2.0 - Lure of the Lost

Heyop stops at the speeder and looks around. Getting off he'll check it out to see how long it's been here. "No one really has a need to come up here besides us in the last few months. Don't know what kind of coms they have. Message Romund. Let her know there's someone stalking about. Worse case it's an imperial agent of Malefax to check on his status and him being missing. Csillag you drive, it'll be easier to jump off if you're driving." he states his eyes looking around the area before he pulls his carbine checking the pack and readying the weapon in case he needs to shoot while sitting or diving off a speeder. With his jaw set he looks to the others, Csillag would probably remember Romund's torturer and captor the others not so much. Someone coming on a speeder out this way alone was either very powerful or just not use to having to be covert in their actions. "Lets take the back track up"

if it was an imperial agent, they wouldn't park there speeder where we could find it

His time of meditation having cleared his mind somewhat, Marc returns to the temple courtyard. He centers himself, then snaps out his double-bladed lightsaber, igniting both blazing green blades. He begins to flow through katas, slowly at first, then faster and faster, kicks and spins. The humming lightsaber blades describe double arcs of green. Finally, he slows, deactivating both lightsaber blades and letting is snap back to its place at his lower back. He is damp with sweat, chest heaving with effort. Marc sits calmly in the lotus position and begins to meditate once more, regulating his breathing and finding the calm center of his being.

"I guess... might as well go on up as normal, if they need to escape it's a bit of a run back to their bike." he concurs having Csillag lead the way as he hops on.

"Normal way it is then."

Taking Heyop's, thus far, gruff interactions as a warning, Joka pull up the rear without speaking. If these fellows are disinclined to trust, he wasn't going to force them. For now he is happy to take in the Temple before him. He could certainly sense that it was to this place the Force had drawn him.

He allowed himself the briefest of smiles. A warm sense of relief spread through his serpentine form. I'm in the right place.

be alert... but don't look like you're being alert...

Unable to keep his playful and sarcastic nature completely at bay, Joka quips, "So walk....casual?"

"Great, now I'm going to be self conscience about how I'm walking." Csillag says with a chuckle.

Marc looks up as he detects movement from the four approaching people. He stands, moving with deliberate slowness and rotating his hands palms open toward the group, so they can see he is not holding a weapon. His heavy blaster rifle is attached to the right side of his backpack, so they can see that he is armed and the wicked looking spikes on his armor, shield gauntlets and boots don't exactly make him appear warm and cuddly.

What is your business here? Marc asks. If your intentions are peaceful, well and good. If you intend harm I advise you to look elsewhere for easier prey

woah, hey there! bold words from someone who broke into our home!

Marc inclines his head slightly, I did not break in, sir. I am here visiting a friend. If this is your home, then I apologize for any offense, but I prefer to have confirmation from my friend before I take your word that this is indeed your home. Please do not be offended but I do not know you. I would prefer that you wait here until my friend arrives to verify what you are saying.

Marc contact Hethan Romund through the Multi-Band Comlink in his armor. Hethan, you have some visitors here; a Male Twi'lek, Male Mirilian, Female Human, and a Sluissi. They are claiming that they live here. Please advise, over.

Hethan comes rushing towards the entrance after receiving the call and smiles broadly at the five of you. "Welcome back! Have you found what you sought?" She looks eager -- and as she does so, the Curator and the Warden appear beside her. "Oh. Marc, yes yes. These are former students. Well -- and their new friend," she indicates the Sluissi. "Who is this then?"

Joka bows deeply. "I am Joka Xho. I was...drawn...here, to this planet. I ran into your former students and they were kind enough to allow me to accompany them here. I hope that is ok."

Marc salutes the group in the ancient form, resting his left fist in his upturned right palm. I am glad to meet you all. I look forward to working with you. He turns to Hethan Romund. My Lady, I will return to the chambers you showed me earlier if that is acceptable. I must continue to meditate to find peace and practice to grow more skilled. I thank you for your hospitality. Marc bows to Hethan Romund and walks back to the chamber she showed him before for meditation. He will continue to meditate and practice his skills, continuing to blend his hand to hand combat with lightsaber combat, practicing flips and rolls, working to perfect his sinuous style of fighting. Marc will be attempting to integrate a constant meditative state into his combat to heighten his focus and block out all distractions, this is to keep himself from giving into the Dark Side if he is drawing on the Dark Side of the Force.

"We ran into some issues on the mission. We're going to need to lay low and be mindful of people. But mission accomplished." Heyop lets Romund know once the newest or second newest guest left.

"He's definitely different than Urik..." he comments with a shrug, "Have him move his speeder bike inside when he's free. Let me know when we're installing the third one I'm a bit tired this time." With that Heyop goes to get cleaned up and take some rack time. He's had better days.

"Xho if you're mechanically inclined you might find several things to do and tinker with."