Mara was content, and it was partially because she was clean. The main reason was rather odd though, it felt nice to be here on Rioliv. With the nice moist jungle air and clean water. Trees that swayed in the wind and offered her shelter from the sun, and fish in the streams and rivers. Years ago when she first came to this moon she was  the most at peace she has been in her entire life, she was only a child then and despite the situation she had been in, the months she spent here were the best of her life. She let herself sink under the water for a minute and floated. Memories of her time her flashed through her mind like a little movie playing on the screens of her closed eyes. Totally and blissfully unaware of the visitor she had. Popping up feeling as good as ever Mara would get out and walk to her clothes.  It was warm enough that they had dried out after she washed them and she knew that she would be fine with air drying, the sun may have been hidden behind the trees but this was definatly still a jungle planet. Heat was no stranger here, and mara actually liked it. So the young woman dressed herself quietly and calmly, with a content smile painting her light pink lips.<br/><br/><br/>It was at this point that Skylar would be able to get a better look at his adversary. She was tall, though being tall wasnt too uncommon for a species that wasnt entirely human. Mara had four small horns on her head, very similar to the ones many a resident on Dothomir had. Though she lacked the colorful skin and she only had few of the small and almost stubby horns. As he might have already been able to tell, she was physically a very desirable specimen, and she was unknowingly about to give him a show. As she got dressed she would do things like wiggle into her one piece, causing her breasts to bounce a bit. Even bending over to pick up her boots with her plump rear, and nether regions pointed right in his direction only to cover it up with the two layers of a body suit and flowing skirt covering her up. Even after the skirt only added to the soft sway of her hips as she moved. As of now she was unaware of him sneaking around and wasnt paying attention the the presence of anybody or anything, not even the animals concerned her because the most deadly only came out during the night. Now fully dressed, she figured that it was nearby but normally she would have put it in her boot or on top of her clothes, and that was the last place she had seen it.<br/><br/>Then the panic began to set in.<br/><br/>' it was just here!!'<br/><br/>'Where the fuck did I put it?'<br/><br/>' It has to be close by!!'<br/><br/>These were the thoughts running through her head, before she turned around to the sound of rustling leaves and feet in the dirt.<br/><br/>All calm was gone when she found out that he had it. A white hot rage boiled in side of her ready to overflow. Turing around to look on the other side of her, she wasnt expecting to see the young red haired jedi from the ship. Nor was she expecting him to have taken her saber, and the transition from calm to total blood rage was apparent. Purple eyes widened for a split second and then narrowed, as her gaze zeroed in on his figure. Plush lips that had formed content smiles and gentle sighed now pulled back, almost as if she was snarling at him, This gave way to teeth that almost looked like fangs. He could see her hands would shake as well, and oh boy, to say she was pissed would be an understatement. Mara hadn't been so angry in so long.<br/><br/>It was almost common knowlage that taking the lightsaber of a Sith or a Jedi would result in some sort of unfavorable reaction. From the time that they craft it to their death, the lightsaber will forever be an extension of their own body, and to some it was an extension of their personality as well. Mara loved her saber, to her it was the only thing she could trust besides her master.It was consistant and strong, but most of all it was apart of her. The memory of crafting it and creating every inch of it melded in her mind. Hours spent to make the matte black shell and even the red detailing and raised surfaces that almost resembled the texture of a tree, it was etched into her brain. She felt empty without its familar weight on her hip. So when she saw its velvety matte handle in the hands of a jedi she nearly screamed.<br/><br/>He walked away calmly but she ran like the mad woman she was. Unbraied hair flying behind her like a sheet in the wind. She fought up to him quick enough and used the force to throw some , very heavy rocks at him. Nearly the size of Skylar himself. He sent them back with just as much force, clearly prepared for any attack she was about to throw at him. Now realizing this she would dodge with the grace of a bird in flight, her skirts moving with her like she was a dancer. However she wasnt in the mood for the kind of dance the wealthy enjoyed in their free time, no she wanted one that was more deadly.<br/><br/>With  very shaky and angry sort of laugh she would pushed her long hair that trailed into her face away, almost gripping it at the same time " Nice to see you again little boy?! Having fun flying solo from what I can see! I didn't expect you of all people to follow me" she said letting go of her hair and letting her hand fall to the side. A different kind of look flitted across her face as an idea ran through her head. He was clearly prepared, but also angry. She could feel that sweet anger pouring off him like molasses, and it was more than enough to get an idea flowing through her head. Anger was not uncommon for a Sith, they welcomed it and embraced it like an old friend. For the jedi, it was different. They wanted 'Let Go' of their hatred and rage, but Mara knew better. You can never truly let go of things, especially of the wound was still fresh. Skylar was still emotional and she knew how to manipulate emotions very well. In order to get her saber back she had to attack in a very strategic way, and that involved provoking the young Jedi.<br/><br/>" Tell me, everything happened so fast on that ship, did he still twitch after I sliced his brain in half or did he go completely still? I would have stayed longer to watch if I could have" she wouldn't speak his name, she knew it but what was the fun in giving life to a thing that was already gone " I can tell why your here, I can feel all of it. That rage you must feel. Do you think he would be proud of you? Do you think he would be disappointed that your going against everything you learned to avenge him? Because I think he would, when death is at our door we learn he true nature of a person. Killing me know won't excuse the COWARDACE you displayed on that ship! I could see in his eyes how he begged to whatever God there was that he wouldn't die. I dont think they heard him..." she would say as she slowly began to move around the side of him. She noticed how he held back during the fight, and how his master told him to stay back. It was probably to keep him safe no doubts there but Mara wasnt going to let him think that. The Sith let out a pitying laugh as she continued to tell him " Do you think he was disappointed that you let him die? Because when I watched those blind old eyes of his it was as if one final light went off inside his head! It was as if he knew in that moment he spent the last years of his life training a FAILURE!!" she let out a malicious cackle as she looked him dead in they eye.<br/><br/>Mara was still out for blood, her darkened eyes and furrowed brows could show that more than anything and most importantly she was waiting. Like any good predator, she needed to wait for her prize. Watching his body language, and looking for any kind of lax in his grip so she could take back the saber. There were many kinds of ways to get rid of or channel anger, the only difference between some Sith and others is that the best ones can channel it into ways that are useful. There is more than one way to make your foe suffer. Mara was about to kick it up a notch " I bet you saw him as some sort of father figure? Did you think he looked at you as a son? What if I told you at the end of the day he didn't give one shit about you?!! No master actually loves their apprentice, I'm the 7th apprentice for my master and that's because he hated the others so much he killed them! Your master probably wanted you gone too, I bet you were the whinist student in the world! If I were him I would have wa wanted to kill you too....... wait maybe that's too good. He probably wanted to die so he wouldn't have to live with the memory of you! I guess that it's a a good thing I sliced through his dumb brain!" She moved as of she was loose, as she circled him but ever mussel was waiting for any kind of movement from him. Rage made people unpredictable.<br/><br/>This volatile Jedi was no execption.