Coruscant - Council Room Exterior
Ferne'is and Darth Terest
Talan opens her mouth to request the honor of facing Ciaran when the time came, but she stops short. Thoughts about Ryder popped into her mind. What would be his fate as Jedi prisoner? Would he be severed from the Force. "Spare Ryder." The words and tone surprise her. Of all the things she would ask for that simply didn't make sense. She turns from the council and walks from the room. What had gotten into her? She steps past the Jedi outside of the chamber, her face somber as she descends the Temple. Ryder was here and she needed answers.
Fern winces as Ryder pushes harder. It was getting hard for him to breathe. "Y-you...think that? Why...why would I lie? I hav-ve...have nothing...to gain from lying." Fern pushes on the back of Ryder's hands lessening the force pinning him to the wall. "She's never been beaten in a fair fight, has she? The Echani believe that battle is a form of speaking. No one can truly lie in their movements. Every strike conveys intent. Desire. Hope." He breaks his eyes from Jolla and stares into Ryder's. "Have you not noticed that her every movement is planned? Have you ever fought her?"
((Where is Jared?))











