A Dark Revelation (complete)

[Darth Callidus]

In the wilds of Iziz there was a clearing. Amidst the densely packed trees, a patch of uncovered grass stood as a lone oasis – yet there was something far much more foreboding about it than any of the thick woodland that surrounded it. The trees at the edges of the grass were gnarled, warped unnaturally, and loomed over the clearing. Their branches, like covetous talons, blocked out the moonlight from above, creating a cocoon of darkness in which a lone figure knelt enshrouded. It was from him that the source of malevolence in the surrounding life came. His body seemed to radiate shadow darker than shadow; his aura was like a beacon in the Force, screaming out to those able to hear it's call. It was a summons, a sign. She would hear it soon, and she would come.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

It was impossible to miss the summons in the Force, and Lilaena slipped over the outer Wall shortly after it began. Dalamar was busy with his duties as General, and trusted her to take care of whatever it was going on in the Wilds. Trusted, to a point.

Brown cloak wrapped around her rough linen leggings and long tunic, she stealthily made her way towards the beacon. She'd spent a lot of her free time exploring the surrounding jungle, and knew where the most dangerous plants were, and how to avoid getting eaten by them.

In a small clearing surrounded by gnarled trees, a figure knelt. Lilaena stepped out of the jungle behind it, silently, her arms folded in front of her.

[Darth Callidus]

“Good evening, Aylee,” the figure said, not yet moving. For all the voice that spoke was distorted, serpentine even, there was no doubt in Lilaena's mind who was speaking.

“Come, sit with me... I feel we have much to discuss.”

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She walked slowly around the figure that was Salem Ave until she stood in front of him, about three meters away. "Yes, we do." For the first time, she felt a bit nervous. He was more powerful in the Force than she was, at least, that was her first impression.

"You are clearly trained in the Jedi arts." Her face was hidden by the hood of her cloak.

[Darth Callidus]

“Am I?” the figure asked, a smirk forming unseen beneath his mask.

“I believe you know my name, though I do not know yours.”

[Lilaena De'Ville]

A half smile. "Aylee, of course." Lilaena made herself comfortable on a stump. The clearing was not natural, someone had made it, thouch it may have been many years ago. Still hidden in her cloak, she added, "As long as we hide our faces, why not our names?"

But she'd already seen his face, often, and he was still in the dark about her. Her lightsaber was within easy reach in case this meeting went belly up. Lilaena reached upward and pulled the cowl back, letting the brown fabric rest against her back. In the greenish moonlight, a white scar was visible vertically across her left eye. "Lilaena De'Ville. And you are Salem Ave."

[Darth Callidus]

“Yes... though I prefer the name Callidus.”

Unlike Lilaena, Salem did not remove the mask and cowl which disguised him.

“Why are you really here, Lilaena De'Ville? What do you intend to find on Onderon?”

[Lilaena De'Ville]

"Power." She looked upward, at the demon moon. "I must fulfill my master's wish, and destroy the Empire."

[Darth Callidus]

Power. Of course. It was what they all wanted, though her second desire was somewhat more unorthodox. “Why did your Master with to destroy the Empire?”

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She raised an eyebrow at that question, green eyes almost glowing in the moonlight. "For its crimes against the Jedi, of course. For the perversion of the Republic into the New Order. For its unspeakable acts against sentient beings across the galaxy."

Lilaena's expression hardened. What she had been trained for was to kill the Emperor and his right arm, Darth Vader. It was now impossible, as they were already dead. "Onderon is one of the few wells of Force power left in the galaxy. Yavin IV is the only other one I know of, and this was my first stop."

[Darth Callidus]

The Empire was a troublesome thing, that much was certain, however Callidus had no desire to bring it crashing to the ground – so long as they kept far far away from Onderon. “I must admit, I am rather confused... you seek to avenge the Jedi?”

[Lilaena De'Ville]

Lilaena frowned, tugging Master A'na Eldhil's robe around her a little tighter, despite the humidity. "To get revenge for them. It is my purpose and has been since I was a small child."

[Darth Callidus]

“Your purpose is to defend the memory of the Jedi,” Callidus repeated, as if testing the words. It seemed he was not the only one confused. “Would you say, then, that you are a Jedi?”

[Lilaena De'Ville]

Her confusion grew as Callidus spoke. "Of course I am. Perhaps the last surviving Jedi Knight." Lilaena regarded the masked man coolly. "My master, Jedi Knight A'na Eldhil, trained me in secret after the Purge. I was her padawan."

[Darth Callidus]

A low, cold chuckle could be heard.

“I see... and what, exactly, did this Jedi Knight teach you?”

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She stiffened. "She taught me everything. I think that's enough talk about me, however."

Lilaena wanted to cross her arms, but left them in her lap so she could have easier access to her weapons. "How did you come to Onderon, Arkanian?"

[Darth Callidus]

“I came here for the same reason that you did. My Master had once spoken of the power that was to be found here, and warned me of the danger it presented.” Callidus, who had barely moved, lifted his head so that he could see Lilaena's face more clearly. “She was a Jedi Knight, too... though she claimed the title without any irony. She was not nearly so acquainted with the darkness as you are.”

[Lilaena De'Ville]

"I don't know what you're talking about." Lilaena's fingers plucked at her robe. "I have been searching these months for the Tomb of Freedon Nadd. I reveal myself to you only because you may know where it is. Do you?"

[Darth Callidus]

“Perhaps,” Callidus replied, now rising to his feet, standing. “What business do you have with the bones of a Sith Lord?”

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She shook her head, "I don't want his bones." Lilaena remained seated.

"I see this continuing one of two ways. One: you help me. And two: I make you help me."