Hemlock Briar
Plant loving Draethos
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"]
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"]