The woman flew at them just as Juhani and Dustil dropped into fighting stances. Dustil ducked down to the ground and his Master leapt forward, using him as a springboard to meet their attacker's red lightsaber head on.
Dustil could think of no Jedi or Sith who turned battle into such an art form the way his Master did. She was small but her body was all muscle that could spring to life at the slightest threat. She was more dancer than warrior and each stroke of her turquoise lightsaber was like water, flowing perfectly from one movement to the next.
Dustil, on the other hand, was all height and brute strength. He was like most Jedi Guardians, devoting himself to the marriage of lightsaber combat and Force use. Those who got on the wrong side of his silver blade were met with a swift and resolute end.
Together in battle, both Master and Apprentice matched each other to a T. Like a beautfiully composed symphony they moved in concert with each other filling where the other lacked.
Dustil was surprised that the white haired woman was meeting his master's blade blow for blow. Few opponents lasted long against her.
We must disarm her.
He recognized Juhani's voice in his head as they shared a common Force bond that develops between teacher and student. She seemed confused, something was wrong here indeed.
He raced forward to meet the attacker head on, each stroke of the Juyo form racing through his body. But the woman let out another earth shattering scream that sent Dustil flying across the room.
Juhani took her chance to press another series of attacks, and Dustil recognized the opening she was affording him. Using the Force to grant him more speed, he flew towards the mystery woman and aimed a roundhouse kick to her ribs and was rewarded with a satisfying crunch as his foot connected.
The woman went spiraling backwards and Juhani summoned the red lightsaber to her outstretched hand. The silver haired woman dissolved into choking sobs as she laid crumpled on the ground.
Juhani knelt down next to the woman. "Master Atris where has the Exile gone?"
She just looked up at the Cathar Jedi and continued to sob.
"Master Atris, we did not come here to do battle with you. Where has the Exile gone?"
"Malachor. She will face him on Malachor."
The hairs on the back of Dustil's neck stood up when she said it. The fear in her voice struck him right to the core.
His Master nodded and placed a hand on the fallen woman's head. The woman's cries died off and her eyelids slowly fluttered shut. She slumped backwards in Juhani's grasp. Juhani reached into a pocket of her robe and pulled out a pair of stun cuffs, securing them into place along the Jedi Master's wrists.
"Master? I don't understand...I thought Master Atris was killed with the Jedi who went to Katarr."
Juhani placed a small device on the back of the incapacitated Jedi's neck. "Yes...Master Atris was actually the Jedi who called the convocation on Katarr. The fact that she remains here on Telos means that something here is very wrong. Help me carry her Dustil."
Dustil nodded, lifting up the woman by her feet as his Master lifted her arms.
"Did you hear that? The Republic soldiers I called for must be here. We need to bring Master Atris into custody and take her to the other Masters. It's up to them to decide what is to be done."
"What will they do Master?"
Juhani shrugged as they continued to walk "I don't know. If what I believe is true, then Master Atris has fallen far. But with so few Jedi Masters left in the Galaxy, we can't afford to lose another."
"Do you think that she can be saved Master?"
His Master's golden eyes bored into him, studying him closely.
"Dustil, you and I know best that anyone can be saved."
