Ashin Varanin
Professional Enabler
Mimban
First had come Nar Shaddaa, when Ashin had underestimated glitterstim, and barriers had come down. Amid thunderstorms and the fear of Omni, she and Spencer Jacobs had become more to each other than either had intended.
Then she had helped Spencer return to the Jedi, and Darron Wraith -- the Grandmaster, a man Ashin called friend -- had threatened to expel Spencer from the Order if she refused to inform on her time with Ashin. They knew they should have expected it, but they hadn't seen it coming. Not from Darron.
And now they retreated to find refuge on the safest world in the universe. Oh, Mimban wasn't much -- no orbital defenses, no resources worth the name, poorly positioned and out of the way -- but it had a quirk which Ashin had exploited. Long ago, she had come here, to the Temple of Pomojema, with a man named Darth Kharonos who wanted to be her lover. It was here that she had met Linna Beorht, the profligate genius, and Kayla Masi, the inimitable spacer Jedi. It was here that she had leaped down a bottomless Thrella well after the Kaiburr Crystal -- accelerated her fall to catch it -- used its phenomenal power to heal herself from the heat of the world's mantle --- and levitated back up to the surface.
The Kaiburr Crystal, stuff of legends. Stolen from her once, but regained. Here, in this ancient temple, it magnified the wielder's Force connection a hundredfold. Anywhere else in the universe, it was useless.
A starship rested under a sensor-reflective camo net, right inside the ruins of the Temple of Pomojema. The ship was ancient, a Consular-class vessel named Sojourn, with an honorable history. The salon pod had been stripped of diplomatic trappings and turned into something infinitely comfortable. Elsewhere on the ship, alchemical laboratories and furnaces churned. Ashin worked in the labs, tireless and focused.
First had come Nar Shaddaa, when Ashin had underestimated glitterstim, and barriers had come down. Amid thunderstorms and the fear of Omni, she and Spencer Jacobs had become more to each other than either had intended.
Then she had helped Spencer return to the Jedi, and Darron Wraith -- the Grandmaster, a man Ashin called friend -- had threatened to expel Spencer from the Order if she refused to inform on her time with Ashin. They knew they should have expected it, but they hadn't seen it coming. Not from Darron.
And now they retreated to find refuge on the safest world in the universe. Oh, Mimban wasn't much -- no orbital defenses, no resources worth the name, poorly positioned and out of the way -- but it had a quirk which Ashin had exploited. Long ago, she had come here, to the Temple of Pomojema, with a man named Darth Kharonos who wanted to be her lover. It was here that she had met Linna Beorht, the profligate genius, and Kayla Masi, the inimitable spacer Jedi. It was here that she had leaped down a bottomless Thrella well after the Kaiburr Crystal -- accelerated her fall to catch it -- used its phenomenal power to heal herself from the heat of the world's mantle --- and levitated back up to the surface.
The Kaiburr Crystal, stuff of legends. Stolen from her once, but regained. Here, in this ancient temple, it magnified the wielder's Force connection a hundredfold. Anywhere else in the universe, it was useless.
A starship rested under a sensor-reflective camo net, right inside the ruins of the Temple of Pomojema. The ship was ancient, a Consular-class vessel named Sojourn, with an honorable history. The salon pod had been stripped of diplomatic trappings and turned into something infinitely comfortable. Elsewhere on the ship, alchemical laboratories and furnaces churned. Ashin worked in the labs, tireless and focused.