Losing is tempoary, giving up is permanent.
Sukai stood atop of one of the many dunes that over looked the war torn surface of Ord Mantella, the remnants of massive cites, crashed and abandoned space craft scattered across the country side, battered by years of sandy wind, but still standing, putting time to the test. The last time the young explore had been her was 6 months ago with her brother on a simple scavenging hunt, nothing of much importance but as luck would have it a run away Jedi with some sort of Holocron had crashed upon the planet after the frigate he was on was shot down.
Needless to say said Holocron was never recovered, lost to the sands and other elemental hazards of the planet, being chased down by a bounty hunter did not help either, but with time off from the Silver Jedi, no imminent wars or other catastrophes, Sukai had taken it upon herself to once again search for the Holocron, its call in the force still recognizable but faint. It would take time, but she was confident such a relic would be hers. "Hal Jahsop, what was in that Holocron, why was it so important... only one way to find out, force, guide me, don't let his dead be in vain".
[member="Lasky Rynn"]
Needless to say said Holocron was never recovered, lost to the sands and other elemental hazards of the planet, being chased down by a bounty hunter did not help either, but with time off from the Silver Jedi, no imminent wars or other catastrophes, Sukai had taken it upon herself to once again search for the Holocron, its call in the force still recognizable but faint. It would take time, but she was confident such a relic would be hers. "Hal Jahsop, what was in that Holocron, why was it so important... only one way to find out, force, guide me, don't let his dead be in vain".
[member="Lasky Rynn"]