Private In Over Your Head

[Viviane]

It had taken months. Her Sith masters had spent a small fortune and hundreds of hours of manpower trying to locate the object. But figuring out exactly where the Yammosk was located was a task that was anything but complete. All of the work that had been done could only confirm that it was somewhere in a specific region on a particular moon.
Her navicomputer had been programmed to the destination without her even knowing exactly which moon she was being sent to.

So, now here she was. In a single seater ship angling towards a planet's moon to seek out the Yammosk. A vile, anti-Force, apocrypha that needed to be destroyed. A biotechnology that existed outside of the Force? An apostasy. Illegal. Profane. These words had been hammered into her skull in preparation for this mission.
But more importantly than this object's blatant insult to the Force was also the risk that it had been planted here as an early outpost for potential Yuuzhan Vong expansion. Making its destruction a necessity.

Viviane would need to be alert. Her ship had been equipped with gravitational modifiers to, hopefully, mask her descent. She was forced to land a bit outside of the zone where the Yammosk was believed to have burrowed specifically to keep her presence a secret for as long as possible.

After her ship touched down on the surface the real work began. She was chosen due to her Force sensitivity but unlike most things she wasn’t searching for something, she was searching for something absent to the Force. A blind spot, a deadzone, a place that existed as if the Force itself had fallen asleep. And she knew that as she neared the Yammosk would know of her presence long before she knew its precise location.

Stalking the snowy and rocky surface of the icy moon her black overcoat rippled in the howling wind. She checked down at her lightsaber and blaster, ensuring they were ready to be drawn at a moment’s notice. Her heart slowed, her eyes fluttered shut, she concentrated harder and harder on picking out a location where she felt nothing. But, instead, she found her senses overwhelmed by the hints of life on this frigid world.

”This is impossible.” Her pace halted, her breathing slowed even more, she must’ve stood in one spot for close to fifteen minutes. Trying, and failing, to find this thing that was deadened to all of the ways she had learned to use her abilities. ”Impossible,” she groaned again before regaining her focus.

No, she had to do this. There was no returning without killing the damned biot.

And then, there it was, a twitch of her eyebrow and a faint whisper of nothingness. She didn’t have a location but she did have a direction. South. Her boots clamped down upon the snow and carried her further.

 

[Amos]

Boots crunched through freshly fallen snow, heavy furs cloaking Amos as he trudged across the snowy Tundra. His footprints were already disappearing as he walked, flurries of snow pushed back and forth as the wind cut through.

It was cold here. Colder than the Kiffari had ever felt before. His native Kiffar had been cloaked in jungles, never offering any weather even close to this. Yet he felt strangely at home. The cold air offered a pleasant sting to his lungs, and the Yuuzhan Vong biot embedded beneath his flesh almost seemed to still within the cold. It was a strange sort of blessing, though he was not sure how long it would last. The creature would continue it's feast soon. Even slowed by the serum he now had, it would be a matter of months before the parasite became permanently rooted.

Something he could not allow to happen.

The more the biot dug, the deeper it seeded itself into his flesh, the more he could feel the force slip away from his grasp.

It made him stronger, faster, immune even to the touch of lightsabers; but the price for all of it was simply too much to pay. The Shapers 'gift' could not be allowed to fully take root. Thus he had asked the Yammosk for a solution, and the creature had come up frustratingly empty. It's knowledge lacking within the creature that had infested Amos.

Then it had lead him here. Whispering of one of it's brothers that might know more.

Amos was sure there was another motive for sending him here, the Yammosk rarely accomplished one goal without another, but it didn't matter. He needed the parasite stopped, or at least further reigned in. If the Yammosk's brother could aid him, then the journey across the tundra would be more than worth it.

So he trudged through the snow, steps carrying him to the edges of a plateau, where the cliffs began to descend and carry into a multitude of caverns.

 

[Viviane]

Viviane descended down yet another ice wall, toes crackling the rough surface. Finally, she found herself back upon solid ground. It was only after she looked up that she saw the cavernous web laid out before her.

Great. This place was practically a maze. Viviane took in a breath of the frigid air and steeled herself, her mind attuning with the Force as she focused purely on the void she'd been tracking. It was getting closer, more easily to find now. Before it had been like a microtear in the galaxy's largest blanket, now it was a ripple in a lake.

Still difficult to locate, for certain, but as long as she kept her senses fully focused on the gash in the Force she'd find the Yammosk.

In her dominant left hand she cradled her lightsaber, certain the Yammosk had already sensed her. It was possible the thing was defenseless but it was equally possible, if not far more likely, that the biot had its own sick automatons serving as its guardians. From here on out she'd have a thumb resting gently upon the trigger of her lightsaber, ready to strike.

And then, her boot slipped upon the frosted ground. "Chit," she grumbled, catching her balance at the last moment before face planting. Her focus broken, her pride reduced a peg, she regained her footing and prepared to settle her mind back upon her quarry.

Except… there was something else that she noticed. Life. But it was odd and difficult to place. A Force user? It couldn't be a Jedi or Sith unless they were far stronger than she. Or practicing some form of Force ability she was unaware of. And just like the Yammosk she hunted she could not locate this interloper's precise location.

She clutched her saber tighter. Heart skipping a few beats. She was not alone.