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Healing the Galaxy: Ansion (Closed)

Ansion

It had been a cold chilly day on Bakura when Hemlock heard a calling to him through the Force. He couldn’t quite tell what it was, but a certain vibration in the living Force told him where to go…all he had to do was follow it. He followed it from his training room all the way through the stars, ending up on the borders of Republic space. Perchance the Jedi were already here? He hadn’t been there long enough to figure that out yet, the Draethos hadn’t even found where the calling was coming from. It was the life of an empath and a healer though, traveling from system to system wherever you are needed, true emissaries of the Force and its needs.

He called back in the Force, asking for further guidance, further isntructions, but there was no echo this time, instead it was silent…far more ominous. There was a sudden realization that whatever –was- here had nothing to do with Jedi or the Republic, whatever had caused that reverberation in the Force had caused a lot of silence too, usually followed by death. The rest of the way would have to be discovered by the Draethos and his true spirits, the Force would still guide him but he would have to find his own way through the darkness. It was a test Hemlock knew he had to be ready for, willing or not. He had luckily agreed to the Fringe’s request he take a lightsaber with him for defense, though he would much rather never entertain the thought of violence. He hoped this situation wouldn’t call for bloodshed but in his two hundred years of living he had seen too much death to be that naive.

It had been nearly twelve hours since he had arrived, he was traveling via Suubatar one of the only animals capable of pushing forward in the spacious valleys and open plains covering the planet. The winds would get very powerful at times, strong enough for the Draethos to have to hold on tight to the beast’s body, hoping he didn’t lose grip. The animal was easy enough to navigate across the plains, it would only stop for minutes at a time to graze before continuing on. The entire day Hemlock had been jotting down drawings of the local shrubbery, sometimes getting samples while the Suubatar drank water or needed to rest. There had been little call from the Force yet, but he knew he was getting close, the echoes were starting again, meaning the darkness hadn’t left yet, only rested.

The healer took a swig from his canteen, the long day finally hitting him. He would need to rest soon. That was when he felt something. It wasn’t the dark force he was looking for, this feeling was much brighter, much more encouraging. He got the beast to stop for a moment, he needed to focus more if he were to understand this presence.

@[member="Selena Halcyon"]
 
As an exile Selena Halcyon drifted about Republic space or those worlds near by. While at the time apart from the Order she focused on aiding the galaxy where she could. It was strange how somewhat limited she was. The Jedi provided the credits needed to do what she needed most of the time. The Master was thankful that some of her Shadow work had resulted in bounty money going her way. Credits that had just sat in an account as she felt no need for them. They were rather useful now to be sure. None were coming in now really as she did not act as a Shadow much anymore, so her freedom to roam was gradually decreasing and the area travelled as well.

However, during her travels she felt a strange draw to Ansion. It seemed to come up at every turn, and when she peered into the force, a skill she was suspect at, all she could see was darkness. Not the kind of darkness of one not being able to see anything though. The kind of darkness where something was shaded, hidden from sight to those who looked. It held the markings of the darkside on it.

So she found herself walking the plains. The darkside seemed like it was just at the edges of her senses constantly. Placing it was near impossible seeming. And so she drifted, a lone wanderer.

(( Woops, had half of this post done yesterday when my power dropped. Forgot to get back to it cause of that, I'm also the worst tagger so don't rely on me tagging lol ))

@[member="Hemlock Briar"]
 
The presence seemingly evaporated from Hemlock’s senses. More than just throwing off his alignment within the Force, the Dark Side was also distorting his ability to touch the Force and its many tendrils; his focus was much more restricted within this cloud of grey. There was a chance that whatever was blighting this area had discovered Hemlock and that’s why he was so confused within the Force.

There was also another hope, one that went with his initial positive feeling of the approaching being. This hope was that the sudden confusion for the novice Force User was the dark and the light meeting, causing an empathic thunderstorm just as the rolling weather fronts did over the Ansion plains. There was no reason for alarm yet; the Suubatar had yet to be startled. Hemlock dismounted the animal, tying it off to one of the few trees that peppered the plains.

There was only one way to reach into the grey area that surrounded him and that was to meditate on it, he had the ability to feel the Force, he just needed to focus just like his masters had taught him. The Draethos healer reached deep within himself and the rushing currents of the Force to feel the subject again, and it paid off, a single spark, a single indication as to where and what was approaching.

A positive, warm energy approached and would be atop Hemlock within the next five minutes. The Draethos had less fear each and every moment he spent focusing on himself and clearing the Dark Side muck from his perception. Soon he could see the presence approaching.

@[member="Selena Halcyon"]

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The exile kept on wondering over the plains barely aware of the elements. The sun over head was not even noticed to her even though it beat down upon her skin. She had no time for the small annoyances. Her skin was protected by the hood of her robes, the sun's rays bouncing off of the white. She was sure that to those in the plains, if there were any people, would see a white dot in the landscape just drifting about. What it was would be hard to figure out by any passer by. She would practically disappear into the landscape.

In time she came across a figure on a native beast of burden. She wondered for a moment if the figure was her query. No, she did not feel the darkside from this entity, it was farther out. Still at the edge of her perception, but too far away to place. Or perhaps just too clouded. For now she could not be sure really. Since she was confident that the figure on the beast was not what she was after, she gave a polite bow. "Greetings traveler."

@[member="Hemlock Briar"]
 
The Draethos considered using his species' natural telepathy to address the visitor from afar but didn’t for he didn’t wish to invade the mind of the wanderer in fear they would retaliate with violence. Instead he waited for the full approach, each and every second the traveling dot got closer, Hemlock got more and more curious as to what it was. Some moments while approaching Hemlock would lose the figure in the sweeping grasslands, others he felt as though he were making eye contact.

As soon as the approacher came close enough for the bow, Hemlock bowed his head. “Greetings.” His appearance was not one of glamor or beauty, instead he has the many wearnings of a two hundred years old creature, even if that was young for his species. He had seen much across the stars and had small scars littering his body, his purple skin tone made his overbite and pearly white teeth that much more prominent. He was one to give off many positive energies however, “What brings you across these blustery plains without aid of a beast?” He was curious as to how such a humanoid was able to bridge the gap from field to field with the monstrous winds.

@[member="Selena Halcyon"]
 
"Only the Force and its call," a strange response she was sure. The person on the beast seemed to give off a lightside presence, however, in the galaxy many did have some level of force sensitivity and could appear as this one. Whether he could have real talent was unknown to her.
 

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