Private Hidden wounds

[Soliane Desari]

HIDDEN WOUNDS​

Location – Odessen
Objectives – Track down the mysterious energy source.
Tags – Alana Calloway


The scars upon the hull spoke volumes about the horrid atmosphere she had been drawn to this time. Soliane's brilliant piloting skills being nigh on the same level as a Chiss sky-walker on spice. Yet, as she parked between two tall trees on the foreign planet, she chose to put her ship's damages in the back of her head, and move on with her mission. The ship's energy tracker had been drawn to this place, yet its sensors turned distorted as the nose of the cruiser entered the atmosphere. Her own scanner had been acting up only slightly, not tracing quite what the other tech had spotted.

In preparation, she grabbed her close-range energy scanner, putting it on her belt (where she had holstered her blaster gun too). She wore a simple blouse, with a vest over it covered in floral embroidery, and some flared garments. Her black hair had been weaved into a single braid, tight enough to keep out of her face for now.

With a vague sense of what may come, the Chandrilan left her spaceship, and set foot on Odessen's surface. The atmosphere was breathable, but anomalous, as if some strange formation of particles lingered in the air. Soliane's mind was uneasy, unable to concentrate on one point, without feeling as if something was with her. Something... foreign? Something... unknown. She had never fancied the word, it was such a nothing answer. Trying to force her mind away from it, Sol tried to move ahead to what looked to be an older temple. It wasn't grand, its pillars had been covered in moss and dirt. A true beacon of history in the middle of nowhere. Perhaps that was the reason why something felt off...

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[Alana Calloway]

Tags: Soliane Desari
Gear: In Bio

Alana stood at the tree line, arms crossed, her poncho shifting with the faint breeze as her eyes tracked Soliane's careful approach. Odessen wasn't a place you just stumbled into; not without something guiding your hand. Or, maybe, someone pulling strings you didn't even know were there. Maybe that was her own paranoia speaking. Needless to say, her own attempt to work out this weird sensation she was getting from the place was coming up with nothing. Maybe an extra pair of eyes would help.

"Hey there," Alana called out, her tone dry as smoke. The rifle slung over her shoulder shifted as she leaned against the trunk, head cocked slightly. "Not the best place to come hiking now, is it?"

She pushed off the tree, boots crunching on the mossy soil as her gaze slid toward the temple's silhouette. Her blue eyes flicked back to Soliane. "That place doesn't just sit here waiting for tourists. If you're headed inside, you'd better hope you've got a damn good reason. Otherwise…" Her hand brushed lightly against the grip of her pistol, not a threat so much as showing the woman she was armed. Alana was assuming this woman was capable, otherwise, why the hell would she come out this way? But you never knew with people now a days. "Well, you probably don't wanna stumbling in there."

 

[Soliane Desari]

HIDDEN WOUNDS​

Location – Odessen
Objectives – Track down the mysterious energy source.
Tags – Alana Calloway


Silence disrupted by an unforeseen call, a threat veiled as as a kind warning. For when Soliane's eyes gazed over her shoulder and noticed the flicker of white hair among the lush green forestry, she stopped in her tracks. A lightly unnerved smile climbing onto her lips as her hands gradually drew up in surrender or show of no hostility. "My business is only with the history guarded within this ruin, I mean no harm to it nor to you or... your people?" The Chandrilan sought to negotiate with the foreign party, noticing the cocked rifle as a constant reminder of imminent harm or death.

"Do you truly wish to sully this ground with my blood? Sully your conscience with it, so please... I beg of you to lower the rifle and allow us to talk." Sol frantically bargained, before gesturing towards the tomb, the energy around it was strange, and the sensation of that aura was likely not only limited to her. "I cannot alone feel the currents surrounding this place, can you at least tell me if there is something here? Or is it only my delusions?" A soft yet humorless chuckle escaped from her reddened lips. Praying that this stranger would not be so swift to judge her a hostile.

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[Alana Calloway]

Tags: Soliane Desari
Gear: In Bio

The stranger's tone was soft, pleading even, but that didn't wash away the edge of danger that hummed between them. White hair stirred faintly in the forest breeze as her sharp eyes studied Soliane, before securing her rifle to her back, letting it set snuggly in place.

"Well, guess you’re alright, name’s Alana by the way," Alana said at last, voice even trying to work down to a more casual tone. "I guess I was expecting some sorta Sith peole to show up and, you certainly aren’t them." She tilted her head slightly, eyes flicking from the raised hands to the ruin behind her. She probably was safe. Probably. "You're right about one thing though. There's something in the air. But I can’t make sense of it. It’s like, part of the problem really.”

She kept her rifle slung across her back, hand off the blaster now. Her tone finally hitting the casual tone she aimed for. "But yeah, been standing here not able to feel anything from that place."

She did reach out with the force, and try to make sense of the structure before her, though she garnered nothing from the effort. She wasn’t sure if it was her lack of experience, or something else.

Regardless, after a pause, her gaze returned to the woman. "Guess we can go and do a wellness check on an ancient site, what’s the harm?”