Chiasa Kritivaas
Starbird Reborn
Sylvanan, perhaps in a bid to gain a little more trust from the notoriously distrustful Twi'lek, had offered to put her in touch with someone who might help with the force side of things. Never one to turn down an opportunity, Chiasa had accepted. She knew next to nothing about this [member="Cyril Grayson"] except that he was a force-user and apparently an ally.
She had no idea what form of help was intended. Force training? A duel? Hopefully not a lightsaber duel, though she'd found her crystals and bought the components, she'd not assembled the damned things yet. She needed to find more information, she didn't intend to risk the prizes she'd taken from Enigma Prime on some half-assed attempt. That was a waste. She didn't have the time for trial and error and repeated jaunts back to the cavern. Better to do it right the first time.
She'd arranged to meet him on Far Pando. The Ravens owned land there, fields laying fallow. It would be good for either sort of help. Plus anything to do with Sylvanan it was best to be discreet about, there were no eyes or cameras here, though she'd logged her flight plan with Declan before she left.
As her ship settled upon the field and the ramp lowered her brows knit momentarily. A sense of deja-vu washing over her. As if she'd been here before and it had been important.. No memory came however, and with a slight shake of her head, the Twi'lek moved to sit on the ramp and wait. Flipping through correspondences on a datapad as she did. There was always work to do.
She had no idea what form of help was intended. Force training? A duel? Hopefully not a lightsaber duel, though she'd found her crystals and bought the components, she'd not assembled the damned things yet. She needed to find more information, she didn't intend to risk the prizes she'd taken from Enigma Prime on some half-assed attempt. That was a waste. She didn't have the time for trial and error and repeated jaunts back to the cavern. Better to do it right the first time.
She'd arranged to meet him on Far Pando. The Ravens owned land there, fields laying fallow. It would be good for either sort of help. Plus anything to do with Sylvanan it was best to be discreet about, there were no eyes or cameras here, though she'd logged her flight plan with Declan before she left.
As her ship settled upon the field and the ramp lowered her brows knit momentarily. A sense of deja-vu washing over her. As if she'd been here before and it had been important.. No memory came however, and with a slight shake of her head, the Twi'lek moved to sit on the ramp and wait. Flipping through correspondences on a datapad as she did. There was always work to do.