What if you fly?
Background:
During occupation, the Uneti's monk's temple on Tython was ramshackled by necromancers, inverted to become a nexus for Dark Spirits, some of the Uneti's very own now cruelly bound to the place as a harsh reminder to never interfere with their communion. Now, as the grip of the Darksiders has been loosened on the planet, surviving Uneti from across the galaxy have come to Tython to perform a pilgrimage and rites of cleansing on the site, with several Jedi in tow as support. It's here that Mykel reunites with a family friend - Charlie Nooran.
Jedi Robes
The speeder truck came to a gradual stop where the gravel path narrowed into root-knotted forest. The Uneti monks dismounted without a word. Simple robes, pale staves etched in runes, no armor or elaborate gear, just quiet reverence and the slow precision of ritual. They had warned ahead of time: no tech past this point. Mykel didn't fully believe it until the display console in the truck started glitching, and Puck's voice distorted into something closer to a binary wheeze. Already at the periphery, he could feel the disturbance, a wound in the Force centered on their ancient homestead.
With a tap to his comlink and a sigh, Mykel stepped out with his master and began to unload supplies from the the bed of speeder.
"Stay with the vehicle," he told Puck. "Comms are dying already, so at the first sign of trouble, launch a flare and zoom out of here."
The astromech grumbled a few tones of resignation, then went quiet as he accepted his new tasking.
Mykel adjusted the strap on his satchel and slung a canvas bag over his back only to pause mid-motion, watching as Charlie strolled by with a full crate over her shoulder like it weighed nothing.
He blinked, slightly incredulous. She barely stood to his shoulder.
His dad had told him all sorts of stories about Charlie's physical feats back in his heyday with her, but he had thought of his dad embellishing a bit to make himself sound cooler. However, now he had seen it all in person.
It stirred a vague memory. He thought he'd met her once with her mother, back on Kashyyyk when he was barely walking. That part of his life felt fogged over now, just fragments, but she looked almost exactly the same. Not untouched by time, simply just…removed from it. Like someone paused at the edge of a painting while the rest of the canvas moved on. Very good genetics!
He hoisted his own pack and came up beside her as they began to follow the monks along the narrow footpath into the highlands.
"Well, I feel completely useless now," he said with a smirk, nodding toward the crate in her arms. "You're even stronger than some Wookies I know."
Charlie Nooran
During occupation, the Uneti's monk's temple on Tython was ramshackled by necromancers, inverted to become a nexus for Dark Spirits, some of the Uneti's very own now cruelly bound to the place as a harsh reminder to never interfere with their communion. Now, as the grip of the Darksiders has been loosened on the planet, surviving Uneti from across the galaxy have come to Tython to perform a pilgrimage and rites of cleansing on the site, with several Jedi in tow as support. It's here that Mykel reunites with a family friend - Charlie Nooran.
Jedi Robes
The speeder truck came to a gradual stop where the gravel path narrowed into root-knotted forest. The Uneti monks dismounted without a word. Simple robes, pale staves etched in runes, no armor or elaborate gear, just quiet reverence and the slow precision of ritual. They had warned ahead of time: no tech past this point. Mykel didn't fully believe it until the display console in the truck started glitching, and Puck's voice distorted into something closer to a binary wheeze. Already at the periphery, he could feel the disturbance, a wound in the Force centered on their ancient homestead.
With a tap to his comlink and a sigh, Mykel stepped out with his master and began to unload supplies from the the bed of speeder.
"Stay with the vehicle," he told Puck. "Comms are dying already, so at the first sign of trouble, launch a flare and zoom out of here."
The astromech grumbled a few tones of resignation, then went quiet as he accepted his new tasking.
Mykel adjusted the strap on his satchel and slung a canvas bag over his back only to pause mid-motion, watching as Charlie strolled by with a full crate over her shoulder like it weighed nothing.
He blinked, slightly incredulous. She barely stood to his shoulder.
His dad had told him all sorts of stories about Charlie's physical feats back in his heyday with her, but he had thought of his dad embellishing a bit to make himself sound cooler. However, now he had seen it all in person.
It stirred a vague memory. He thought he'd met her once with her mother, back on Kashyyyk when he was barely walking. That part of his life felt fogged over now, just fragments, but she looked almost exactly the same. Not untouched by time, simply just…removed from it. Like someone paused at the edge of a painting while the rest of the canvas moved on. Very good genetics!
He hoisted his own pack and came up beside her as they began to follow the monks along the narrow footpath into the highlands.
"Well, I feel completely useless now," he said with a smirk, nodding toward the crate in her arms. "You're even stronger than some Wookies I know."
Charlie Nooran
