Faction A very long slumber. (SJO and Brumhilda deWinter)

[Merlin deWinter]

Klatooine - 800 years ago

Merlin had been walking down further into the cave system looking for the lost slave they needed to rescue and get information from. He had not been privy to all the details however it was vital the boy was found before he died down here. Treading quietly, listening from movement, sounds and breathing coming from the surrounding enclosed area he paid attention. Marc had left a message on his communication device however he hadn't yet checked it - knowing time was running out.

Something sounded like a footstep from behind and he stopped, looking in the direction he'd just turned. "Joshir? It's ok. I'm with the jedi order. My name is Merlin." There was silence for a moment and then the sound of running feet and he started after the noise. The boy was spooked and maybe thought he was lying? He resisted the urge to swear as he came up to a dead end. Looking confused he looked around for a moment and then came into view of brilliant glowing green eyes, not unlike his own when his temper got the best of him or he was using a large amount of the force. "Who are...?" And then the world went blank.

Klatooine - present day

The chamber was still - it hadn't been explored or opened in a very long time. A cloaking device which had once hidden the entrance to this cave chamber flickered, it's energy cell finally giving one last hurrah of fake wall projection before shutting off and allowing the chamber to be open to anyone. The dusty and old bacta tank turned sleeping chamber within the cave walls still worked however had gone faulty some time ago which meant that the count down of whatever was kept inside it was stuck at 307 years and not opening up automatically any time soon. It was a miracle it was still working at all given the carbon date should anyone have been looking closer into the material that held whatever was inside.

The doorway was now open and whatever was inside slept. The only sound were drops of water running down the walls, mildew of cold air and no other life to be found.

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

PERSONAL EQUIPMENT: Jedi Robes, The Mask, Just in Case Cloak, Scope - kept on the utility belt until used, Wrist Device , Pair of Blue Lightsabers, Slicing/Gaming Tool, Hard Light Weapon
SHIP: B/E-3 B-Wing Multi-role Starfighter
LOCATION: Klatooine - Exploring
TAG: Merlin deWinter

Phalsi was mapping the area, taking a slow course through the desert area to make sure to note all the small areas that could hide someone. They were on a border territory, and an up to date map would be helpful in case of the worst. Fluctuating signatures had been coming from an area around her final stopping point before returning to town as she went over the scanner results.

Her ship was not to far away, her astromech keeping an eye on things while she was away.

She was standing outside what looked to be a cave formation when a wall disappeared. A wall of solid rock. Suddenly vanished. Her mask highlighted the new opening, her map updating spontaneously as she stood their, agape.

She twirled on the spot, masked face looking over the entrance and switching the mask's vision filter to thermal to examine the entrance. There was a faint heat source hinted at inside, a barely there sign. Like tasting something on the air. An eye twitch had the visual switching to night vision as she pulled the probe drone off of her belt. A series of facial gestures had an explore program activated in Scope. The little probe began to slowly float ahead of her.

It's passive scanning and visual appearing as a small pip in her mask, following the curvature of the cave as Scope began to speed ahead of her. Her hands were set apart, the lightsabers on her belt within a quick grab as she diverted her attention back and forth between Scope's view and her own. A few times she found her foot caught on a newly forming stalagmite as she kept her eyes peeled. Her hands pushing against the wall to catch herself.

Scope pinged her mask, detecting a power signature ahead as she paused and watched his camera feed.

The droid rounded the corner from where it pinged the power source, revealing what looked like a bacta tank. It swept the area, making no note of anything dangerous as Phalsi sped up to reunite with her droid. Upon entering the cavern with the bacta tank, the jedi would put the droid back on her belt, setting about examining the area.

 

[Brumhilda deWinter]

Merlin deWinter Phalsi Drynchen​

She had never been very strong with the Force. Somehow, the genetic experiments ran on her body by her mother, experiments that had begun before she'd even taken her first milk, had severed much of the potential connection she could have had. There were things with the Force she was great at, and there were many more things that she could not even perform at a very basic level.

And on those rare occasions that she could actually feel the Force calling to her - Brumhilda knew she had to listen. She did not share most of her family's trait for evil and the darkside, but she knew enough to be aware that not any hint of the Force was that. When she was called, a grand total of twice before today, she heeded it and followed the trail given to her.

This time, it took her to Klatooine.

Like a tug by invisible ropes, Brumhilda never knew where or why it was taking her there. It had been years since she'd opened her eyes and found herself in this strange and future galaxy, seven centuries away when where she had been only a moment ago, with toddler Dante in her arms. Dante was not around. Preciously few people who boasted the deWinter name were, and Brumhilda had made certain to keep far away from any of them that she could. Those who knew her history would hardly accuse her of anything but self preserving for that.

It had been two days now. Two days of trekking through this desert, without protective equipment or even enough water. Brumhilda didn't have access to things, had no credits. If she went anywhere, it was more often than not as a stowaway, and what food or drink she managed to get was done by stealing. It was not the life of a grand Jedi. It was no life at all.

But at last, she could see it. Almost like a shining beacon, the small heap of sand with an entrance. This was where she had been called to. This would be where this quest would finally end, and she could start thinking about ways to get away from this horrible planet.

With a smile of renewed energy, Brumhilda began to run. Minutes later, she was at the entrance, breathing hard, sweat clinging to the exposed skin that her dirty smock did not cover - and froze.

She was not alone.

Taking out a small rusty piece of metal that she sometimes used as a knife, her voice, cracked and dry, still shook when she opened her mouth to speak, a tiny woman just slightly over five feet tall.

"Who walks here?!"

 

[Merlin deWinter]

The one that lay slumbering still slept in their tank of darkness. (in other words - skip).

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

She had almost begun searching the area when a voice beckoned from outside. Least it sounded like outside. Caves made acoustics fun as Phalsi pauses and listened a moment longer before speaking.

"Um...jedi. Silver. Silver Jedi. Who calls?" She hollered back. Blinking, the woman took a look around her before simply standing where she was. Seemed a day for oddities. Rock walls vanishing. Things hidden in caves. People arriving at opportune times. Phalsi frowned beneath the mask. Universe was a strange place.

 

[Brumhilda deWinter]

Merlin deWinter Phalsi Drynchen​

Silver Jedi. She'd heard the name before. This galaxy was plagued with various organizations that claimed to the Jedi name, though with other happenings in it, Brumhilda was pretty set in her belief that there wasn't much difference between them here, and between them in the place she had come from.

Brumhilda didn't know how to taste lies through the Force. But whether the person was from where they said they were or not, it didn't matter.

Taking a step into the cave, she raised her little chiv. She could still feel the pull towards a specific place within the cave, and she followed it, bare feet taking it step by step, trudging forward carefully. She hadn't answered the question - had no intention of answering it. Her name brought on antagonism, and more often than not those who learned it chose to try to kill her.

Always better safe than sorry.

"Get out of here!" she shouted in the cave, taking another step forward.

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

Merlin deWinter Brumhilda deWinter​

There was no answer to her question, and Phalsi had to take a moment to listen a little better. Maybe they had tried to.... Get out of here!

She had to pause at the demand, turning slowly in the night vision mode to examine the cave around her. Nada. Nothing. The way in seemed the only way in, and out. Phalsi hollered back, using the voice modulator to cast her voice better. "I mean...it looks like the way out is they way you are coming in. So I would much rather stay put. At least till we can trade places. Open spot here in the middle." She frowned a little at the tank beside her.

"Well, mostly open. There is a strange...tank in here. You-ah...you coming in then?" She pushed herself to one side of the cave, still looking at the strange collection of gear here. The mask focused while she did so, pinging a life sign inside. Brow furrowed, she re-thought her position in the room, and in the situation.

"What brought you here?" She opted to fill the silence rather than suffer silently. Having no answer to the name made her a bit antsy, but not enough to draw on her lightsabers.

 

[Brumhilda deWinter]

Merlin deWinter Phalsi Drynchen​

The person didn't just leave. They were trying to talk to her! Brumhilda's resolve strengthened and she gripped the makeshift shiv harder. She wasn't going to be scared away by some… Well okay, she was definitely scared, and the fear could probably be smelled through the Force like a very bad stink bomb, but she was still going to go inside!

If only because now that she was closer, she could feel something that felt familiar, but not in an intimidating way.

"Step away from the tank!" she instructed the other person as she took another in, "If you come close to me I swear I'll kill you!"

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

She watched the other come in, and raised her hands up in the air. "Not coming close to you. That...weapon looks like I could get seven sorts of infections." The tone was both serious and sarcastic, trying to defuse the situation. Not moving just yet, Phalsi was content to stand there for a minute before looking toward the exit again before looking back to the second to come into the cave. "You need some water? Bit dry out here. And, well, you look a bit parched."

"Phalsi, by the way. Jedi, slicer, troublemaker." She offered to the other woman, still not coming close. Cornered people tended to be the most dangerous, and she really didn't feel like taking a few rounds of shots or antibiotics.

 

[Merlin deWinter]

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