To Construct a New Lightsaber

The first sense that started working was sound, though it all seemed oddly muffled. The sound of creaking metal and fire were near her. Sounds of the ship’s computers and other alarms blared faintly. The next thing Quinn noticed was the thick smell of smoke and chemicals that assaulted her nose. She coughed and gagged as she inhaled. The smell of the smoke and other chemicals leaking out of the ship was enough to make her gag but the taste of blood in her mouth and nose made t worse. Slowly, her brown eyes opened. At first her vision was blurry and was a mess of color and light. She blinked several times, forcing the picture in front of her to become clear. Above her she could see the sky poking through the giant hole that had been ripped into the hull of the ship. Her pounding head struggled to make sense of what she saw. Why could she see the sky? What was going on? Where was she? Quinn struggled to remember where she had been and why she could see the sky.

Suddenly it all came flooding back to her. She’d been on a ship to Dantooine. They had just come out of hyperspace when… when suddenly they were someplace different. She remembered the feeling of falling then seeing mountains and trees then… nothing. Her body tensed up as she came to the horrible realization of what had happened. As quickly as the memory of the crash hit her so did the pain. Her chest felt like it was on fire and her throat burned from breathing in the smoke from the crash. Quinn blinked several times in an attempt clear the picture. She was lying on her back. How had she gotten there? Slowly she looked down at her body to see what was damaged. It was then a wave of pain crashed into her head. Reaching up she felt blood on the side of her face. It had matted her hair and left it stuck to the left side of her head. Carefully she touched the spot, it hurt but the wound felt shallow.
“Hello!” she called, her voice hoarse and weak. “Is anyone there! Please!” She didn’t have time to worry about how desperate her voice sounded. There was no answer. No call from the shredded ship that surrounded her. Quinn glanced over her arms, and once seeing they appeared to be unharmed pushed herself to a seated position. Sudden pains in her leg made her regret the decision. Sticking out of her left leg was a a piece of metal roughly the size of her palm. Quinn cursed when she saw it and quickly turned away.
“Help!”
Her eyes landed on one of the other passengers who had been on the transport with her. She didn’t need to check to know they were dead. The force of the crash had smashed the Twi’lek’s skull in. The sight made Quinn’s stomach drop and she turned away once more. Seeing a piece of the ship ahead of her burning snapped Quinn out of her haze of pain. I need to get out of here. With a deep breath Quinn reached up and grabbed hold of one of the jagged pieces of wreckage to haul herself to her feet. Her legs felt weak under her weight and the piece of metal sticking out of her leg wiggled sending horrible pain through it. She cursed loudly and tightened her grip on the wreckage. The metal she clung to dug into the palms of her hands, cutting them open. Quinn cursed again as she reached out to grab something else to help her walk out of the crash site. Putting weight on her injured leg was nearly unbearable and caused her to cry out and curse again. Quinn glanced down at the metal that caused so much pain with each step she took. She moved slowly out of what remained of the largest piece of the crashed ship. At the edge of it the air was cleaner and she coughed again as the cold air shocked her lungs.
“Help!” she called again. She stumbled out of the wreckage until she was a few meters from the ship but then collapsed onto the ground. Quinn rolled onto her back and found herself staring up at the sky again. Quinn closed her eyes tightly, trying to think.

The desire to sleep crept over her. How long has she been lying there? However a jolt of urgency swept over her. She jolted awake. Something inside of her told her not to sleep, she couldn’t fall asleep if she did she’d die. With a groan she rolled into a seated position and examined her leg. Gingerly she felt around the wound. If she moved her leg it moved the metal and hurt her. But if she took it out she might not be able to stop the bleeding. With a groan Quinn stared up at the sky, wondering what she would do next.

Before he could even get a word in Malum had ended the transmission. It was around this same time that the men returned from prepping his starfighter. The Sith Lord smirked under his mask. He knew one thing, Malum would not have the better of him. If the black crystal was there, he would definitely have it. Nothing would stand in his way from constructing his second lightsaber. However, he did not know whether its hilt would be shoto or full length. He had heard tales of a saberstaff, also known as a double-bladed lightsaber. While the idea intrigued him, he wasn't sure if that was the right style for him. He needed more protection for the ferocity he often brought with him to the battlefield. A wrong move with a saberstaff could prove to be fatal. Within a few minutes Revan was aboard the starfighter, closed the hatch, and took off from the hangar.

Outer space...one could easily revel in the absolute serenity it represented. Its beauty was incomparable. However, he did not have long to lapse in the ecstasy of the moment. He was quickly reminded of the anomalies and began to find his ship being pulled into the planet's orbit. He wrestled with the controls before calming himself long enough to let the Force guide him. Once he did, the ship's trajectory became obvious to him. He began to let the controls drift down and a bit towards the right. As he did, he could see the fire around his ship, and he converted most of the power to his front shields. The craft began to speed up as it went into atmospheric entry. Revan had done this many times, but for any pilot this was always going to be an unknown. He would just have to trust that the Force would conspire in his favor. The starfighter's nose tilted further down, and the ship began to dive. Speed picked up. Revan braced himself, and he hoped for a decent landing. The controls froze up as the dive steepened. He could now see the sky and the top of trees. The trees were coming in fast. He began to wrestle with the controls again, but they were still frozen. Something told him to let go. He did, and he noticed the systems began to return to normal. He spotted a clearing, and maneuvered his way there somehow. As he came in for a landing, his ship skidded a few times before finally stopping.

The hatch opened up, and he slowly climbed out of his starfighter. It was a two-seater fighter, but he never allowed for anyone else to come along with him. He took off his mask for a moment, and took a few breaths of fresh air. as he turned towards the sky and looked around, he could see smoke from what appeared to be about several clicks to the southeast of his current position. It was on his way to the caves where the crystals supposedly grew, so it was likely that he would encounter something along the way. After all, unlike the elite units of the army, he did not care to carry camouflage technology with him. Revan let out a sigh before returning the mask to his face. He walked along side of the starfighter, and made sure the hatch closed before beginning his trek southeast. The Sith Lord had never been to Dathomir before. From what he could tell so far, it was nothing like what Malum described. He saw no witches, and no other inhabitants. Although, he was sure that he heard animal life. If all went his way, he would likely meditate in the caves and spend a few days before returning to the fleet.

"I don't understand the big deal about this place. Malum is just a coward. He will be the one that fails in whatever convoluted schemes he has been concocting. Those that hedge their bets do so because they have so little faith in the Force. I do need to remain focused though. The Force was definitely with me on that landing. If I hadn't calmed down, I could have crashed."

That's when he began to notice it. The air, the earth beneath his feat, the very tension...the Force was everywhere here. It gave off such a radiant vibe, and one could be ensnared in the sheer magnificence. It was likely that if there were inhabitants they would have to be Force-sensitive or they would likely perish. It was peculiar that way. The Sith and the Jedi both strove to temper the Force and mold it to their image, but the natural Force was an unbridled power. As he continued his walk he began to have thoughts of training on the planet some time in the near future. It would of course be in secret, and likely with an Apprentice if he ever found the time to train one. For now, his goals were just too lofty for that. Revan had now passed the equivalent of two kilometers, or two clicks and could begin to smell the smoke. Whatever it was that he saw early was now close, but his view was obstructed by thick brush and high trees.

"Prepare yourself."

Quinn Leer

The smoke grew thicker as he moved closer to his destination. Luckily, he had filters in his mask for just such occasions. His mind shifted from the goal in front of him to how he had even gotten here in the first place. The Force was powerful, but not so powerful as to rip him from his own timeline and bring him to a place that was a few years prior to his birth. As he was, he would go on to face turmoil. Through his several weeks here he had come to believe that the galaxy would continue to face turmoil until people had true dialogue and set aside their differences for the sake of greater possibility. As long as people held on to their pettiness and selfish desires, he genuinely believed there would be no lasting course for the galaxy to take. As it was, the timeslip was a change. Though he did not readily accept it, Revan quickly decided that he would become an agent of change in this era. Whatever actions the Sith Lord decided to take he hoped for the Force to guide him.

As the man grew closer to the smoke, he made sure his hood was up. He did not want to be outright recognized by anyone. Though he conducted most of his business from the shadows there had been talks of a renegade Sith faction that did not align themselves with the treaty. What many did not realize was that the Sith that formed the treaty had long since been dead. The Sith currently in power were the ones that killed the old regime. One thing that the new group lacked was the organization of the previous era, and infighting was constant between them. They were however all very ambitious. He even had to give Malum that much.

He sensed her before he ever saw her. Her connection was obvious as he sensed an instant shift in the Force. Though wild much like Dathomir, he could feel the fear. Though there was fear he could sense no malicious intent, so he was surprised when she shot the blaster in the air. It didn't startle him, but he did laugh. He didn't laugh long though. Revan looked up, and behind her. It wasn't completely visible through the smoke, but he had to warn her. Even though his expression could not be seen, he had to move quickly.

"If you can run, do so now. Run behind me, and wait in the brush. Do it! Now!"

Revan ran forward and vaulted into the air. Midair he extended his hand as a push and the power of the Force around him erupted into outward wave. The monster roared as it fell backwards. The Sith Lord returned to the ground and looked behind him. She was still there. Damn, please get out of here. I can't fight this thing if I have to worry about you. He wasn't one to yell, but he was getting close to it.

"Please, if you value your life! Do as I say!"

The beast got up and roared in anger. As the smoke finally began to clear the Sith Lord made out the frame of a large Rancor. Great, I would have to deal with a Rancor. Damn it! It was then that he knew that the single Force Push would not be enough. A multitude of ideas ran through his head as he looked for ways to defeat the monster while keeping it away from the obviously injured woman. He did not have long to wait as the Rancor took a swipe at him. He leaped out of the way and did so again as the beast took a second swipe. At this point, he would just have to trust that the woman was out of his way. Otherwise, the beast could make short work of the both of them.

Quinn Leer

When he was sure that she was out of the way he turned his full attention towards the Rancor. The monster kept swiping, and he kept jumping out of the way. He could feign the gap between power as long as he wanted to. However, that would just be him showing off in front of the woman he decided to rescue on a whim. He stopped jumping, and stood still. The air around him grew heavy as he began to gather power. Those without a connection to the Force would not understand why he was doing what he was doing at the time. He pushed towards the ground and slid back as the monster came in for an overhead smash. Revan then jumped up and kept thrusting his arms forward while simultaneously staying midair. The immense power pummeled the beast until it began to bleed profusely. The Sith Lord saw some of the wreckage sticking up and outwards like a pike. He concentrated as he grabbed hold of the beast with sheer willpower. It was heavier than his starfighter. He fell to one knew as he continued to push up and over until the Rancor was aligned with the makeshift pike. When it was about ten feet above the pike, Revan moved his arms in a throw down motion and the the beast fell on to the pike. It let out a blood-curling shriek before collapsing under its own weight, and dying from the wound inflicted.

Revan looked on to make sure that the Rancor was truly dead before panting to recover. The Sith Lord fell to the floor and rolled over. His chest steadily rose up and down as he looked up into the sky. The air was still thick with smoke, and the sky was hazy from the wreckage. He never killed a Rancor before. It was no easy task, and the amount of power he had to call upon to complete such a feat drained him of a lot of his energy. Still, he had the woman to worry about. From what he could remember, she had metal in her leg. Luckily for her, Revan had some extra supplies with him. He rose to his feet and walked back over to the brush.

"Hey, you can come out now. The Rancor has been taken care of. You look like you are the only survivor of the crash. Dathomir is a wild, and dangerous place. You would likely do well if you were to stick with me. Do not worry, I will not hurt you. Come see me, I have some supplies that will ease the agony you indubitably feel from your leg injury."

He laughed. Her joke had broken a lot of his reservations. The Sith Lord pulled off a pouch he kept on the side of his hip, and got down on one knee. His gloved hand tore away at the make shift bandage before he opened up the contents of his pouch. Revan then removed the glove on his right hand. The man held her leg up to his raised knee with his lift hand. With his right, he smeared a green paste across her open wound. She would chill before the properties of the paste began to work. He then took cloth that he had and bound the wound properly. If she could see beneath his mask she would she that he was smiling. Revan was amused that she could keep up such a disposition even after a crash landing, an injury, and a near scrape with a Rancor. Luckily, he had been there at the right time or she could have been dead. After he was done he replaced the materials, wiped his hand on a tree, and returned the glove to his hand. He then placed the pouch on his hip once more before standing up, and offering the woman a hand.

"I'm Revan. I figure I owe you at least that much. We won't be here very long. There is a cave not far from your crash site. I am only here for a crystal. After that, I'm leaving this planet. Was there anywhere in particular that you want to go? After all, the outer rim is quite a dangerous place."

Quinn Leer

It was probably good that the Jedi thought she was funny.  It was good to know that he wasn't a stoic-faced monk like the Jedi that Quinn imagined.  He set to work addressing her wound.  The leg of her pant had all but been ripped off, leaving the injured leg exposed from the cut down.  The man pulled her leg up onto his knees and pulled the shirt off of the wound.  A gush of blood came forward but was quickly covered up by the green paste he slathered over it followed by the bandage.  The paste was soothing and made the pain dull considerably.  Quinn was able to take several deep breaths and calm down.  Of course her entire body ached from the force of the crash, and the shallow gash on the side of her head and on her palms hurt but would heal on their own.  As he described where he wanted to go, Quinn just nodded.  Jedi and their crystals.  For the most part she zoned that part of the conversation out, only paying attention after he asked where she wanted to go.  At that her mood brightened.  Maybe she'd get to see her family after all. 

"I was on my way to Dantooine to pick up my mother and aunt," Quinn explained, groaning as she attempted to shift her weight onto her legs. The injured leg was far more stable than before but she still used the stick to stabilize herself.  "I have no idea why we ended up here but somehow we did.  It was crazy...the planet appeared out of no where."  Quinn shook her head, deciding to not dump on the guy who had saved her life.  Quinn was wobbly on her legs but she was ready to go to whatever caves he wanted to go to.  "I'm ready to--"  The young woman stopped and looked past Revan at the scruffy looking man walking towards them. 

Oh great.
Quinn pointed the blaster at the man, glaring.  No.  There was no way that she was going to escape a ship crash, an attack from a rancor, just to be killed by some kind of crazy forest-man.  The arrival of the man made her uneasy, though she couldn't be sure if it had to do with everything she had been through or if there was something off by him.  For a moment her gaze shifted towards Revan. 
"Don't suppose that this guy is a friend of yours?" she asked. 

He stood there a few moments more, it being the injured young girl who was the first to notice him as she was the one facing the same direction that he was standing. The question from the girl drew Revan's attention to Jareth now, though he didn't move to stand up until the girl was to her feet as well, only then was Revan standing to face him. Jareth smiled lightly, his white teeth shining a bit as he tilted his head. "No, i'm not with Revan, though that isn't by choice..." Jareth admitted with a small shrug, his hands now being held slightly in front of himself where the both of them could see them... making sure to do the best he could to show he wasn't a thread. At this point he was far from unarmed though.

Had he been less excited to see this scene, he might have produced an illusion, perhaps making himself appear different or sending a doppelganger out ahead of him in order to take any heat at first in case they were hostile, but he hadn't been thinking that far ahead. Besides, it was good they didn't know his skills right away, in case he would need to use them at a later point during these encounters that would follow. Regardless though, he was stuck in this situation now... and even though he was far from defenseless, he hoped that he wouldn't be faced with any hostility from the two of them.

He peeked over Revan's shoulder a little, smiling a bit down at the girl as he pointed gingerly with his hand to the gun she had pointed at him... through Revan's back. "The gun does you no good if you can't actually see me deary." He commented lightly before he was adding. "Besides, you won't be needing it." He finished before he was looking once more back to Revan, the grin not leaving his face as he saw the mask he recognized so well.

He sighed lightly, pacing back and forth lightly as he began speaking in reply to the questions that had been posed to him. "I am Jareth Sharl, i am a Member of the Confederate of Independent systems, but i doubt either of you know what that means." He began, answering the first question. When he was compared to a Jedi though he looked down at his lightsaber, giving a stifled chuckle at the comparison, shaking his head a little. "No... once perhaps, but now i've broadened my gaze." He commented before pointing at Revan. "It was almost laughable, but i'll try not to take it as an insult to my intelligence." He stopped finally, turning to face the both of them again though he had been sure not to move any closer to the pair.

"Where i come from, i considered myself a Follower of yours Revan. I must admit when i ended up on this mudball i wasn't actually expecting to run into you." He explained, stopping finally as he looked between the two of them.