Ashara opened her mouth but words failed her, she tried again.

"Kallig?" she almost asked, she didn't have a proper question at the moment. Maybe it would be for the best to let him talk.

"Family name, i don't know what my mother called me, for i have no memory. To the best of my knowledge i have no kin among the living."

Ashara took a minute to digest this and raised her hand like a student in class, the man across the fire raised an eyebrow.

"Yes?"

"Just one question, who are you?, what are you?and how do you know who i am?"

a small smile on his face as he looked into the fire

"there are no simple answers to those questions"

she gestured around them, to the night time grave yard that was Taris

"I got the time"

he closed his eyes and inhaled and exhaled

"I am who i say i am, what i am is a Force Walker and how i know who you are is a story and a half"

"Force Walker?" she blurted

His eyes crewed shut like he had a headache and he rubbed his temples, while sensitivity in the force is a rare trait itself the Force sometimes gives a select few people rare and phenomenal gifts, my order is that very small group of people that have a pull among ghosts, who can pull on the tether that connects life and death. I can give ghosts and sense of releif and help them pass on, and in turn any ghosts i meet can lend me their strength"

Ashara frowned as she tried to digest this

"As for how i know your name, i learned it during my effort to rescue you"

"Why where you trying to rescue me in the first place?"

a scowl on his face

"that is my folly unfortunately"

"What do you mean by that? stop speaking in riddles."

"A Darth named Thanaton loves to learn Force rituals, unfortunatly for him he seems to be unable to learn how to Force Walk, so he sees any and all Force Walkers as a one of the few people in the galaxy that can rival his power. So now he will likey not rest until he thinks i am dead or no longer a threat, so how do you stop a Force Walker from gaining power?" he asked her

"He is going to make sure you can't reach any ghosts" she finished, she had a bad feeling in her gut.

He nodded "Thanaton dug up any mention of ghost in the Imperal, Republic and underworld and sent his underlings to do whatever they could to stop me in my tracks. After I killed a Darth underling under his command named Zash in Imperial space he made a valiant effort to kill me, while he failed in that regard he managed to knock me around fairly hard. When i learned of his scheme i hightailed it to the nearest lead on any known ghost, and your name popped up."

Kriff, kriff it all

"My ancestor, the jedi discovered his presence when we returned to Taris"

the Force Walker nodded his head "Elios Maliss is the sith Thanaton put in charge of his operation here on Taris, when i stole all his information he had to work with i quickly realized you where the key in all of this, and he would try to remove you from the picture"

Ashara sighed "Great now a Darth wants me dead?"

the man nodded "if I can help your ancestor pass on or take him with me Darth Thanaton will likely lose all interest in you"

The gears in her mind turned "Well the master have been trying to help my ancestor pass on."

He looked at her with hope "Would you really be able to arrange a meeting?"

She nodded "The enemy of my enemy is my friend, the Jedi would love to see one less Darth populate the galaxy, besides masters Ryen and Ocera would love to learn more about your order"

he raised an eyebrow "Really?"

She nodded "the before we where jedi we where numerous peoples of all walks walks of life in the galaxy, while i don't know why your people didn't make it to the gathering at Tython, i can imagine yours wasn't the only one to miss out, it is always great to learn something new about the Force!"

He nodded his head "Yes the force has a great many mysteries" he said as he positioned himself so his back was against the log, his legs where sprawled and he looked like he was ready to turn in for the night. Ashara briefly thought about going to her shelter herself but it looked like it would not rain tonight and the stars where even visible. She focused on the man in front of her to take in the details, his lower body was armored like herself and he also wore a robe like her (though his has seen much better days) everything about him spoke of a harsh journey to get to this point between the the armor that seen action to the well traveled cloak to the lightsaber at his side

wait lightsaber?

she had to squint her eyes but it appeared to be a saber staff, there was little doubt it was not made in this millennium but she could see that all of the essentials had been recently modified with expensive parts from this last couple years. if this man really did fight Darths then it did make sense for him to pick up lightsaber combat, it just made sense. and saber staffs while not unknown was extremely rare to come across and few people took time practicing the art of how to defend one's self from it. Smart.

Ashara slowly became more comfortable as she let her mind wander and she did one final force sweep to try to sense anything hostile in the area to find almost nothing within almost a hundred meters within the camp. maybe even the creatures of the night dare not disturb the man who is more comfortable with the dead than the living