On History [Reira]

[Cap'n Failz]

Again he found himself standing at the sight of what had been an altogether unlooked for, if not wholly unwelcome, battle. The course it had taken was most unexpected, to be quite certain, but it had stirred a certain interest in his heart and mind. The others that had been involved continued to tug at his attention. Even now he kept tabs on each of them, casually observing through the Force their presence. Of them all, the one he had gathered to be the butler of the Hellsing estate intrigued him the most. His signature in the Force was...most interesting. It was only a passing interest, to be sure, but it had occupied his thoughts a for fair time.

The subject which continued to draw his thoughts again and again was the other Force-user that had taken part in the battle. She was neither amongst the dark depths he had once fallen to and still walked among nor the great lights the Jedi Order held themselves to. He had sensed quite clearly, and even seen, applications of both the light and dark sides of the Force. Some uses were novel indeed, though the way she had used the Force was not what held his interest.

It was more of her simple presence here; her simply being on this planet. He had told no one to where he was going when he had left on his journey, and had instructed under pain of death not to attempt to follow him. Only the minimal crew of his personal vessel had been aware of his goals, and they were dead now. That ruled out him being followed in that manner....as did the unfamiliarity of her presence in the Force. He had, with the aid of the Star Forge, searched every planet among the Republic and beyond, for every prominent Force signature, ferreting out those Force-sensitive, and not run across this particular signature.

The possibilities that left were quite intriguing to ponder. Perhaps she was a powerful enough Force-user to have hidden herself from such a powerful searching out of Force-sensitives even when she knew not that it was coming. Perhaps she had simply eluded his search or been outside of the range of his search. It was admittedly obscenely large, and covered nearly every known planet....but not all of them. Both possible explanations, but not so likely.

Other options included more outlandish ideas, which would have been laughed off as ludicrous by a few of his companions. The very thought brought an amused smirk to his masked face. But these outlandish options also seemed the most likely. It was amusing to ponder, but...perhaps another era in time. She had come before his own days, or not yet been born in his own life. Perhaps the most likely, though the other -- something of a parallel world or universe to that of his own -- was also an equally valid one to conjecture upon.

Such thoughts were pointless, however. He turned away from the scene of the battle and stalked away. His cape billowed about him as he went, his stride swift and powerful. His mind spread outward, brushing against the minds of all those in this city, searching for one particular presence....ah, there she was. It was a simple solution: rather than rely on pointless conjecture and countless "what-ifs" and "possibly" solutions, he would ask her directly, and put his wandering mind to rest.

He made no effort to hide his coming from her, knowing full well it would serve his purpose far better to arrive announced than to suddenly appear. That could be construed horribly wrong; and he was not particularly in the mood for a battle. No. He made sure to allow his signature in the Force to spread out before him quite noticeably, but made equally sure to keep it at rest and ease, a clear designation he had no hostile intent.

[Saasha]

So he was looking for her after all. That didn't take long at all. Kissira had only just left the bar and had been walking towards her room when she felt the Force-user locate her. Typically she kept her mind sealed from outside forces but she had suspected that he would be looking for her. Better to let him find her than to have him running about like a fool trying to find an impossible target. Besides, his talents within the force had reminded her of some of her own tricks that she had long forgotten. Maybe he would prove interesting to talk to.

She slowed her pace and kept her mind open. Now, he would not be able to find anything other than her location, but nonetheless she kept it open. He would be able to find her easily. And where was she? Sitting upon the edge of a fountain with one leg crossed elegantly, waiting. She had all the time in the world. She still had to get her ship fixed, focus back on her connection with her family, and a few other chores- but they could wait for the moment. Even a veteran like Kissira wanted a little downtime. She was used to constantly being on the go, but now she knew she could spare a few moments.

Out of habit, she straightened her red undercoat, realigned the chords around her throat, and tightened her gloves a bit. This done she resecured the saber on her belt and hidden by her coat and rested her hand upon the leather sheath strap across her chest. She had always been a warrior, but she also took good care of her appearance. She wasn't vain, just well brought up. It was rather ironic really.

And so she waited, listening to the gurgling whispers of the water as it flowed over the stone figures and crevices. Her figure was stoic and still as she sat at the edge of the water fixture- as if she were a part of it.