Welcome to Gaia! ::

Dalaan had come to the caves to absorb some peace, she didn't know of the full history of the crystal filled cave, but came there instinctually following the force. She heard a stirring in the caves and looked up from her meditation, seeing Vincent, she turned back to her following of the ebb and flow of the Force within the crystals. At least it wasn't another Initiate with more paperwork. He would more than likely have noted her presence and would speak to her if need be.

She smiled vaguely. "You're not the only one who comes here just to enjoy. I'm here to absorb some of the peace, pay me no real mind if that's what you wish." She stood stretching her legs out. "And this way i'm not plagued by Initiates and Acolytes ramming down my door." She said dryly.

Dalaan thought for a moment, pensieve. "I have always been someone to go my own way." She said in measured tones as if she herself wasn't quite sure, but searching for the reason that vibrated deep within her soul as she searched fro the words to describe it. "I follow the promptings of the Force and my own soul, your brother came at a time when i was comming out of my lowest point, when i was finding myself again, he offered me a hand, a purpose. He needed me and i needed the order." She shrugged. "I guess it was my soul and the Force that guided me to the point. The Ordinis, offered me nothing except the rigid lifestyle that i fought my way from when i was part of the Sith." She smiled slightly. "Sounds rather mercenary, but that is the best words i can put it to." She looked at him and tilted her head slightly. "How did you get here?"

Drake sat back in his seat. "We will speak with the council once we land on Tramena but afterwards you should go back to Ordinis space and speak with your daughter. Take some other masters with you. I have other things that need attending." The ship dropped out of hyperspace and headed for the temple.

The masked figure was close behind Nick now. He was just waiting for the right time to decloak. No thoughts ran through his head as he looked down at the ship. No emotions shown in the slightly visible eyes.

The masked figure jumped out from his cockpit igniting his lightsaber. The blackblade was surrounded by a silver tint. He landed in a offensive front stance, of form IX. The form that Animus himself created for lightsaber lightsaber combat as well as blaster deflection. He didn't waste time. The figure came in high then low, trying to fake Nick.

The figure spun around so his back was toward the saber attack. He spun his saber up and around to his back parrying the strike. He off hand came down using the force to absorb the lightning into a small orb in the palm of his hand. The figures pure blue eyes stared into Nicks. He flipped over Nicks head using the force and sent a fast flurry of strikes, that was familiar to Animus attacks.

The figure kept up with Nicks speed while countering ever strike with a strike of his own. The sound of the metalic saber clashing echoed throughout the area. The figure jumped backward right after countering the last strike and while holding his saber in both hands. Loose debris lifted from behind him and shot forth at Nick.