Channelknight Fadran

"...Depends."

Feisyyd waited in the sunlight by the entrance. Her padawan waited behind her, face concealed under her cloak - seven years, it had been, but she still hadn't really come out of her shell. The child was shy, quiet... often timid. In the past, Aria had always had to teach humility and reservation, not self-confidence. It was a foreign aspect of the soul that she was frightfully unfamiliar with. Perhaps that was why she'd taken Nayla as an apprentice in the first place: to teach herself patience in overcoming a challenge. It was him, certainly. The way his presence rippled through the Force - though foreign, perhaps, to that of the Order, it still felt so much like him. He had changed, but at his heart he was the same... or at the very least, that is what she felt. "You've known him?" Nayla asked. "For many years, yes. You remember Deilil, the older apprentice I raised? The two of them were like father and son..." Feisyyd cracked a rare smile. "Sometimes he would even call me 'Aunt' instead of Master."

"It depends. Torture isn't for interrogations - they have much more efficient methods of gathering information. But it's often used to extract forced confessions after the fact to dispose of prisoners without any hassle." Ayia glanced around. "For now we just look like common thieves, if I had to guess, but it's... it's also possible that I'm still in their database somewhere."

"Often, yes. And they're quick to execute as well."

"I sense concern in you, Nayla." "It's nothing, master." She cracked a small smile. "I'm only wondering what Rukk might be doing today." Indeed, that was a question worth asking. "Something strange, I suppose." A presence emerged into the planet's conscience: they both felt it. Akin to any regular Jedi, but far more powerful - and shifted, it seemed, from the clear flow of the Order. For young Nayla it would be unfamiliar, but to Feisyyd... well. It was a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. "Come, child." Feisyyd stood. "It's time I introduce you to Master Royalos."

"Guys," Ayia said, quietly, "we should surrender."

@Ancient Elantrian

I did the arts of Master Faisyyd

@Szeth_Pancakes

“Just be careful. Don’t overexpend yourself until we’re at least sure whether you can access more magic here.” “The problem is that magic doesn’t always carry over between universes well. Most of the time it’ll be fine to an extent, but sometimes…” Surrender now, or we will open fire.

"I mean where do you draw the energy to cause the magic to do things?"

"What's the source of your... wind stuff?"

"I mean extensively."

"Using your powers might be dangerous."

"Is Perception magic tied directly to your universe?" Ayia asked.

Disengage your thrusters and engines immediately. Please submit yourselves to interrogation.

“Unlikely. I… suppose if you could hide the ship and all its signals, but even then I imagine Beorin might able to find us.” “Maybe???”

“Does anyone see any kind of exit? Anywhere?”