Ashara decided to continue her walk to her favorite hill to spend the next couple of days meditating, she briefly considered returning to the enclave but then she came to the conclusion that would be more of the actions of a youngling, a true knight could keep on rolling without having to consult a master on the matter of being ambushed by three sith. There still was the matter of the force fog though, it still lingered and followed her, but it was much more benign now that the sith where dead. She could feel the corruption in the sith, they where so full of pride, anger and violence, it was like poison to there soul, perhaps the fog sensed this in them and ended their existence as a mercy killing and spared her? Also there was Sergeant Rikkel to think about, what of his fate? there was a lot of open ground between the meet location and his encampment, and the locals would not let a fresh body stick for more than a quarter hour, it was probably long gone and he was one with the force.

She had arrived to her spot in the morning, she quickly went to work setting up a shelter from her retrieved pack, the food was still undisturbed and fresh water was nearby. She spent some time gathering fire wood for the next couple of nights and when the camp was organized to her satisfaction she retrieved her repair kit and went to work trying to repair her damaged weapon. She knelt before her weapon and using the force it levitated into the air, while the power cell survived fine the projector had sustained enough damage to make the weapon non functional, but that was not the part that worried her, the sapphire crystal had sustained enough damage that even if all the proper repairs where made the crystal was to the point of if energy where to be focused though it it would destabilize and blow up in her hand, there was no repairing the crystal and the nearest replacement was back at the enclave. she anger flared up in her and knowing no masters where in the vicinity she chucked the ruined weapon as far as she could.

it didn't take her more than a moment for the childish and non-jedi reaction she just did and took a moment to calm her breathing and clear her mind. With her anger suppressed she made to retrieve the weapon when from across the clearing the weapon flew from its spot and landed right at her feet.

This force fog was beyond weird now, she resolved to figure out what in the name of all things good and evil was going on. Ashara put the weapon in a storage compartment and moved to her favorite stump and began to meditate, she first began by clearing her mind of everything that distracted her. From the slight hunger that clawed in her belly to the ache in her calves from the running, from the itch on her montral to the surrounding noise. it took her longer than usual but she managed to find her center.

the fog seemed to notice this as it went from covering an area of about six meters and shrunk down to about two meters in diameter and just sat in place about five meters across from where she was facing. Ashara had been to many planets in her day, her favorite was and probably would always be tython, the force was a little different on every planet but it really wasn't noticeable like tython. Taris on the other hand was just plain weird and it just became weirder. The Force on the planet was scarred in more ways than she recognized she probably realized, these scars festered and weird nexu shit like this crawled out and started following her around, this topped her darksider ancestor who haunted the enclave dammit and that was saying something, she must have broadcasted her feeling into the force and was plain to read as day because now the fog emitted a emotion she clearly recognized as amusement. She open her eyes and and openly glared at the fog. The fog (ever perceptive) must have noticed this and the feelings of amusement dimmed down but was still noticeable.

Ashara rested her head on her hands and looked at the area the fog was sitting in, she was getting tired and decided to switch tactics.

"So what now?" she asked in a bored tone

a moment of indecisiveness before more mildly happy feeling resonated. like the fog was more than happy to watch her form headaches trying to make heads and tails of the fog itself, the cheeky fucker.

She picked up a pine cone and and looked at it with an appraising eye, a smirk formed on her face she slowly and calmly lifted her forearm and with a lazy flick of the wrist tossed it into a high arc and watched as it said nicely into the center of the fog to come to a dead stop a half meter above the ground. it stayed there for two or three seconds before the fog mirrored her action and tossed the pine cone so it landed softly into her waiting palm. And so for ten minutes she played catch with the fog and considered it progress.

one thing she noticed was the fog caught the pine cone at the exact same height, about the height of her own palm off the ground. So maybe it was a humanoid? She knew jedi shadows could not only blend in so well it was scary but also hide their force signature from other force sensitives, so if it was a human if she where to toss the pine cone a little further back and to her left.

She tried it and it could not have gone better, it stopped a little higher up than usual and bounced slightly before hitting the ground. All feelings of amusement stopped and unamusement resonated. The pine cone flew up with greater velocity that usual before landing squarely on top of her head, Ashara made no move to catch it or retrieve it. She stared smugly at the fog with the undeniable feelings of busted resonating off her. She swore she heard a huff or she would eat her boots. The late afternoon sun felt good on he and she felt accomplished for now.

"Well i don't know about you, but i am going to take a nap"

she moved so that she was laying down on the grassy hill facing the sun and closed her eyes with her hand behind her head.


Ashara had to Admit when she woke up she was surprised the fog stayed despite now that it had lost some of its mystery to her, what had surprised her more was the fog had not only set up a good size camp fire but had prepared a meal for her. She recognized it as Sith camp rations, in other words it smelled delicious and the only people she knew who would turn a nose to it where Alderanian nobles. no doubt the fog scavenged this off the dead sith and prepared all of this somehow without waking her up. she took a seat near the campfire where the fog was resting, its radius was now down to one meter.

Based on how the logs where set around the fire it probably expected her to join it and sit across from the fire. she had other plans however as she carried her food with her and planted herself on the same log as the fog. Ashara felt the fog resonate feeling of comfortableness and she held the plate out to it.

"Here have some" she offered

there was a ripple in the force and the plate of food went right back into her lap. she scowled and glared in the fogs direction.

"I can't eat this all you know"

her traitorous stomach growled, loudly. But she was lucky again, her montrals picked up a fleshy moving sound where the fog was. double busted! there was so a humanoid in the fog. Ashara mumbled to herself while hiding a smirk and began to dig into the bantha roast that was liberally smothered in gravy. she made quick work of the meal and ate her fill. Stupid person hiding in the fog wanted to be difficult? fine. no sharing.

when she was done she though about thanking this person again but stopped herself. she breathed in and out. OK she was done beating around the bush. if this cagey bastard wanted to slip of into the night he/she would. but that didn't look like that was going to happen, why?

"Will you show yourself?" she asked in a quiet voice, the person in the fog became carefully neutral in the force.

"Please?"

a moment passed, then another. the person on the log sat up and began to walk at a slow pace, Ashara almost got up and followed before she realized the person positioned him/herself on the other side of the fire as it to protect itself from her should she not like what she saw. a visible could of smoke came into existence and a robed man with a hood stepped out, towering over her form. just under two meters tall the man (human if her eyes didn't deceive her) sat down across from her. he slowly pulled his hood off to reveal a slightly managed head of walnut hair. His skin almost had a sickly look to it like a man she once saw that was stationed on Hoth for a year. The right side of his face looked liked a clawed creature had tried to maul him some time ago. what caught her attention most of all was his purple eyes which almost glowed in the night.

"I am afraid i am not much to look at Ashara" he talked for the first time, he looked her age if not a few years older (she was never great with humans)

"You know my name?" she asked in a quiet voice, still shocked he actually showed himself, he nodded, eyes focused intently on the fire.

she found her voice again "what's your name?"

a small smirk appeared on his lips "They call me Kallig"