The Tidecaller
There was something special about the tropical worlds, everything was so alive. Weather was warm, the breezes were perfect. All great places to have a vacation. Or to hang low for a bit. Thats what had Brooke on Kattada, not that she was hiding per se. But she had been out there, in the galaxy, causing a bit of a mischief. Hunting down old witch relics, sneaking back and forth to Dathomir and past the Mandalorians. Not that she was at war with them, but she wasn’t exactly fully aligned with them.
A bit of Free Dathomir, in her. And using some of her old contacts from Techno Union days, she was finding herself all around the galaxy. Still it was nice to come home to a world where she could find herself kept in the loop of that galaxy, and under a semi-protective skirt of the Starchaser, Jedi, and Republic names.
That was until the one explorer came back with a report from Dathomir. Seemed upheaval in the Clans. And that wasn’t good. As one of the more senior members of the Blue Coral Divers, she had to stand with the clans. And her ship had taken her back to the world, the one that gave her purpose. Only to find one of the shrines of her own clan decimated. That was not good. The waters of Dathomir, blue amid the red sky, served for protection, but the machines that came here.
Not a good sign. The raiders brought in heavy machinery.
Looking around, she tapped her ship. “Get yourself hidden, you’ll feel my call.” The Witch said, in combat leathers of Firaxan leather, and her Lance already summoned. Falling into the Force, when her ship had left her side, it didn’t take long to hear, yes, hear, the blasters. Running, the blonde made her way through the mangrove and swampy water, assisted by a Spell of Speed, and as she came around the corner, a focused blast, waveform, a Manaan shaman called it, to knock one of the walkers over. A glance told her that there were some of her sisters, but also mixed other clans here.
Not good.
A bit of Free Dathomir, in her. And using some of her old contacts from Techno Union days, she was finding herself all around the galaxy. Still it was nice to come home to a world where she could find herself kept in the loop of that galaxy, and under a semi-protective skirt of the Starchaser, Jedi, and Republic names.
That was until the one explorer came back with a report from Dathomir. Seemed upheaval in the Clans. And that wasn’t good. As one of the more senior members of the Blue Coral Divers, she had to stand with the clans. And her ship had taken her back to the world, the one that gave her purpose. Only to find one of the shrines of her own clan decimated. That was not good. The waters of Dathomir, blue amid the red sky, served for protection, but the machines that came here.
Not a good sign. The raiders brought in heavy machinery.
Looking around, she tapped her ship. “Get yourself hidden, you’ll feel my call.” The Witch said, in combat leathers of Firaxan leather, and her Lance already summoned. Falling into the Force, when her ship had left her side, it didn’t take long to hear, yes, hear, the blasters. Running, the blonde made her way through the mangrove and swampy water, assisted by a Spell of Speed, and as she came around the corner, a focused blast, waveform, a Manaan shaman called it, to knock one of the walkers over. A glance told her that there were some of her sisters, but also mixed other clans here.
Not good.