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Private Hit and Run

Location: Unknown Planet
Tags: Hanaya Enzar Hanaya Enzar

"Impact in two."

"Starboard engines are non responsive, we are flying dead stick. I repeat dea-"

"Shut up and fly this thing damn it!"

Zolasha kept to her harness, the hold of the transport buckling, sirens blaring, and fear ripe within the hearts of the survivors. The Mastedon came hurtling through the sky, control having been lost by it's crew, it's engines badly damaged, and all calls for assistance were unable to be heard. They were going to crash. Hard. Zolasha kept her eyes closed however, focusing on the area around the ship, feeling it nearing it's final approach, impact was imminent. "Brace fo-" The man never finished. Zolasha reached out, pulled with everything she had in her as the force solidified like a barrier around her.

She felt the impact of the ship, felt herself being launched through the air, and striking something hard.

Then, everything went black.

The wreck was easily detected by those who were scanning for it, and the crash site? It was impossible to miss. A streak of wreckage, along with flames and smoke, indicated just where the Sith transport had crashed. Zolasha herself had managed to survive the worst of it, though as she began to come to, she found herself alone, launched several meters away from her transport, and weak from her condition. "Need...to..." She grimaced, pushing up, trying to steady her feet, and began to trudge away from the wreck. She had no idea when the Imperials would be upon her, she just knew she wouldn't die here. She couldn't die here.

Not yet.
 


Location :- Rennaro, Codru Secundus
Tags:- Zolasha Tyrin Zolasha Tyrin

Hanaya Enzar sat in her state room in the capital, Rennaro reading a novel on her data pad, this was her private time, it had been a very busy few cycles and she needed a break.

What was that...? She felt something, a disturbance in the force. It felt like fear, falling, then a surge and then panic, she shook herself. "You have spent too much time off world Hanaya" she said quietly to herself, returning to her novel.

An alarm went off at her door and she buzzed in a pair of soldiers.

"This better be good gentlemen, don't make me put you on swamp detail."


"My lord, we have had a contact, a large ship sent a garbled distress signal before entering our atmosphere and making an uncontrolled descent into the northern hemisphere. Impact is estimated roughly 700 kilometers northwest. We do not think anyone could have survived."

Hanaya searched herself, someone survived, she didn't know how but they did, and now they were lost on her world.

"I will investigate commander, prepare the Angel for me, I will be at the hangar momentarity" she didn't know why, but she felt this was a task she needed to complete herself.

"But my lord, we do not know if it is safe"

"Those are my orders commander, slave a wing of Asps to my shuttle as escorts please, and have their control routed to my wrist pad"


"Very well"


The two soldiers left without further word and carried out her orders. Around fifteen minutes later Hanaya was prepared herself and took her seat in her personal shuttle. "Control, this is Angel, launching now, please keep me tracked." she pushed forward on the thrust controlled and accelerated out of the hangar, as she left the towering structure behind her, three droid starfighters followed out of a different hangar and moved into formation around her.

The ship was fast, it would take around 45 minutes to make to 700km journey to the impact site, the droids would quickly help her locate the crash site, she hoped, no, she felt there was survivors waiting for her.



 
She felt pain all about her body, yet she found there was no blood. She wasn't bleeding, but why was she hurting? She staggered, feeling herself want to just curl up on the ground and sleep. But she wouldn't permit that. She couldn't permit that. She needed to escape. They would be on her any moment, she just felt it. There was a loud 'whoosh' on the wind, the trees shook, and Zolasha felt the vibrations tickle the hairs on her neck.

Starfighters? This soon? No, that should have been impossible. Could it? Was it her imagination?

She looked up ahead, feeling plant life was flourishing all around her, and even more so before her. This would be her safe haven, her shelter from the Imperials as they searched for her. She staggered forward, hands extended as she felt for the floral life, and it called back to her in response. Yes, she would be safe here. They'd never find her...they'd never kill her either.

She grinned, limping towards the clearing ahead, and finding it to be more of a bog than a lush forest, regardless, it would do. She collapsed to the ground, letting the sensation of grass and foliage take over her body, and just prayed she had enough strength to see to the end of the day.

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location: northern swamplands of Codru Secundus
Tags: Zolasha Tyrin Zolasha Tyrin

Hanaya felt it again, the presence in the force, it wasn't an unpleasant feeling, nor was it an enjoyable one. There was pain there and desparation.

The lights on her communicator blinked as one of the starfighters reported that it had detected the crashed ship, only a few kilometers from her location. She piloted the angel over to the site and put it into a hover mode, the ground was rarely stable enough to trust landing a starship except in the most dire of circumstances, no, she would go on foot. She knew it was dangerous out here, this far from the cities, but this was her realm and she knew it well. She stepped to the edge of the now open cargo ramp and looked down at the swamp below her.

Igniting two of her yellow sabers, for both light, and as a show of strength to any would be ambushers, she jumped the few metres from her ship onto a bank of soft grass below her. The ground was spongey but firm. One her wrist she looked at the images from the droids above her, the ship had mostly broken up and ploughed into the swamp, tearing up trees and gouging though the muds. She was baffled how someone could survive such an impact.

She called out, "hello! is there anyone there?" and waited a few moments before moving over toward the ruined ship, she figured, if there was a survivor, then that would be the best place to look. She kept both of her sabers up to defend herself if necessary, but they would also announce her presence to anyone that might be hiding. She could still feel that force presence, but it wasn't strong enough, and she wasn't skilled enough to track it down accurately. This search would have to be done the old fashioned way.



 
Her hands took a handful of grass, gripping the green substance and clinging to it. She felt weak, confused, and frankly distraught about what had just occurred. She longed for the days of Felucia, to stand among the trees of her people, feel the touch of the sun, and embrace the life that flourished within. She would have to start over, begin anew. That fool, Levo, would pay for what he had done to her. What he had done to her people. She would start that revenge here.

She just needed to survive this day.

Then she heard it. The unmistakable roar of an engine. Her head perked up, eyes wide, as she looked skyward, searching for the source. Her hands went to the saber on her hip, rising up, she pressed the ignition switch and-

Nothing.


She looked to the weapon, scowling, and tried again.

A small spark pulsed from the pommel, but the blade did not ignite.

She was unarmed. Repressing a scream of frustration, she clipped the weapon back onto her belt. She didn't need a weapon, not when this bog would serve her. She reached out with the force, the plants around her shifting as if called, and broadcasting herself to whoever dared to come after her.

Let the Imperials come, she would turn the very world against them.

Hanaya would notice that the plants would begin to behave oddly, shifting, and moving as if they had their own will. Something that clearly should not have been possible.

Hanaya Enzar Hanaya Enzar
 


location: northern swamplands of Codru Secundus
Tags: Zolasha Tyrin Zolasha Tyrin

Again Hanaya felt waves of the force in the area, there was certainly someone here, a force user, and one that had feeling of hostility, she cursed that maybe she should have brought more support, but now was not the time to second guess herself. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed movement, a vine moved, almost like a snake wrapping around the downed vessel. "How curious" she said aloud to herself as she turned her head, to see more vines, and mounds of bog plants writing out of the ground like a sea creature rising to attack a ship.

Hanaya supposed that then was where the survivor must be located, she didn't understand it, but these animated plants had an aura of the force around them.

Advancing, she cleaved through a vine that looked like it had intent to harm her, only to have the a body of peat and grass lurch up and try to engulf her, she used a branch lodged in the pile for leverage and jumped, somersaulting through the air, catching another pair of vines with her lightsabers as she did.

Another plant struck toward her, catching her cheek with one of its branches and drawing blood, that stung, she thought as she cut the branch short.

The sensation of the force was getting stronger, she felt she must be nearing the person or creature responsible for this attack on her. "I am Hanaya Enzar of Codru Secundus! You are on my world, I order you to stand down or before I am forced to take further action" she shouted, before reaching down and pressing a few buttons on her wrist pad, seconds later a string of miniature concussion missiles from her Asp droids blew apart a particularly large and aggressive looking... plant.​
 
The vines wrapped around her like an embrace, once she was familiar with, though the strength of these plants was lacking. It was fine, she would have to make them strong, and in time, they would become a barrier that none could overcome. It was no Felucia, but in time, that wouldn't matter. She let herself relax, allowing the plant matter to surround her, encompass her like a shield, and from it she would begin to learn about the surrounding area, and where to go to next.

Then she felt it.

Pain, distant, and removed, but still there. Something was attacking the plants, and by extension, her. Anger flared through her body, as she pulled harder onto the force, the flora rising, growing faster, becoming more aggressive, then suddenly, nothing.

Her power left her, the plant turned against her, snapping away, dropping her to the ground, and with her faltering so too did all the life she had attempted to nurture. She was too tired, exhausted, and hurt. She hit the ground, too spent from having shared herself with the plant matter here, and now had no way to stop it. To Zolasha's horror however, she realized one fatal truth. The plants might have stopped growing, but the single plant construct she had created turned towards her, intent on doing her harm, though the knight was far too tired to defend herself.

She attempted to rise, body sore and weak from expenditure, as she was now looking at the creature she had tried to nurture, now look to end her.

Hanaya Enzar Hanaya Enzar
 


location: northern swamplands of Codru Secundus
Tags: Zolasha Tyrin Zolasha Tyrin

All around Hanaya the plant creatures began to collapse into the swamps, returning to their original forms as if someone had waved their hand and stolen the life out of them. Hanaya looked down at herself, covered in mud and having at some point instinctively drawn her other two light sabers.

The sensation of the force presence now switched to fear, were these creatures under the control of this opponent or just drawn to it? Up ahead she saw one last creature, a mass of vines moss and branches. Breaking into a cautious jog over the swamp she threw one of her sabers that spun through the air, lopping off two vines that appeared to be reaching forward to something, but otherwise not slowing the creature.

Catching her returning saber, she lept through the air as it lashed out at her, its thick vine thumped into her exposed arm and knocked one of her other sabers from her grip. These things were starting to annoy her "centre yourself Hanaya, anger does not make you a better fighter" she said to herself as she narrowly dodged a stone encrusted log. She cut it short with a reply of her sabers.

Pushing her free hand out thumped the creature with a push of force, causing it to rear up, this was all the opportunity Hanaya needed as she struck with her three remaining sabers, cutting across its exposed 'belly'. It spilt in half and collapsed to the mud.

As the swamps went quite, Hanaya heard something from behind her, cautiously she turned, sabers still glowing. Wrapped, half buried in the wet swamp was a woman, it was hard to tell what state she was in with all the mud and plants but Hanaya wasn't taking any risks. She used the force to draw her dropped saber back her and approached the woman, who now appeared to be awake.

Hanaya held one of her sabers in a defence posture and the another pointed close to the face of the other woman.

Her pose was strong, and her voice was modulated to give the woman the message that she considered the fight to be over "I am Hanaya Enzar, who are you and what are you doing here?"
 
As she attempted to defend herself, Zolasha muttered in her native tongue, trying to appease the angry planet creature, as if it had a chance of working. "<Great spirit, have mercy on your child, for I only want what is best fo-.>" Her words were halted, as the planet creature was cut to pieces, golden blade having done the deed, and quickly being directed towards her as her creation failed.

A jedi?

Those were her first thoughts, as she attempted to move away from the plasma blades, her eyes narrowing towards the woman, a look of anger and concern, as Zolasha's own saber was out of commission. She was unarmed, and at the mercy of a jedi now, either way she saw it was a death sentence looming before her. The woman greeted her in basic however, which to Zolasha, meant she would have to revert back to that tongue she had so much trouble with. "Zolasha, of the Tyrin Clan. That is my name of birth." She had her hands raised, as if to show she meant no harm, though there was precious little she could accomplish in her current situation. "Away with the sunblades, for harm I can not bring to you." It made her cringe thinking how pittiful she sounded, hopefully the woman could make sense of her basic, because force knew how many mocked her for it. "I have a shuttle crash, for my lonesome am I." That much was the truth, given her damaged armor and bruised features, she wasn't in the best shape to be having a battle.
Especially without her weapons. The woman's name was hard to say, but she struggled through with it regardless. "Will you be giving me the death? Han'Aya? Do you give me the death now?" Zolasha asked, studying this Hanaya woman, and feeling almost certain her next move would be to drive her sabers through her chest.

Hanaya Enzar Hanaya Enzar
 

Hanaya looked down at the fallen woman, looking her over she looked injured and there felt like little aggression in her mood. She thought for a moment as she listened to her pleas.

"I am putting my sabers away, if you try any thing, or if I think I you have anything to do with creating more of these creatures, we will have a problem?" She said sternly, as she deactivated all of her sabers and clipped all but one back to her belt.

"We will return to my ship and I will have a medical droid check you over," she looked down and saw a light saber on the floor, using the force she pulled it to her hand and examined it. "Your weapon will be returned to you once I no longer consider you a threat. For my part you have nothing to fear from me unless you provoke me. I have no allegiances, so whatever colour comes out of this handle means nothing to me." She was a jedi by training only, and had no interest in their war between light and dark.

Hanaya leaned down and typed into her wrist mounted, a few minutes later the Angel hovered a few metres overhead and the access ramp descended to allow access. The three droid starfighters continued to hover, shedding spotlight on the area.

Hanaya reached in close as two medical droids came down the ramp towards her. If Zolasha would let her, she and the droids would carry her aboard the waiting shuttle, if she wished to, she would be allowed to walk on.

"Droid," she spoke to the bots, "find out what species she is and make quarters appropriate to her comfort ready."


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Her eyes adjusted as the sunblades moved away from her, as Zolasha witnessed the form of the four armed woman now in her true glory. She blinked, eyes wide in astonishment, as her mind went back to that of the Goddess of Rebirth. She was perplexed as to what it could mean, perhaps this woman was an avatar of her goddess? Perhaps this was a sign that she was meant for something. That idea gave her hope, and so she would cling to it, her head bowing, as she spoke to the woman. "Forgive me, Goddess, I did not know." She said, she didn't resist as her sunblade was taken.

She had fallen so far in the last years, so far from her beliefs, was her goddess coming to lead her along the right path? She attempted to rise, but soon faltered,, most of her energy having been claimed by the plants this world. Truthfully, it was hard to keep her eyes open at current. Her mind and body wary and tired from the events of this day. To her surprise, she was lifted by the goddess, and carried to the awaiting vessel, only then would Hanaya see the level of wounds this woman carried. There seemed to be a lime green substance seeping from the woman's wounds, rather than the usual red colored blood that one would see. It was unusual to say the least. Zolasha meanwhile struggled to stay awake, her hands clenching one of the arms of the woman, though her basic slipped away into that of her native tongue. "<Forgive me, I was only trying to avenge your children....I....only sought vengeance....>"

Fortunately for both the droid, and the jedi, Zolasha succumbed to fatigue, the Sith going limp as fatigue tore her consciousness away, but allowing one of the medical droids to sample her blood. "Subject is of the Zelosian species. Species mimics plant life, requires unusual levels of sunlight and water exposure. The subject has endured high levels of trauma, current levels indicate early signs of shock, induced by blood loss." The droid would promptly report, attempting to mend the minor wounds that the Sith has.

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'Goddess?' Thought Hanaya to herself, that was a new one to her. She could address that later, the woman seemed utterly exhausted.

"OK droids, let's get the ship home, I have an idea for this one, if you can arrange a medical station set up in my private arboretum, it might be more productive than a standard medbay and I have a few questions to ask her too."

Hanaya and her droids made sure their guest was comfortable, but secure in the onboard mecial suite and Hanaya tool to the controls of the Angel again. She unclipped the light saber she had recovered for Zolasha and tried to ignite its blade, she realised quickly that the device was damaged and clipped it back to her waist, pity she thought, hoping to have gleaned just a little information from the blade itself. She was still mulling over some of the knowledge she picked up regards sabers and their crystals during her recent visit to the Silvers.

Hanaya looked through the monitor at the sleeping woman, "Angel, bring up details of the Zelosian species please" she requested to the ships AI, moments later a document appeared on her holo and she began reading, it was fascinating. A few hours in the arboretum with the right lighting and some nutrition should hopefully do the trick.

Our of the front of the ship, Hanaya saw the fast approaching sub-orbital tower at the centre of Renarro, her personal residence was at the rim of the tower and overlooked the city and the surrounding swamps.

If she didn't stir before then, the next thing that Zolasha would see would be a lush, jungle environment around her, including exotic plants and insects. It is completely out of place with the swampland that she had recently visited. The air has a permanent mist and the whole room is bathed in artificial sunlight. A medical droid still tends to Zolasha and Hanaya is sitting to one side reading off of a data pad whilst Zolasha sleeps.


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Perhaps to Hanaya's relief, Zolasha remained unconscious for the duration of their trip. The Sith woman had exhausted herself, and seemed to be in a state similar to that of a hibernation trance. Needless to say, she wouldn't be a problem for the trained force user, though the information that was provided to her by the medical droid would certainly be enough to take up her time.

Though Zolasha's people were not of the same line of culture as her race, their biology was very much the same. Which meant that the exposure to sunlight bolstered her recovery, and gave her something that she had been rather lacking; water and sunlight. She winced as she awoke, thinking for a moment that perhaps she had died, that this was the afterlife, something that she felt was confirmed as she found Hanaya not far away, and thought that perhaps the Goddess had allowed her the peace of death in the end. This thought of course collapsed, as she winced upon sitting up, feeling pain and realizing her time with the living was still ongoing. She found a medical droid soon moving before her, muttering something in basic, about remaining in bed, though she pushed it away, waving it away like one would a pest. She needed to speak with the goddess.

Staggering forward, she tried to stand with a degree of honor, though her fatigue hadn't entirely gone away. Her entire body felt as if she had been beaten with an electro-staff. "Goddess, what do you wish of me?" She inquired, waiting for Hanaya to notice her, seemingly a bit disoriented by this whole change in scenery.

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As Zolasha stood the attendant droid scolded her, citing unclear figures about energy capacity, but Hanaya raised her hand and silenced him.

"The droid is right you know, judging from your face you know it too, please, sit, enjoy the light, my research tells me you should gain strength here." She looked the woman up and down, she held herself well for someone in her condition, "and I prefer Hanaya" she smiled, "I dont know where this goddess thing is coming from"

Hanaya handed her a plate of food suitable for Zolasha. Hanaya had so many questions, her droids had examined the ship, and she seemed to be fleeing from the Sith Empire, a refugee from their collapse she supposed. She didn't want to push her guest too hard, but she wanted to hear what she would tell her.

She waited for Zolasha to take a seat before continuing, she was wearing lose fitting flowing clothes herself as this was her own comfort spot, and anything she could do to relax the woman was probably for the best.

"So tell me about yourself, you are safe here, I am the ruler of this world and you are in my sanctuary, as I said before, I hold no allegiances, so if you turn out to be a dark sider" she gave Zolasha a comforting but knowing look, "I really don't care, unless you start doing things to put me in danger"

Hanaya was aware that most force sensitives could read surface thoughts, so she made sure to be shielded, but allowed her emotions to escape, just so her guest could tell she was genuine.

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