Master of Illusions
Samara took her first step off the transport and inhaled deeply of the Kashyyk air. The scent of wet dirt and decaying foilage was soothing to her senses after so long on a ship. The extent of nature wasn't so much different then her homeworld the Jedi had left only a week ago, but it was different. The sound of laughter broke Samara out of her daze. Further up the docks a group of wookie children played with a group of children from various species. It was something she had not seen in a long time. Sam had spent to long in the Consortium. She was beginning to think they were how the galaxy should be.
Shaking the negative thoughts away Samara reached down for her bag. She could feel the beating darkness within the box she'd buried deep within. The entire transit it had felt like a thousand hands grasp at her throat. The edge of the docks was a mere twenty feet from her. From there it was a drop into darkness. She could just reach into the bag right now. Sam could almost feel the warm wooden box in her hands. It would only take a simple flip of the wrist to throw it into the forest below. She would be free of the thing. If only it was that simple. In her wildest dreams the box comes flying back at her, smacking the Jedi in the head. The contents of it would forever be her curse, her sin for the things she did.
With a new resolve Samara lifted her bag to her shoulder and began to walk down the avenue. She was not here to reflect on past mistakes, but because her skills were requested by the order. Apparently there were many here that desired training in what she had to offer. For their sake she hoped they had strong mental fortitude. It wasn't that many years ago her last apprentice nearly had a psychotic break. Now if she could just find where she needed to go...
Shaking the negative thoughts away Samara reached down for her bag. She could feel the beating darkness within the box she'd buried deep within. The entire transit it had felt like a thousand hands grasp at her throat. The edge of the docks was a mere twenty feet from her. From there it was a drop into darkness. She could just reach into the bag right now. Sam could almost feel the warm wooden box in her hands. It would only take a simple flip of the wrist to throw it into the forest below. She would be free of the thing. If only it was that simple. In her wildest dreams the box comes flying back at her, smacking the Jedi in the head. The contents of it would forever be her curse, her sin for the things she did.
With a new resolve Samara lifted her bag to her shoulder and began to walk down the avenue. She was not here to reflect on past mistakes, but because her skills were requested by the order. Apparently there were many here that desired training in what she had to offer. For their sake she hoped they had strong mental fortitude. It wasn't that many years ago her last apprentice nearly had a psychotic break. Now if she could just find where she needed to go...
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