She was alone. It was better that way. Alone she could do what she must and be concerned for only what she chose. It was not that way when traveling with others. She had focus while alone and when she was focused she was most effective. Years of traveling through foliage far more deadly than this place boasted was paying off as she deftly traversed the jungle. Her Rancor would have been a great boon but the attention it would have drawn to an Initiate alone was too great.
She had miles yet to go when she smelled something. Most would not have noticed but the scent of durasteel and servo oils was not natural in the least. Her senses hightened to the degree of an animal's and her quick mind were her only warning before the sounds of cracking branches reached her. There was little she could do for the moment, so she took cover behind a dark wood tree large enough to house her and simply waited to see what was coming. Her had dropped to a blaster pistol the Mandalorians had left when they last brought things to Dathomir. They believed they were protectors but when you waited on others and came when they called, you are a servant not a superior. However, they were too simple to see that and it was probably better that way.
A group of hunter-killer droids stepped from the dense under growth followed by a man in black. His armor was loght and little more than a padded jumpsuit with plasteel chest and shoulder guards. His black boots with plasteel shin gaurds were too clean to have been long in the jungle. Which meant he had come here recently or had a lair close by. She ducked back behind the tree after her breif look and holstered the blaster. She could defeat a man but not four against one. Slowly she slipped under a fern the size of a speeder and began to circle out away from the hunting party. With the blessing of the goddess she would not become the prey.
