A COLLAB BETWEEN ME AND THE GM
 



He could still hear the screams of the incocent he'd slain. The blood of younglings on his hand. He heard there screams over and over again like a wave smashing against the shore. He saw his master's face before him as she fell to the ground, her eyes becoming lifeless. This dream he had dreamed a hundred times and the dream he would dream a hundred times again. Like a never ending cycle of pain and regrets. 19 years he had been alone and for 19 years he had seen the true horrors of the galaxy. He had seen slaves kill each other for a few credits. He had seen men do things he would not wish upon his worst enemies. So you would wonder how Markus, after all the things he went through would not have fallen to the darkside.

[color=00aeef]There is no emotion; there is peace. 
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge. 
There is no passion; there is serenity. 
There is no chaos; there is harmony. 
There is no death; there is the Force.
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This was the code that kept him walking, breathing and fighting for the 19 pathetic years. Walking without purpouse through a dark hallway without end. And then he saw salvation not through a sign in his dreams. Not to a sudden realization in his mind. But through blood, sweat and violence. He had seen the Mandalorion menance first hand. Hell he had even fought it. But it was then he realized that he himself did not have the power to defeat this evil. And now he journeys to a place he had thought he would never lay his eyes on again. Dantooine, his home.

He finally awoke the nightmares falling back into the corners of his mind. the sweat falling of his brow. He stood up from his bed and made himself proper. For years he had waited for this moment, For years he had feared it and yet loved it. And now it was time. He heard the warp drive turning of as he extited warp space. He knew he was home. And yet he wonderd how his home would greet him. With kindess and open arms? or with arms closed and eyes of disapointment staring him down. He ponderd it as he enterd the cockpit of his ship and looked down at the swirrling plains. He then send a signle message down to the enclave simple and open. " This is Jedi Knight Markus Bionte. Asking premission to land."

The workers at the landing pad of the enclave looked up at the sound of a ship's engine in the distance, the ship itself making its way toward the enclave. One of the workers received the message and looked at it. "Markus Bionte?" He scrolled through the archives of names, not finding anything. "But, it says here he was killed. Dead." The worker looked to the man next to him with question-filled eyes. 

"Don't look at me, I don't know what to do in this situation. Let me go down to Vrook. He'll know more about this mess than us." He proceeded to step up from his seat and quickly leave the control room. 

Now alone, the dock controller sent a quick message back to Markus. "Give us a moment. Our information says that you're dead. We're looking to remedy the situation."

Makrus raised a brow when he saw the message.

" Well isn't that a bit rude?"

"It's an embarrassing mistake. Wait, we may be able to solve this. The landing codes! What are your landing codes?" 

Markus sighed a deep and stressfull sigh.

" Now i remeber why i didn't come back in the first place". He mumbeld to himself as he send the codes to whatever idiot was down there.

"And... One moment. Aha! You're cleared to land." The worker stated, looking out the window and noticing his partner returning with Master Vrook. "You can land in zone three, you'll be met with Master Vrook. Boy, would I hate to be you right now."

As the ship started to aproach the landing path the ships desgin would be described as simply.. Mandalorian. Markus  stood up from his flight seat looking at master Vrook as he walked towards the ship. Markus hated being the bearer of bad news. Sadly he would not be spared this.

Vrook Lamar was beginning to reach the stages of an older man's life, his hair already balding, but he seeemed to have judgmental anger much quicker considering the hard look in his eyes and his slanted brows. His robe trailed against the stone floor of the enclave as he moved toward Markus's ship and awaited the lost knight's appearance.

As the  ships docking port opened up to him he looked  straight in the eyes of the old master. Even after all those years the old's man's eyes where still as strong as all those years before. And yet with all the annoying memories he felt when he saw this man he also felt the feeling of home washing over him. And as he brought his hood down he knew he was home." Hello master Vrook it's been a long time hasn't it?"

There was a cold silence between the two as Vrook stared Markus down. His thoughts were his own until he opened his mouth. "Some might say it hasn't been long enough. Nineteen years and thought dead along with your master. Tell me, what brings you back to the order now?"

Markus chukkeld a little as he opened his robe and lifted a small holotape. Slwoly drifting it towards Vrook." Being the bearer of bad news of course. And to mabey serve the order i once called home and familly."

The old master glanced at the tape Markus presented and slowly unclasped his hands to reach out and take it. An inexperienced observer might have missed certain things, but Vrook had already looked over the Mandalorian make of Markus' ship. Vrook remained silent as he turned away from Markus to view the tape. 

On the tape he witnessed a first person view of someone atop a giant mechanical beast. A droid, it seemed. The thing screamed, and Vrook began noticing that it looked like a helmet view. A droid plummeting out of orbit with a single rider on top of it straight into the midst of battle on a planet. A planet as it seemd that was completely unaware of the sudden assault. Hundreds and hundreds of armored men, no, Mandalorians storming unready people. Butchering them. Those that managed to draw their weapons were not capable of standing against them. The view shocked him, and he wondered if something like this had happened; why wasn't anyone talking about it? In the end, he saw a fleet of ships being loaded with soldiers to take off with no known destination. But, a Mandalorian mass of this number was stunning enough. Vrook closed the tape and turned back around.

"You're fortunate to have brought this tape with you. If we had heard of Mandalorian raids without this, you coming with that ship would raise suspicion. Personally, I'd have arrested you and thrown you in a cell." Vrook stated, pausing. "How did you get this tape, and how did you escape?"

" I was on the planet when the attacked, i was one of the few that was even able to draw weapons before the came down. It wasnt a simple raid master. It was an invasion. The mandalorian crashed into me. Being a Jedi gets the attention of Mandalorians for some reason. Anyways  i was able to end the man's life destroying the beast he was on. I then realized he was recording the enitre time. I took the helmet with me stole one of there ships and made my way over here as soon as this bucket of bolts could  fly. And now i once again stand before you old friend. War has come to the galaxy once again Master Vrook. And i am the messenger of it."

He had lied about stealing the ship. Considering it had been his for 19 years  since he stole it from the dead mandalorians on Zyggeria. But he didn't want His old master to know such things.

Vrook pondered on the repercussions and consequences of things regarding the tape. "The evidence of war seems difficult to argue against. We will see in due time whether this is 'our' war to fight, or the Republic's. I'm going to take this to the council and the council will discuss matters, especially since this was not an invasion of the Republic." In truth, Vrook understood it was only a matter of time for a outer rim world to be struck that wasn't a neutral world. That planet was a  launch point, a point of operation. "The Jedi haven't forgotten what war does and what happens to its students. Exar Kun and Ulic Qel Droma have left a scar that might never be erased. I assume you remember where the living quarters are, there are open rooms. You will be called upon to speak and answer questions to the council when the time is right."

Markus simply nodded and walked past the master not blinking once." Thank you". He then kept walking into the halls hearing the whispering of curious pawdawan and the suprised tones of jedi knights. He saw a few faces he still regognized from long ago. And also a lot he didn't recognize. It didn't matter anyway. Soon these faces would be lost in the war to come. Old faces and new faces alike.A single tear rolled of his cheeck at the tought of so much potential that would be wasted. So much glory that would never see the light. Then again live is simply a road you walk upon. Some are short and horrible others are long and full of regrets. And others are full of hope and succses. As he enterd the old sleeping chambers he walked towards the balcony it had. He looked out over the dark fields. And took a seat at one of the tables. Quickly sleep took him over and he would sleep. A deep and peacefull sleep. This time not full of nightmares. But of peace.

Zhar Lestin was on his way towards the combat training room to meet with his students, but he had multiple things to set in order first. He had just met with one of the newest students who transferred over from Coruscant, someone he was excited to see train. But, after that meeting he felt a familiar aura in the force. On his way down the hall he saw an open door and an exhausted Markus passed out with his head resting on the table. 

He walked inside of the room and took note of how battered and tired the man seemed. Even in sleep, Zhar could feel his imbalance. Zhar grabbed a blanket from the bed and draped it over the man, even going so far as to slide a pillow under his face. "Rest easy, friend. We'll talk soon." The master left the room and went on his way.