Mandalorian Mystic
Dathomir
Remains of the Silver Forest Village
Shia walked slowly through the ruins of the village, letting her bare hands trail across the charred stumps of buildings, occasionally stopping to touch the ash. She wasn't in a hurry, and there was a point to the meeting being here, one she didn't miss.
There were only a few villages that had either resisted, been targeted by accident or been the subject of... deliberate attention from Empire attackers to the point that they had been destroyed. But she knew the Mando'ade who had dropped naplam on this particular 'resistance outpost' and while she didn't doubt the villagers had been fighting, it was their home after all. There were no limits in war, no prizes for second place. But that ironically made proper conduct all the more important.
She didn't feel sorrow for the deaths - deaths were natural, and she could no longer feel sorrow for the death itself. But the wasted life, the pain and suffering prior to death? The pointless nature of an act. She could understand that.
Besides, she was here to meet a man who was self declared as the enemy of her people to ask for assistance, it was polite to take heed of the lesson. She had been searching for him for a while now, but the Mist River Village - who had been remarkably cordial, all things considered, had told her the Warlock could be found here.
So here she was.
[member="Ember Rekali"]
Remains of the Silver Forest Village
Shia walked slowly through the ruins of the village, letting her bare hands trail across the charred stumps of buildings, occasionally stopping to touch the ash. She wasn't in a hurry, and there was a point to the meeting being here, one she didn't miss.
There were only a few villages that had either resisted, been targeted by accident or been the subject of... deliberate attention from Empire attackers to the point that they had been destroyed. But she knew the Mando'ade who had dropped naplam on this particular 'resistance outpost' and while she didn't doubt the villagers had been fighting, it was their home after all. There were no limits in war, no prizes for second place. But that ironically made proper conduct all the more important.
She didn't feel sorrow for the deaths - deaths were natural, and she could no longer feel sorrow for the death itself. But the wasted life, the pain and suffering prior to death? The pointless nature of an act. She could understand that.
Besides, she was here to meet a man who was self declared as the enemy of her people to ask for assistance, it was polite to take heed of the lesson. She had been searching for him for a while now, but the Mist River Village - who had been remarkably cordial, all things considered, had told her the Warlock could be found here.
So here she was.
[member="Ember Rekali"]