First Reply Meditation

[Juno Arc]

Some might call the planet Tatooine a forgotten backwater dump, others a bustling hub of trade, and yet more a den of thugs and scum—and somehow, every one of them is right. For Juno, however, the desert world offered something rarer: a profound sense of peace, and this visit was no exception. She touched down her aging Z-95 Headhunter on a weathered cliffside, several miles from the nearest settlement.

Stepping out as she always did, she drew a deep breath of the warm, sand-laden air, letting it fill her lungs with the familiar grit of the dunes. She approached the edge of the escarpment and settled into a cross-legged position, her legs folded beneath her in meditative poise. Placing her lightsaber gently before her on the rocky ground, she closed her eyes and began to center herself in the Force.

Yet her tranquility was short-lived. Gradually, an unfamiliar presence began to stir in her senses, tugging at the edges of her awareness like a distant ripple in the vast ocean of the galaxy.

 

[Cyran Vaas]

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Location: Tatooine
Objective: Fly
Juno Arc

High up in the sky Cyran’s ship was in flight, where he let his droid companion keep the vessel steady as he walked away from the controls.

A few chirps and whistles emanated from the concerned astromech droid. Asking the bounty hunter if this was a good idea. “Of course, this planet is a great spot to test it. If I did it in a populated city I’d probably get arrested. Here is’ open enough that I won’t be stepping on anyone's toes and it’s not so remote to find a med-center if things go too bad.” Cyran replied before stepping over to the loading ramp in his ship.

Pressing a few buttons on the side panel it began to lower and open to the loud whirling winds that passed by the ship as it flew through the air. “I’ll let you know if I crash at the bottom of some canyon. Now be sure to close the ramp after I jump out…” Cyran said through his helmet’s comms before giving himself a quick pat down to make sure he had everything he needed. With everything set he leapt out from his ship into the sky over Tatooine.

Taking a moment to stabilize his descent, Cyran grabbed at his suit and unfastened connective fabric that filled the space between his arms and torso allowing the bounty hunter to glide somewhat. Falling from great heights weren’t new for him but he was always looking for new ways to afford himself more aerial mobility. He hoped to wing suits in addition to his more cumbersome jetpack to possibly increase its range and longevity as well as his maneuverability.

“So far so good!” He spoke through his comms back to his ship. “Stay close to me in case something happens!” So far he was getting the hang gliding through the air with the improvised wing. Occasionally activating his jetpack to give himself a burst of speed and increase his altitude some.

But after getting into a bit of a grove his astromech asked if Cyran had checked the local weather before doing this. Making the bounty hunter realize a possible oversight in his planning before being swept up in a sudden forceful gust of wind. Strong enough to throw him off balance. Causing Cyran to rapidly spin out of control plummet to the ground. Activating his jet pack to break his fall just before harshly colliding into a sand dune…​

 

[Juno Arc]

The visions are not clear—hazy and blurred for some reason. The only fragments flashing through her mind are a starship and something resembling a Mandalorian helmet.

Juno rises, opens her eyes, and stares out at the endless expanse of sand stretching just beyond the sharp cliff edge. Nothing but emptiness.

After a moment, she focuses her gaze. The Force sharpens her senses, and she catches a glint of metal—or perhaps a scope. No, definitely the former. That unmistakable sheen belongs to beskar.

"A Mandalorian, here? Well, I suppose it shouldn't surprise me."

Juno tucks her lightsaber behind her belt.

She steps back into her Z-95 for a moment, grabbing her droid, which eagerly hops onto her shoulder. Then she leaps from the ridge, gliding slowly down the slope until she lands on the same level as the stranger.


"Who are you..." she calls out to the unknown figure, "...and you'd better not be here for me."


Cyran Vaas