Author's Note: Hello guys, and welcome to the first chapter of 'Mysteries of Reylea!' First off, if you haven't read the first Volume of this story yet, 'The Avatar the Force,' I highly suggest doing so right now before you get started on this story. There are a lot of important things covered in there in order for you to understand this one. For those of you who have read it, I hope you enjoy this next installment! :D
Previously, on the Legend of Reylea…
Korra then stood up with the baby, and looked out into the hall.
"Hello? Is anyone there!?" she calls out. "Hello! I have your baby!"
Nobody answers, and Korra sighs sadly, hefting the baby again in her arms as he continued to mess with his crystal.
"Guess your mommy and daddy left you," she says sadly. "That's not right."
The baby doesn't really understand too much, but only looks up at Korra with wide and awed eyes.
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Amon then bursts out of the water on a massive waterspout, gasping for air. When he turns to face Korra and Luon, they see that his scar was actually some sort of makeup, and was washed away by the water. All of the citizens notice too, gaping at him in shock.
"He's waterbending?"
"He is a bender!"
"The scar's fake."
"The Avatar was telling the truth!"
Amon looks around at all the stunned and upset citizens, and then back at Korra and Luon with a furious glare.
ooo00ooo
"Aang," Korra says in awe.
"You have finally connected with your spiritual self," Aang says with a smile.
"How?" she asks in bewilderment, standing up to face him.
"Something your brother learned," he tells her, still smiling proudly. "When we hit our lowest point, we are open to the greatest change."
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Luon takes a few steps forwards, and Korra jumps into his open arms, hugging him tightly.
"I love you too," she tells him, giving him a passionate kiss.
After a few moments she separates from the kiss, smiling fondly at Luon. Then she look past him and over to Caran, who is standing with Naga and letting them have their moment. Smiling, Korra runs over to Caran, and scoops him up in a tight hug, lifting him clear off the ground. He yelps in surprise but eagerly returns the hug, burying his face into her shoulder.
"Thank you Caran," she tells him softly.
"For what?" he asks in confusion.
"For being my brother," she replies with a smile.
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The Messenger was talking to his superior, the Master of the Knights of Ren, via hologram.
"You failed to kill the CHILD?! Now he's unlocked the true potential Reylea has to offer!"Vyra snaps.
"That shouldn't have happened! His powers were supposed to have been blocked!"The Messenger protests.
"You'll be sorry when I get down there myself. Now that Amon is dead, we need a new plan! Shan will be there soon, and it's all your fault!" she snarls at him.
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Korra, Caran, and the rest of the team were gathered around a spaceship that just landed in the snow.
"It's the Jedi..." Caran breathes out.
A ramp then slowly lowers down to the ground, and they all hold their breath in anticipation. The footsteps reach their ears first, and then they catch sight of boots walking down the ramp, and more of the Jedi's appearance becomes visible.
He's wearing a dark, almost black cloak, along with some form of golden armor underneath the cloak and brown robes. Two lightsabers are clipped to his belt, and on his head he's wearing some sort of golden helmet, a hood over it. He exits the ship fully, and stops just outside of it, looking at them all.
Reylea; Unknown Regions
Jarik POV...
If I'm going to be honest, these last few days have been interesting. And considering the things I've faced in my lifetime, that is definitely saying something. I came to here to this planet, known as Reylea, for the purpose of determining whether or not the Avatar was a real figure. Now that I'm here I'm also finding out that not only is the Avatar real, but she has a younger brother who is Force sensitive. Not to mention that the planet itself is filled with power in the Force, stronger than almost anything I've ever felt before. I thought I was dreaming when I first came out of hyperspace.
Well, as of right now I'm onboard a boat taking us to a place called Republic City. Everyone else is also with me, some of which are really eager to learn more about the Force. Yeah, Avatar Korra's younger brother. Sitting down in a meditative position, I close my eyes and then let myself open to the Force, feeling along my Force bond with Ahsoka. It doesn't take her long to answer my call, even from light-years away.
"Hey Soka," I call out.
"Hello to you too Jarik," she replies. "How's life been for you?"
"Kind of boring until now. Took me forever to find this place," I tell her.
"Well I'm glad you did. So, did you find them?" she asks.
"Course I did," I reply. "It would seem that yes, the Avatar is real. Right now, the Avatar is a girl named Korra."
"That's nice to hear. Anything else?" she asks.
"Yup. Though I might need to stay for a little while," I admit.
"Well isn't that typical," she remarks, and I roll my eyes mentally at her.
"Ha ha. Well, apparently Korra has an adopted younger brother who crashed onto the planet as an infant. He's Force sensitive," I tell her.
"So he needs training?" she deduces.
"You know it. Although there is a worse issue. Snoke knows about this place too," I inform her grimly.
She's silent for a moment, and I can sense her concern and worry.
"Then it is important for you to stay," she says with a sigh. "Stay safe then. The family's getting kind of boring without you around."
"Oh is that right?" I ask dryly, and she laughs at me. "Yeah, you just laugh. Wait till I get back, then you won't be laughing."
"If you say so little Jari," she replies dryly.
"See you soon Sweetie Horns," I tell her.
We share a quick 'mental' hug with each other across our bond before separating again. I open my eyes with a small smile, standing back to my feet. As time has gone on our Force bond has grown stronger, allowing us to even communicate with each other across star systems now. It's really quite amazing.
I head back out of the room, opening the door and stepping into the hallway. Glancing around, I notice Tenzin and Katara are headed my way, conversing with each other, and I quickly stop them.
"Hey. Katara and... Tenzin, right?" I ask him.
"Yes, that's us," Tenzin confirms with a nod.
"Do you need anything?" Katara asks curiously.
"No, I'm just here to let you in on something," I tell them, glancing around for a moment. "I'm about to start Caran's training a little bit, and I think it'd be important for me to let you know what I plan on doing."
"Why's that?" he asks me.
"I'm going to start by testing him, seeing how he acts so that I know how to properly train him," I say.
"And how are you planning on testing him?" Katara asks.
"By seeing how much it takes to piss him off," I state bluntly.
They both blink at me for a few moments in complete bafflement, confused and wary.
Caran POV…
"This is so exciting! You finally have a real teacher!" Jinora tells me excitedly.
"Yeah, almost hard to believe," I reply, rubbing my head.
"What do you think he's going to teach you? How to swing your laser sword? How to lift big rocks? How to push things?" Ikki asks quickly. "What do you think his planet is like? I bet it's full of rainbows and magical crystals! Do you think there are other people like the Messenger? Maybe he's attracted to someone! Do you think so? Huh? Huh?"
"Uhhh..." I start to say.
"I want to use his laser sword! Then I could take down all of my enemies!" Meelo exclaims fiercely.
"...is that such a good idea?" I ask quietly.
"Meelo, you're not getting a lightsaber," Jinora states with a frown.
"Why not? Why should you get to have one?" he demands.
"I'm not getting one either. We aren't Jedi," she says.
"Then why does he have one?" he retorts, pointing a finger at me.
"He is a Jedi though," Jinora corrects him. I raise a finger to speak up in a technical term, but Meelo beats me to it.
"Not yet!" he states.
"I'm just, gonna go over here," I suggest meekly, getting up and scooting to the other side of the room.
Jinora quickly follows me, turning to glare at her younger siblings when they attempt to follow as well. Just then, are saving grace is when the door to our room is opened by Pema, who steps inside, carrying Rohan in her arms.
"Mom, Ikki and Meelo are annoying us. Can they go somewhere else?" Jinora asks pleadingly.
"Well as a matter of fact, I was coming to get them anyways," she remarks.
"Awww!" they both whine.
"Come on you two, I need you to help me with some things," she says.
Pema narrows her eyes dangerously at them when they start to protest. Seeing the look in her eyes makes them completely submissive, and they both reluctantly follow after her. Once they're gone, Jinora and I both sigh in relief, glancing at each other.
"Thank goodness for that," I mutter quietly.
"I feel the same. They're my siblings and I love them but... they're so annoying!" Jinora comments with a frown. Her expression then brightens up instantly as she looks at me. "So, what do you think you're going to learn from him?"
"I... don't know. I haven't really thought about it," I admit with a shrug. "I guess I would like to learn more about how to use the Force and how to fight with a lightsaber."
"You sound like Korra," she comments.
"Eh, family relationship," I state.
"What I would like to know more about is Jedi history and culture. I don't know much, but it seems really fascinating," she says, her eyes lighting up with wonder.
"I guess it would be cool to learn about that," I reply, not sure what else to say.
The door then slides open, revealing Korra leaning against the doorway with a hand on her hip, Luon standing behind her. I widen my eyes in alarm at the sight of them, a little worried, especially due to the knowing grin on Korra's face. Jinora also glances up anxiously, sensing trouble.
"Hey squirt! How's your date going?" she asks me.
"What?!" I ask incredulously.
"This isn't a date!" Jinora protests.
"Sure seems like it," Luon replies casually.
"Like you're ones to talk!" I retort. "I don't miss how you keep staring at each other."
"Nobody misses it squirt," she replies, looking at her nails in disinterest.
I groan in response, me and Jinora's faces red in embarrassment. I shove my face in my arms, muttering to myself about ending my suffering before popping back up again.
"By the way, we were talking about what I might learn from Jarik, if you must know!" I state.
"Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself squirt," she retorts. "Oh, I guess it's a good time for me to tell you that Jarik wants you up on the main deck."
"Is he gonna start training me?" I ask excitedly, forgetting my embarrassment briefly.
"Yeah. I don't know what he wants to do, but he's talked to Tenzin and Katara about it. They're being kind of quiet," Korra comments with a frown, shrugging.
"I don't care, I'm ready for this!" I state, jumping to my feet.
"Are you sure you guys don't need a few more moments with each other?" she suggests.
Jinora and I both glance at each other, groaning and slumping forwards while Korra and Luon both scamper away, laughing to themselves.
"You have annoying siblings. Mine is worse," I mutter.
"You're probably right," she replies in embarrassed agreement.
3rd person POV...
"Uh huh... got it. I'll be back within the next day."
With the call ended, Lin places the phone back on the desk and crosses her arms, thinking about what she heard. Tenzin was right beside her, waiting for the news from Republic City.
"Well? How are things?" he asks.
"The city seems to be alright, although leadership is very questionable at the moment," Lin admits.
"I don't know how the Council will recover after this attack," Tenzin replies uncertainly.
"Actually, the Council has been disbanded," she states.
"It has?" Tenzin asks, a little surprised. "I'm a bit surprised at that."
"Yeah, same," she nods in agreement. "Apparently this whole mess with the Anti-bending Revolution made a lot of people think. And since there were plenty of questionable decisions made by the Council regarding the situation, they decided it would be best to put a new leadership in place."
"I suppose that does make sense. Tarrlok did use the Council to his advantage, furthering his own interests," Tenzin says. "Not to mention all of the councilmembers were benders, which further cemented anti-bending sentiment."
"That's why some of the world leaders and politicians have gathered to put a new system in place," Lin begins to explain. "Instead of a council from each nation, the new leadership will be under the control of a democratic republic, led by a President elected by the people. Several senators have already put in their bids for a campaign. Election day is in two months."
"Wow. That fast?" he remarks in surprise. "Don't you think they need more time for their campaigns?"
"That's what I would think, but the people really need a leader, and so they've sped up the process, at least for this first election," she comments with a shrug.
"Who are the primary candidates?" he asks.
"Senator Raiko, a native of Republic City, along with Senator Shuno, who's also a native. They've quickly swept the rest of the candidates, so it's down to them," she informs him.
"Hmm. I know that both are very popular among the people. From what I know of Raiko he seems to have the correct interests, but he does have a habit of focusing too much on his own position as well," Tenzin comments thoughtfully. "As for Shuno, he's always been tough on cracking down on corruption and the bending triads. He'll definitely gain a lot of following amongst the poorer masses."
"I hope that whoever wins can get the city back on its feet," Lin comments, and Tenzin nods in agreement. "Speaking of which, how are things going with our new Jedi friend?"
"Oh yeah. As it turns out, he's going to start Caran's first lesson in just a moment," he tells her.
"Really? Well that's neat," she replies.
"Well, it is a questionable lesson to be honest," he admits.
"Why's that?" she asks him, frowning.
"Well... Jarik's goal right now is to see how mad he can make Caran," he informs her.
"What?" she questions in bewilderment, frowning with a sense of disapproval.
"Something about testing his limits," he shrugs in reply.
Caran POV...
Jinora and I follow Korra and Luon out to the main deck, where pretty much everyone else is waiting. Asami, Mako, and Bolin are also up there, chatting with each other, although their attention turns to us once we get up there.
"Dude! Are you ready to start some of your whole training thing?" Bolin asks with a wide grin on his face.
"Uh, yeah, definitely," I reply with a nod.
"I wonder what he's gonna teach you," he wonders curiously. He then starts making theories, using exaggerated movements to back them up. "How to lift giant rocks? The best way to use a lightsaber in combat? Oh! Maybe he can teach you how to make your own lightsaber!"
"Bolin, he already has one," Asami points out.
"So? He could use two! Jarik has two!" he argues.
"Speaking of which, where is he anyways?" Mako asks.
I look up at Korra and Luon, but she just shrugs cluelessly in response. "I don't know. He just said to be here."
The door from the cabins then opens, and we look over to see Tenzin, Lin and Katara walk outside, and they all stand off by the side. Lin seems to be in questionable discussion with Tenzin, although I can't really tell what, much to my surprise. I shrug it off once Jarik walks out after them. He starts walking to the other side of the deck near the bow, giving me a glance before continuing on his way. I furrow my brow in confusion as he stops near the edge and then sits down, leaning his back against the wall.
We remain in silence for a few moments, and I share a confused glance with Korra and Jinora, who both shrug back at me helplessly. I then look over at Jarik, who pulls out some sort of food bar, unwraps the covering, and begins chewing on it.
"Uhhh..." Bolin says quietly, hands on his chin with his eyes narrowed in a mixture of confusion and bewilderment.
Frowning, I glance over to Tenzin for some help, but he doesn't make eye contact with me. Well isn't that suspicious. Sighing, I start walking over to Jarik and come to a stop a couple feet away, sitting down in front of him. He still doesn't seem to be giving me any attention at all, further confusing me.
"Uhh... Jarik-?" I start to ask.
"It's Master," he interrupts irritably, picking at the bar. "The way it works is that the student was known as a Padawan, and they refer to their teachers, or Jedi ranking higher than them, as Master."
I blink in surprise at the serious, non-nonsense tone that almost sounds annoyed to be here. He takes another bite out of the strange food bar.
"Ok, sorry... master?" I say slowly, feeling a little awkward.
"What made him so rude?" I hear Bolin mutter to Luon.
"Alright, let's be serious for a moment," Jarik says, crumbling up the wrapping. "Why the heck are you even here?"
"Umm... sorry?" I ask in confusion.
"I said why the heck are you here? Are you deaf or something?" he asks again, frowning.
This is not something I was expecting at all, and I gotta say, it's kind of annoying.
"...because you asked me to be here. You're supposed to teach me, remember?" I state dryly.
He laughs in response. "Don't be ridiculous, I don't have to teach you anything."
"What?" I hear Korra asks incredulously.
Glancing back, I notice her staring at Jarik like he's lost his mind, and I don't think she's too far off. However, Tenzin moves over to her and starts whispering something to them in a hushed voice.
"Hey, eyes on me kid," Jarik says.
"Sorry," I apologize.
He glares at me, and I grimace a little.
"Sorry, master," I correct myself.
"Better," he says with a nod. "Like I was saying, I don't have to teach you anything."
"But you promised you would," I protest.
He glares at me again, and I scoff, feeling a little annoyed.
"What, is this like some sort of military camp now?" I ask incredulously.
"Stop making it out to be a joke kid, focus!" he snaps at me.
"I am though! I can't help it that you're suddenly being rude and annoying!" I retort.
"I didn't learn easy, so don't expect to as well," he tells me firmly. "You think you have what it takes to be a Jedi?"
"I fought the Messenger and prevented him from furthering his plan! I think that qualifies as being ready!" I shoot back angrily.
"Oh it does doesn't it?" he asks sarcastically.
He suddenly stands to his feet, much to my surprise, and I quickly stand back up to my feet as well. He marches past me to the middle of the deck and turns to face me, a stern look on his face.
"Pull our your saber," he states.
"Huh?"
"I said pull out your lightsaber. Let's see how good you think you are," he repeats, narrowing his eyes. "Or are you afraid not to kid?"
I narrow my eyes back at him, surprisingly finding myself beginning to not like him so much. Why is he suddenly being such a jerk?! I take a step forwards and pull out my lightsaber, not yet activating the blade itself.
"This is ridiculous," I hear Lin mutter.
"Uhh... is this a good idea?" Jinora asks in concern.
"Just... let it play out," Tenzin says in exasperation.
"What if he gets hurt?" Korra asks worriedly.
"I've got this. He's just being a jerk," I state firmly, glaring at him.
"Oh really? I highly doubt that," he replies with disinterest, and I fume at him. "Before we start though, turn the dial on the back."
"What for?" I demand.
"What was that?" he asks angrily, glaring at me. "Remember what I told you!"
I fine silently in anger, before exhaling heavily. "What for, master?"
"That's better," he says with a nod. "Turn the dial to lower the saber's power setting. That'll make it nonlethal."
I blink in surprise, glancing at he dial he was referring to, and then turn it.
"You can change it's intensity?" Asami asks curiously.
"Obviously," Jarik drawls, and Asami frowns. "Come on kid, do your worst."
I narrow my eyes and activate my lightsaber. This time the blade seems different, a lot more green than before, the white plasma in the center not as prominent. It also sounds a bit different with the humming. Guess it did lower the setting.
Shaking my head, I look up at Jarik to see him standing there with his arms, crossed, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Well? What're you waiting for? Stop being so slow," he scoffs.
Grumbling to myself, I point my lightsaber at him and then run forwards, charging for an attack. He still continues to stand there though, and I swing my lightsaber at him. He quickly ducks underneath the attack, popping up behind me. I go to swing at him, but he evades faster than I can spot him. Before I know it, I'm shoved to the ground and fall flat at my face, groaning.
"Seriously? I've seen younglings do better," he remarks.
Scowling, I turn around and get to my feet, swinging my lightsaber at him again. The next few swings I do as fast as possible, but he just leans away or ducks under them, grabbing my hand and then pushing me away again.
"This is just sad. You look like a bumbling Jawa," he says.
"What the heck die that even me?" I demand angrily.
"It's a short, stubby, and irritating creature!" he shoots back loudly.
Growling in my throat, I charge forwards again, jumping into the air and bringing my lightsaber down hard. He just dashed forwards underneath me with a roll, and pops up on the other side. I swiftly turn to face him, thrusting my arm out for a Force push. To my surprise, all that happens is his cloak flutters.
"I'm sorry, someone must've left the window open! It feels kind of a little drafty here!" he taunts.
Bringing back both arms, I shove them forwards with a scowl, going for another Force push. I gather a large amount of Force energy that I could feel costing through me and the planet, and throw it forwards. However he leaps to the side and pops up with a roll, narrowly avoiding it.
"Eh. Try harder," he says casually.
He then draws out one of his lightsabers, activating it to reveal a brilliant golden blade. He holds it up before pointing it at me with a flourishing twirl. I have at the color for a moment, the others most likely as well, but I quickly shake my head and charge at him, swinging my lightsaber hard.
He raises his lightsaber to block it, deflecting my blade with one arm. I swing faster horizontally and vertically, pressing forwards. He calmly backs up a few times, deflecting or evading my strikes. Entering a quick blade lock, he twirls the sabers to make me stumble, and then shoves me to the ground.
"You don't have the skill to defeat the Messenger on your own! You had help didn't you?" he says loudly.
"No I didn't!" I exclaim, turning around and swinging hard.
He bats my lightsaber to the ground and then casually shoved me away with a Force push. I slid across the deck for a couple of feet, looking up at him.
"Oh please. Either the Messenger is a horrible fighter like you, or your tiny pathetic self got help against him," he retorts.
"Hey!" Korra exclaims angrily, but Tenzin shushes her.
"I fought him by myself!" I yell, leaping forwards.
He just sidesteps out of my way, and I stumble onto the deck yet again.
"Nope, you had help," he disagrees. "You have absolutely no technique."
Glaring at him, I jump to my feet and charges forwards again, raising my lightsaber and swinging down with a yell. He easily blocks my strike and then grabs my arm with his left, yanking me closer to glare down at my eyes.
"You think you can win just by relying on Qui-Gon to direct your movements? If you're going to be a Jedi, you have to actually do something for it!" he states fiercely.
"W-what?" I demand angrily.
"You heard me. Show me some kriffing talent!" he exclaims, shoving me back.
With a furious yell, I jump back to my feet, using my anger and irritation at all of his comments to fuel my next few attacks. I strike fast and hard, swinging my lightsaber as fast as I can, growling with each strike.
Eventually though, he ducks underneath and twirls upwards to hit me in the jaw with his arm, sending me unbling to the ground, lightsaber falling from my grip. He calls the saber into his other hand before standing over me, pointing both lightsabers at my throat, and I look up fearfully.
"Rule number one of battle," Jarik growls, leaning closer and causing me to flinch. "Never use your anger like that."
I look up in surprise at the sudden softness of his tone, and see him smiling at me. He deactivated his lightsaber and reaches down his right hand. I glance at it cautiously before grabbing it, allowing him to pull me up to my feet.
"Wait, what just happened?" Bolin asks, confused.
I realize that everyone else was tense and ready to jump in, faltering upon Jarik's sudden change of mood.
"How's your jaw?" Jarik asks in concern.
I rub it with a grimace, glancing up at him. "It's alright..."
"That's good. So, what did you learn today?" he asks me.
"Huh?" I reply, confused.
"What did you learn from this?" Jarik repeats, waiting patiently.
"I don't... I don't know," I shrug helplessly, still wary.
"You let your anger control your actions Caran," he states. "By doing so, you became distracted and confused, which helped bring about your downfall."
"Wait... you were being a jerk on purpose?" I ask incredulously.
"Of course I was," he replies. "That was the point of this lesson: me being a jerk."
"But... why?" I ask, confused.
"To see how well you do managing your rage," he explains. "When fighting someone, your mental capability is just as important as your physical capability. Learning to control your emotions during a fight is key in staying focused."
"I'm guessing I failed then," I reply bitterly.
"No you didn't. Today was about seeing how well you could manage it. Now we know how you respond eto rude comments. The goal is to help teach you to control your emotions during battle. If you don't learn to, it doesn't matter how skilled of a fighter you are," he explains. "You'd lose either way."
I look at him and nod in understanding, no longer angry at him or feeling a sense of hate. It does make perfect sense after all.
"So Caran..." he says, holding my lightsaber out. "How much are you willing to take?"
I look at thee lightsaber for a moment before grinning, nodding my head and accepting it.
"Great," Jarik says happily. "Alright, lesson is over. We will continue when we arrive."
He starts walking away, much to my surprise and confusion.
"Wait, what?" I ask, disappointed.
"Another important thing you should have," Jarik says, stopping at the door. "Patience."
He then closes it, leaving the rest of the deck in silence.
"Well that was different," Korra comments.
"Dude, he just beat you like nothing!" Bolin exclaims.
"Bro, not helping him," Mako says.
"Eh it's fine," I shrug.
"He is right. Controlling your anger is very important. All of us should be able to do so," Tenzin says, giving a pointed look to someone. "I know a few people who still need help with that."
"Well..." Korra starts, before Luon nudges her. "Yeah, you're probably right."
Lin scoffs, crossing her arms while Katara smiles in amusement.
"I'm kinda interested about how these lightsabers work," Asami remarks.
"Well, I'm sure you can ask Jarik about it," Katara replies.
"I honestly don't know what to think," Jinora shrugs.
United Republic of Nations; Reylea
3rd person POV...
The Messenger waits in the dark of night in the middle of the forest, tapping his foot impatiently. He was waiting for Vyra to arrive, and kept constantly glancing over his shoulder in paranoia, worried that some snooper would happen across the meeting spot. Eventually, the rumbling of a ship's engine brings his focus upwards, and he watches as Vyra's TIE Silencer came in for a landing. The dark hull of the ship contrasted brilliantly with the red glow of the cockpit, and the ship landed with the back facing him.
Reluctantly, the Messenger bows on the ground as the ship's hatch opens, allowing Vyra to step out. The yellow twi'lek was abnormally tall for one of her species and gender, reaching at least 6 feet and 4 inches in height. At the end of her fingers she had sharp nails capable of slashing the throats of a normal human. Her skin matched the color of her glowing yellow eyes, and she gazes down at Messenger with a small amount of contempt.
"Get up," she states calmly.
The Messenger does so, grimacing at the small amount of bite he heard in her tone. With him standing back on his feet, Vyra takes notice of the lightsaber mark on the Messenger's reptilian face with a scoff, and crosses her arms.
"So you even let the boy get a strike at you?" she questions.
"He surprised me," he growls out.
"Clearly," she replies, voice dripping with sarcasm and contempt. "Well now things have gotten a lot more difficult for you. Jarik Shan has arrived."
"Already?" he replies.
"Yes. We must develop a new strategy. I hope this criminal mastermind of yours knows what he's doing," she tells him.
"He lives to cause chaos. He'll serve us well," he replies, frowning in annoyance. "But if Shan is here, why not attack him before he expects it? He won't see us coming."
Vyra storms right up to the Messenger with a glare on her face, towering over him. He steps back uneasily, freezing when she lays a hand on his shoulder and leans down with a scowl.
"I will have you know right now Messenger, that Snoke has trained me since birth as a replacement to his former apprentice, and he expects results. The New Jedi Order, and the New Republic are weak, but Shan is not! I am the Master of the Knights of Ren, which includes you! So you will be following my lead from now on. Is that clear?!"
Messenger glances at his hand, grimacing when she pokes his shoulder painfully with her long nails, before reluctantly nodding, scowling right back.
"Very clear," he says lowly.
Vyra releases him and then begins walking right past him. He watches her with a furious scowl on his face, fingers itching to reach out and cut her down with his lightsaber. He holds himself back, knowing that she is more powerful than him.
"So, if we're done playing games Messenger," she says, glancing back at him. "I would like to assess the skills of this, 'Joker,' for myself."
He nods his head slowly and then walks forwards, moving past her and towards Republic City. The TIE Silencer cloaks itself after Vyra pushes a button.
