R E A P E R
Getting onto Kashyyyk wasn't as complicated as Allyson thought it would be. The place was a mess after the Black Sun had made its way through the world, but criminals were criminals. It had been a long time since she had traveled through the jungle world, and seeing some of the healing was nice. However, she wondered if the hidden SIA safe house was still intact. If it wasn't, Allyson was going to be more screwed than she liked to be in a jungle world.
After a day and a half of hiking, Allyson made it to the small patch of wilderness. It was carefully grown and changed to add vantage points for the agents who would be using it as a safe haven during missions when Kashyyyk was a proper vantage point. Though it seemed the safe house had seen better days, Allyson set to work. This was easier than thinking about everything else that was going on in her life.
Like Varonat, she drowned herself in work.
The first night, Allyson set up her tent and a security parameter, which were small wires that would easily signal an intruder. Her rebuilding of the small base would take time, but it would be enough to get her mind off things. Mainly the twinge of regret she had for leaving. Seeing another like her, someone so fluidly able to command the Force to hide - that was something she rarely saw.
The last time the Corellian had seen a padawan able to weave a Force cloak with ease was Zaavik.
Allyson brought her knees closer to her as she sat in front of the fire. She watched it, at least with her good eye. The flames danced and flickered, only reminding her of the padawan. He was so talented, but he was troubled too much like his Master. Maybe she wasn't the right fit as a Master for him - he was her most significant failure, more so than the mission that lost her everything.
She watched the flames for a moment longer before standing and kicking the dirt on the makeshift firepit. As much as she wanted to keep the security the light provided - it only made her a sitting target for anyone lingering.
Before she lay down, Allyson looked up at the stars. A smile crossed Allyson's face as she knew she needed to be home - but she would understand. The stars were always a reminder of the Varonat sky.
The night, luckily, was calm and without event, letting Allyson, for once, sleep.
Kashyyyk's mornings were always bright, and Allyson sat up without fanfare. She quickly got to work, letting her mind wander nowhere too far from where she was. Using Force, Allyson threw the rope over one of the large tree branches and threaded the rope through the harness that hung around her hips. She needed to assess the damage from the Black Sun's occupation, which, at first glance, would take some time.
Quickly, Allyson hoisted herself up, began loading supplies into the tree house, and began to work.
Time passed slowly, but the Corellian had found a moment to break as she let herself hang by the waist backward, staring up at the canopies.
