King of Korriban
Unknown Regions;
Kro Var System;
[member="Ursa"]
The rattling noise of of large crates battered against durasteel, sloppily secured belts attempting to hold more than recommended. Nejaa hadn't asked nor cared what was in them, even when he heard things clawing at the insides. At first he had horrified himself with the idea that there were sentient creatures trapped therein, but had quickly discovered through a few investigatory glances that he was in the company of beast hunters. From the labels and infrequent markings, the trio he now flew with had game from all over the galaxy.Nejaa hadn't been happy about it, the situation, but without his own ship his options were limited. He had been forced to more manipulative tactics, warping the minds of a rather lucrative hunting trio into giving him safe passage through and into the unknown regions. And now he remained shacked up against rigid, hard places, endlessly uncomfortable though out of sight. His mind, however, found distracting itself easy enough. For years Nejaa had heard about the powered which lay just out of reach from the Republic, and from the Jedi. Stories and legends of dark side abilities, affinities to the force which trumped the light.
At birth Nejaa had been given a gift, and in his youth it made manifest. A profound propensity towards the destructive sorceries of the force. Though potential alone could take him only so far and he still suffered all too frequently the effects of overestimated control and rashness. Kro Var was his destination, a planet known for housing wielders of a particular branch of the force's spectrum. Shaping, an elemental mastery pulling and tugging fire, earth, air, and water actually to fight for the user. One of the many talents Nejaa had acquired, though one of the few he had taken the time to make powerful.
Calculating hyperspace jump routes in the unknown regions was dangerous, and could only be done through a series of numerous leaps, recalculating upon each landing in order to check for inconsistencies. Because of this it took a few grueling days before Nejaa felt the tug and jerking of metal meeting atmosphere and knew that he had finally arrived. The cargo's hatch opened shortly after the landing gear was fully deployed, Nejaa payed the hunters with what little credits he had, and fell forward into the landscape with only the knowledge that he was within the territories of the Eastern Approach. There hadn't been any entry landing confirmations over the coms, no hailing of digital readings of any kind. Kro Var wasn't a world which endorsed machinery, a preference which suited Nejaa just fine.
He was covered head to toe in dark robes, most of which black, others dark shades of grey and browns. Loose folds of light fabric exposing the V of his neck, hidden in turn by a hooded cloak which, for the most part, hid Nejaa form completely. It almost looked like he belonged here. Behind him the cargo freighter powered down and prepared to restock in some of the nearby villages and towns. While there hadn't been any signals or open channels, telemetry had displayed more than enough bio scans to confirm that there were prosperous clumps of civilization only short distances away. Steeling himself away, Nejaa endured the hot sun which beat against him and fell into the flood of people which flowed like rivers into the various locations nearby. Market stalls and fruit, no packaged goods, all fresh. Meats, bundled greens and grasses. Kiaap berries in basket-fulls next hand written advertisements and propped up signs. It seemed the people's fear and distaste for the 'unseen' force talents of a Jedi or Sith left them unfortunately susceptible to their malicious effects. Even the stronger minds were too clouded with denial to overcome the more subtle mental suggestions, providing him a free lunch and detailed instructions to some of the more populated districts of this Eastern Approach.
