Enter the Prodigal Knight

Enter the Prodigal Knight
Date of Scene:	14 March 2014
Location:	Kothla, Deep Void
Synopsis:	Kyle Katarn goes investigating a newly-Unified world rife with Dark Side energies and spooky Sith ruins. But it seems that someone was already there...
Cast of Characters:	414, 778

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Revan has posed:
It was a jungle world, not altogether unlike Dxun, the lush and untamed moon of Onderon, with its thick vegetation and wild beasts. At dusk, shadows rose up, obfuscating hidden depths between the trees. The jungle was hardly silent, nosy with predators and their prey. What faint illumination present was cast by the setting sun, and only one of the three moons had risen.

Perhaps most ominous of all were the ruins that rose up beyond the jungle, marring the landscape with a palpable, ancient evil. At once grotesque and strangely beautiful, the dark stone cast its own shadow over the landscape, helped in no small part by the mountain it rested upon. A winding staircase at once beckoned and threatened the intrepid explorer, inviting secrets...and disaster.

Kyle Katarn has posed:
Dxun's not a world Kyle's unfamiliar with. He's also been getting blips from this unknown world as well. The Raven's Claw emerges from hyperspace, slowing to an approaching speed as it begins to make atmo, then moving planetside.

In the cockpit, Jan and Kyle are tense, as they are whenever Kyle gets his 'feelings' again, those weird blips in the force that herald what tends to be something crazy. "You think this is a good idea?" Jan asks, regardless looking for a good clearing to land near where the temple is placed, a clearing for the ship to land.

"Nope. But we're going in anyways. You know the drill, stay near the ship and ring me if something happens, otherwise I don't want a repeat of Artus Prime." Kyle says, unbuckling his seat's straps as the ship touches down and the canopy opens. "Got a bad feeling about this, all the same."

"Get back here in one piece, alright?" A peck on the cheek, and Kyle's off as usual.

The swoop stays where it is this time, affixed to a compartment on the underside of the ship, as Kyle hoofs it on foot. With his stamina and speed, he won't have trouble with making it towards the temple itself and back.

What does worry him is the sheer WRONGNESS that's been gnawing at him since the ship made planetfall.



Some of the jungle appears to have been cleared already, and recently. Someone has quite obviously been to this place recently. But if there is a clearing with a ship in it, it must be on the other side of the mountain.

The /wrongness/ of the ruins only intensifies the closer one comes to it, and no vegetation at all seems to grow on the rocky cliffs, though whether that is from the natural ecosystem or the taint for the ruins remains to be seen.

At the end of the stairway, two giant figures are poised as if standing guard over the doorway; they appear humanoid, though their features are obscured by both their height and whatever ravages the planet's climate wrought upon them. The door they guard had been closed once more, though the dust around them had been unsettled -- more proof of a recent visit.

The door itself is covered with the strange glyphs of its architect's culture. Whether they provide instructions on how to enter or whether they indicate the function oif the ruins is only apparent to one who can read them...or one strong in the Force.

What is immediately apparent, however, is that the ruins are filled with the Dark Side.



"Sith temple." Kyle decides. "Still fresh too." He frowns, this place feels like Dromund Kaas all over again. He presses on though, he's no rookie, and this kind of taint is nothing he hasn't been exposed to before. Regardless, his every step is hesitant as he keeps a hand close to his lightsaber hilt, expecting a fight or worse as he produces a glow-lamp in hand.

He eyes the glyhs, running a hand across one or two of them slowly. "Got a bad feeling about this before...now it's worse." He mutters.

Revan has posed:
The door inexplicably opened as Kyle ran his hand over the glyphs; they seemed to respond to someone with Force abilities. It rumbles and with the grinding accompanying the movement of heavy stone, the twin panels part, admitting entrance into the dark maw beyond.

Once inside, however, the hallway seemed to be illuminated with crystals mounted into sconces carved from the stone wall. Likewise, elaborate, decorative scrollwork was carved into the walls, at once foreboding and yet strangely beautiful, as if the culture appreciated some aesthetics.

The floor itself was partitioned, formed from precisely formed panels, leading on through the faint light. The only sound seemed to be a faint rumbling beyond the walls, slightly overhead.

Kyle Katarn has posed:
Door open, and Kyle wanders in slowly. He narrows his eyes, glow-rod (Or flashlight, whatever.) shining through the darkness as crystals shine everywhere. "Hnnh." He continues to wander down the hall like this is a spooky house attraction. "This wasn't the best idea I've had, not going in alone anyways." He mutters.

And then rumbling. He looks up and suddenly his heart sinks. "Shit." He begins to run as fast as his legs can carry him, sensing out with the Force every step ahead of him in the event of there being some sort of trap underfoot as well as overhead.

He's a seasoned coolguy adventure, so naturally he's going through a mental checklist of deathtraps.

Revan has posed:
Suddenly, spikes!

Down from the blackness above drop what appear to be stalactites, rough-hewn from the same rock making up the corridor. They seem to project Kyle's movement, crashing to the floor in front of him, threatening to impale him with an earthen world of hurt if he's not careful. Fortunately, just before they drop, a soft chime issues from their origin, almost warning /when/ they'll drop, if not /where/. It will take not just the Force, but some forethought and careful timing to navigate the stalactite rain.

And judging from the scattered broken stones nearby, someone else had already successfully navigated the trap, even if some are scattered among the bones of those who failed to.

Kyle Katarn has posed:
The lightsaber is unclipped from Kyle's belt, and he begins to get a little careful in his steps as he stops just before he's hit with spikes after hearing each chime. His lightsaber flourishes, and he slashes at each one that falls. "Nasty." He grouses in between dodging and slashing.

His eyes look down at the bones at his feet. "Really nasty. Guess I wasn't the only one that tried to get in here before." he muses as he continues down the hall, methodical in evading the traps.

Revan has posed:
Once the raining stone death was cleared, the high ceiling descended once more into a far more comfortable corridor. At least, for about fifty paces.

The corridor again opened up into a wider, taller chamber. This time, the 12x12 tiles on the floor seemed to be missing, revealing the blackness of an endless pit below them.

Whoever had been through the ruins before Kyle had successfully navigated the metaphorical minefield of collapsing tiles. On the other hand, it would still demand a good amount of balance to progress from tile to tile before reaching the other side, where the corridor narrowed once more, fading into what seemed to be a large -- yet trap-free -- chamber beyond, watched by smaller stone guardians.

Unlike the statues outside, these were free from the fierce erosion that pummeled the others, and their facial ridges were much easier to discern.

And beyond the two watchmen, was a presence strong in the Force...

Kyle Katarn has posed:
Kyle's only about to stop when he notices a massive void in the path. "Are you serious?" He protests aloud, shaking his head before he thinks for a moment. He rubs his chin, extinguishing his lightsaber before he begins to vault across towards where he notices the statues.

His trek progresses across after he holds out a hand, hovering over one of the statues to form a bridge. "Sorry, fella, but I'm on a tight schedule." He says, leaping onto the makeshift bridge to amble across nimbly enough.

He leaps off when he's clear, and he picks up that presence with a stumble in his step. "Whoa. I'm not alone after all..." Kyle thinks, heading towards the chamber.

Revan has posed:

Thanks to Kyle's quick and unorthodox thinking, traversing the rest of the trap was fairly easy. Not so much for those who had gone before, whether they were Jedi, Dark Jedi, or the occasional unfortunate fortune hunter whose remains no doubt lay at the bottom of the inky blackness below.

The short corridor beyond opened up into a much wider circular chamber, the walls carved with intricate glyphs and even entire scenes. On the far end of the chamber, a large statue stood ensconced in a nave hollowed out from the wall, easily towering over the previous statues. Its features were likewise more distinguishable; to those who had encountered them, the statue honoured a long-forgotten ancient Sith of the original race, possibly a ruler. But the source of a more immediate concern was at the base of the statue: cloaked figure who was very much alive.

Seeming to be engrossed in the strange glyphs carved on the base, the figure has its arms -- clad in bronze vambraces -- folded over a bronze cuirass etched in maroon, pacing as it studied the ancient writings only moments before. The face was obscured in the shadows of the cowl, and a black cape fastened at the shoulders drifted behind it as it paced. Legs were hidden beneath a black hakama, making it difficult to judge movement, which lended itself to an almost graceful appearance. The faint light reflected off of silver cylinders at the waist; a pair of lightsabers were attached to rings suspended from the abdominal armour.

At Kyle's approach, it stopped, turning to face him, and the light cast from the crystals within their sconces revealed that the figure's face was covered by a rust-and-black Mandalorian mask.

The figure, whose intent was impossible to read through the Force, paused, as if waiting for something as it seemed to regard the new arrival. If there was any Light within that person at the foot of the Sith, it was nearly impossible to tell from the overwhelming Dark Side of the Sith ruins.

Kyle Katarn has posed:
It's times like this when Kyle Katarn wonders why he keeps doing this sort of thing to himself. He sees the dark-clad figure, eyes narrowing as his blaster pistol clears leather with the kinda speed a Wild West gunslinger would be wary of tussling with, the weapon trailing center mass.

He gets a bad reading off of the figure, what with the Mandalorian mask and armor, the dark cloak, and the overwhelming feeling of darkness radiating off of him...her...whatever.

"I don't know who you are or what you want here. So let's start there. Next, helmet and hood go off, so do whatever weapons you're carrying." He says, his off-hand gripping his lightsaber hilt tightly.

"You only get one chance dealing with me, pal."

Revan has posed:
The moment that Kyle drew his blaster, the figure's arms appeared to blur as only a well-trained Jedi or Sith could, drawing its lightsabers at the sign of the threat. The blades flared to life in the familiar snap-hiss, but the blades themselves were not the sort of hue typical for a Sith. Instead of an angry blood-red, the blades were deep blue, like those of the Jedi Guardians. if this was indeed a Sith Kyle was dealing with, it was either a recent fall, or a very unorthodox one. There was of course another possibility, but what would a Jedi be doing in such an evil place?

The figure remained where it stood, standing perfectly still, as if studying him. That is, until he made his threat.

The cowled head shook slightly. It's voice was hard to discern from behind the mask and from that distance; was it a man or a woman?

"I'm afraid not," he or she replied. "It would be wise for you to leave, now."

Was that a threat, a warning, or what?

Kyle Katarn has posed:
Blue lightsabers. This one's packing blue. Kyle actually blinks a moment, remembering how Jerec and his cadre of darksiders used their old lightsabers before they themselves fell, or the ones stolen off of dead Jedi running from the purge. He even remembers using Yun's, when Qu-Rahn's was destroyed.

But it's clear Kyle won't last long against someone this skilled in Jar'Kai techniques. Sparring with Revar made it apparent he was only holding out through sheer combat hardening and stubbornness. That said, Kyle's never one to hold back himself. He holsters the blaster before his lightsaber enters a two-handed grip, his stance recognizable as Djem So.

His response ought to speak for him, as he focuses for a moment, then grits his teeth as he charges forth at the other force wielder, Sith, Dark Jedi, or whatever else this one could be. With lightsaber flourishing, Kyle slashes downwards when he's in striking distance, following it up with sidelong strike should the first be parried.

Revan has posed:
The "Sith" doesn't seem phased by the sudden attack, bringing the left lightsaber up to bear into a parry. It was simple enough, yet even as he/she parried, the right lightsaber was already in motion to deflect the next strike, and the left one already bearing on Kyle in a downward sweep. However, for a trained Jedi, such a strike was able to be dodged or deflected, almost as if he was being tested.

Moreover, the fluid motions were indicative of the Niman form, one that was less demanding in its training, yet able to be wielded to dangerous efficiency, as Exar Kun had proved long ago. Even still, a Sith would have surely countered with a much more brutal attack.

Was this mysterious Sith testing him? Toying with him? Or was he/she actually reluctant to use lethal force?

Kyle Katarn has posed:
Niman. Kyle's seen that style too, at least with the students around the Praxeum anyway. This is a pro, pure and simple, someone well above that level and possibly even more skilled than himself. He blocks the second saber, before backing off in order to let off a flurry of strikes of his own. His own style works best with redirecting force anyways, already beginning to press the assault in retaliation.

"Ngh!" He's being toyed with, that's for sure, or perhaps being tested. Kyle can tell this much, the warrior better pick up his or her game if this fight's going to end quickly. Not that he's going to hold back himself, as he slashes towards the masked possible-Sith's ankles.

"Niman too, huh? Not bad." He comments, before he then slashes upwards.

Revan has posed:
The black-clad Force wielder still does not press the attack, but frustratingly parries with seeming ease and practised, almost feminine grace. Though the footwork below the hakama is hard to discern, it's clear that he or she has been relying heavily on it. A good place to start would be there.

This must be a new Sith, because for all the martial skill, he/she hasn't seemed to master the art of monologuing in lieu of quipping. "Djem So.that brings back a few memories...I think. Hard to tell these days. Happens when you have your mind wiped, you know."

With a sudden sidestep towards the right, the cloaked figure dropped the lightsaber in his/her left hand...

...And suddenly reversed the grip on it to swing it forward towards Kyle's face.

Kyle Katarn has posed:
To be quite honest, Kyle vastly prefers a Sith more suited for quips rather than entire rants about how they are gods among men and all that usual garbage. He was even braced for the monologue for the moment before the warrior speaks again. "Yeah. It's worked pretty well so far." he grunts, before he evades the blow and bats the cloaked figure's hand aside.

"Nice try, but I -invented- dirty fighting in Skywalker's academy."

He cracks a smirk before he backs off to let off a kick, displaying the sort of flexibility that would be better expected from an assassin than a soldier. All the same, Kyle's fast and he hits hard, that boot aimed right at the masked mug of his opponent before he whirls around quickly, lightsaber slashing at the cloaked warrior again.

Revan has posed:
If the "Sith" seemed annoyed by the continued quipping, he/she certainly put up a good show, keeping the dialogue going. "It has its strengths and weaknesses like anything else" Seriously. this might get annoying for a seasoned Jedi Knight. Did this Sith even know who he was? And he/she made its point by blocking the kick with...

...Another kick? This was definitely not a conventional Sith /or/ Jedi, not above using the more mundane tactics that both sides frowned upon. From beneath the mask, the figure 'tsk tsked" softly. "Now, now...Master Vrook would say this was unbecoming a Jedi..."

The figure, which seemed almost easygoing at first, seemed to intensify at the mention of the "Skywalker academy".

"Is that a new Sith academy?" it demanded. "Tell me, and I'll think about letting you go. Oh, and don't think about trying to trick me; I was a Sith once too, you know."

But before the figure could continue, Kyle's next strike got in while he/she was far too focused on closing into the mystery he/she was seeking.

The figure evaded in enough time to avoid damage, but not enough to avoid having her mask knocked off. His/her body language suggested surprise for only a brief moment. Straightening, the now unmasked figure turned to glare at him, revealing the face of a relatively young woman with a right grey eye and left blue-violet eye...and no Dark Side corrosion whatsoever.

Kyle Katarn has posed:
"Can't say I know a master Vrook myself." Kyle retorts back, before he notices that blow of his being blocked with one from the other. He blinks suddenly, as he's the one being interrogated. "Sith? Former? When the hell are you from? First off, no, I'm not a Sith myself, that much is obvious. Second, that's none of your business, but we don't teach Sith teachings there, I'll tell you that much." He's hesitant about the whole Jedi Academy on Yavin thing, with how well this is going as a first-impression>

His kick strikes true however, and he notices that this woman is NOT Sith after all. Her eyes are mismatched, but neither of them have the yellow markings of Dark Side taint... "Son of a bitch. You weren't kidding." Kyle says, lightsaber raised at the ready just before he senses other presences enter the chamber.

"No, she was not. Neither of you are Sith, and you will DIE all the same for tresspassing on our sacred grounds." A guttural voice rasps, and Kyle's eyes dart behind the woman to spot two yellow eyes staring them both down, and a cloaked figure is joined by several other men and women in robes, toting lightsabers which emit red blades and that deep snarl of a Sith weapon igniting.

Kyle eyes the Sith warriors as they circle himself and the pale haired woman, "Truce?" He asks, before suddenly he faces one of the bigger warriors, a Zebrak from Dathomir it seems, as he initiates a back-to-back pose with his foe-turned-temporary-ally.

Pause. "Katarn, by the by. Kyle Katarn."

Revan has posed:
For a moment, the would-be Sith looked as if she was stunned and about to hit him with at least a dozen more questions. At least until they had company of the genuine Sith persuasion. "Dammit," she muttered under her breath. She frowned slightly, studying the interlopers for a split second before the first was joined by yet more actual Sith.

"Works for me," she told him, apparently jettisoning their earlier "disagreement" easily enough. "Looks like we'll have a lot to talk about after this." If she wasn't confident, at least she knew how to make a good front.

While surprised, the Guardian caught the toss of the radio, reserving her curiosity for a more auspicious moment in time. "Sure...I'm Lowri Revan-Shan. Lowri is fine..."

Her eyes flickered back toward the closest Sith, dropping back into an en garde stance. "But you guys can just call me Revan."

Kyle Katarn has posed:
"Great." Kyle's taking this better than the other Sith are at this point, their rage palpable as Revan introduces herself. "She is the traitor! The one who killed Lord Malak, and the one who slew our brothers aboard the Star Forge!" Yeah, Revan got a LOT of enemies out of that one. Kyle just shoots Revan a 'You too, huh?' look before he focuses back at the Sith surrounding them.

There are eight of them in total, one of them carries a doublesaber, one dual wields, the others use standard sabers in varrying styles, one of them using Shien with a pair of lightdaggers even, with spiked hilts as though they weren't deadly enough as is.

"Bring it." Kyle grins briefly, before the Sith charge, The one dual wielding regular lightsabers gets in range of Revan, while the oldest, and therefore the leader, engages Kyle with fencing techniques that Revan might notice are that of a Form II duelist. The twi'lek currently engaging Revan swings her lightsabers at the ex-Sith, snarling out in fury as she pounces like a jungle cat.

Revan has posed:

The once Dark Lord of the Sith flipped the rest of the hood back, letting the thick platinum blonde braid fall down her back. Might as well free up some peripheral vision, since this fight was about to get a little more interesting.

Revealing her name to them had been part of her ploy; sooner or later they had to drop some hint of her quarry.

Revan just shrugged at Kyle, as if to say "What can you do?" She had made some friends and even some adoration, but she had expected that there were going to be a lot of unhappy people, too. And that was just the Sith Academy on Korriban alone.

"I suppose an apology won't make things better?" she queried with a faint smile. Not that she expected an answer, naturally. And whatever personal angst she had on the matter would have to wait.

Revan might have been less powerful than when she was at the height of her power as a Dark Lord, but she retained more than enough skill and power since her "rebirth" to take on a few Sith. The first few are dispatched easily enough, but the dual-wielding twi'lek was proving to be a little more of a challenge. Of course, the Guardian couldn't resist. "There's much more than even just power in the Light, you know it's not too late to turn back."

Kyle Katarn has posed:
"Shut up." The twi'lek snarls, robes flowing behind her as she lets them go to reveal a form-hugging bodyglove of some sort, made with red and black, with light armor padding. She's not going it scanty like a certain lethian twi'lek obviously, and it's clear she's not settling for negotiation. "You don't have any idea who you're dealing with, or where you are for that matter!" She screams, her lightsabers flourishing, striking as one. "I will kill you, and then they will make me a Darth for having slain the traitor!"

"Get in line!" Another, the massive zabrak with the double-saber growls, his weapon spinning like a circular saw as he swings at both Kyle and Revan. "If anyone's gonna be made a lord, it's me!" Kyle evades the strike while dealing with the old guy, casually decapitating another of the more unremarkable Sith warriors, then cleaving another. Soon enough it's just Kyle and Revan against the terrible trio, their leader inwardly sighing at the childish bickering of his subordinates.

"How do you guys get anything done?" Kyle jabs, either at Revan or the old man as he evades another strike from the latter, parrying the followup. Despite himself, the elderly leader actually responds. "With a -lot- of patience."

Revan has posed:
The royal blue lightsaber blades became a blur of circular motions as Lowri deflected the twi'lek's strikes before slamming her with a Force Push. "So, why don't you tell me? What is it you're hiding, exactly?"

Never let a good opportunity for information go to waste.

She had to toss up a resistance shield to absorb the blow from the Iridonian, though once she did, she had the opening to give him a good swing with her right-handed lightsaber. Her response to him was an almost exasperated sigh.

At least their superior had something of a sense of humour. "Sometimes, it just isn't worth it," Revan quipped. "Having to watch you back all the time gets to be a real pain. No real friends, no family...it's a pretty sad existence."

She did like to wear opponents down mentally as well as physically. Why fight an enemy you didn't necessarily have to fight?

Kyle Katarn has posed:
"Tch. Sentiments. It's no wonder Malak abandoned you." The old man grouses, before he ducks as Kyle slashes overhead at the sith acolyte. "Your friend's style is unrefined, too focused on brute strength and-*URK*"

"And you're too busy criticizing your opponents to actually focus, gramps." Kyle snarks, as he ekes in a good strike at the old man's side, a painful burn left as the Jedi sends his opponent back with a force push as well.

Meanwhile, the twi'lek and zabrak continue their assault, the former striking low and the latter coming down on Revan like a torrent of rain. The twi'lek's blades strike out to trip Revan while the big guy's double saber thrusts at her to skewer the ex-Sith lord.

"Arrogant bitch!" The twi'lek hisses like a snake, her blades arcing upward. "We'll slay you both and the Jedi Knight, just like all else who bypass the traps set here!"

Kyle meanwhile ends up running out of luck as he takes a grazing slash to his stomach, then ends up on the ground as the Zabrak moves over to him. "Stinking Jedi." THe brute snarls, extinguishing his lightsaber and clotheslining Kyle to the ground. His boot raises, but he feels a blaster bolt burn through the boot and into his foot with a scream of pain before he stumbles back, a second shot rings out, and the elder falls to the ground dead with a smoking hole in his forehead. The big guy takes another two shots to the chest, but he seems to no-sell them as he slashes down at Kyle with his lightsaber, only for the blow to be blocked by Kyle's own weapon.

Revan has posed:
"He fell prey to his own thirst for power, as the Sith always do," the tall blonde started to remark before Kyle got in his strike. Hopefully, he'd find peace, eventually.

The dual attack proved a little harder to evade; as Darth Revan she could have simply called down an entire lightning storm -- at least, some vague memory of it, at any rate -- but as a simple commando-turned-Jedi, (if only in false memories) it proved a little harder. Even as she evaded the lower strike, the Zabrak's saber painfully scored her arm. Time for some more down-to-earth tactics.

Revan dropped low into her knees, ducking under another swing from the twi'lek before driving her elbow had into her solar plexus in an Echani martial arts manoeuvre to take the wind out of her.

"Unrefined, maybe...but it works," she commented dryly, finishing up with an even more undignified head-butt and a more refined swipe with her left lightsaber.

Kyle Katarn has posed:
Kyle's got the big guy's attention for now, and the Jedi stands up after sending the hulking Zebrak back with a force shove again. He leaps to his feet, leaving besides his blaster for the moment as he and the brute dance for a bit. Lightsabers clash against each other, until Kyle manages to sever the double-bladed weapon's hilt until the Zebrak has only one working end to use. He snorts like a beast, charging at Kyle with saber swinging.

The Jedi easily evades that blow, ducking down before he calmly sends the Zebrak flying towards the wall with one last Force Push, then pulling over his blaster pistol to level it at the brute's head.

He eyes the hold Revan has her own opponent in, raising a brow. "Echani? You're full of surprises, even for an ex-Sith." He allows a grin before he levels the blaster at the twi'lek. Flicking a switch of some sort, he fires twice before the Sith Assassin falls unconscious. Her last surviving comrade growls out, wounded by breathing and conscious.

"Why spare us?" The brute growls, yellow eyes glaring at Kyle. "Should be killing us by now."

"Maybe you two deserve a chance. The old man's not a Darth, but he was too set on his path. You two on the other hand can't be too old. Twenty-five at the least for you, your friend younger." Kyle explains, trailing his blaster at the wounded apprentice. His and the twi'lek's youth are apparent now, both Kyle and Revan have noticed.

"...your point? They'll have us killed if we come back to our lords unsuccessful."

"You're not going back to them." Kyle holsters his weapon at last, producing a credit chit and tossing it at the zebrak's feet. "That's enough for you two to get to the nearest station and grab some food." He says, kicking aside the damaged lightsaber. You got a ship?"

"...yes."

"Good. Get going." He nods to Revan to turn the twi'lek over to the big guy. "You're not needed anymore, the lady and I are old hands at wandering through ruins, it seems. There anybody else we need to worry about in the temple?"

"No thanks to you, no."

Revan has posed:
As the Sith Assassin stumbled back coughing from the blow, Revan didn't give her the chance to recover. With an even swipe with both lightsabers working in concert, she disarmed the disoriented twi'lek, sending her lightsabers scattering in opposite directions with a flick of her wrists before Kyle blasted her into unconsciousness.

So Kyle had been paying attention. That deserved some respect; even many Jedi were so focused on the internal that they tended to be oblivious to the external. Redeemed as she was, that tended to frustrate Revan a little. "Muscle memory," she offered the short explanation with a shrug and a slight smile.

She scrutinised the Knight as he offered the remaining two mercy...admittedly, just as she would have done. Jedi didn't kill their opponents.but Jedi also didn't use blasters. Interesting.

"Trust me, it's a life you won't regret leaving. You'd be amazed at what life has to offer away from the Sith philosophy," she commented, deactivating her lightsabers and returning them to her belt before she dusted off her sleeves. But in spite of her nonchalance, she offered a warm, genuine smile. In spite of her hardness of a warrior, she couldn't help but reveal her compassionate side. the Sith might think it soft.but her lightsaber would often say that she could back it up with some necessary hardness if one pushed the issue.

Kyle Katarn has posed:
The Zebrak scowls before he creeps over, picking up the twi'lek and muttering out, "C'mon, Hanaki..." He seems to do alright even with a wounded foot, hoofing it after crawling out of a hidden passage that might lead out of the temple.

"So what's your reason for being here? Some kind of artifact or whatever?" He asks, scruffing his beard. "I'd also switch that radio on if I were you. Might be good to see what I mean by alternate timelines and universes if you just give that a shot first." He says, eyeing the room for a moment before he spots the entrance out. "So. How long you been since you got back on the wagon?" Yeah, we're going there with that analogy.

Revan has posed:
Once the two remaining Sith had limped away, the other Knight sighed softly. Looked like she had some explaining to do...but how to keep it vague enough to keep anyone else from getting killed by getting embroiled in her campaign? She might not have recognised the Jedi who had become her de facto ally, but that hardly meant she was going to risk getting him embroiled in this mess. "Information," she admitted after a brief pause of consideration. He'd earned that much, at least. "The Council wasn't wrong...there was /something/ behind the Mandalorians. I intend to find out what it was."

Of course, that was before he started babbling about timelines and universes. "I'm...sorry, but I'm not following you there." Revan might have had one of the more flexible minds of her era, but what he'd said made little sense to her.

She studied one of the glyphs that she had been ruminating over before the interruption as Kyle asked her another question. It was a rather strange one; what jedi hadn't heard of the destruction she'd wrought? He should have known more than she did. "Three years, I suppose? You know about the destruction of Taris, I take it?"

Even as she asked, she stopped looking t the glyphs long enough to study the commlink. It was definitely an odd bit of technology. "Just who does this communicate with, if I might ask?"

Kyle Katarn has posed:
"Hm." Kyle listens, folding his arms. He probably could've done better with explaining what's going on, and he forgot his pamphlets at home besides. "Long story short, we're part of some sort of galaxy in a galaxy. A multiverse, seems like. All these worlds converging together via portals and...hell, I'll try and get someone to explain once that radio's on."

He motions to the device itself, holding up a matching on in his hands connected to an ear-bud. His finger points to a button. "This is the synch button, it defaults to a broadband system. It's moderated, so behave."

Beat. Revan begins to try the radio out for herself, before he rubs a temple trying to remember some things. "Mandalorians....man, we haven't heard much from them in a while now. There was a kid from clan Ramsair who helped get students and one of the teachers to the Praxeum, but otherwise, there's not much I know of since the clans went dark, Mandalore's still under reconstruction after a couple darkside whackjobs tried to take over and.." He wobbles a hand. "It's complicated. Taris, I don't know much. I've heard a bit about what happened there, but otherwise the planet's pretty obscure around my time."

Revan has posed:

The Prodigal Knight had, if nothing else, a flexible mind. But even this new knowledge was testing the limits of that flexibility. In the Force, many things were possible, but little of what the strange Knight said made much sense to her.

Especially when she activated the comm link. She could follow each voice easily enough, but /what/ they were speaking about, not so much.

"Something...is definitely not right, here," Revan commented almost helplessly.

Kyle Katarn has posed:
Looking at Raven, Kyle just rubs his temples. He feels like he's thrown Revan into the deep end, and with the multiverse, it's ALL a deep end really. Still, she needs to know what she's up against here. And Kyle's short on options for proof. So...damned if you do, damned if you don't.

"Sorry." He says at last, shrugging before he wanders towards the quick-exit those two Sith took on their way out. "We'd better go before we end up going crazy with all the dark side influence this place has. Get to your ship, mine isn't far from here. We'll explain things once we meet up outside a gate." Suddenly Revan's ship will be picking up a friendly signal by the time she gets there, no doubt. "For what it's worth, welcome to the multiverse." He smiles over his shoulder, before heading on out with a lazy salute of sorts.

Revan has posed:
Kyle certainly did throw her into the deep end, but if anything, she seemed to be enjoying it. In fact, it looked as if she hadn't been able to really enjoy herself like this for a long time.

But...he did have a point about the ruins. "Point," she conceded. "It looked like a dead end, anyway."

Which was visibly regrettable. Here she had hoped she was one step closer to the evil manipulating the Mandalorians, and even the Sith Empire she had once commanded...only, the glyphs revealed nothing, in spite of their architects.

"Thanks," she said before heading back to the Ebon Hawk, and meant it. She probably wouldn't have been able to take the Sith on her own, not there. Even if this idea of a "multiverse" was more than just a little beyond her comprehension.