Post by Mike on Jun 22, 2007 12:57:54 GMT -5
Mike: Ith'li was casually walking down the streets of what they still called Coruscant, looking observantly at the work that had been done here. It wasn't anything, comparatively, to what he had seen of Coruscant in holos, save for the Buffton Towers. Ith'li wondered why this was needed when so many others were starving or dying in remote areas of the galaxy. How could they have people move back to populate Coruscant when they didn't even have enough to even try to fill in the positions and systems they had before on other, smaller planets? He was high above ground level, though in one of the lower areas of Coruscant, trying to find his way towards the huge towers looming in the distance, passing shops and people and homes along the way.
Bobbi: She'd materialized in an alleyway, focusing her awareness through the Force to the point where she had become a solid being. It was still difficult, but she was getting practice with it so each time was a bit easier then the last. She'd been on Coruscant for a reason, visiting an old friend, and had come to find his presence there as well. The Force Specter stepped out into the light of the Coruscant day, weaving her way through the crowd. He'd passed not too long ago, so it would not take much effort for her to catch up to him. She made it easy, keeping her awareness through the Force as loud as it had ever been to him. If they link they had shared in life was still active, all though doubtful, he would no doubt feel her there as well.
Mike: Ith'li turned around immediately and stalked as if for prey in the other direction. He'd felt this a thousand times, it seemed, since Murra's death, but it was never truly her; the presence felt off. But this...this was Murra. But how? She was dead... To Ith'li, that left only one possibility in his mind on what could be happening. Walking quickly, he followed his feelings to where the presence was coming from...
Bobbi: She'd been walking with her head down, hair clouding her face from recognition. Had anyone caught a glimspe they would have seen a small, but playful, smile to her lips. It had been quite some time since she had gotten to interact with Ith'li, let alone play games within the Force. He'd brushed past her, and she had kept going. Her presence within the Force had dimmed, reutrning to it's brightness only after she had passed by him, her shoulder brushing up against his own as she passed.
Mike: Ith'li turned around, smiling. She was toying with him, it seemed. That was alright, he would play along. Following the walkway spanning the area between two buildings, Ith'li walked all the way to the end and took a right. There was a security pad there to a custodial door. Holding his hand to it, he turned in his gray robes and looked around, trying to seem inconspicuous. Badly. The door unlocked with an audible click and Ith'li entered quickly, closing the door behind him. It was a small room but a good-sized closet, so the former Sith walked to the back and bent to his knees on the floor, waiting.
Bobbi: Chuckling to herself, Murra turned, ducking into another out of the way location, just a small alleyway between buildings, housing rear accesses to each structure. Murra allowed her form to fade, floating back into the Force. A moment later, he'd have felt the air around him shift, and a shadow would appear just at the door to the small room. It wasn't solid, yet, but it was getting there. "I am glad to see you haven't forgotten how to play games, Old Man."
Mike: Ith'li kindled the end of the lightsaber - HER lightsaber - and watched the silvery blade spring to life as he stood to his feet and turned. "Hello, Jedi," he said with a smile. "Seems you forgot something here. Have you used this Jedi trick to come and claim it from me?"
Bobbi: As she looked at the silver blade, watching as it sprung to life in his hands, her expression saddened slightly. She missed that blade. Murra looked at him, her form becoming solid once more in the dim pure light of her...his weapon. "If I wanted to claim it from you, Ith'li, I would not have asked it to be given to you in the first place. Would I?"
Mike: He grinned and dimmed the blade. "Of course not, old friend. ...I'd embrace you, though I'm not sure if you're...corpreal." Pulling up a bucket and turning it over, he sat and placed his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together. "So then...I dare not ask how this is possible, but, why have you come here?"
Bobbi: She moved forward as the blade was extinguished, droping to her knees before him as he sat. "I am ...not sure yet...why I am here. All though, I am beginning to form an opinion on that matter. But, as for why I am -here- talking to you at this very moment? " She smiled again, and shrugged, "I am not allowed to haunt an old man while I have the chance?"
Mike: He grinned. "I've been doing some haunting of my own. I would have loved to have you to be my pawn yet again; instead I have to use your daughter. She's strong, but...I hope she understands why I need her." He grinned. "I'm trying to set something up - a high-ranking member of every faction; someone that has some sway, to be in a secret alliance. They can add new members, but none can know about who added them or any members other than the ones that invited them to join or the ones they invite themselves. In the end, it's going to ultimately come to Sadhric and I...we want to moderate the galaxy; have something around to make sure everyone stays in balance. The Keepers of the Dawn...catchy, eh?"
Bobbi: Murra nodded, "Sounds like you've been busy." She paused, as if lost in thought for a moment, then spoke again, "I am glad to see that you haven't lost that ambitous nature of your's. I am sure Ureala will fill the role as she feels she needs to. Just don't push your luck with her, she -is- my daughter after all..."
Mike: Ith'li smiled. "I wanted to make amends for what I've done to this galaxy. I need a way to do that where I will not be in direct control of things, but able to influence my ideas and those of the Mechanic about what we think is best for the galaxy onto the major players." He shook his head and sighed. "I don't want to be tempted with power again."
Bobbi: Nodding, Murra said "A wise choice. How is it coming together for you?"
Mike: "Not too well yet, but that is because we have only just begun. My first thing I plan to do and the reason I am here on Coruscant is to warn the Buffton leaders that if they do not govern fairly, I will be at their doorsteps in ways they can't comprehend."
Bobbi: "Do you think it will work?" She couldn't help but sound coy.
Mike: Ith'li shrugged. "I doubt it, but I should warn him. It's the honorable thing to do." He tilted his head sideways and said, "Unless you mean, will I be able to follow through; in that case, yes, I do believe it. He has the Mechanic working for him on a way to find or hunt those sensitive to the Force. I'm banking that Sadhric will trust me before Maltez, and hoping his loyalties lie with me, despite us being enemies for some time. If it goes that way, then there's no doubt in my mind I can make a point to Maltez. Look what Sadhric was capable of doing to the entire galaxy with Mekhetu. I know he could destroy some puny government."
Bobbi: "And how will you get him to listen to you, Ith'li? From what I hear he does not think of Force Users too highly..."
Mike: "Maltez, or Sadhric? Sadhric is intelligent, I'll have to appeal to his logic. To Maltez, I merely want to warn him. If he does a bad job, I will do all in my power to end it for him."
Bobbi: She nodded, "I know Sadhric will listen. He has enough respect for you to, in the least, listen to what you have to say. And, like you said, he is intelligent. You will have no trouble with him..."
Mike: "I don't want to gain anything by talking to Maltez. But he will know I am here, and I am a player in the game again. And if he has an idea of what I want, he may be distracted from the other things on our agenda, or not be able to recognize who is betraying him."
Bobbi: "I wont ask you to go into details, I doubt I was allowed to come back to know what you are up to. Besides, I am sure I will find out in some way, or another, while I am around. Just, watch your footing, Ith'li...alright?"
Mike: "You know me," he said with a smile. "I will risk my neck by telling him I am gunning for him, but Ureala will be safe. I just need someone in the Jedi ranks that I can trust to keep them on track, if need be."
Bobbi: She nodded, "I doubt she will be content to play the same role that I did, though. She will need to be pushed if you want her to stay true to your motives. I don't think I need to tell you why..."
Mike: "I will not put her in harm's way, but I will let her know why I ask her to do the things I will. If anything. I'm not sure if the Jedi will ever maintain order amongst themselves."
Bobbi: "I had made the mistake," She said slowly, "Of assuming that it was alright to leave them to their own devices. I had hoped that with the direction I had given them, with the hope that I had seeded in a few members, that Order would come about. In a way, it did, but not to the degree that would allow them to influence the return of balance. If you can achieve what I did not, if you can bring it about where I failed... please do, Ith'li."
Mike: "Anything for an old friend," he said as he reached out with his hand. With his open palm, he reached for her face, to caress her cheek...if it was even at all possible to touch her. "If only I had known how strongly I felt for you when it would have mattered," straining to smile.
Bobbi: Her eyes shut as his fingers grazed her cheek softly, her expression softening. She was solid, as vibrant in her being as she had been before death. Touch, the feeling of it, knowing that she could feel it and feeling it through more then just a tactile sensation; a sigh escaped her lips and she nodded softly. "I am sorry that I didn't get the chance to see you before I had to go." She whispered, not daring to open her eyes and to reveal the emotions swimming within them.
Mike: Ith'li was surprised that he could actually effect her; he had heard when a Jedi died they became discorpreal ghosts. This was...different. Pulling his hand away slowly, he said, "It was not your fault. You were taken...not by choice." Standing, Ith'li looked off to his right at the floor. "I...want to do what you didn't get a chance to. I want to help this galaxy, and if that means ridding myself of the power I can draw from the Dark Side, then that is what I must do. I vow that I will change this galaxy for the better or I will die fighting to that end."
Bobbi: Again, Murra nodded, taking a moment before opening her eyes to look up at him. "Do what you must, Ith'li, but becareful that you do not follow in my footsteps. Take care of yourself, and those that you have gathered to you -- those that are helping you achieve those goals, but be mindful of how their acctions will affect you... Try not to get wounded by the Force, it is a painful way to go..."
Mike: He smiled. "Will do."
Bobbi: She stood, pushing herself to her feet, watching him for a moment. "I should go, I can only hold shape for so long. I haven't mastered it, yet... I suspect I will be around for a while, so if you ...well, just look for me and I will be there..."
Mike: He nodded. "I'll learn how to find you," he said with a smile, and looked at her, waiting for her to go.
Bobbi: A small smile was given, followed by a reluctant nod of her head. Murra then turned, moving back off to disapear into the shadows she had come from, leaving him alone in the small room once more.
Mike: As she dissipated into nothingness, Ith'li fell to his knees and buried his face into his hands. There, the once-proud warrior questioned his motives and worth for the thousandth time...but this time, did so through the eyes of a peer. An enemy. A friend...a lost opportunity of happiness.
Bobbi: She'd materialized in an alleyway, focusing her awareness through the Force to the point where she had become a solid being. It was still difficult, but she was getting practice with it so each time was a bit easier then the last. She'd been on Coruscant for a reason, visiting an old friend, and had come to find his presence there as well. The Force Specter stepped out into the light of the Coruscant day, weaving her way through the crowd. He'd passed not too long ago, so it would not take much effort for her to catch up to him. She made it easy, keeping her awareness through the Force as loud as it had ever been to him. If they link they had shared in life was still active, all though doubtful, he would no doubt feel her there as well.
Mike: Ith'li turned around immediately and stalked as if for prey in the other direction. He'd felt this a thousand times, it seemed, since Murra's death, but it was never truly her; the presence felt off. But this...this was Murra. But how? She was dead... To Ith'li, that left only one possibility in his mind on what could be happening. Walking quickly, he followed his feelings to where the presence was coming from...
Bobbi: She'd been walking with her head down, hair clouding her face from recognition. Had anyone caught a glimspe they would have seen a small, but playful, smile to her lips. It had been quite some time since she had gotten to interact with Ith'li, let alone play games within the Force. He'd brushed past her, and she had kept going. Her presence within the Force had dimmed, reutrning to it's brightness only after she had passed by him, her shoulder brushing up against his own as she passed.
Mike: Ith'li turned around, smiling. She was toying with him, it seemed. That was alright, he would play along. Following the walkway spanning the area between two buildings, Ith'li walked all the way to the end and took a right. There was a security pad there to a custodial door. Holding his hand to it, he turned in his gray robes and looked around, trying to seem inconspicuous. Badly. The door unlocked with an audible click and Ith'li entered quickly, closing the door behind him. It was a small room but a good-sized closet, so the former Sith walked to the back and bent to his knees on the floor, waiting.
Bobbi: Chuckling to herself, Murra turned, ducking into another out of the way location, just a small alleyway between buildings, housing rear accesses to each structure. Murra allowed her form to fade, floating back into the Force. A moment later, he'd have felt the air around him shift, and a shadow would appear just at the door to the small room. It wasn't solid, yet, but it was getting there. "I am glad to see you haven't forgotten how to play games, Old Man."
Mike: Ith'li kindled the end of the lightsaber - HER lightsaber - and watched the silvery blade spring to life as he stood to his feet and turned. "Hello, Jedi," he said with a smile. "Seems you forgot something here. Have you used this Jedi trick to come and claim it from me?"
Bobbi: As she looked at the silver blade, watching as it sprung to life in his hands, her expression saddened slightly. She missed that blade. Murra looked at him, her form becoming solid once more in the dim pure light of her...his weapon. "If I wanted to claim it from you, Ith'li, I would not have asked it to be given to you in the first place. Would I?"
Mike: He grinned and dimmed the blade. "Of course not, old friend. ...I'd embrace you, though I'm not sure if you're...corpreal." Pulling up a bucket and turning it over, he sat and placed his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together. "So then...I dare not ask how this is possible, but, why have you come here?"
Bobbi: She moved forward as the blade was extinguished, droping to her knees before him as he sat. "I am ...not sure yet...why I am here. All though, I am beginning to form an opinion on that matter. But, as for why I am -here- talking to you at this very moment? " She smiled again, and shrugged, "I am not allowed to haunt an old man while I have the chance?"
Mike: He grinned. "I've been doing some haunting of my own. I would have loved to have you to be my pawn yet again; instead I have to use your daughter. She's strong, but...I hope she understands why I need her." He grinned. "I'm trying to set something up - a high-ranking member of every faction; someone that has some sway, to be in a secret alliance. They can add new members, but none can know about who added them or any members other than the ones that invited them to join or the ones they invite themselves. In the end, it's going to ultimately come to Sadhric and I...we want to moderate the galaxy; have something around to make sure everyone stays in balance. The Keepers of the Dawn...catchy, eh?"
Bobbi: Murra nodded, "Sounds like you've been busy." She paused, as if lost in thought for a moment, then spoke again, "I am glad to see that you haven't lost that ambitous nature of your's. I am sure Ureala will fill the role as she feels she needs to. Just don't push your luck with her, she -is- my daughter after all..."
Mike: Ith'li smiled. "I wanted to make amends for what I've done to this galaxy. I need a way to do that where I will not be in direct control of things, but able to influence my ideas and those of the Mechanic about what we think is best for the galaxy onto the major players." He shook his head and sighed. "I don't want to be tempted with power again."
Bobbi: Nodding, Murra said "A wise choice. How is it coming together for you?"
Mike: "Not too well yet, but that is because we have only just begun. My first thing I plan to do and the reason I am here on Coruscant is to warn the Buffton leaders that if they do not govern fairly, I will be at their doorsteps in ways they can't comprehend."
Bobbi: "Do you think it will work?" She couldn't help but sound coy.
Mike: Ith'li shrugged. "I doubt it, but I should warn him. It's the honorable thing to do." He tilted his head sideways and said, "Unless you mean, will I be able to follow through; in that case, yes, I do believe it. He has the Mechanic working for him on a way to find or hunt those sensitive to the Force. I'm banking that Sadhric will trust me before Maltez, and hoping his loyalties lie with me, despite us being enemies for some time. If it goes that way, then there's no doubt in my mind I can make a point to Maltez. Look what Sadhric was capable of doing to the entire galaxy with Mekhetu. I know he could destroy some puny government."
Bobbi: "And how will you get him to listen to you, Ith'li? From what I hear he does not think of Force Users too highly..."
Mike: "Maltez, or Sadhric? Sadhric is intelligent, I'll have to appeal to his logic. To Maltez, I merely want to warn him. If he does a bad job, I will do all in my power to end it for him."
Bobbi: She nodded, "I know Sadhric will listen. He has enough respect for you to, in the least, listen to what you have to say. And, like you said, he is intelligent. You will have no trouble with him..."
Mike: "I don't want to gain anything by talking to Maltez. But he will know I am here, and I am a player in the game again. And if he has an idea of what I want, he may be distracted from the other things on our agenda, or not be able to recognize who is betraying him."
Bobbi: "I wont ask you to go into details, I doubt I was allowed to come back to know what you are up to. Besides, I am sure I will find out in some way, or another, while I am around. Just, watch your footing, Ith'li...alright?"
Mike: "You know me," he said with a smile. "I will risk my neck by telling him I am gunning for him, but Ureala will be safe. I just need someone in the Jedi ranks that I can trust to keep them on track, if need be."
Bobbi: She nodded, "I doubt she will be content to play the same role that I did, though. She will need to be pushed if you want her to stay true to your motives. I don't think I need to tell you why..."
Mike: "I will not put her in harm's way, but I will let her know why I ask her to do the things I will. If anything. I'm not sure if the Jedi will ever maintain order amongst themselves."
Bobbi: "I had made the mistake," She said slowly, "Of assuming that it was alright to leave them to their own devices. I had hoped that with the direction I had given them, with the hope that I had seeded in a few members, that Order would come about. In a way, it did, but not to the degree that would allow them to influence the return of balance. If you can achieve what I did not, if you can bring it about where I failed... please do, Ith'li."
Mike: "Anything for an old friend," he said as he reached out with his hand. With his open palm, he reached for her face, to caress her cheek...if it was even at all possible to touch her. "If only I had known how strongly I felt for you when it would have mattered," straining to smile.
Bobbi: Her eyes shut as his fingers grazed her cheek softly, her expression softening. She was solid, as vibrant in her being as she had been before death. Touch, the feeling of it, knowing that she could feel it and feeling it through more then just a tactile sensation; a sigh escaped her lips and she nodded softly. "I am sorry that I didn't get the chance to see you before I had to go." She whispered, not daring to open her eyes and to reveal the emotions swimming within them.
Mike: Ith'li was surprised that he could actually effect her; he had heard when a Jedi died they became discorpreal ghosts. This was...different. Pulling his hand away slowly, he said, "It was not your fault. You were taken...not by choice." Standing, Ith'li looked off to his right at the floor. "I...want to do what you didn't get a chance to. I want to help this galaxy, and if that means ridding myself of the power I can draw from the Dark Side, then that is what I must do. I vow that I will change this galaxy for the better or I will die fighting to that end."
Bobbi: Again, Murra nodded, taking a moment before opening her eyes to look up at him. "Do what you must, Ith'li, but becareful that you do not follow in my footsteps. Take care of yourself, and those that you have gathered to you -- those that are helping you achieve those goals, but be mindful of how their acctions will affect you... Try not to get wounded by the Force, it is a painful way to go..."
Mike: He smiled. "Will do."
Bobbi: She stood, pushing herself to her feet, watching him for a moment. "I should go, I can only hold shape for so long. I haven't mastered it, yet... I suspect I will be around for a while, so if you ...well, just look for me and I will be there..."
Mike: He nodded. "I'll learn how to find you," he said with a smile, and looked at her, waiting for her to go.
Bobbi: A small smile was given, followed by a reluctant nod of her head. Murra then turned, moving back off to disapear into the shadows she had come from, leaving him alone in the small room once more.
Mike: As she dissipated into nothingness, Ith'li fell to his knees and buried his face into his hands. There, the once-proud warrior questioned his motives and worth for the thousandth time...but this time, did so through the eyes of a peer. An enemy. A friend...a lost opportunity of happiness.