Nemene moved quickly through the jungles of Felucia, her boots stomping on branches and veins as she bounded from tree branch to tree branch. There was almost a hint of panic in her eyes as she suddenly stopped and perched herself on top of a tall winding tree. She looked around like a hawk searching for prey, but this time it was not she who was the predator.
She was being hunted.
In truth the Queen of Rattatak had absolutely no idea who was hunting her, but she knew for sure that someone was. A blaster shot there, an explosion here, and the feeling of the force pressing against her skull. Someone was on her tail, someone who wanted her dead. She had no idea who they were, there were many possibilities after all.
The Jedi could finally have grown a spine, The members of the Fringe could want the new Rattatak for themselves, or perhaps it was one of her subjects, finally fed up with the gladiatorial games in the Cauldron.
There were many possibilities, too many to list truthfully.
Her eyes shifted slightly, then stopped when they caught movement within the vines. Within seconds her saber-staff found its way into her palm, the cold metal hilt sending goosebumps up her arm. Nemene watched, and waited.
@[member="Mia Monroe"]
She was being hunted.
In truth the Queen of Rattatak had absolutely no idea who was hunting her, but she knew for sure that someone was. A blaster shot there, an explosion here, and the feeling of the force pressing against her skull. Someone was on her tail, someone who wanted her dead. She had no idea who they were, there were many possibilities after all.
The Jedi could finally have grown a spine, The members of the Fringe could want the new Rattatak for themselves, or perhaps it was one of her subjects, finally fed up with the gladiatorial games in the Cauldron.
There were many possibilities, too many to list truthfully.
Her eyes shifted slightly, then stopped when they caught movement within the vines. Within seconds her saber-staff found its way into her palm, the cold metal hilt sending goosebumps up her arm. Nemene watched, and waited.
@[member="Mia Monroe"]