Laughter rang out from the rather dense Nihil, and completely ruined the moment. The verbal sparring with Solus had been more fun than Morati had experienced in far too long, and his eyes flashed bright, glowing red as a result of it. So bright that they illiminated his face, which had changed to that of a lupine beast, fangs sticking out of it's muzzle dripping saliva down onto the fold of it's clothes. The fur of this beast was a dark brown, the same shade his hair had been. Suffice to say he was not pleased. The magic time is over indeed. The fool said how she was well and glad to have been there, but it was well past time to leave... providing that there was no more business to be discussed. Morati really had no response to that, but had gotten control of his eyes again. They were those of a cat, flashing in whatever light happened to strike them. They were the eyes of a hunter, seeking some prey of some sort. At that moment they were locked onto Nihil. The "leader" of their little group replied in a dead serious tone, saying how he was certainly less wise than those present in knowing how to go about such things as this meeting. Morati snorted, unable to stop himself. It was a rude response, and might get a rise out of Nihil. It was infrequent that things slipped with Morati, but something totally unexpected like that could indeed do it. Thankfully, Wijs intervened with yet another of her interesting comments. Waxing poetic, she comment about the busy old Sun, and about it always falling. It was a commentary on so much, that Morati actually blinked. So many things were falling right then, and it could very easily be a prophecy. Was one of their suns about to fall from the sky, dipping them into night eternal? He looked around at those present, and felt certain it was unlikely. Although when he glanced at Wraith a shiver ran down his spine. That was not the only comment that Wijs had to offer, and the other was rather more obviously about the meeting having run it's appointed course, and that t'was time for things to move beyond this rather dubious meeting place. Morati glanced up at Enfarious, and wondered what she was thinking at that moment, but it could wait. He was growing tired of being in the same room with Nihil, and found himself again wanting to speak with Wijs. Hopefully that time would arise quickly. Then Nihil took it upon herself to dress down Solus, for all the good it would do. Effectively she had played into his hands, and again proven that she was less than a sly individual. There was a ruthless cunning about her, but that was really it. Basically Nihil just reiterated what she'd said before, which resulted in Morati sighing. "If you have nothing new to add yourself, you don't always have to open your mouth. Sometimes a silent glare is far more eloquent." His voice had gone gruff, almost hound like, and he glanced up at the standing woman, then at Solus.
Evidently the council had a sense of humor he'd never know about, or at least some of the masters had one reemerge as the man before Mrris told him to stand and that he wouldn't bite. His name was Darious Fel'Reen, and he commented on the fairly sticky problem that the young Knight had found himself in. Then came a fairly standard request for more information, which made Mrris almost blush, but being a Shi'ido did indeed have it's advantages. Controling one's appearance was just a scratch on the surface of what could be done. He had straightened rather quickly, having been taught to obey the masters unquestionably. It was a rule he had never really liked, and had bent on a number of occassions. Early in his life. The last punishment, on top of the situation he'd caused, had cured him of that. "Of course Master, if you would follow me..." with that he turned towards the only area with sitting room that wasn't the cockpit, the training bay. There were no seats, and nothing particularly comfortable on the whole ship, for which Mrris had rather soundly cursed the council for several nights after being unable to capture his quarry. Taking a seat, but only after Darious had, he sighed softly and repeated the Jedi mantra. Determined to keep any emotion from his face, Mrris began. "First off, the man's name is Oridan Tembol, former Jedi Knight. He disappeared about five years ago, and it was assumed that he was lost in action since the last time he was seen alive he was taking a swan dive over a rather windy railing. He resurfaced, and murdered someone in a way that only a Force user could manage." Crumpling them into a little ball. It still sent shivers down his spine to think about. "I was assigned to track Oridan down and bring him to justice. It was assumed that he wasn't the former knight, and I didn't find out his name until recently. That's when I was told to await you, Master." Here he paused to catch his breath before resuming. Irritatingly, he was starting to let his feeling show, and the embaressment he felt at what had happened. Sure, Oridan had more experience, but he had been drastically weaker in the Force. That had been why it hurt to not be able to apprehend him. "Anyways, I caught up to him on Corellia. We fought in the sewers, and I actually had him bested. Unable to really run due to a burn on his leg. I was walking towards him and..." He could barely get the word out, "Slipped and my ankle broke. It took us both a few days to manage to leave the planet, but I could follow him since I'd found his ship and put a tracer on it. After that we seemed to be on more even footing, and he nearly beat me the next time. Technically I should have been dead, but again slipped and fell into a garbage chute." His face held a slightl tinge of red in it. "By the time I got back he was gone, but had left me a message. I thought it was a taunt, and a trap. I was wrong on the latter part, but couldn't make the most of the situation. That happened three more times. Then he led me here, and I sent in a report. Then you arrived." He felt sure he would recieve a reprimend should he stop there, so instead he picked up a datapad. Flipping to the spot he wanted, "Here's the information we have about Oridan. I'll give you the points that still apply. He always cared about justice, which might explain why I'm not dead now. Was a fairly accomplished duelist, but wasn't great at incorporating the Force into a fight. That has changed since his fall. He's grown better at fighting, and now uses the Force frequently. His lightsaber form is Ataru, and now shows shades of Juyo. The attitude he had is now warped, and Oridan had become vaguely egomaniacal, which also might be why I still live. Other than that, the report is fairly useless." Setting the pad aside, the Jedi continued. "One observation I've made is that Oridan seems to want to take me as a padawan, and has been enticing me during every battle." He refused to admit that his anger had slipped a couple of times, or that he'd allowed fear to guide his actions at times. Darious had no need of knowing that, surely. Sitting, waiting on Master Darious to reply was almost excruciating. Odds were that Oridan was setting them up even as they sat there, and had likely returned home. In the distance the aura of the planet pushed at them. It was not a terribly pleasant sensation, the constant hammering on his soul. It called, daring him to take control of the power that was available. Easy power. Power to crush everything before him. Mrris shivered, despite himself.
