The Senate Rotunda

In as instant Cass was up and moving. His hand shooting out to use the force to slow the Senator's fall. He turned to face them large man. Cass had a glimmer of amusement in his red eyes. You chose the wrong day friend. There was a time he would have tried to talk this situation through, but that time was passed. Cass had been left a cynical shell of his former self.  The man flexes, on his arm Cass notices a tattoo. So this guy was former Republic special forces. In the other hand was some sort of weapon that Cass couldn't make out. At least this might be a little fun.  So how do you want to be hurt today? My hand? My foot? Something more subtle?Cass gently uses the Force to put pressure on the man's windpipe making him gasp.Or if you want to wait a moment for my things to get passed security, something a little... warmer? Your choice? Cass was already reaching out with the Force to his weapons in a security locker. They were splintering the wood locker they were being held by. It wouldn't be long before they were free.

Without moving is feet Cass dodged the attack. He used the man's momentum to send him falling to the ground. Cass then moved between the man and the downed Senator. He could sense the senator was going to try to get involved with the fight. An untrained person could make things get ugly. Gently but firmly Cass used the force to push him farther away. Cass's weapons pack finally splinter's the weapons locker. Cass only calls his Cyan curved hilt saber out of it. It begins the journey to the fight. I was having a nice day, you messed that up by causing a ruckus. Attacking someone in a public place? Not the best of ideas. Cass needed to know what the weapon was he was facing and soon. Once all the variables were known then he could now how best to handle the situation. You will need to use more than your fists and raw force to get by me.

Koronov's first attempt to get up was foiled by some unseen force, and as he slid across the floor before regaining control and jumping to his feet, he began to understand the capabilities of his unexpected rescuer. The man did not dress like a Jedi, nor did he exactly talk like one. His words were aggressive and threatening. But he clearly had the Force in some measure, and he had just used to for the right reasons, to interfere in a minor crisis. For that, Dmitri was both curious and grateful.

=Man=
The burly man sprawled on the floor snarled at Cass as he sat up and looked around the room. Koronov's attacker said nothing, only glaring at Cass and the encircling crowd, who were now being shouldered aside by a half-dozen Senate guardsmen. With a sigh, he flung a bent silver spoon at Cass's feet, and raised his hands above his head as he rolled his eyes. "Very impressive. Who are you, the Senator's bodyguard? I am sure the people he represents will be happy to know about your threats." The man grinned dramatically. "Go on, hit me. Do your worse. Let the people see what kind of man you really are."

Dmitri rolled his eyes and stepped forward, holding his hands up. "Stop, both of you."

He turned to the red-eyed force wielder, giving him a nod of thanks. "Thank you for your help. The Republic needs more quick thinking citizens like you."

And then he turned to his attacker. "This gentleman has no association with me, and I have never met him until this moment. He simply did what any honest citizen would do in such a situation, which is much more than I can say for you." One of the guardsmen finally reached the center of the circle, and roughly hauled the man to his feet. "My new friend is quite right, I could make you disappear if I so wished, but I do not have any such wish." He kicked the spoon with his toe. It was nothing more than a prop, and certainly not a dangerous weapon on its own (although the man himself was strong enough to inflict severe harm, weapon or no weapon). "No real harm was done here, and I see no reason to press charges against you. I would prefer to let you return to your employers with word of how badly they have misjudged my character."

As the Senate guards escorted Koronov's deflated attacker from the cafe and the gathered crowd began to disperse in disappointment (they'd wanted a right), Dmitri looked around again for the man who had rescued him from danger. The stranger had slipped away before anyone could question him, but at the door, he glanced back, and the two made eye contact momentarily. Then he was gone. Dmitri shrugged, took a deep breath, and made his own way out. He knew security would record the identity of his attacker, and ensure that he was blacklisted from the Senate building. There was no real need to inflict any harsher punishment on the man for what had basically amounted to stupidity in trusting a sensationalist holonet tabloid.

The young man extends his hand to the elder statesman. Behind him, Cass takes note of everyone he sees. The running staffers, Jedi some serving a purpose others enjoying their status, guardsmen so bound by red tape they can't act, reporters looking for something true or not to make their career, and tourists. The true wild card, tourists, the other groups were easy to account for, to plan for, but the tourists you couldn't place. They made him nervous.

It is a pleasure to actually formally meet you. Of course.

He wanted a corner seat, it was a reflex, but he couldn't exactly ask for it here in this situation.

Thank you for meeting with me. Did your assistant tell you anything about me?

Cass asks as he takes his seat across from the Senator. He smiled to himself trying to prepare an answer for the question he knew was coming soon. "What can you do for me, why should I take you on?" These questions should be asked but Cass was still unsure how to answer. How do you tell a respected and powerful Senator, one that will likely soon become leader of the Republic that you are willing to become his spy, enforcer, commander, assassin even. How do you explain to a man that represents a Jedi strong hold world that you are very powerful in the ways of the Force and you embrace the lightside, but you are not now nor will you ever be a Jedi. How do you tell him that you are not a peacekeeper, but a weapon. And mostly if he is as good as people say he is, how do you convince him he needs you. Cass should have had all this figured out by this point, but he didn't. He hoped that the Senator could read him and tell this all about him. Odd, Cass had spent years making it so he couldn't be read now he wanted nothing more than to not have to say anything.

Looking at the menu something caught his eye. It was a fish from Csilla, prepared in Chiss traditions. Cass had never heard of it before nor had he heard of any of the trimmings with it. But he thought it sounded amazing non the less.

I was not. There limitations never fit well with what i was taught, or with the way the galaxy is. I am not gray, or dark, to answer the question that would follow that response.
I was trained under a sect of monks in the Unknown Regions. They were devoted entirely to the light side of the force and seeing how strong an individual could become. The word "power" was never spoken there. Power was not the goal, being the best you could be was. I was raised by them from birth, they taught me to better myself at every turn and never rest. The light was always the source of strength. I grew better and better each day, training. The Force was a companion to become a better me.
Then I turned 16. I was told that I wasn't one of them. They had made a deal to raise me and train me until I was ready. They never told me who they made this deal with. Now that i was ready I needed to leave and fulfill my destiny. I was reminded that personal power was never the goal, and those that used what they could do to hold power over others were to be fought, and eliminated.

That may have been more than what you asked.

I do things that Jedi would not approve of. Have abilities they call may call evil, but i use them to one end only Justice.

I have not... Cass looked away remembering all the times he had asked. Every time they said, "It is not our secret to tell." My eyes, my dark hair, I always knew I wasn't one of them, but that was all they would ever say. They are very secretive. I have yet to ever find any record of their existence in any database I have looked in.
I guess that's what brought me here. At least here, I can be doing something. Not just sitting asking questions that may not have answers that I can find.