~Ossanlin~
Ossanlin closes his eyes and rears back slightly at Mar's touch. Mar was a friend, wasn't he? Or at least a sort of kindred spirit in a way. Why did he feel such revulsion? He had drawn powerfully on Mar's own energy to defeat that strange, inhuman human. It was coming back to him now. Yes, of course he was a friend. Those feelings, they did not belong to him. They weren't him. It seems so much clearer.
Ossanlin tries to formulate thought-speech but still fails. He attempts to lift an arm, nod his head, any movement at all that might convey communication, but fails, as if his brain is not currently connected to his body. This is quite an odd experience, not wholly unlike that which an involuntary host experienced under Yeerk dominion. Except the force that was sharing his body was not malevolent, merely...potent. He tries to assume control, to push the other invading force from his body but barely gets anywhere with the effort. <I....I...am....> It should not be so hard to formulate thought-speech...
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~Rathien~
Rathien listens as best he can...something about medicine, and this Yeerk was apparently from some sort of future, as odd as that seems. Perhaps he was merely insane, but Tobias believed him, either that or was doing a great job of acting. Of course, the very existence of Tobias pokes at the multiverse theory. Supposedly his ship had the ability to transcend to other universes, and Rathien's own conversations with Thienal support that claim.
Shortly thereafter they discuss leaving and the strange controller claiming to be from a future existence descends, Dracon in hand.
Rathien sneers as the controller speaks. Rathien had never experienced any ship other than that of Tobias that was able to read through his camouflage. Anger bubbles up through his usual calm. This being might be bluffing, then again his ship could apparently detect Rathien's presence. He pulls his Entroper free of its holster, holding it at his side. His finger itches to see this controller that dared to order him around ripped molecule from molecule. He bares his fangs, torn with indecision. He wanted to kill this one entirely too much, he felt wrong, and was audacious to boot...but killing him would warn Tobias, not to mention the mess.
Instead Rathien leaps into the air, landing on top of the future controller's craft. He levels his Entroper at what he believes to be the ****pit and fires, a bolt of destabilizing energy lancing toward the craft at point-blank range. Even as he fires the weapon, he leaps with impressive speed away from the craft toward the rest of the ship parking lot, landing on top of a decommissioned Bug-fighter before leaping again to a craft of unknown design and origin, each bound carrying him several yards.
Immediately he feels some chagrin as he turns to watch the results of his weapon discharge. Striking in anger often led to a poor outcome, but then he hadn't actually fired at anyone in particular, merely at a piece of machinery. Perhaps it would at least inconvenience the annoying controller.
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~Raile~
Raile remains silent for a long time, thinking about what the other Jedi has said. It was probably true, that had been his own Master's way, but...
"What then if...embracing...th ose feelings turns me?" His voice is soft, almost a whisper, but he is afraid that doing as the other Jedi suggests would do just that.