Nemean Daughter~
Darth Virelia
Location: Nordra
Time: Dusk, approximately 8:00pm local time
Rayia had been wandering for some time now. Rather than tie herself to one specific faction, with the exception of the wild space rebellion, she traversed the Middle and Outer Rims doing good where she could regardless of who offered it. She conducted such excursions carefully, often hitching a ride in the cargo bay of varying cargo vessels as an unregistered passenger when she could. In all honesty, she was a little wearied. Tension was high and it bled into the motions of everyone she interacted with, smothering her with the vibrations and motions of a system poised to snap.
Thankfully, she did have the occasional distraction such as the mission she found herself on now. One deeply rooted in personal desires yet important nonetheless. Her sources had finally tracked down a potent artifact relevant to her tribe- no, to the Felacatian people: a stolen Volusen or Bone of Gold. It was rooted somewhere within this very system. ‘Perhaps even on this frigid iceberg of a world,’ Rayia thought as she wrapped her fluffy tail tighter around her waist.
A small puff of steam trailed into the air as Rayia’s breath escaped. The corner of her lips pulled into a quizzical frown. Clawed fingers tapped idly on the metallic surface of her comms array as the Felacatian turned it over in her hands. In retrospection, she wondered if this had been such a good idea. Just a little while ago, her battered comms array had pinged with an encrypted signal. Having slipped off the ship and into one of the Nord settlements, Rayia had used her Felacatian ability to sense motion to avoid being seen by the locals. She had been careful to cover her tracks as well as she traversed the secluded settlement. Yet, someone apparently knew she was here.
Instinct, the Force, call it what you will insisted she respond. Something about it felt… familiar.
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