Aida Khan
Character
The desert world of Smarteel was as harsh and unforgiving as the outlaws who inhabited it. Between the few settled areas lay miles and miles of desert; very little life had succeeded in evolving to meet these conditions and the human immigrants knew better than to try. Furious winds blew across the sands, raising dust clouds that threatened to swallow the few settlements whole. Only the foolish reared their heads when the desert storms roared.
Amidst the swirling clouds of dust, a figure walked, angling into the wind to try and make progress. An old brown cloak was clutched tightly, to prevent it being ripped off by the vicious weather; beneath the cloak, dusty robes could be seen. The person themselves seemed mostly unaffected by the weather, although what they were doing on such a remote world was a mystery. Very few sane people ventured willingly into Wild Space; fewer still chose to land on such a hotbed of crime as this.
The hood was momentarily blown back, revealing a young woman. Her eyes gazed at a point in the distance; she seemed to know where she was going, which was a miracle in itself given the current conditions. The hood was tugged back over the hair that was originally blonde, but quickly covered with a layer of dark sand. The woman's steps were heavy and her body hunched over wearily. She continued on, her feet slowly guiding her towards a nearby settlement; the name was unknown to her but she could sense people, buildings, life. Maybe even a spaceport, if she was lucky, or a way off this planet.
No; no spaceport. She reached out through the Force, stretching her vision to touch every building. There was nothing there to indicate anywhere capable of landing ships, unless they used the desert itself; no storage, no large, covered expanses for passengers - she laughed, the sound snatched by the wind from her lips before it reached her ears. Who would travel to a place like this?
"What a world to end up on," she muttered, sinking to her knees. The wind was growing stronger and she could walk no further until it died down. Digging a small hollow with her hands, the woman tucked herself in and began to calm her body, entering a meditative trance that would sustain her until the storm was over. Her last action, before entering the deep trance, was to cry out through the Force. It wasn't a conscious action; she simply reached out for the one person who had always come for her when she was in trouble.
"Kal."
Aida almost laughed. Kal Strife should have been dead for seven hundred years. She would wait, dig herself out of the sand once the storms subsided, and then...
...then what?
"Kal," she thought again, slipping into the trance and allowing the Force to sustain her. "I'm here."
Amidst the swirling clouds of dust, a figure walked, angling into the wind to try and make progress. An old brown cloak was clutched tightly, to prevent it being ripped off by the vicious weather; beneath the cloak, dusty robes could be seen. The person themselves seemed mostly unaffected by the weather, although what they were doing on such a remote world was a mystery. Very few sane people ventured willingly into Wild Space; fewer still chose to land on such a hotbed of crime as this.
The hood was momentarily blown back, revealing a young woman. Her eyes gazed at a point in the distance; she seemed to know where she was going, which was a miracle in itself given the current conditions. The hood was tugged back over the hair that was originally blonde, but quickly covered with a layer of dark sand. The woman's steps were heavy and her body hunched over wearily. She continued on, her feet slowly guiding her towards a nearby settlement; the name was unknown to her but she could sense people, buildings, life. Maybe even a spaceport, if she was lucky, or a way off this planet.
No; no spaceport. She reached out through the Force, stretching her vision to touch every building. There was nothing there to indicate anywhere capable of landing ships, unless they used the desert itself; no storage, no large, covered expanses for passengers - she laughed, the sound snatched by the wind from her lips before it reached her ears. Who would travel to a place like this?
"What a world to end up on," she muttered, sinking to her knees. The wind was growing stronger and she could walk no further until it died down. Digging a small hollow with her hands, the woman tucked herself in and began to calm her body, entering a meditative trance that would sustain her until the storm was over. Her last action, before entering the deep trance, was to cry out through the Force. It wasn't a conscious action; she simply reached out for the one person who had always come for her when she was in trouble.
"Kal."
Aida almost laughed. Kal Strife should have been dead for seven hundred years. She would wait, dig herself out of the sand once the storms subsided, and then...
...then what?
"Kal," she thought again, slipping into the trance and allowing the Force to sustain her. "I'm here."