Altair was used to the presence of other Force users. At home, the very world was bright with thousands upon thousands reaching out, and their movements sent ripples throughout the Force no matter where one went. Joy, curiosity, sorrow, fear. He'd felt it all.

Here, here the Force was so quiet. Barely a movement, besides his own, and Cal's.

That silence was near maddening at times, when he was so used to reaching out and feeling an entire world trying to reach back.

So when another presence arrived, he sensed it first. It was familiar, in a way. But not, at the same time. New, though, he thought. Which probably meant that whoever it was was confused and in need of answers.

His dualsaber at his side, Altair set out to find this new presence- and came to a halt once he saw him. Oh no.

His dualsaber was pulled immediately, thin red blades flaring to life, his posture defensive rather than aggressive, "One wrong move, Ren, and you'll get to know what facing a true Sith is like-"

He didn't want to fight. But he would.

Ren did feel different somehow though. But not enough to make Altair lower his guard.