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Tatooine

The desert rock which this entire Galaxy seemed to revolve around. Hate it, love it, avoid it, frequent it, everyone knew the truth of the matter. Tatooine was the place where Empires had fallen, great Jedi had gotten their start, where great Sith made their name, and Mercs made their fortune. Even the Mandolorians understood the nature of this place. And so, there he stood.

A throwback to a time long since passed. A man who stood with no fear, who welcomed any and all. He was but a tool, and he was old enough and wise enough to know so. Who would be strong enough to come and take him, THAT was the real question. He'd fight if it became so base, but he hoped for one whom might challenge him intellectually. The Galaxy, however, had given him little hope for such a thing. So there he stood, focusing himself within the tendrils of the Force. He poured himself, and the anguish of an entire race into the living conduits of the Force's energy. Far and wide it would be felt, but most would just shake it off as a passing shiver. Those who knew...they would come. Perhaps out of nothing else other than curiosity, but they would come.

So he stood, long black coat fluttering in the desert wind as sand scraped across the bare chest underneath. His sapphire eyes shut as the warmth of the great desert washed over him. He took a deep breath in as grains of sand and molecules of oxygen alike filled him with a connection to very essence of life. Weathered leathers clung tightly, only to find their way into knee-high leather boots. Sabers dangled loosely from his belt, and all he could do was look up into the stars, and wonder.

[member="Isley Verd"], [member="Curupira Hawk"], [member="Ayden Cater"], [member="Spencer Varanin"], [member="Cira"], [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], Etc.
 
"Master Korr, you should have a look at this."

"What is it?" Ryan asked, taking the offered folder somewhat impatiently as he strode through the halls of the Sullust Enclave, mind focused on the briefing he had to give a room full of GADF officers in a few minutes.

"You were the arresting Jedi on the Ket Van-Derveld case?"

Korr came to an abrupt halt, turned and looked at the Sullustan who'd been keeping pace with his long strides. He wore a black, SIS uniform.

This should be good.

"Yes. He disappeared from holding before his arraignment and sentencing. That was a few years ago. Why?"

"Several Jedi clued us in to a disturbance coming from Tatooine. Satellite surveillance drones with facial recognition orbiting the planet confirmed the source is Ket Van-Derveld."

Ryan frowned. "And, what is he doing?"

"Standing in the desert, Master Jedi."

The Vahlan snorted, though his eyes betrayed no hint of humor. They were hard and gray, like granite. "Let local Mandalorian and Silver Jedi know that an escaped fugitive is on Tatooine. Might as well comm it in to the Republic too." Ryan turned to leave.

"Where are you going, Master Korr?"

"To a briefing."

"You aren't going to track him down? I would've thought-"

"No. Thank you, officer, but I don't want to be late."
 
Wicked Witch of Schwartzweld
Tatooine was one of the warmer planets Curupira spent her time on and frankly, she preferred the colder climates. She was apparently here for the time being so it was just something she'd have to get used to. At least the sand, so uninviting to her heels, suited her bare feet. The height difference was something to get used to though, since preferred the height given by the tall shoes. She was too short for everything like this but in on a desert planet, it mattered less.

Not too far, she saw her mate with his back turned to her, standing one of the few rocks in this place. He seemed focused right now, standing still, only his coat moving along side the desert wind. As an old habit, the redhead called to the Force, wanting to reach out to him through it but the old friend didn't respond. It almost never responded like this anymore. The feeling still baffled her, made her life a little more lonely than it used to be. At least the Force was always someone who stood at her side, guiding her. Sometimes, that guide was towards new friends, other times it was to trouble. Curupira minded none of it. With the Force, there was a less of a risk of her growing bored and getting into her own trouble but now, she was missing a companion she'd had her whole life. It was still there, somewhere, but no, she actually had to work for it, unlike ever before. Katrine had called it wrong, said it was her first who told her of what sort of friend the Force could truly be but Curupira had no answers for her, it was simply what it was now.

She'd been making her way towards the rock when she stopped now and took in a deep breath. If the Force wouldn't come to tease her itself than Curupira had to reach out to it like others did. Concentrating, she allowed her trust to wash into the old friend, summoning it to her side. It came then, reluctantly, allowing her to reach forward. She could now feel Ket within it. The feeling of needing to dig deep in order to find him angered her just slightly, causing her to sigh. It was exactly the feelings she'd wanted to stir clear from. It did her nothing but harm at this point, causing old feelings she'd left behind years ago to emerge. It was a funny thing. When the Force came to her at ease, she had to focus hard to find the rage within her, to accomplish powers that were nearly beyond her reach. And now, the anger came easier when the Force didn't obey as it used to.

Letting go of another sigh, she stopped concentrating and continued to walk. Anger wasn't where she wanted to do be, not when her mate had returned after so long, not when Katrine had entered her life and refused to leave, which she didn't mind one bit, when she'd chosen that she no longer wanted to play about like a child but instead learn as her teachers had once wanted to her. She didn't the anger or the darkness looming deep with in.

[member="Ket Van-Derveld"] | [member="Isley Verd"] | [member="Ayden Cater"] | [member="Spencer Varanin"] | [member="Cira"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
 

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