The Old Republic

[Renegade]

Kalen rushed to Aele side. With his droids defeated, for the moment, the sight of both of them ready to fight him, the assassin gave a slight pause, stepped back and stoop up straight, his free hand falling to his belt, where his second lightsaber was clipped. What happened next made Kalen's head spin, and his heart skip a beat.
A green light, with a blue outline extended from the heavily decorated hilt. Kalen shuddered with rage.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Aele felt the surge of rage from Kalen, though she could not see what he could. For a moment she was confused, unsure as to why he had suddenly reacted that way. Then it was like a shutter being lifted from the assassin's mind, allowing her in to his energies at long last. She knew that arrogance... that darkness.
She almost hissed his name, biting her voice back at the last moment. If their Master woke, and learned that they knew this assassin personally... they would be revealed.
"You have something that doesn't BELONG to you!" she hissed, pausing not a moment longer in her assault, stepping forward and launching into a pattern of slashes at the man she'd long thought dead. The man responsible for the event that had shaken her surity of her world so drastically.

[Renegade]

Kalen attacked as Aele did, though Nevyn easily held them both off making defensive steps back. Kalen stepped back, and shouted at Aele to do the same. Without waiting to see if Aele had moved away yet, Kalen shot out a fork of lighting at Nevyn who, unable counter it in time, blocked it instead with 'his' second lightsaber, which was knocked to the ground.
Kalen pulled it towards himself and reactivated in his off-hand, before Nevyn could retrieve it. Nevyn took a more defensive stance and started walking back. "Oh, it's you two again," he now deactivated his faceplate. "It's nice to see that a little explosion did not kill you, as I thought it did. I should have known better, you are Sith after all.
I hope you have not gotten yourselves attached to that temple, because once my Master finds out you two are alive, he will come after it next."
"The treaty will not allow it!" Kalen countered.
"Master Kul does not concern himself with the politics of the Empire or the Republic."
"You will both die for this, I swear it," Kalen spat. "Aele, check on Kraross."
By the time Kalen turned back to Nevyn, he was gone.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Aele had been very hesitant to back off from her assault as Kalen urged her to, but in the end, her trust in him far outweighed her lust for revenge. So she took a step back, purple saber still held defensively before her. She'd almost moved to pursue Nevyn though, desperate to see him brought to justice before the Jedi Council for the slaughter of that Padawan, but then Kalen had urged her to see to their Master.

So she turned to kneel by the unconscious Jedi's side, hands hurriedly searching for any injuries. She found one, a bloodied patch on the man's head where he'd been struck with the stone. Instinct kicked in automatically. She placed her palm flat over the wound, inhaling deep and slow. Part of her was conscious of Kalen, and perhaps a little bit afraid of what he would think when he saw what she was about to do.
Her palm began to glow with a gentle force energy, and she began to heal the wound.
She'd always been able to do it... she'd taught herself one day after a particularly nasty injury while training at the Sith Temple. She'd kept her skill a secret, unsure if it was something the other Sith would have approved of... she'd never seen others use it after all, and it certainly wasn't something they'd taught them as students.
"Master Kraross?" she urged, trying to get him to wake.

[Renegade]

Kalen clipped his saber to his belt, scrutinised the other hilt and put it next to his, then he walked over to Aele, being cautious of the possibility that Nevyn could be lurking somewhere still. He had seen what Aele had done.
"Did not know you could do that," He said flatly.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Aele bit her lip and then sighed.
"Early in my training I was beaten often..." she whispered, still cautious that Kraross might at any moment wake. "I could not see them coming, so they took advantage of me."
Her early days had been a dark time... a hardship she had fought long to overcome.
"One day I just learned how to make it stop hurting, it felt natural. Shortly after I worked that out... everything started falling into place, and soon enough... I was hurting them."
She pulled her hand away to inspect her work with a fingertip. The wound was nicely mended. What she couldn't do, was check the Jedi's head for any injuries BENEATH the skin.
"We should get him back to the Temple," she suggested.

[Renegade]

Kalen knew why she could do it, he had been doing research on her species before that had left the Academy, he was curious as to why he never saw another of her species, but he said nothing fearing there was a story behind it, a story she'd rather not remember.
"Agreed," he looked around. "How? You going to carry him on your back?"

[Tifa Lockhart]

"Har Har, smart ass," Aele quipped as she stood, smirking at him. "We'll carry him out and load him on one of the speeders."
She gestured back to the mouth of the cave. "That, or I'll stay here with him while you run back to the Temple for help."

[Renegade]

"My speeder it is then," he smirked back at her. "We want him to make it there alive and today after all." He picked up Kraross and took him outside the cavern. He put Kraross on the back, and put Kraross' arms over his shoulders to keep him upright.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Indignant, Aele poked her tongue out at Kalen, before getting to her feet to follow him out of the cave. She mounted her own speeder, tinkering with the controls for a minute.
"All right, i'll go on ahead. See you at the temple."
With that she whirled around and dashed off into the forest.

[Renegade]

Kalen followed carefully afterwards, making sure not to drop his cargo. The rock must of hit him hard to have knocked him out so absolutely. After about two hours of carefully speeding through the forest, Kalen finally arrived back at the temple, where medic droids were waiting. They took him off the speeder and took him inside to be treated.
Kalen looked around for Aele, knowing she would have been here a lot faster than him, he had expected her to be waiting.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Aele had intended to wait for Kalen to show up with their Master after she had fetched the medical droids, but she'd been summoned to the Council Chambers to report what had happened on their mission to Satele Shan. She'd nervously explained events, omitting any facts that might incriminate them, though there was a certain intensity in the Jedi Grandmaster's energies as she listened that made Aele wonder if she knew exactly what she was leaving out.
She'd then been dismissed, and she slipped out and made for the foyer at a run, hoping to catch Kalen.

[Renegade]

Kalen saw Aele running towards him after the medical droids had taken Kraross away.
"He'll have a rockin' headache when he wakes up," He desperately tried to joke. "Medics say he will be okay."

[Tifa Lockhart]

Aele nearly ran clean into Kalen as she found him, but managed to skid to a halt just in time. She gave a nervous sort of laugh at his attempt at a joke, feeling a bit too rattled to really laugh about the situation.
"I explained what happened to Grandmaster Shan," she explained, not realising she had started wringing her hands nervously. She wasn't sure what to make of this whole thing...
"She said she would come down and see to Master Kraross herself."

[Renegade]

"Then let's go to the infirmary," he gestured his head towards the temple, and started walking towards it. The apparent cause for concern troubled him, unless they were spying on them during the mission? No, that did not seem plausible for Jedi, Sith perhaps, but not Jedi.

They entered the infirmary where Shan was standing over Kraross who was bandaged up. other than that he seemed okay. Shan gestured them in, and sent the droids away. She gave a quizzical look at Kalen, but not at his, but to the lightsaber he had acquired.
"Where did you get that?" She asked, holding out her palm.
"I managed to wrestle it from the Assassin, Master," he replied carefully as he handed it over.
Puzzled, she studied the hilt, not just with her eyes, she seemed to 'feel' it, as if it has some sort of Presence of it's own, perhaps the residue of it's old master. Her face was no longer confused, as if the pieces clicked into place, and what she realised now worried her. She looked over to Kraross, who was finally starting to stir.