A Vessel for Violence
MISSION REPORT: [Burning Bridges]
Operative: Sable VarroMission Classification: [Confidential]
Tags:
Braze
Deployment Location:
- Primary Target Zone: Lothal
Equipment Loadout:
- Primary Weapon(s): SD-L1 Long Blaster
- Secondary Weapon(s): HG-88 Big Iron, VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade,
- Specialized Gear: Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield,
- Armor & Attire: Personal Armor
Sable Varro had long learned to trust her instincts, honed through years of experience navigating the galaxy's most chaotic corners. But as she walked through the dense forests of Lothal, something felt... different. It wasn't a whisper of danger or the usual electric hum of her mission calling her forward. This sensation was gentler—softer, even—like a quiet, persistent echo in the back of her mind. It stirred memories, not of her present self, but of a past life, one she had worked hard to bury. As the other one, she had once been deeply attuned to the Force—an ability she had never truly understood but always respected. Now, in her new life as Sable Varro, the Sith Order had dulled that connection. But it hadn't fully disappeared. There were still moments when the faintest ripples of the Force tugged at her, pulling her toward things unseen, guiding her with an unseen hand.
She had learned to ignore it over the years—until now.
The Force call was subtle at first, a quiet hum in the distance, a flicker in the corner of her senses. It wasn't like the blood-chilling surge of a hostile presence or the sharp sting of a mission gone wrong. This was something altogether different, more like a distant invitation. And so, against her better judgment, she had followed.
Her boots thudded softly against the forest floor, the tall trees surrounding her like silent sentinels. The wild landscape of Lothal was beautiful, though Sable had never been one for its tranquil beauty. It was the precision, the order, and the certainty of her missions that had always given her purpose. But now, something else beckoned her.
The path ahead grew less defined, the undergrowth thickening and the air growing heavier with each step. Yet the pull in her chest remained, unwavering, a gentle tug guiding her forward. She trusted it—perhaps more than she would have liked to admit.
It wasn't long before she came upon the first sign of something unusual: a rope bridge, swaying gently between two trees, inviting her across. Sable paused, a frown tugging at her lips. The bridge was old, its ropes weathered by time and the elements, yet it held steady under her gaze. There was no reason for it to be here, no reason for this path to lead her to something so out of place.
The Force had brought her here, but why? What was waiting on the other side?
With a resigned sigh, she stepped onto the bridge, her boots shifting slightly on the old wood, making a soft creak underfoot. The breeze carried with it the faint scent of flowers, mingling with the earthy aroma of the surrounding woods. It was... peaceful. Almost serene. But Sable wasn't here for peace. She was here because the Force had told her to be, and she would follow its pull—however strange it may be.
The bridge felt more stable than it appeared, supporting her weight as she made her way across, the swaying of the ropes a gentle reminder of her connection to the unseen forces around her. On the other side, the forest opened into a sprawling treehouse, its wooden platforms connected by more rope bridges, each leading to different trees that rose high above the ground.
Sable's instincts kicked in again, her eyes scanning the surroundings. There were no signs of immediate danger, no traps or hidden threats. Yet there was something about the place that felt... inviting. She lingered at the edge of the platform, looking at the structure before her. The treehouse wasn't grand or ostentatious. It was simple—rustic, even—but there was an undeniable charm to it. The main tree, a towering, majestic thing, loomed above her, its branches swaying gently in the breeze. The deck surrounding the treehouse offered stunning views of the gardens below—lush and vibrant, full of flowers and edible fruits and vegetables. It was a stark contrast to the hard, metallic world she usually inhabited.
She stepped onto the platform, her boots landing softly on the wooden surface. The familiar weight of her armor felt out of place here, the sleek, battle-ready design standing in sharp contrast to the peaceful serenity of the treehouse. But still, the pull of the Force drew her forward, as if the structure itself had been waiting for her arrival.
Inside, the air was warm and inviting. The soft glow of lanterns illuminated the cozy sleeping area with hammocks draped lazily between wooden beams. A reading nook, tucked into one corner, offered a perfect escape from the world outside. Nearby, a small stage awaited performances, though the instruments were silent for now. The simple diner-style eating space beckoned her toward it, but it was the kitchen that caught her attention. It was small but practical, filled with ingredients that spoke to the practicality of the space.
As Sable moved through the space, the calm energy of the treehouse began to settle over her like a blanket. It was the kind of stillness that had been absent from her life for far too long. A part of her resented the ease with which the Force had guided her here. She wasn't someone who sought solace or comfort. She was someone who had learned to rely on herself, to be self-sufficient, and to push past her own limitations.
And yet, here she was.
The sound of a gentle breeze rustling through the branches filled the air, accompanied by the distant hum of the Force—the same whispers she had followed to this place. She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to simply feel. The Force was different here. Not cold or distant, but warm and embracing. It was as if the very fabric of this place had been woven into the Force itself.
And she hated it.
Sable didn't know how long she stood there, her senses attuned to the peaceful energy surrounding her. But eventually, the pull eased, and the moment passed. The Force had brought her here, not for a mission, not for an enemy to track, but for something else entirely. Perhaps it was a reminder—one she hadn't realized she needed.
She glanced at the connected platforms, the bridges leading to other parts of the treehouse and the gardens below. There was no rush, no urgency. Yet she felt…dissatisfied.
She wasn't sure how long she would stay, or if the galaxy would soon call her back to its conflicts and chaos. But for now, she would let the Force guide her here, to this place of peace, where time seemed to slow and the weight of the universe lifted, if only for a little while.
She would learn what the hell had brought her here, or burn the treehouse for having wasted her time.
