The Oroko, above Taris, Wednesday
It wasn't tough to take his guard out. Zayne wasn't a very good Jedi, but he was trained as one, and that gave a huge advantage over a surprised opponent. The cuffs came off on his way back to the Last Resort. Sticking to the shadows, Zayne made his way to the entry ramp.
"I thought you didn't like our ship," Jarael called out. She had been waiting for this. "Now you want to steal it."
"What am I supposed to do?" Zayne asked. "I don't want to die for what they think I'm going to do. But Jedi prophecies are powerful. If there's a chance that I may become this... this thing they're afraid of, that I'll destroy the Order, then the best thing for me to do is disappear. Forget the Jedi ways. Forget my name. Forget everything It's all gone wrong. Everything I ever imagined for myself. And now I have to vanish. Be a nobody."
"t'd say 'Welcome to my life,' but oh wait, you ruined that!" Jarael snarked. "Camper and I had vanished. You turned over the rocks we were hiding under, and now you're just going to leave? What do you think's going to happen to us if you duck out on Valius? You think these hunters are going to send us on our way?"
Zayne turned back toward the ramp. "You heard Gryph. You're not part of this."
"We know ywhat you know! Will your Masters allow that?"
"I guess you'll have to take care of yourselves."
"I WAS TRYING TO!" Jarael yelled. "You're all weepy about having to be a nobody. I HOPE to be a nobody again! I WANTED to be a nobody! And Camper! Did you ever stop to think there's a reason he might not want to be found? That a man that brilliant might not have been born to live in a junkyard? I know he doesn't look it, but when I met him--"
"Met him?" Zayne asked. "I thought he was your father. What was it you call him?"
"Perero. It's Arkanian for 'honored elder,'" Jarael explained. "Camper rescued me years ago when I was in a bad spot. I swore in return to protect him from those chasin him, even after his mind started to go. And now I can't protect either one of us, thanks to you."
She shook her head in disgust and started to walk away. "Everyone has predators, Zayne. There's nothing wrong with running. But you don't endanger others to save yourselves. If that's the way you think, then your skills weren't the only thing keeping you from being a Jedi."
Everything Zayne had wanted to be his whole life, everything that had been taken away from him this past week, when he had finally been pushed this far... Jarael was right. He was undergoing a new trial. A REAL Trial, and he was failing. If this was the way he was going to respond, maybe he wasn't really a Jedi....
Zayne pulled his lightsaber from his belt and dropped it down the ramp. Jarael had been caught off guard by the sound, so she turned and bent down to pick it up. When she looked back up at Zayne, he was removing his cloak.
"I'm going to stop the prophecy from happening," Zayne said. "I'm going to turn myself in."
[OOC: ONCE AGAIN, events and dialogue from KOTOR: Commencement by John Jackson Miller and Travel Foreman (guest artist for issue #5).]
"I thought you didn't like our ship," Jarael called out. She had been waiting for this. "Now you want to steal it."
"What am I supposed to do?" Zayne asked. "I don't want to die for what they think I'm going to do. But Jedi prophecies are powerful. If there's a chance that I may become this... this thing they're afraid of, that I'll destroy the Order, then the best thing for me to do is disappear. Forget the Jedi ways. Forget my name. Forget everything It's all gone wrong. Everything I ever imagined for myself. And now I have to vanish. Be a nobody."
"t'd say 'Welcome to my life,' but oh wait, you ruined that!" Jarael snarked. "Camper and I had vanished. You turned over the rocks we were hiding under, and now you're just going to leave? What do you think's going to happen to us if you duck out on Valius? You think these hunters are going to send us on our way?"
Zayne turned back toward the ramp. "You heard Gryph. You're not part of this."
"We know ywhat you know! Will your Masters allow that?"
"I guess you'll have to take care of yourselves."
"I WAS TRYING TO!" Jarael yelled. "You're all weepy about having to be a nobody. I HOPE to be a nobody again! I WANTED to be a nobody! And Camper! Did you ever stop to think there's a reason he might not want to be found? That a man that brilliant might not have been born to live in a junkyard? I know he doesn't look it, but when I met him--"
"Met him?" Zayne asked. "I thought he was your father. What was it you call him?"
"Perero. It's Arkanian for 'honored elder,'" Jarael explained. "Camper rescued me years ago when I was in a bad spot. I swore in return to protect him from those chasin him, even after his mind started to go. And now I can't protect either one of us, thanks to you."
She shook her head in disgust and started to walk away. "Everyone has predators, Zayne. There's nothing wrong with running. But you don't endanger others to save yourselves. If that's the way you think, then your skills weren't the only thing keeping you from being a Jedi."
Everything Zayne had wanted to be his whole life, everything that had been taken away from him this past week, when he had finally been pushed this far... Jarael was right. He was undergoing a new trial. A REAL Trial, and he was failing. If this was the way he was going to respond, maybe he wasn't really a Jedi....
Zayne pulled his lightsaber from his belt and dropped it down the ramp. Jarael had been caught off guard by the sound, so she turned and bent down to pick it up. When she looked back up at Zayne, he was removing his cloak.
"I'm going to stop the prophecy from happening," Zayne said. "I'm going to turn myself in."
[OOC: ONCE AGAIN, events and dialogue from KOTOR: Commencement by John Jackson Miller and Travel Foreman (guest artist for issue #5).]