, the wall there. Depending on how much Proxy might can sense, or Galen for that matter, they /might/ pick up that she had no visible armaments on her, no lightsaber or blaster at her hips. However, along her upper back beneath her cloak there was a fastening device for three lightsabers that she /did/ have on her. But could they detect such, or would she come off as unarmed and simply an angry older female?
Galen Marek     Galen listens to the story, but he's not fooled. No normal merchant would have all these goods. Who would even buy them aside from Jedi? Sith, but surely this woman would know to stay off their radar. So something isn't adding up about all of it. "Trader..." he says, then scoffs. "Right, you deal in Jedi goods, the smallest possible market. I can tell you can delve into the Force, and you say you can see my stance. Through a wall. And you know it's aggressive, rather than defensive. No, you know your stuff." He spins his saber in his hand, before tightening up his stance. "You're heavily trained, no doubt, though to what extent I don't exactly know. I also know that even if you have the facade of an elderly citizen, if you are trained in the Jedi way it doesn't matter. You'd be a match for me regardless. So cut the act."

    He pushes his free hand forward, blowing the door open with the Force.

    "I thought it would be a waste for quality Jedi artifacts to waste away in such a place, so I came to liberate these goods so I can mount my attack," he says, before striding forward. His posture is straight, but it's clear he's ready for an attack from the woman. "Show me what you've got, lady," he says, "I'm not a monster. Not anymore. I'll give you a free shot, even. If you really ARE just some sort of trader, then you won't hurt me. If you are what I know you are... well... I really want some of those parts in there. I could just take them, rob you blind of everything you've amassed if you can't stop me. PROXY! Start loading the ship!" He smirks, gesturing with his free hand. "You gonna let that happen, or are you gonna stop me?"

    He smirks, lowering his eyes. "Tell me, does the name Starkiller mean anything to you?"
Jayale     The door being blown back surprised her a bit, with the force of it. She had already started to move aside enough that when the door flew off, it wasn't close enough to hit her. Or, at least, even as it flew by it didn't connect. Perhaps he was right. His logic was sound enough. Still, she didn't draw a weapon, didn't change her posture. Her hands were by her side at first, then her arms crossed beneath her chest. "Of course I can see you through the wall you banthaa, I am a Miraluka. Walls mean nothing to us, we see with the Force. All Miraluka are naturally Force-sensitive. But have it your way..."

    She sighed at that, not liking how this was going. She might have the opportunity to flee, but how far would she get? He had a ship, he was clearly younger, probably much stronger than she was. He also had a lightsaber and seemingly could use the Force. Could she even get that away?
    And actually responding in lightsaber combat would probably do her no good. She could stall, but at what cost?

    Barely a few moments pass, though, as she contemplates her position before she raises her hand and shakes it towards him. "I am not going to attack you boy. It would be quite stupid. Do you see a weapon on me? Besides, you are younger, probably faster and would just use the opportunity to take advantage of me. Put away your weapon, or come at me." She was stalling again, but why? She had no reinforcements. Could he tell that she was studying him? His posture, how he was moving, how he was acting - his tone, his feelings that were on the surface - his weapon. Specifically she was looking his weapon over, in detail. Being an Artisan allowed her an intimate knowledge of lightsabers at a glance, and quite a bit more when she properly looked it over as she was doing with his. Unless he protected the components of his weapon, or his Force Shield extended to it specifically, she might be able to simply disable the weapon as he attacks. That was what she was planning on, arms down as she started to walk forward towards the male. "Starkiller means nothing to me, I am a trader and I have been most of my life. Should it? You tell me." Her posture was passive, almost too relaxed, as if she wasn't going to defend herself. Leaving herself open. With no weapon, though, how would he think she capable of defending herself if pressed?
Galen Marek     Galen studies Jayale in earnest, eyes narrowing. "Miraluka, huh?" he says, "That explains that, then. However, just because you're Force sensitive doesn't mean you should have all the knowledge you seem to have. So don't try and throw me off with that, alright?" He shakes his head, tightening the grip on his lightsaber. Many things are running through his head at once. He's moving forward on the assumption that Jayale is in fact Jedi or Sith, despite her assurance of the opposite. She does appear unarmed, but he can do that as well. No problem there. She's likely got at least a blaster, and possibly a saber in tow. However, his mind flashes to the crystal in the storehouse. Perfection. She knows a lot about lightsabers, and maybe enough to be a threat without one of her own.

    He smirks, then shrugs. "I guess not. I mean, if you're no Jedi, you have no reason to know about the Imperial Inquisitor sent to assassinate Jedi, huh?" He twirls his saber, before swinging his empty hand toward Jayale. He's not close enough to actually hit her, but there's a spark in the air between them that quickly becomes the Sith signature.

    "Don't think for a second I believe you're not trained. I'm not that stupid." He allows the lightning to arc out, testing her defenses by steering bolts around her to strike non-vital areas.
Jayale     The attack was certainly unexpected. Jedi might be trained to fight against others capable of using the Force, but shooting Lightning? She had never seen such a thing. She had heard of it, certainly. It was within the lore, as a capacity some who swayed towards the Dark Side had. She had no real chance to respond, hit and leaping to the side, gasping in pain as the Lightning coursed through her body. So he could fight even without a Lightsaber? That was troublesome, and he was testing her. She should walk away, could walk away. But at this point would he let her?

    Probably not. She can't play all of her cards. Which is why Jayale stepped forward and raised her hand, using the force to grasp for Galen's lightsaber to rip it from his hand and attempt to do two things at once. One, she attempted to use his own weapon to strike at him, a skill not many have, even within the Jedi. Sure, some could throw their weapon, could call it back. Many were capable of disarming others.

    But how many were capable of actually using a weapon properly with the Force?

    Though at the same time as the swing, if she was able, she would attempt to use the force to try and disable it, a combination of simply disassembling the outer most pieces that were easily done for the purposes of field maintenance, as well as a more specific thing - an attempt to render the weapon useless despite such by screwing with the components inside.

    It was entirely possible it wouldn't work, but even if he could fight without a Lightsaber, she would rather take that chance and try to give herself an advantage.
Galen Marek     As his lightning strikes true, he knows there are a multitude of things that can happen now. One, he'll kill her and prove she was just a merchant. Two, she'll be hurt and can escape, also proving her story.

    As number three begins to happen, he smirks in spite of himself. His grip on his saber is wrested, and as the slash comes in, he's unable to move quick enough to avoid it. It slashes across his chest, a burning wound that draws a hiss from his lips and his damaged flesh. He can sense more to her attack though, and he realizes what she's attempting before she can finalize it. He sweeps forward, gripping the hilt of the weapon and roaring like a cornered animal, moving to shoulder-charge the Force-user with all his might.

    "No!" he says, "You're not gonna just disable my weapon. Not that easily!" He swings out, attempting to slam his fist, gripping his saber hilt, into her chest to break her concentration. It's a rough fighting style, but her swift reaction and unerring precision tell him all he needs to know. "I knew you were lying. How about you spill your story? Where's your saber? Or, with that many materials, sabers." He grips his weapon tight, the blade wavering as she attempts to disable it. He fights back, both physically and with the Force to prevent it.
Jayale     The attack come and she senses his being caught off guard, starting to respond to it but unable to fight back against his strength. His youth and training certainly give him the physical advantage over her, enough that shen she tried to allow herself to roll with it, instead she's knocked backwards and lands on the ground with a hard gasp. She couldn't give in, she had to maintain the surprise. Despite his assertions she had to continue for the moment without revealing her weapons.
    Which is why even laying down she reached her hands up, once he had wrested control of his weapon back, to slam into him with the force to try and launch him into the air, but not by his body. It wasn't a slam against his chest as she had done to her.
    It was an attempt to wrench his arm that had the weapon grasped, his dominant arm, an attempt to lift him up by the very weapon he didn't want to let go of.

    "Make your choice boy... give it up, or go with it." And if he didn't let go, or do something to stop the effort somehow, he would be flung straight up and left to deal with the consequences of landing safely.
Galen Marek     Galen growls, gripping his saber tightly. He doesn't move for a kill shot, nor does he believe he would be able to. She was strong, this mysterious hoarder of Jedi weaponry, and she clearly knows a ton about the construction and workings of the lightsaber. So much so that she almost seems fixated on the weapon. He can feel her pull on his weapon, the strength of her will wrenching him upward. There's a loud pop, and Galen roars out in pain, his arm seeming almost dislocated by the sudden upward momentum. He grits his teeth, maintaining his grip as he sails upward. As he is flung, he reaches out with the Force, moving to rip up something large and heavy. It so happens he grabs a nearby storehouse's support beam and rips it from its foundation. He focuses, then orients it to slam into Jayale as he attempts to make a successful landing. He hits the ground on his damaged shoulder, and he roars again as another pop sounds, arm going a bit numb as it's socketed back into place. He stands up, panting a bit as he glares.

    "You're trying too hard to take this. Why don't you get your own, huh?"
Jayale     The amount of strength that Galen has within the Force caught Jayale by surprise, enough that she didn't have too much of a chance to react. She pushed back against the incoming attack with her hands, the Force pressing against the board in time to keep it from smashing into her at full strength, but even so she was left to cry out in pain as the beam pins her to the ground and nearly crushes her. It was obvious that the older woman was having a fairly hard time dealing with the intensity of the attack, and even now as she slowly lifted the beam off and let it fall nearby, it took a fair bit of strength on her part to raise up.

    "Starkiller, you said... Imperial Inquisitor. Assassin... of Jedi. There are no more Jedi. The Jedi Order was destroyed twenty years past at the culmination of the Clone Wars. I am no Jedi. Once I may have been, but all I am now is another person of this Galaxy. Another citizen, trying to get by."

    Her voice was pained, winded as she finally stood up properly and held her hand out towards the one who named 'Starkiller', to presume it was his name. "Something about you is off. If you wanted to kill me you would have been trying harder, but I can also see the darkness in you. I will not kill you boy. I will not try to kill you, even now. But I will also not let you wander out with my secret that I have kept for the last two decades as I tried to live on after the Jedi were slaughtered like infesting Mynocks."

    But still she doesn't seem to draw a weapon. Even with all of the components for the Lightsabers, the crystals, she walks towards Galen with a bit more certainty. She wasn't uncertain at this point. She didn't know everything, but she knew what she needed to know. "I have lived too long to let a boy less than a third my age likely be the end of me." Though certainly she didn't even look twice his age. Jayales arms raised at her side, hands out as she slowly raised them, all around the area pieces of the walls, bits and bobs, even from nearby inside the storehouse rolls of fabric, expensive silks, pieces of machinery. There was a /lot/ of stuff around, and it would seem he had cornered her so to speak. A creaking sound came from her storehouse and soon a crash as she ripped out a central support beam, and combined with the one he had hurled at her Jayale wielded them like two giant swords, cutting across from each direction towards him to meet in the middle.

    Perhaps the Force was her ally after all, and with how she wielded these beams, moving objects with the force, Telekinesis, may be one of, if not her main, specialty.
Galen Marek     Galen straightens up, fire in his eyes. For a moment, he feels the familiar pull of the Dark Side, the training he had been through all his life coming back to the surface. How easy it would be to slip back into that persona, into Starkiller, the killer of Jedi the galaxy over. But that was not who he was anymore. He had brought the name up as an intimidation attempt. He shakes his head, closing his eyes. He focuses hard, however, keeping his guard up despite the rather vulnerable state he appears in. "Galen," he says, "Formerly known as Starkiller, former Inquisitor to the Empire, now a rogue agent in its crosshairs." As she mentions the Jedi Order being destroyed, he nods. "Order 66. I know about that. But even if the Order is gone, Jedi still exist. You can't just turn away from that. Just as I find it difficult to turn away from my darker teachings." He opens his eyes, a sort of calm returning to his wild form. However, his saber is moved back into attack position. He knew this fight wasn't over, and he wasn't intent on losing.

    As Jayale begins to rattle the area around them, he dodges the smaller items, then gets knocked aside by a piece of machinery. However...

    As the large pillars close in on either side, he raises both arms, taking an almost boxer-like stance with his hands up. The momentum of the pillars slows, knocking weakly against his arms before he manages to stop it completely. His lips are bloodied from the earlier shot, but he seems... different now. More focused. "So what you're saying is you have been attempting to turn away from the teachings and preserve yourself. Not to pass knowledge, but to protect yourself?" He shakes his head.

    "I turned away, too, to protect her. And myself, clearly, but it was for someone else. I guess I understand a bit. That said..."

    He attempts to shove the pillars to either side, leaping toward Jayale swiftly and with clear purpose. "People like us, trying to hide from the Empire but with the power to bring about change... we're needed now more than ever." He swings his empty hand forward, attempting to send a pulse through the Force to knock the woman offguard. "Your knowledge... it could be helpful. To bring the Empire down for good." He swings his momentum quickly, aiming to kick her in the stomach, all thought of the lightsaber in his death grip seemingly forgotten until the blade vanishes.

    "So. What will you do? Flee the Empire forever, or help take it down and live free?"
Jayale     Jayale heard Galen as he spoke, felt him calming down. Felt him focusing. The anger was starting to melt away. That was possibly good, possibly bad. But he continued to speak, and the more he spoke the more she was left wondering if that was even possible. A defected Inquisitor? Certainly not. If such were the case he would have been hunted down. A liability. Trying to convert her, to what, the Rebellion? "I may have once been a Jedi, but I bear no ill will against the Empire."

    Her tone may be considered strange for a member of the fallen Order. There was no anger, no bitterness. Sadness, perhaps, but such was natural. "The Jedi Order only ever had any authority thanks to the Republic giving it such. You may know that. You may not. The Republic consumed itself, and the Empire took its' place. The Empire destroyed the Order... I am no Rebel. No traitor fighting against the Empire. I am a wanted criminal by association, a child who was taken by the Order, protected from starving as an orphaned child, one who never fought in the Clone Wars. I was a supplier for the Order, an Artisan. I am no threat to the Empire, and yet it is not in fear that I live. Nor have I turned away from any teachings."

    The wave of energy from the Force being used impacted her, knocking Jayale back. It winded her certainly, but she was able to slow her movement in the air using the force, almost like she could levitate to a point before setting herself back down on her feet and looking to be getting tired. She was quite old indeed, and time, while it had been kind on her appearance, certainly hasn't left her in the best shape.

    When the blade vanished, however, that did let her realize that it seemed to be a pressure ignition grip. Ignited by constant pressure probably. "I am an old woman stowing away things for those who come after me. The Jedi came, and the Jedi fell. I am no Jedi, and I will not allow you the chance to put everything I have worked on in danger. Not for some fool try at Usurping the Empire. If that is even truly what you are after and not just trying to get me to let my guard down." Once again she began to walk forward, though now that he had let his mind wander away from his lightsaber, she acted once again. Not to take it from him, but to use his own weapon against him.

    It was entirely possible in that brief moment Galen might feel a pressure on his hand, similar to what happened when she lifted and flung him. Only the difference is - she didn't lift him, or try. The Force closed around his hand and wrenched it sideways in a very simple attack. She was going to ignite his blade for him and wrench it right to him in the process. The longer he kept that weapon in his hand, the more it was going to be her choice of weapon against him. "Form Zero boy, the way of the Unignited blade. I do not need to ignite a Lightsaber. You have done that enough for me."
Galen Marek     Galen blinks. A Jedi who bore no ill toward the Empire? Something about that didn't set right with him. As he listens, his confusion turns to anger. "You... would turn your back and ignore the force that destroyed the order that saved you? What... how?" He shakes his head. "No, never mind. I guess I understand. I turned away from the Empire for one very specific reason, and that reason is why I will bring the Empire down." He shakes his head, stopping the anger from overwhelming him. "Usurping the Empire?" he asks, then scoffs. "No. I said DESTROY. I don't want political power, or to rule. I want to take down the system that turned on me for being human!" He moves in again, only to stop as his gut is set ablaze. He looks down, seeing that she has forced his arm across himself, and managed to reignite his saber to boot. He coughs, blood trickling from his lips as he glares at the woman. "Whatever. If you're trying to stockpile all this for another generation, then you should let me take what I can and leave. Because I'm not just talking."

    He takes his form, then lunges at Jayale and slashes across her with his saber. He's in agonizing pain, but training with Darth Vader had left him hardier than most.

    "The Empire will fall to my blade. Vader, the Emperor, all of it. Mark my words. And if you want to stay hidden, working on whatever it is that you think you're doing? Fine."

    He slashes again, and again. "That's your choice. But know that you have the chance."
Jayale     "I do not turn my back, I move on."

    Why would she move on from such? She may be one of the last, if not the last of her old Order. But she could feel him get angry, move forward after her attack hit. And finally she responded with a weapon. But not in the way he might expect. When the attack comes, Jayale swirls to the side and allows the weapon to pass by her, as if he had slashed his Lightsaber towards a river, the second attack being met with the presense of a silver lightsaber blade, but only for a flash of a moment, long enough to intercept the attack and gasp out aloud when it burned into her shoulder. Her weapon turned off in that immediate moment and once again she let the Force guide her, body moving on instinct and trust alone, the heat of the weapon searing along her shoulder as well and leaving her in a fair bit of pain.

    Unlike him she was not accustomed to it.

    "There is no emotion, there is peace." Jayale says as she steps in from her movement to press up against him, pressing out with the force to try and unbalance him. Her fighting style was certain not something he would have trained against, at least not directly. Her weapon unignited, her method of fighting, or in this case avoiding fighting, might be hard to predict.

    "There is no ignorance, there is knowledge." Now he /knew/ she did indeed carry a Lightsaber, one that was in her right hand loosely held as if it were a flower, no death grip like he had on his own. Despite her movements, she was at peace, and she was keeping a firm check on what he knew, and did not know, about her. He may be stronger, but she was trying to use that leverage to keep some advantage. Knowledge was power.

    "There is no passion, there is serenity." In her movements he may feel her use the force to grasp something behind her, and in a movement possibly too quick to keep track of two lightsaber handles drop along her form, behind her leg as she uses her weapon and jams it straight up, igniting it for a moment, before turning it off in an attempt to bypass a block and ignite it once more to attack with a style of combat known as 'Trakata'. A technique known as 'Pass the Blade', typically used defensively.

    "There is no chaos, there is harmony." The two lightsaber handles that fell down her back and legs moved with the force and attempted to sweep behind Galen as she distracted him with her primary hand-held blade, then with the Force they raised up behind him, still unignited.

    "There is no death, there is the Force."

    HUMMMMMM

    The weapons ignited both simultaneously, for a split second, on and off before moving back behind her again in the same path they came, like a scorpions tail striking from behind. "That is why I hold no ill will towards the Empire. There is no death, there is the Force, young one. And you... crave the death of the Empire... far more than the Force, or moving on. You will never succeed while you hold onto that anger. You will never succeed while you lust with that passion of yours. You are ignorant, young and brash. And you let your emotions lead you. I will not let you take my stockpile and leave. That would be the same as giving a blaster to a suicidal refugee. If you want it that bad, take it. But you will have to harm me for it. And is your quest worth it?"
Galen Marek     Galen had fought Jedi. He knew that there were many techniques possible through the Force, and through knowledge of the lightsaber. However, there are things he has never faced. Things he could never begin to even contemplate as possible. The flash of the silver blade is one such thing. It was so fast that he had no time to acknowledge it beyond a grimace. She had been armed the whole time, and had been fighting him so well without ever drawing. It was in this moment...

    That Galen smiles.

    He staggers to the side, listening intently and shaking his head. "No... no, that's not right," he says, "No emotion? How... can anyone live like that?" He attempts to follow her movements, but he's disoriented by her Force mastery and his own wounds catching up to him. He growls, listening to her recite the Jedi code. "Peace is a lie, there is only passion... but that's not right either..."

    He catches sight of two more sabers, unignited and flowing alongside his opponent, and that seems to take him even more off guard. "The world is not so black and white," he says, "Heh... what a technique." He's buffetted by the Force and by the sporadic and yet perfectly executed and well practiced blade ignitions. His robes smoke, his body searing under the attacks, but still he stands, saber in his grip. Blood trickles thickly from cauterized wounds, but he shakes his head. His Sith training kept him focused, but the Jedi Code, and how it conflicted with the Sith Code... it had him thinking.

    And that can always be dangerous.

    "Life exists between the two extremes," he says, straightening up, "Emotion, peace, ignorance, knowledge. Passion, serenity. These are opposites, yet both are required and necessary." He smiles, his form sagging. "Young and brash, ignorant. Things of greatness can be borne from these as easily as their opposites." He straightens up, resuming his stance. "You're formidible, but... holding to those values... I see now why the Order is gone. The Empire must follow the same fate, and those beyond must follow the Force in all its facets." He lunges, lightning wrapping around his saber blade as he swings it into Jayale.

    "I have passion, but I also have harmony. I know what I need to do, but I do not deny my emotions." The lightning around his blade explodes outward, his free hand gripping out with the Force to seize one of the pillars from earlier. "I speak with purpose. The Empire will fall. And the Force will guide what happens next." He grunts, then attempts to bring the pillar sailing into Jayale, Galen leaping out of the way in an attempt to keep the Jedi guessing.
Jayale     Jayale was at peace enough to feel his exertion of the force, raw, powerful, and realize what he was doing. It didn't mean she was in any position to stop it. It just meant she had to deal with it as best she could, and tank it. Tanking it, of course, meant she turned to meet the attack head on, not stopped by Galen being 'in the way'. One aspect of being a Miraluka meant she was able to see, clearly, not simply limited by what was within range of her yes. The Force pushed as hard as she could against the strength of the pillar but in her exhaustion, in her injuries, it was not enough to allow her to stay strong. She braced herself with the Force, braced her /body/, so when she was knocked backwards she was able to avoid landing on her back, or hitting her head. It was just her arms that took the brunt of the attack, pain coursing through her.

    And when she landed on one knee, and slowly raised up, both of her forearms were limp, arms were limp, her hands were at her side, relaxed, open. The lightsaber she had floated inches beneath her hand, completely within her control despite no longer being able to move her arms.

    Her capabilities were limited, what she could do was limited, but she was still standing. Barely. He had nearly won right there, and it was only through effort that she was standing. The two blades she had behind her, the handles of them, appear again, though this time they come to float in front of her as her fingers move a bit.

    "There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. But you speak as if you know everything, and I am the one who is ignorant. I am not the reason the Order is gone. That code, perhaps. I... I accepted the Code for what it was, but I understood there was more to the Code than to-the-letter adherence." The blades, all unignited, moved forward almost as if menacing him. And then stopped, between the both of them. "I have failed. I was forced to ignite my blade. Igniting ones blade means I had to accept that I was willing to take a life, but I have not yet attempted to take yours. I ignited my blade against one I had no intention of killing, and for that, I failed."

    Slowly she begins to walk forward and the Lightsabers all return to their place behind her back, once again leaving her unarmed. "I cannot beat you boy, I am too old, too tired and possibly too weak in general. I am no fighter, I am a trader, and was once an Artisan. I never trained for combat, but what I did do... was learn. Think. Listen to the Force. You do not have harmony, and you rely upon your emotions far too much. You fight against what you do not know instead of learning from it. You wish to be rid of the Empire, to destroy it... but you do not even realize, do you - that what you speak? It is not the will of the Force. It is not the words of one who will save the Galaxy from the evils of the Empire. It is the words of a scared child who was hurt, and is lashing out at those who hurt him. I do not know you, Galen... nor do I know your past, but I do know this simply by how you fight."

    As she moves, she finally stops right in front of Galen, peaceful despite it all. "Peace is not a lie. You are simply a kath hound on a chain. You do not know peace, because you still choose to fight. If you wish to know peace, turn that blade off and destroy it. It poisons you, you rely too heavily on it. You enjoy the fighting, you enjoy the thrill. I can feel it in you. You have no harmony, your passion controls you. Your passion... is violence. I will sooner see this stockpile destroyed than aiding you, so strike me down and take your claim if you must. Or turn off your weapon and take the first step on the path to accepting that you are far more ignorant of the Force than you think. The Force is life itself, there to aid you in whatever you need. But you bend it to your will as if it were a crude tool."
Galen Marek     When he surveys the damage his attack had wrought, he finds... an empty pit in his stomach. Rather than the thrill of victory, he felt hollow, almost disgusted. He looks around, looking at the destruction he had brought about in pursuit of the weapons in the storehouse. There's no pleasure there, only a vacant stare. Then he turns to face Jayale. Someone who had not wanted to fight, only for him to leave her possessions alone and leave. The grip on his saber loosens, the weapon sagging in his hand. He stares down at the ground, then looks at his empty hand. He had thought he had changed, that he wasn't Starkiller. This? This proved that he could just as easily slip back into the Sith teachings. He had been prepared to kill Jayale for her goods. A part of him still felt like it would be easy to do. She was weakened, as was he, but he could just finish her. No one outside of himself and PROXY would ever have to know.

    But that's not what he wants. He's not Starkiller. He's Galen. He's trying to be different. But as the former Jedi speaks, he listens silently. He ignited his blade at all times, always ready to kill. And... maybe that was a weakness. He was still a Sith, even after leaving the Empire. He sets the blade back on his belt, hand trembling.

    "I... guess you're right. I'm still... fighting with my dark mentality. I haven't changed at all..." Vader's voice pops into his head. He shakes it, trying to ignore it. He wouldn't end up like Vader, he couldn't. But he knew that the Empire had to fall. All of this causes his head to pound, and he drops to one knee, one hand against his head.

    "I... I'm sorry," he says, shaking his head. "I don't know what I was thinking... Yeah, yes I do. I was thinking that I needed your weapons to strike back at the Empire, and I was willing to do everything to make that a reality." He stands up, clenching his fist. "I haven't changed as much as I thought from my time with the Empire, but I suppose that is the nature of things. Something to work on. Not losing myself so completely to my rage."

    He opens his hand again, shaking his head. "I don't want what you have. Not like this. This isn't how I want to operate, like some sort of madman. Not anymore. Ugh..." He sighs, placing a hand to his forehead. "Juno's gonna kill me when she finds out about this."
Jayale     A sound from nearby, a confused, distraught almost fart-like, "PHBBTTT? GRRRRGL!" from the alien owner of the place as he finally peeks his head out now that the commotion has died down. "Peace." Jayale says softly, moving her fingers a little, barely able to feel them, "One of your tennants had something explosive stored and when some... idiot shot his blaster in an attempt to rob me, things exploded. It will be paid for."

    For a moment the owner didn't look like he wanted to buy it, but he soon nodded and responded in his own language what she said before turning to walk off. "I abhor having to do that... but it is for his own good. After all, if he started talking about what he saw... it would likely put him and his family at risk."

    Jayale was far too injured to do much at this point beyond stand there in front of Galen, clothing torn, bloodied in points, burnt, and looking like she was struggling to stay standing.

    "I am no rebel, but I do not turn my back on anything. I accept the past and move forward. If you wish to cut your leash... it rests upon your hip. You do not need that lightsaber you cling to. Nor do you need my components or crystals. It is your choice in the end. But it is a choice you need to make here, and now, if what you say is true. Galen, Starkiller... it hardly matters what you call yourself when you continue to hold onto your past. Move on. As I have." And suddenly Jayales legs give and she finds herself collapsing onto her backside in a rather undignified posture, knees half under her.
Juno Eclipse   The former Imperial Inquisitor known as Galen Marek will suddenly hear his earpiece buzzing to life, amidst the crackle of static and an exceptionally poor signal.

    [Going to kill you for what, precisely?]

  Ever so slightly peeved and crisp in its neat, clipped tones placing it as a voice from Corulag, Juno Eclipse sounds annoyed at best and downright frustrated at worst. The line buzzes as the ship presumably moves, possibly in orbit, or possibly hanging right over the warehouse. One can never tell with a specialty stealth-capable transport like that.

  Galen might hear the sound of switches being flipped and buttons being pushed with a little more violence than may be strictly necessary over the Rogue Shadow's comm link.

    [I /know/ you're down there, Galen. If you're not back on this ship in five minutes or less, I'm coming down there to drag you back aboard myself. It's too dangerous to go haring off like that by yourself. At least tell me where you /are/, next time.]

  Perhaps embarrassingly for Galen, that's probably all audible thanks to the poor signal, and inherent loudness, from the signal boost Juno's trying to put her comm equipment through -- like a bad cell phone signal, it's too loud and slightly distorted.

  Something low rumbles through the warehouse, a basso frequency so low it might rattle the teeth. It's a sound and sensation Galen would recognise intimately -- the engines of the Rogue Shadow as the ship hovers very close indeed.

  In fact, if he exits the building, he'll find the ship hovering nearby. It's low enough to the ground to leap aboard as he once did during his mission exits, and the sleek, predatory lines are facing the structure almost dead-on. Its solitary weapon is thankfully not primed, and it's not even an attack ship, but the thrum of its engines are still a little intimidating to some people.

  Juno snaps again over the comm link.

    [Come on, then, finish whatever you're up to in there, and let's be on our way. It's too dangerous to stay in one place.]
Galen Marek     Galen shakes his head, brushing his weapon slightly. As the owner of the complex is turned away, presumably by Mind Trick, Galen closes his eyes. "I'm still wanted," he says, "I have a price on my head, and someone I need dearly to protect. So... I can't part with my weapon. I may have strength with the Force, but this Multiverse is tricky. A blade in my hand is assurance that I can defend and protect what I need to. However... I do need some time. To rethink my course, and figure out precisely what path the Force has in store for me. It... it shouldn't be abused the way I do. I can see that now. Perhaps there will be answers along that path."

    As his comm crackles to life and he hears Juno, he gives an almost pleading look toward Jayale. "She... she already found me," he says, his voice laced ever so slightly with panic. "Either she tracked my ship's signal, or... PROXY told her. Oh man..."

    He shakes his head, smiling softly despite his danger sense almost exploding currently. "Hey... do you need a ride for some aid? It looks like I'm going to be leaving on a different ship, so you can take the pod I brought if you need it." He looks up, seeing the Shadow appear just above them. He heaves another sigh, then raises a hand. "I'm sorry, for whatever that's worth right now. I lost myself, and found myself again now it seems. Hopefully next time we can meet on more civil terms." He leaps, landing on the ramp. "It occurs to me that I didn't get your name. I suppose... there was a reason for that, but anyway... see you around, I suppose, Miss Former Jedi." He takes a deep breath, then turns and walks into the Shadow proper, bracing himself for the storm that awaited in the cockpit.
Jayale     Jayale says nothing as she is left, the conversation and Galen leaving taking its' course simply enough. And then he was gone. "If you wish to speak to me again." Jayale says as she reaches out through the Force, "Inquire with the Union. But I will have nothing to say to you unless you have started down the path of moving on. Do not placate yourself with a need to protect others. A Lightsaber is a symbol more so than a weapon. You defend nothing with it, you just use it as a tool. A stick. It... makes the Artisan within me distraught to see a Lightsaber used in such a fashion."

    And then she falls still to collect herself, looking around through the Force as she sat still on the ground, legs tucked under herself and collecting as much strength as she can. At which point she pulls out a comlink to contact her astromech droid to go about trying to get some assistance.