Never concede to evil...

[Nubica Felidae]

Dathomir sparkled like a rich topaz jewel, welcoming Corvus as she piloted Raven down into the atmosphere. Anticipation tingled through her. Regardless of the unhappy circumstances that brought her here, this was a planet strong with the Force — and one she’d never visited before.

A Jedi ship had crash-landed here and she was the closest and despite an expectation she would only find wreckage, she had to be sure there were no survivors. No foul play was suspected and she was simply going to land, check the site and leave.

Turbulence buffeted the ship as she descended. She studied the displays on the navigation console and adjusted her course from time to time.

As Raven carried them close to the home of the Singing Mountain Clan, Corvus passed over shining oceans, lush forests, vast deserts, rolling hills, and wide fertile plains. Corvus felt the Force emanating from the surface of the planet.

She noted a herd of blue-skinned reptiles racing at incredible speed across a plain. Blue Mountain people, if her research was reliable. They migrate every dawn and every dusk.

The pale pink sun was high above the horizon by the time she reached the wide, bowl-shaped valley. A green and brown patchwork of fields and orchards spread beneath her in the pinkish sunlight.

Corvus came in low, looking to keep her presence as secret as possible and she brought the ship to a smooth landing on the valley floor beside the wreckage that stretched a hundred metres from beginning to end.

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Imagine Corvus had posted this LOL

 

[Jordan Achilles]

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A temple was imprinted within the very end of the valley in which, if one's eyes were trained, could see those of red-clothed individuals standing in a line down either side of steps that led into the temple. The temple's stairs led to a raised platform where their stood a large bowl of stone and clay with fire grafting and erupting from the bowl violently. Ash and sparks spilled over the sides of the bowl occasionally but they did little harm to the thickly packed stones of the temple. A tall figure in a red toga stood behind the fire bowl with his arms held behind his back as he was looking at, appearing to be staring straight ahead at [member="Corvus Raaf"] save for one thing, he wasn't staring at Corvus, he was staring at a ship on the ground, 50 meters to the diagonal right of the temple.​

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A young man in a black cloak, as thick and dark as a night of Umbara, walked towards the temple with his fists clenched up. The man's oily black hair was in a spiked manner from starting from the left and going to the right with his beard just being, frisky to say the least. The man walked in front of the temple and announced something to the large pale Zabrak sanding behind the bowl of flames. His voice was that of a night upon Dathomir, dangerous yet beautiful at the same time with a hint of intellect within the voice. "Renh'Kinh Onit, why did the wraith of a Dathomiran sorcerer of great power curse me, both physically and recently physiologically?!" The man pulled away the black sleeve upon his left arm to reveal his arm, which had burn-like brands on his arm of that of a skull, spider, and even intertwining snakes leading from the rear legs of the spider on his hand to to the bottom of the skull on his shoulder.​

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The Zabrak merely responded with a short yet simple phrase, "What is your name, Human?" The man yet off a short grin before finally responding, his voice full of poison, "Jordan, Jordan Achilles. Heir to the Line of Achilus-In, or Achilles in the standard tongue.." The Zabrak merely gave a nod as to allow Jordan go up the stairs. He slowly went up the stairs and then stood aside the pale Zabrak, his eyes carefully watching the Zabrak. For, he didn't trust anybody, especially a Dathomiran.​

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus’ attention was shared. Something she invariably warned Youngling and Padawans alike against. But it was necessary.

To her right was a temple. Not abandoned or lifeless — but currently occupied and the fire burning suggested activity. And if she could see them, they could see her. She was tempted to slip into the White Current but thought better of it. To disappear would seem covert and make them wonder what her intentions were.

So she decided to switch her attention back to the ship. She wold allow her conscious mind to focus on the task in hand and, by entering Center of Being, she would let the Force determine if she needed to take any action as a result of any company that might manifest itself.

So she walked through the wreckage. The bodies were charred beyond recognition but the count told her all were accounted for. But she diligently checked the remainder of the broken ship for anything of note. But found nothing.

So she started the long walk back to her own ship, every now and then casting a glance at the steps — and the figures on it.

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As Jordan and the large pale Zabrak known as, Renh'Kinh Onit converse, two of the guards stirred. They were clad in red robes with black sleek armor underneath with a bark texture hinting that they were made from some type of bark from a tree. The guards held longs pointed black spear within their right hand each as they walked towards Corvus. As they got closer, it was clear, they weren't 'normal' Dathomirians. They held the symbol of a skull in flames upon their chests and the shield in the hand opposite of the spear.​

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The two guards stopped in place as they blocked Corvus's path. The one of the jedi's right pointed a spear at the Jedi's neck along with raising a shield while the other began to talk, his voice that of a stern alpha male of the Zabraks, possibly a second to the pale Zabrak. "What is your businesses here, Woman? Leave this area immediately or you will face heavy force against you."​

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus remained impassive. The Force had not indicated she do anything yet, and she trusted it implicitly. And she was pleased the spear wasn’t too close. Her necklace — a gift from her partner — wasn’t just a token of love, nor just a thing of beauty. It was entirely practical and would tr=hrow up a Force Barrier without any conscious thought on the wearer’s part.

But she’d seen them approach as she walked back to her ship, and once they were close, she stopped.

She bowed politely to them. “I am Master Corvus Raaf. Grand Master of the Jedi Order. My business is to check this ship for survivors. We feared all were dead, but someone had to check. And since I was closest, the task fell to me. I can have the wreckage cleared or you can organise this yourselves. The choice is entirely yours.”

Throughout her voice remained calm and soft. Barely above a whisper, but it carried clearly to the men.

“And I was in the process of leaving before you halted me.” She smiled, and awaited their response.

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[Jordan Achilles]

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The taller guard nodded to the other who had the spear and the guard retracted the spear before going behind Corvus with the tall guard going in front of Corvus. They proceeded towards the temple with Corvus in the middle, not saying a single word to Corvus.​

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The Pale Zabrak voice was that of a determined voice, like that of a god speaking through him, for the Zabrak was in fact a prophet. But, a prophet of what, was unknown. "We cannot help you, Jordan, Son of Achilus-In. We do not seek to help you for your problems are not ours.." The pale Zabrak then reached outwards and grabbed the surprised Jordan by the neck before throwing him down the stairs, causing his body to take the blunt of the crude stone stairs. The next thing Jordan knew, he was lying on the ground at the foot of the stairs in a crumpled position with blood flooding around his chest. Jordan grabbed onto the side of a red robed guard and used the weight of the guard to stand up. Once, he was up he examined what the stairs had done to his body. For one thing, Jordan noticed that he had a slight limp that should wear off soon but more importantly, part of a rib was poking out of his chest.​

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Jordan grabbed the rib and eased it into his chest quickly until he heard a snap and saw the rib fall into the long grass, quickly being obstructed. Will, great, their goes a rib and now for a artificial bone replacement. Jordan turned lazily and proceeded to the side as to rest for his minute until his eyes caught onto Corvus. Whoever, or whatever she was, he knew on thing, the light-side was emitting from Corvus's body. She was a Jedi, or she might be.​

 

[Corvus Raaf]

“Oh,’” she said smiling. “We’re going this way.” There was levity in her voice that belied the situation but that reflected her confidence in the matter. At least for now.

But her attention was now distracted by the events on the temple steps. The young man was bodily thrown down the stairs and sustained injuries on the way. Her first reaction was to help, but she kept perfectly still. For one, her assistance might not be wanted. For another, there was no telling how the guards would react if she visibly used the Force.

“Are you OK?” she said, as she bowed to the young man. “I am Corvus. Jedi Master Corvus Raaf to be precise. Grand Master of the Jedi Order. Can I help in any way?”

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