Kahn knew Psychic was trying to get him worked up, but although his words brought a flash of emotional pain, that was all. His voice was calm and neutral when he spoke.

"Yes, it does bring those situations to mind. But it also brings to mind all the good times I had when I was at Jabba's Palace. My past no longer connects holds power over me, Lord Psychic. Anger may have once been my natural reaction to memories, but no more."

No? Then perhaps this will accomplish something...

*Psy tossed the ring up in the air and brought his saber down upon it, destroying it into bits and pieces. The last dear possesion that Kahn had be given by his mother was no longer.*

Kahn shook his head slightly.

"Sith, do you really think that destroying an object can make me a slave to the Dark Side once again? I would have liked to have kept the ring, yes, but it's merely a trinket, an inanimate object. I still have my memories, both good and bad, and those are worth far more than any ring."

Another time, perhaps, and the Jedi would have lashed out at Psychic in anger. But the Council had made a wise decision in him promotion to Knight, and he knew how to handle himself when threatened by his past.

OOC: Ahh! I'm sorry Kahn, forgot all about this!!!

IC:

*Psy was laughing in the back of his mind. So, Kahn perhaps was stronger than he thought. Psy did however feel just that little.. microscopic amount of anger that he was certain was still in Kahn, he felt it, but he obviously could not expand it by this. But Psy was done. He tapped a button on his security belt.*

Thank you, Kahn. Now that I know where you are and what your status is, I think you'll enjoy having this back. *Out of his belt and threw down a ring.. Kahn's real ring. He knew that Kahn would recongnize it as the real ring once he closely examined it.*

*A shuttle appeared overhead, with its ramp down.*

I'd love to stay, but I'm afraid I cannot. Your fate has all ready been secured. Enjoy your "trinket" Kahn, for it will be the cause of many future problems for you. Mark my words.

*Psy jumped high into the air, with the aid of the Force, and landed on the shuttle ramp, which quickly flew away before Kahn could jump as well. Psy disengaged his saber as the shuttle door closed, and wipe sweat off of his forehead.*

Mission accomplished.

OOC: 'Tis fine. :)

IC:

Kahn watched the shuttle leave the planet's atmosphere, and he cautiously approached the ring. Already, he could sense that it was the real one. Bending down, he picked it up and ran his fingers over it. For a moment, his eyes glazed over as he thought silently of his mother, of all the good times (few and far apart as they were) and of her death. However, he took a few deep breaths and examined the ring more closely, looking carefully for any type of tracking device it might contain that Psychic could use to trace him. He couldn't detect any foreign object, but he figured he ought to get it tested -just in case. Pocketing the ring, he shut down his saber and clipped it to his belt, bending down to splash some clear, cool water on his sweaty face. Then, the Jedi turned and headed home.