Return to the Jedi Enclave (closed)

As soon as they touched down, Lents isolated himself from the rest of the group. He disappeared into the depths of the undercity with which he had become so familiar during his years living with the Jedi. In a forlorn alley several levels down, lit only by residual econo-lighting, he stopped and screamed his frustration. He slammed his uninjured hand into a wall and kicked it as hard as he could; however his relatively light boots didn't provide much protection and a jolt of pain shot up his leg. He cried out in pain, then sank to the ground, grinding his teeth. He hadn't even had a chance to get his other hand healed, and the bones were crushed down into what felt like a coarse dust. It was so damaged, it didn't even register pain, just a numb throbbing. Lents clenched his injured fist, trying to elicit a response from his nervous system, hoping for a fiery wave of pain would drive up his arm as punishment.
It was his fault. Everything that had happened at the Sith Temple had been his fault.
He had nearly gotten them all killed with his personal vendetta to validate his Knight title, and Rayn was captured. One of the few good friends Lents had made since he had left, and now he was captured by the Sith, imprisoned to whatever they had planned to do with him. Lents let out another roar of rage as he imagined the Chiss master's face, calm and condescending to the efforts of the Jedi. What was his motive? Why would he want Rayn? Why did he allow them to escape? He could have easily destroyed them and kept Rayn to himself. Was He using them as a lure to the Jedi Enclave? But Lents had encountered the Sith before, and knew that he knew of the Jedi on Coruscant. Obviously he didn't care for them. So then what did he want with Rayn? And Lents remembered what the Chiss had said in the training arena. They both wanted the downfall of the Emperor. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend..." Lents said out loud, hesitantly. But the Chiss was also his enemy. Was if possible to have three-way enmity? Of course it was, but the Chiss had expressed a desire to work with Lents in bringing down the Emperor. After which they could then settle their own score.
But Lents couldn't just forgive the kidnapping of Rayn. That was his personal responsibility. But was there anything he could really even do about that? He had just returned from an utterly disastrous foray into the Sith Temple, and that was only an infiltration mission, so he could slay a dark apprentice and get out of there. But then everything had fallen to a karking mess. How bad would it be to try to break in, when a Sith master was very well aware of him, and to steal back a person that that very master was watching over?
It was hopeless, completely hopeless. Lents didn't know what to do at this point, but he knew what he couldn't do. He couldn't go back to the Sith Temple, and he couldn't stay on Coruscant. He would continue his original journey: to find and unite the Jedi. Then when the day came that he would be strong enough, with a mighty enough army of Jedi at his back--whenever that would be--he would assault the palace and make up his debt to Rayn. A debt owed for abandoning him to the Sith.
Lents stood up, and the blood rushed out of his head. "Don't worry Rayn," he said "I'll come back for you. I swear it."

Lents re-entered the camp with new resolve. The weight of his actions still weighed heavily on him, but now he understood his limitations--now his eyes had opened to the true danger of the Galaxy, as opposed to the romantic view he had had just a few short months earlier. He was ready for the mantle of Knight. He wasn't going to tell Master Beckoaret of what had happened at the Sith Temple, but now would behave as the Jedi Master Beckoaret thought him to be.
He slipped in through one of the side doors and was assailed by Sarvina--Skeang's Zeltron apprentice--and her pheromones. "Yes?" Lents asked in an emotionless tone. Maturity absolved emotions.
"I just wanted to say that I don't think it was your fault--what happened back there." She looked at him with sad puppy eyes, trying to drive into his feelings.
Lents laughed, but it was empty. "That's a very nice thing to lie about. But you know as well as I do that it was because of me that we were all at the Temple in the first place. And I wouldn't exactly say it ended well."
Sarvina pouted, emitting an even stronger dose of pheromones. Lents' nose twitched "It's alright, just let me... ease your troubles." She pushed up against Lents seductively.
Lents' mind was being overpowered by the false seduction of the Zeltron. He shook his feathered head, pushing her away. "I'm not a Sith, nor a Neo-dark sider. I do not allow my emotions to rule me. Yes, I have guilt for what I caused, but I have become wiser by my mistakes and won't allow negative feelings to dominate my mind."
Sarvina straightened her body, putting her hand on her hip. "Even if it doesn't depress you, you still admit you regret what you did there. So you're saying it wasn't worth it to allow Skeang to save my life? I would have died at the hands of those sadistic monsters, but it was only because of you Jedi and Neo-Jedi stirring up the place that I was able to escape with my life."
Lents turned his head, surprised. He hadn't thought of that.
"So we lost one man--he's not dead yet. You can always go back and rescue him later. But me? If you hadn't gone, I would be dead, and you can't rescue someone from being dead."
Lents froze. Sarvina had a point. Maybe the expedition wasn't as disastrous as he had believed. He would eventually return to rescue Rayn, if was still salvageable later on, and they had recruited another anti-imperialist to their cause. He looked the Zeltron straight in the eyes. "Thanks, Sarvina. We'll be glad to have you with us."
With triumph aiding his resolve, Lents walked through the camp, already preparing to leave for another foray into the dark galaxy. It could still be saved.

*occ Hurrikaine was very detailed in describing this part I have no arguments with it so I'm not gonna waste time and post as 2 different people for the following action, if Hurrikaine wants to change something I told him to bother one of the admins about it*

Hurrikaine watched helplessly from a far his mind was calling out to them for help but no response from his body. It felt strange to him, he called out orders to his body but at the same time heard the commands of this presence controlling him and his body would only obey the latter. He was nothing but a spectator in his own world. The control over his body was all but lost. He had some curious upgrades to himself though. His body while larger and heavier moved much smoother with almost a grace to it that he had never felt before. His large powerful yet clunky arms had been moved to one side of his body and the other had been outfitted with a sleek arm, very agile, nearly limitless ranges of motion could be obtained with this arm and it held the light saber with more confidence then he had ever been able to. The tranquility and calm he had learned as a jedi had been broken by this upheaval. He heard the order in his head and moved out.
He ran forward moving with a quick pace the jet pack he had equipped himself with was now using to stabilize and increase his speed while running. With what could be called grace he reached Skeang jumping many feet into the air kicking him in the back of the head. As Skeang turned to see Hurrikaine behind him he plunged his light saber into Skeang's head, moving it slightly creating a hole. Landing on his shoulders he quickly forced several explosives down the hole where Skeang's head was quickly growing back. Flipping himself off of Skeang's shoulders knocking down Sarvina with relative ease. He then heard his voice speak.
"Fugitives will not be tolerated amongst the sith your capture is imminent."
He heard a scream as he grabbed Sarvina in his 2 arms running at full sprint toward the ships. He felt his captive struggle but only to be knocked unconscious by a light blow to the head.
Meanwhile Skeang had been totally stunned by what was happening to him. His head had only regrown enough for him to utter one phrase.
"Take cover! This is gonna hurt!"
Barely able to finish the phrase the explosives placed in his neck and throat detonated splattering him all over the walls leaving nothing but a pair of burnt arms and legs where he had stood.
Hurrikaine quickly made his way to the ship in the commotion loading Sarvina in and preparing for take off.

Skeang was very sore, his arm flapped around finding a leg and pulling the two limbs together new tendrils formed connecting all the limbs. Splattered pieces inched from across the walls piecing together as the destroyed parts grew back. His head finally formed he felt very disoriented coming back.
"What the hell happened? That one hurt a little bit."
Skeang started heading toward where Hurrikaine had run to as he heard the master's voice. He ran to Lents.
"Cmon Lents I would of laid around longer if I didn't expect to run after him the only thing here is our ships they can take care of themselves we gotta save em before something else happens."

Lents hurried over to Skeang's dismembered body. His eyes widened "You're recovering fast. How long do you think until you're fully healed? We're supposed to stay here until you're well enough to chase after Hurrikaine. Master Beckoaret told me to go with you. If the Sith have learned of our presence here, it should take them a little while to get an assault force, so the Jedi have to leave ASAP, before that can happen. If you won't be recovered by the time the Jedi leave, we should hide elsewhere so we don't run into an entire Imperial battalion."

"Not towards the Sith Temple, huh." Of course, that didn't mean the Jedi were safe--it would just have been a matter of recording Hurrikaine's coordinates to locate the Jedi Enclave, but it would make tracking him and Sarvina down much, much safer. "Alright, so we don't know where he's going, but it's obviously somewhere off-planet. Where should we begin looking?" Skeang had been around quite a bit longer than Lents had and would have a much more finely developed sense of street smarts. "How do we pick up his trail? He thought for a moment. "Would it be within reason to sneak into the planetary traffic control towers and steal the clearance logs? They could make a quick strike, take the data they needed, then follow the coordinates logged for Hurrikaine's ship's first jump.

"Sounds like a plan. I'll take the Rush into the upper atmosphere to get a good vantage and stay out of the way while you go in low and raise a little chaos.
Lents went to the Illuminant Rush and entered the cockpit, feeling the relatively new fabric of the seat and plasteel of the control panel. It was a nice ship. He unlocked the system with his fingerprint security and long manual password, then eased up the engines, taking her into a steady ascent in the direction of the Traffic Control Tower for this sector of the planet.

*alright, let's move this over to the new Planetary Traffic Control Tower thread so that the Jedi Enclave can do its thing; we got another Jedi coming that's going to branch off what just happened*

Master Beckoaret came through the camp, urging Jedi to pack hastily and efficiently. He had a datapad out, and was making marks on it, keeping track of who was going where. He couldn't have all the Jedi exile to one planet, but if they spread out, they risked less of a chance of being caught by Sith.
He saw the Chevin--Odottaa--talking to one of the other human Jedi. He came up and put one hand on each shoulder. "Jedi Jecoe, where are you headed?"
"The Enclave on Kashyyyk, Master."
"Alright, Odottaa, you go with him."
A quick pat on the shoulder and he moved on.
He came to Jedi Ashara, a twi'lek, and Lirri, one of the new Padawans. "Jedi Ashara, do you know where you are headed?"
She shook her head "No Master. Is there anywhere you'd like me to head?"
Master Beckoaret pondered for a very short moment. "You should go to Kashyyyk with Jedi Jecoe. You too Lirri. I know you just got here--believe me, this is the worst timing for all of us, and for that I apologize deeply--but we all need to leave Coruscant before the Sith get to us. You go to Kashyyyk with Jedis Jecoe and Ashara. Don't worry, they are fine warriors, and they'll protect you.
He patted her on the shoulder, then moved on again, continuing to bring order to the madness of the Enclave.

Lirri watched Master Beckoaret leave without saying a word. Kashyyyk! She had never been off-planet before, and she didn't exactly like the idea of traveling to the Wookie world.
"Are you packed?" asked Jedi Ashara.
"There's nothing for me to pack," she replied. "Let's go."
Together they walked outside the enclave to climb aboard the ship taking them to the Kashyyyk enclave.