Darth Strelok
The Silent Erika flew over wide, peaceful grasslands in the early morning. Its black chromium body shining from even a little bit of Dantooine dawn.
She had been putting it off for a while, had been distracted. And there was all the fun with the Mandragora going on. She wasn't about to start slinging magic she barely understood though. It was enough she was slowly learning on the go.
There had been a vault. An old one. One close to some distant, ancient ruins. Some stone chapterhouse that had crumbled to nothing except foundation. At least on the surface.
Maple felt queasy coming here. The last tine she had been to Dantooine, it had been to get rid of her Jedi trappings and go to the masses. Escape all this. Try to find some normal.
But as time went on, and Maple found herself falling back into familiarity with the violence of the galaxy, all its sweat and blood and blasters and sex, she had uncomfortably gotten the idea that perhaps she just enjoyed the life too much to truly walk away. Perhaps all she had been coming to terms with was the fact that now she actually got to enjoy herself, instead of just focusing on the next dead Sith or Dark Jedi. Always able to look but never touch...
The Silent Erika planted itself on a grass clearing. The bounty hunter prepped for a hike into the woods, grabbing her rifle and cane, along with a small backpack of food and prepared to hike into the woods close to the ruins, where the vault was hidden. It was more of a small underground bunker really. She had discovered it as a padawan, and had never told a soul. Sometimes, even a padawan acknowledged the value of a hidden bunker only you were aware of. She had used it as a rainy day supply. And she sensed it was going to be some very rainy days ahead.
Clad in her black biker leathers, Maple ventured off the ship, venturing onto the grasslands. This part of Dantooine had few travelers, but a few came to the woods these days, either for pleasure or excercise. Usually. Sometimes Jedi came here. She tried not to think of the possibility.
[member="Matsu Ike"], [member="Kyle Ajahn"]
She had been putting it off for a while, had been distracted. And there was all the fun with the Mandragora going on. She wasn't about to start slinging magic she barely understood though. It was enough she was slowly learning on the go.
There had been a vault. An old one. One close to some distant, ancient ruins. Some stone chapterhouse that had crumbled to nothing except foundation. At least on the surface.
Maple felt queasy coming here. The last tine she had been to Dantooine, it had been to get rid of her Jedi trappings and go to the masses. Escape all this. Try to find some normal.
But as time went on, and Maple found herself falling back into familiarity with the violence of the galaxy, all its sweat and blood and blasters and sex, she had uncomfortably gotten the idea that perhaps she just enjoyed the life too much to truly walk away. Perhaps all she had been coming to terms with was the fact that now she actually got to enjoy herself, instead of just focusing on the next dead Sith or Dark Jedi. Always able to look but never touch...
The Silent Erika planted itself on a grass clearing. The bounty hunter prepped for a hike into the woods, grabbing her rifle and cane, along with a small backpack of food and prepared to hike into the woods close to the ruins, where the vault was hidden. It was more of a small underground bunker really. She had discovered it as a padawan, and had never told a soul. Sometimes, even a padawan acknowledged the value of a hidden bunker only you were aware of. She had used it as a rainy day supply. And she sensed it was going to be some very rainy days ahead.
Clad in her black biker leathers, Maple ventured off the ship, venturing onto the grasslands. This part of Dantooine had few travelers, but a few came to the woods these days, either for pleasure or excercise. Usually. Sometimes Jedi came here. She tried not to think of the possibility.
[member="Matsu Ike"], [member="Kyle Ajahn"]