Alternative Lessons: Into the Jungles(Visiting the Witches of Dathomir)

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Dathomir:​

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Dathomir. It was a place of legends to Karren, never before seen. After a lengthy read in the Jedi Library network she'd come across a wealth of information concerning the planet and its Nightsister denizens. The two sects, the Allyan Witches and the Nightsisters had been locked in constant struggle for years.

None of that concerned the now hard hearted Karren however. What concerned her was something greater, something she wanted for herself. She'd come to learn how it was that they created such mystical items of power, and commanded such forces.

Notable families using old traditions from Dathoomir had been the Merrills, Rekali's and some of the Raxis family, before they became a household clan name.

Atop the dying light of the sun a StealthX burned through the atmosphere, it's pilot in deep meditation ,broadcasting her position in the force. As it barrelled farther down through flame and wreathing smoke it appeared a s a single commet in the evening sky, a second sun blazing down from the heavens. Karren pressed her lips thin, feeling the arcane energies of the world already responding to her touch in the force.

The Clans were unawares of her coming, but if they were aware enough of the force echoes, they'd find her.

She pulled back, setting down the craft just below the trees. Brownout washed from the thrusters, kicking a column of black soot and rancid dust into the heavens. She slapped two of the canopy releases and threw multiple switches powering down the craft.

The Jedi could never know of this, nor the Rebellion. In fact this was a secret mission for herself. A selfish endeavour, and one to be off the books.

Like they care anyways, so wrapped up in their own little corners of the universe , too blind to see the big picture.

 

[Chikako Liona]

Dathomir, dark, grimy, not good on the dress, but the one sure place for those to go in the pursuit of learning 'magic', from spells to alchemy, even the strange teachings of the night sisters. Now all Chikako had to do was find said users of magic, but did not have the slightest clue on where to start.

After catching a ride by some hunter to the jungle planet, the young Echani had separated form the group for a short time, in search of any indication to civilization, a village, temple, anything would really do, but she had no such luck so far. "Perhaps this has just been a wild...... what did they say again? some sort of bird? ...... never mind". She shrugged to herself slightly, ready to turn around and head back to the ship, when something came to her through the force.

Chikako looked around, not noticing anything but a small dot in the sky, a significant presence, letting those who were listening hear, as if to say 'OVER HERE'. they may have not been a witch, but another 'magic' users coming to the planet meant one thing, others were in search of knowledge and power. She contemplated weather or not to follow the signature, knowing full well that such a trip may mean she would not be back in time before her 'companions' left.

No this could be her one chance, others on the planet would have heard the person from the ship call, all she had to do was follow and meet them. Taking a deep breath Chikako stepped into the thick dense jungle, pushing foliage and bushes out of the way as she made a bee line for the landing craft. 'lets just hope this is all worth it'.

[member="Karren Trask"] @Pom Stych Tive

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

She was looting inside a remote cabin. Someone has just died. Had she orchestrated their death? Pom Stych Tivé will never tell of such things. What does it matter? Done is done. Dead is dead. Done is dead. Dead is done. There are more important things she ought to concentrate on now. The relic is ready for preparation. A token of the dead, to be made into a magical artifact. It will be joined to the bones strung around her neck. The Grimoire her victim had stolen from her family tree, now recovered and tucked away inside her vest pocket. See, it was justified. Nobody touches someone else's book of spells. Certainly nobody steals it. That is a major no, no. All is settled, even.

Whispers started softly, then magnified. Pom sensed a familiar sensation, Jedi. It gave her a slight sense of revulsion. The Light of the Force was too sweet, too perfect, too peaceful. She prefers to hide from that!

The cabin rested entirely out of eyesight and underneath the forest canopy, that none would note it from the sky. The clearing not far from it was where ships had been heard. Pom Stych Tivé quickly finished up, securing her treasure in a small pouch. There are two presences now.

The dead lay almost peaceful like upon the mattress behind a curtain located at the far corner of the room. Seeing them like this, she would never figure them for a thief, the Sorceress mused. The only abnormality, one missing finger tip; the bone past the distal phalange exposed. Pom tore a cloth and wrapped the digit like a bandage to stay suspicion of foul play. Not that it matters, but some have familiars who care about them. Her mind drifted to [member="Vereshin"] for a moment, how he is fun to be around. “Hmm..” The whole idea of him, drew her out of her hermitic lifestyle. A strange sensation crept over her, that there may someday be another for whom she might also care. All of it took so much emotionally as it is, just knowing one! She has not decided whether or not unintentional thoughts of him are acceptable. Felt good nonetheless.

Pom slipped out the back entrance and made her way around the side of the cabin to appear disassociated with it entirely. The herb garden caught her eye next. So many plants useful for Potions here! There were two separate sensations nearby. One was reaching out, expecting to be discovered, the nice one. She hoped this would not be an acquaintance to the newly deceased. Pom trekked further from the cabin, and onto an adjoining path, just in case. She would come to cross paths with the two newcomers.

 

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[member="Chikako"] [member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

Shock and extreme battle fatigue had worn on Karren. No longer was she so concerned about her conduct, nor her appearance. She felt the others stir close by, felt surprise carry across the currents of the force. As the engines whirred down she closed her eyes, and drank that in, feeling their intentions as best she could. One attempted to hide, then came closer. The other was much more curious.

She popped the canopy, standing and removing her helmet. Underneath her grey flight suit was the familiar brown robes of the Jedi and her tan tunic and trousers. To the outside she was just another pilot, albeit with all her name tapes and patches ripped off her outfit. She slung her legs over the side, deploying the ladder and sliding down. As soon as her black boots met the ground in a plume of dust she felt eldritch energies race up her spine, chilling her.

With one hand she reached back and un-sheathed her saber from a holster at the small of her back, holding the silver plain hilt loose in her left hand. She turned, and glanced around, breathing in the strange energies of the Jungle, letting their wild nature invigorate her. It reminded her of dueling Kyrel, when she had let go, or Yumi, whom taught her to use both sides.

It reminded her strongest of the magics she'd been exposed to on Tartarus, and how she'd gone completely feral.

She had been forgiven of that, but distanced further from the order. With each new lesson, each new delve into the forbidden parts of the force, she questioned their authority more and more.

Who is right and who is wrong in the galaxy? Truly both sides exist for the act of balance. Without one, the other ceases to be defined.​

She took a step, heading towards the darker, more prevalent of the feelings. She came face to face with a pale woman, clad in black, holding a spell book. She froze, locking a stern gaze upon her and then nodded.

"Greetings. Who might you be?"

 

[Chikako Liona]

Branches and leave constantly got in Chikako's way, pricking her skin slightly as well as the odd, face brush slap, but she was close the feeling of the one wanting to be found was stronger, urging the young Enchani to keep pursuing it. Soon the branches parted and an old structure came into view, an old cabin of sorts.

Coming closer the smell of dead seemed ever prevalent, but a strange sensation that this place was an area were the art of magic was practiced seemed to enter Chikakos mind. Creeping inside the sight of the dead bodies was etched into her mind, slight flash backs running around, but it soon stopped, these people were dead, but had died differently from all those other she had seen before, but now the signature of the visitor was closer, as well as a shrouded presence as well, was that on a witch?

Her hearts started to speed up, there was only one sure way to find out, gathering up her courage Chikako prepared to confront the others nearby, but would do so after looking around the cabin a bit more. There were old tomes, and a herb garden, a perfect place for a witch or mage to live in, a bit grimy but better then other places she had resided in. The young Enchani coincidentally followed the same rout as [member="Pom Stych Tivé"], again making her way towards the two force signatures, there notability becoming stronger and stronger.

She brushed aside on last branch, coming into view of the two, Chikakos eye scanning the surrounding, a person in brown robes, a Jedi most likely having just dismounted from a fighter, the other, one dressed in black robes, holding a spell book, a witch, just what she had been looking for. Out of excitement she did not notice her foot snag on a branch, upon trying to step forward, falling down face first into the dirt, "ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow".

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"] [member="Karren Trask"]

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Pom was curious and amused at the new arrival to the planet, nonetheless. She slid her spell book deeper into her vest pocket and drew her collar around her neck to further conceal it. It was not meant to be gaped at.

“I am Pom Stych Tivé,” she said quite proudly when asked. Many would know of the Nightsisters, at least those town’s folk living upon other planets she often visited would fear her. She didn't even have to be there for them to avoid her property like the plague. The one speaking is obvious from elsewhere, so there is a chance she has heard legends regarding witches who dwelled among the woods! But oh well, if she had not; what can one do?

“Have you come to poach the many different amphibious lifeforms?” she asked referring to the dagger her guest was wielding. “I don't recommend the frogs, you know, they might be someone's familiar and all,” she jested. It wasn't every day someone approached her with a knife in their hand. It would be like wack-a-mole trying to stab at a witch. She wouldn't just stand there.

Another approached from out of the woods. It is a becoming a regular witches convention! The Jedi likely did not even know she is a witch yet. Pom pondered the unusual gathering for a moment, when the second arrival fell and hurt herself, obviously.

Pom wriggled her fingers and slowly raised the young girl to stand again. “Erm…you ok?” She felt the girl to be a tad too excited. It made Pom feel a bit ill at ease.

 

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[member="Chikako"] [member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

OOC: I have a plain gray flight suit with no patches over my robes, so you won't be able to see them unless I remove it.

Karren traded brown eyed glances between the Witch looking women, now revealed to her as Pom and the other. Both of them had a similar energy, though the dark haired woman's was a more sickly feeling. She nodded, keeping a solemn look and let her lightsaber drift closer to her body. She reached out and could sense no ill will.

"No I have not come to poach anyone's life forms," She replied a flat tone in her voice.

"I have come to learn from the sect of Force users called, the Nightsisters. I am Karren Trask."

She wasn't sure if the other women knew she was a Jedi yet, but either way she was not about to reveal her identity as a member of the order.

 

[Chikako Liona]

She felt utterly embarrassed about the whole event, the chance to make a good first impression and screwed it up by being too excited, it was rather frustrating. The words of the to her witch felt a bot comforting though, and Chikako could feel the slight amusement in her voice while using some aspect of magic or the force to raise the young Enchani to their feet, "It is but a scratch, I will be fine".

While the woman introduced her self Chikako slowly and more carefully approached the, her purple and blue dress starting to flow in the wind, "You seek the night sisters? you are a brave one". She did not think anything was inherently evil in the galaxy, as it was all up to the choice of the user, but there were some unsettling rumors about the night sister outcast sect of the Darthomir Witches, but if she to was looking for teaches, perhaps Chikako could hitch a ride.

"Forgive me for my rudeness, I am Chikako, It is nice to meet you Karren, I'm am sorry but I have not heard your name yet sister", she used the word sister more as a compliment to their apparent and common use in magic, but also not to sound rude. On further inspection the other witch seemed rather sinister, but that was not of any concern to her, a user of more dark arts was fine by her as long as innocents were not harm.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Jedi just feel different. She had met them before on a few occasions. She could identify them, unless they could cloak themselves well. That took some Magick to undo! Their presence reminded Pom of kittens, bunny rabbits, love, chocolate cake and ice cream sundae-ish. Not exactly, but similar to those things. Some Jedi she found overwhelming, like all of those things at once!

She reintroduced herself to Chikako. Pom could feel the two did understand the stigma which surrounds the notorious Nightsisters, but also sensed their understanding a tad underscored.

Karren’s statement held her interest. “Force users? The Nightsisters?!” So many say that, she thought. “Why do so many say that?” She honestly doesn't know! “To this day though, I have never seen one just walk up and announce, ‘How’d you do? I'm a Nightsister.’ No offense; it just isn't done.” she thought she would just throw that out there to begin with. “They are pretty private for obvious reasons. What are you hoping they will teach you? There could even be a cost, you know, like weird stuff!” Pom Stych Tivé’s own mother once made a deal to give a lesson, in return for one of the hardest ingredients for a Witch to come by, the earth underneath the burial plot of a virgin.

 

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[member="Chikako"] [member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

Karren nodded to Chikako.

"A pleasure as well."

Then her focus returned to the Witch woman, fixing her with her stern glare. The force began to reach out from between her mind and the Witches. Her breath came rhythmic now, in small silent wisps as she probed the other, trying to find a way around her obvious overreaction.

There is more to her than she reveals.​

All that she could sense was a distrust, a deep seated ill feeling that manifested itself in her gut. Karren broke the connection, visage softening. She had some of the pieces of the puzzle now, though not all and nodded.

"Your thoughts betray you. I sense there is more you are not telling me and I did not come here to bandy words. If you are not of the Nightsister Clans and will not direct me to those that are, I have no choice but to bid you farewell and continue on my search."

The quip might work and it might not. This could be her ticket there, or the woman could be truthful as she claimed and not know anything. Or she could deceive the young Jedi. Either way she was prepared to pay whatever price she needed to move along in her journey of understanding all aspects of the force.

 

[Chikako Liona]

She gave Pom a confirming nod after re introducing herself, it seemed as though they had already fromed a small bond, did her clumsy and slightly comedic entrance put her in a good mood? Regardless of the case it was a step in the right direction, it meant a better chance to find a proper teacher.

Her attention was brought back to the discussion at hand between Karren and her search for the night sisters, "What Tive says is true, the night sister sect of the Dathimor witches is but small compared to an entire planet filled with different tribes. Perhaps it would be easier for you to seek a tribe that is more strict in their teachings, unless you deliberately seek out to learn dark teachings".

It seem that the Jedi had quite persistent as which her next comment revealed. It was obvious to see she was edging Pom on, tempting her to reveal the information she wanted. Chikako had her own suspicious of the woman, the cabin not to far away with the dead bodies, and the darkness coming from the woman, but would not have gone about the same way as Karren had done.

[member="Karren Trask"] l [member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

The Jedi being didn't answer her question, but tried to impede upon her thoughts. To which Pom only snickered. If the lady about the same in age as she, truly desires to see something, Pom might just grant her a few memories that play in her mind, their visuals crisp and hideous. To a Sorceress demons are real. Malacia would ensue for the attempted mental intruder, the entire time Pomst’s mind is probed. The deeper the intrusion, the more imbalanced the energy flow through the Jedi.

Instead of asking nicely, Karren seemed to make demands and have no intention of even paying! She just blew Pom off and sneared. It did not sit well. Pom is very easy going with the right people. She does not approve of arrogance or demands made from strangers.

The additional demand to be lead through Dathomir was amusing. Pom is not a pack animal. Dathomir is not a place to backpack through. Karren possessed no sugar. No people skills. Not even niceness. She tried to rip out other people's thoughts to attain what she wants. Pom pondered how watching the whole trekking through the Nightsisters’ covens ordeal ought to turn out. She hopes she has enough time to make popcorn! Covens are all throughout the woods! It could be a long and most entertaining night!

Chikako affirmed the truth about the Nightsisters. Pomst cast her a little smile. “Good day, sweetest sister,” she bid Chikako with a respectful bow. She knew they would meet again. She could feel it. She knew Chikako the better of them all. The young girl is a witch like Pom herself, but one who holds to values and a universal code. The girl's attitude hasn't been destroyed by mankind. Pomst respected her for her youth and her good nature. She would teach Chikako anything, if she wishes it.

To Karren, Pom offered, “I would not deal in absolutes on Dathomir, especially when those actual absolutes are foreign to your way of thinking.” She felt, ‘Why bother? Karren isn't listening anyway.’

Pom, like the other witches of Dathomir, do no believe that what they do is of this all powerful Force as the Jedi and Sith claim of them. They believe its caused by their craft, not that their lifelong study of the ancient ways of their craft is obsolete, all because someone else can do it using this Force. Its their religion. Her power comes from the Mother! The white witches’ comes from the Daughter! It is an insult to call witches Force users as Karren had begun during her introduction. Everything the Jedi had done from the holding of a knife in her hand, is an affront to all who inhabit Dathomir. There are two options for the current path. The Jedi’s next move will determine if she will learn or must move on.

 

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[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

Karrens eyes narrowed a bit and then receded back to their normal amount. She felt a hint of exasperation and perhaps...malice? Whatever it was it had touched her and thrown her off her core. She felt an aggressive surge rise within her and fought it back, settling back into her rhythmic breathing exercises.

"I can see you are offended. Excuse my tone. I am simply a weary traveller and my ambitions get ahead of me often."

You are a guest, behave as one.​

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Nooooo... make her teach you.​

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No get out of here.​

 

[Chikako Liona]

Chikako returned Poms smile confirming to the young spell caster the new bond that they had formed already, perhaps if this Jedi decided it was a waste of time to serch for the nightsister she would be able to have a more private lessson. Most is all her knowledge of magic boiled down to elemental attacks and alteration, a more extentide use of alter environment but also importing touches of magic and incarnation to have better control and what not. In her mind though the force and magic were different, their fundinentals were similar.

As the conversation continued she could feel somthing off about the Jedi as if there was a dark force or being trapped insides urging to be realised, was she possessed by a ethereal being of some sort? A bi-product of alchemy, or was it more just the lure ignored the dark side, an ever present threat to those that use the force and not magic. This intrigued the young enchani, Chikako whispered to Pom "there is somthing odd about this girl sister, perhaps it would not hurt to teach them some basic about 'magic', I am interested in this darkforce that dwells inside her, but it is ultimately up to you". Being the eldest and more experience chikako would refrain from her usual 'my way of the highway passive aggressive attitude.

[member="Karren Trask"] l [member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

The trees swayed suddenly. Their branches creaked and whistled in the bluster of the wind. Pom heard the denizens hidden about these particular woods of Dathomir, which had surrounded the three as they stood discussing, suddenly scatter for higher ground or deeper dens.

The sorceress knew well the darkness which gripped the soul of [member="Karren Trask"]. In fact, she welcomed it. The planet itself in these parts reverberated its ghastly essence about the land. She smiled at the other woman's reply. She found it agreeable, at least.

[member="Chikako"] worried and warned, Pom simply shrugged. She touched her temple in a manner most nonchalant, and wove a telepathic message into the younger one’s conscious thoughts, “Have faith!”

A haughty guttural growl resounded amidst the cottage whence Pom had come. The sound of something, or she knew better, someone being drug into the woods by a large animal was most unmistakeable. Pom inwardly delighted at the awareness that the body of her Late colleague would no longer be laid up inside the cottage.

Thunder cracked from all around. “Well! Looks like a storm is upon us. We can wait it out…inside there." It was a perfect development, since there is much by way of magickal items left yet to pillage!

What they could concoct in there, is truly anything they might imagine.

 

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[member="Pom Stych Tivé"] [member="Chikako"]

Karren nodded, still not totally trusting the other woman word. She followed her though as she felt the creatures taking flight. With both hands clasped behind her back in a gesture of respect she stepped through the door of the cottage. The smell of death and the feeling of it hit her in the nose and force.

Her eyebrows furrowed, but she made no moves, though she suspected it had to do with the Witch Women.

"I have learned some Jal'Shey techniques. What I am really hoping to learn is the Bloodtrail as well as How to craft talismans and bless elements into items."

She inspected the room. Neatly lined dishes, old wooden table and chairs. From the rafters hung drying herbs and from the walls, talismans, each exuding strange currents in the force.

She reached out touching one and felt it jolt her, connecting to her essence. In her minds eye a hawk dove right for her face and she stepped back just before it struck, breaking the force vision.

What the feth?​

"These magics must be powerful indeed." She remarked, trying to keep her calm as a sense of foreboding crept into her veins.

For everything gained, an equal part lost.​

 

[Chikako Liona]

Chikako was not the best a reading people emotions of faces, often taking sarcastic comments at face value, but it seemed as though Pom liked the fact a dark force gripped the Jedi, teetering on the balance of light and dark of what most force users understood. It may have brought worries to the young girls mind, but personal choice was not of her concern, everyone was free to pick their own path to power or enlightenment, personally she pursued both.

At the mention of the cottage her heart jumped a bit, that would mean Pom had been to the house, and the dead bodies that where at rest? No she could not jump to conclusion, but it seemed as though finding out would have to wait, sound of hungry animals echoing through the dark forest, the young Echani knowing full well the sound of a meat eater, having mingled with wild beats often. "I think that would be a good choice, I do not have many spare clothes, and catching a cold does not sound pleasant".

Chikako fell in step behind the two women as they entered the cabin, an eery feeling still surrounding the structure, but the lack of dead bodies was slightly refreshing. She eyed to tomes and other magical items on display, at lest now she would be able to read through them, perhaps learn some new information to expand her knowledge and power in the magic arts. "Indeed Jedi, magic has the potential to be even more powerful than any force powers, and strike anywhere anytime, even if one is on the other side of the galaxy.

[member="Karren Trask"] l [member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

“Jal’Shey, hmm?” Pomst certainly has no desire to ward off the Darkside! Jal’Shey, beings which walked among the light, studied the intellectual aspects of this power widely believed to be called the Force, rejecting the aspects of the religious. “The Nightsisters are all about the spiritual path. So Jal’Shey is considered incomplete, as it is a practice void of being one with our Mother Abeloth, who suffered deeply to become connected to us,” Pom shared, wondering if maybe [member=Chikako] might not know the immortal Chaos of Abeloth personally, but may be more aligned towards the Winged Goddess of Light.

The cottage, located remotely beyond the swamplands of the Nightsisters’ lair, still reverberated from the darkness of its original owner, the thief. So much had been coveted and hoarded inside these walls by the deceased, that practically anything could be concocted here. As the evening lie on the cusp, the outdoors took on a glow much familiar to the inhabitants of Dathomir, but not so to newcomers who often found it eerie. The green glowing mist of force power, which the magick of the witches thrives upon, began to emanate from the ground everywhere, the foliage outside and including the dirt floor of the cottage.

The Nightsisters have a tradition of asking a prospective student to complete a task before telling them anything about their sacred Art. But the time of night is beyond Pom's preference for venturing through the land to the Nightsisters lair, to have [member=Karren Trask] tango singlehandedly with The Sleeper and present Pom with a stitch of the ancient beast’s flesh for payment. She felt that getting her hands on the supplies in the cottage without resistance a satisfactory gain for now.

Pom’s eyes widened as Karren expressed interest in the blood trail. Her gaze darted to Chikako, wondering what she thinks on the matter. To make a talisman for luck or amulet for protection is easy, but not that. “Where did you hear about the blood trail? It is one magick of a lengthy process. Its one ritual most brutal to the casting witch herself! Its also dangerous, as another space witch might sense the trail and mistake that person marked for the casting witch in disguise, and whatever they do might transfer the blame onto the witch herself. I have never found a need to mark anyone. Have you, Chikako?”

Somewhere tucked away in this cottage are pages left behind by the deceased, detailing the spell of the very dark magick known as the blood trail.

 

[Draconis Caesar]

Draconis cursed the retched flying machine for the upteenth time that day. He was not a fighter pilot, he was hardly even a Jedi. It was times like this that he found it almost impossible to meditate and his rage got the better of him. He roared at the flight console and the X-wing beeped back at him.

“Autopilot systems have failed, please engage manual,” the console chimed in again.

Draconis hadn't the faintest idea how to fly and the cursed storm had knocked out his ship's autopilot functions. He yanked left and right on the yolk in a panic as lightning arched across the sky. When he yanked upwards on the yoke the craft went downwards and when he pushed downwards it went upwards. It was all so damn confusing! Draconis yanked upwards and the craft spiraled ever downwards.

“No you blasted machine! Go up!” He shouted, but much to his dismay the ignorant ship didn't bother to listen to him.

He was soon surrounded by a dense green fog and he couldn't even tell where was left, right, up, or down. Draconis began to panic as the ships ground to air sensor began beeping at an alarming rate.

“Feth!” was all Draco managed as suddenly the craft was rocked by the earth.

It skid several meters and the awful sound of tearing metal rang in his ear drums. The ship slowed and then finally stopped. Draco pushed on the canopy and it popped open with a hiss. He hopped out of the broken X-wing and took in his surroundings. Green fog. Everywhere. He couldn't see a damn thing which frustrated him even more.

“Remain calm…” Draco told himself.

He remembered the flame and the void. He emptied his emotions and thoughts into the flame and became one with the nothingness that remained. He saw his surroundings, focused on his breathing, the feeling of his body, and reached out with the force. After a few minutes Draco had once again achieved what he called ‘No mind’. He sensed several life forms nearby, but he could not discern whether they were friendly. Hell he didn't even know if they were human. He only hoped he might be able to find succor under their roof… If they even had a roof...

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]
[member="Chikako"]
[member="Karren Trask"]

 

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[member="Chikako"] [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] [member="Draconis Caesar"]

Kareen began to cast about, feeling something in the air. Ye the green mists of the Night Clouded much, wreathing the area in the darkside. She let it all in, enjoying the intoxicating feel of power. It made her feel more determined, and zealous in her pursuit. But also it made her much more aggressive. She grew tired of the Witches and their Cryptic talk.

She kicked out a chair and sat, examining an old book. then she glanced up, coughing through the dust.

"Teach me then. Assume I know nothing and must be taught everything. I'll pay whatever price it is you ask." It was a dangerous proposition she knew, but then she was intent on collecting the knowledge herself.

Just then through the green mist she felt something else. A fellow Jedi?

The door swung open with an ominous creak and she twisted in the chair, to pierce the vale of the Night with her eyes.

"Hello there."