Yes but Juhani isn't to trusting to a complete stranger.

Driving the speeder was something akin to driving a sports car to the godling. His hands shook as they grasped the controls as his foot held the accelerator down; pushing the tired old machine forward, faster than any other time it had gone in previous years. The ringing in his ears and the intimacy he felt as he glided across Dantooine’s surface was exhilarating. It was with some **** that Michael decreased his speed as he neared his destination.

He slowed even further as the Jedi Enclave came into view for the first time since Darth Malak’s attack. He had played Kotor 2 and had seen the Enclave years after the attack after attempts at reconstruction had been made. But the sight before him was different. It was still fresh; a wound left open even months after the attack and subsequent armed occupation.

Michael stopped the speeder atop a slope overlooking the devastation.

Dantooine consisted of a large farming community and private residents. Lacking the development and funding a Core World would possess as well as a figure head to organize the fledgling community it was no surprise they had no official location for commerce and trade, relying solely on those around them within speeder distance.

To solve the dilemma, if only temporary, the Jedi Order allowed the use of the exterior grounds of their Enclave for merchants and other traders. It was because of this, when the Sith at last attacked this bastion of their enemy, not only Jedi died in the opening salvo.

The scene came to him in perfect clarity as it had always done. The atmosphere around the Enclave was one of pleasantness and comradely as merchants shouted and hawked their wares while droids cleaned and Padawans meditated and trained off within the inner confines of the Enclave.

Days later, the civilians who survived the attack would go on record as to state a sudden feeling of disquiet. The more seasoned farmers had taken it as a sign of bad weather while the more sensitive among them held their heads skyward as the first wave of fire fell. Turbolasers fell like red droplets amid a rain storm as the feelings of unease were replaced by turmoil.

Time seemed to slow down as the tan and brown stonework of the Enclave was bathed in a glow of freshly spilled blood. The trees close by caught fire; becoming something crudely resembling demonic idols from the fables of primitive societies. There the flames danced casting shadowy figures across the defiled landscape. The meditative garden and reflection pools were next, reduced to a sizable crater upon the planet’s already marred surface.

At last the chorus of destruction reached the Enclave itself. The roof evaporated; replaced by a ball of fire that blossomed into a splendid tower of orange, red and black. The walls of the Enclave; once thought to be impregnable by the inhabitants, now found themselves buried alive while the more fortunate ones were granted a far swifter end when their bodies were pierced by jagged chunks of shrapnel the walls had sprouted forth.

As an eerie silence filled the void of where life had once resided, the landscape was awash with silver and red plated humanoids. The shower of orbital fire had ceased as the soldiers of the Sith scoured the debris, pulling survivors and corpses free before dragging them back to their drop ships.

The **** tried to alert him of the approaching threat but Michael couldn’t discern the difference of distress he was feeling from what stood before him and what approached unseen behind. Even as he craned his head; finally understanding the unspoken warning, he still didn’t see his attacker. Even as he was lifted from the confines of the speeder and sent soaring through the air, he did not see. It was only as the god lay sprawled on the ground did his attacker come into focus and what a sight she was.

He took in as much of her as he could. Her fit petite form expertly molded through a lifetime of training and covered in a tight fitting white and orange bodysuit. Her full and beautiful cheek bones were extenuated by the intricate designs that covered her head. Even now Michael couldn’t tell if they were tattoos or something else related to her feline traits. Her single pony-tail at the apex of her scalp reminded him of a dangling cat toy; which **** the Michael to guard himself from laughing out loud. Juhani’s sharp, almost pointed ears looked almost elvish. But such thoughts of fantasy were lost as the imposing and illuminating eyes of Juhani starred down at him.

In all respects she was indeed beautiful, but it had gone unappreciated in her life. At first as a ****, seen as nothing more than property to be used and discarded on a whim. Later as a Jedi, where she was conditioned to avoid physical and emotional attachments.

Michael was locked on her full lips when she spoke; her words joined by a fountain of blue light erupting from her fist. “Who are you and why do you have that speeder?”

Holding his hands up non-threateningly Michael answered. “I found it?” His words sounded more like a question than an answer; as if silently asking if that was what she wanted to hear. Juhani did not take it well and took a menacing step forward.

I really don’t want to test my immortality. Michael thought to himself and held his hands up higher as his tunic began to hick itself up his chest.

A brief gesture on Juhani’s part ripped the blaster from Michael’s not so concealed hiding place and effortlessly tossing it behind the speeder with but a flick of her wrist. She moved the blade closer; reconstituting the memories of the torturous Twi’lek in the homestead. “I shall ask you again, why do you have the Moraal’s speeder? Who are you?”

In a whisper Michael replied. “Did they have a farm no more than thirty minutes from here?”

Juhani nodded. “So you do know them. They have no children and despite your garb you are no farmer, the **** is too strong with you to be a simple farm hand from the area. Who are you and what are you doing on this planet?”

After a few moments of pondering Michael concluded mind games and manipulations this early in their meeting would only work against him. The thought of overpowering her had come to mind, but he quickly dismissed this notion. While he could not deny seeing the Cathar being driven before him was both stimulating and extremely arousing she was still a fully trained Jedi Knight with years of experiencing in combating other ****-users.

Besides she had already called his bluff on his farmer facade. So he would tell her the truth, omitting a few key details. Michael doubted claiming to be a god would go over well without displaying his divine nature and he wanted to avoid such questions that would follow this early in his little journey.

“I came to this world looking for two others. I had not expected to find you so early, Juhani. Though I must say, I had hoped our first meeting would be more…pleasant.” The blade dipped away, so Michael continued. “As to your previous question, I wasn’t lying when I said I found it at the household of the Moraals as you call them.”

“Did you steal it? I doubt they would have been so compliant as to give you there only means of transportation.”

Their deaths replayed in the god’s mind destroying any solace he had retained from riding the speeder. In a sorrow filled tone he continued. “They were dead upon my arrival to their home.” He looked up at her with the sad expression of a child who had witnessed something their mind could never hope to understand. “T..they’d been tortured before they met their end…I s..saw it happen.”

“That makes no sense. You said when you arrived they were already dead, how could you have seen it happen? Was there a holo recording?” she asked a hint of hesitation in her voice. No doubt she feared being presented with a holo of something equivalent as **** porn.

“Before I answer, may I please stand? While I don’t mind the view of your legs my back is beginning to ache.”

The blade returned at the ready. “You will answer and if I find it acceptable we will see.”

Michael sighed. “You already know the answer. You said it yourself that the **** is strong with me. In certain situations the **** shows me visions of events that occurred in the past. So I did witness their end, from a certain point of view. I was experiencing such a vision when you so crudely threw me to the ground. I was witnessing Malak’s attack on the Enclave.” The god motioned behind him towards the ruined Enclave for effect.

“These visions can you control them? Can you say…perceive who was present at the Enclave?”

“Perhaps, I have never attempted it before. I only just arrived on the planet a few hours ago. I have not experimented thus far with my abilities yet.”

Juhani nodded which Michael took as ‘okay, you can get up now’. So when he was just lifting his back off the ground he was taken aback when Juhani pinned him under foot. “One last question,” she added.

Michael let out a sigh of agitation. “What now?”

“How did you know my name? I never mentioned it.”

The god couldn’t stop his smugness from polluting his next words. “Oh yes, how could I know the name of one of the people responsible for defeating Darth Malak and bringing an end to the Jedi Civil War.”

After a minute Juhani removed her boot from the god’s stomach and offered him a hand up, her lightsaber still active, encasing her right side in an almost tranquil light. “Fair enough, I haven’t sensed any deceit coming from you. What shall I call you?”

Taking her offered hand without a second prompt Michael at last stood up stretching his back as he answered. “Michael Hazelton, though I’d prefer it if you simply called me Michael.”

“Very well,” deactivating her weapon and hooking it firmly on her belt Juhani asked another question as the two proceeded to the ruins. “Who else do you search for?”

“I came seeking two other ****-users to aid me. The Jedi Knight, Belaya whom you are familiar with and a former instructor of the Sith Academy on Korriban, Yuthura Ban.”

Juhani paused mid-step her hand instinctively freeing the hilt of her lightsaber from her belt but stopped short from reactivating it. “How are you familiar with Yuthura? Why seek out a Darksider?”

Michael glanced back at the ruins of the Enclave, they had made little progress towards it and if this continued they would reach it by nightfall. Giving a slow uninterested sigh the man rested his hands at the base of his back. “Juhani, I’ve seen your travels and your adventure with Revan and Bastila. I am fully aware that Yuthura is no more in touch with the Dark Side than you are.”

He let that little jab at her past failing hang in the air before continuing. “I seek Yuthura out in particular because I wish to hold her to a promise she made long ago, not to me you see but to those she left behind.”

“And Belaya?”

“In truth, I know very little of her past aside from her time with the Order. What I do know is that she cares deeply for you and you her. So I had concluded that by working towards reuniting the two of you I would gain the trust of both parties.”

“So you sought to manipulate us through our friendship?” Juhani snarled angrily, her thumb affectionately caressing the trigger of her lightsaber.

“Does doing a good deed stop being good if you gain from the outcome of it? Perhaps, but are you saying you’d reject my help in finding her? I can only assume that is why you are here on a Sith occupied planet, alone and without Jedi or Republic support.”

Michael motioned for her to follow, but Juhani held her ground. She was conflicted on one side she really wanted to cut him down for toying with her feelings for Belaya while the other side wanted his help and to the void with the consequences. Her inner turmoil was almost palpable, but Juhani hid her conflict well from her face.

Standing there, Michael’s mind began to wander and he was pondering what Juhani’s lips tasted like when she finally spoke.