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Private Retro Fittings of the Force

Tahali Memnoch Tahali Memnoch
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The freezing temperatures of Ilum tried to bite beneath the fur coat Madalena wore, but or the moment, she paid them no mind. News of war on the planet had reached her, but she wasn't here for any of that. Instead, she had taken a small stealth ship to a more or less neglected part of the snow deserts, where she hoped she would be able to practice on her own, without potentially endangering her own home and getting it sucked into the Netherworld.

She was still learning how to handle the new abilities that had unlocked for her during the events of the Ryloth invasion. Most of the time, she could still see the little tendrils floating from her, trying to latch onto openings that could be widened to enter different dimensions. The first time it had happened, she was still suffering over having her face literally fall from her bones, was still healing, the skin not even glued back on yet.

The small rift had terrified her. It had been only a few inches in diameter, and it had sucked a bunch of small medical equipment from the room into it before closing up. Madalena had no idea where that rift had led to, why the tendrils had opened it, or what she had managed to do in order to close it. And that had just been the beginning.

A few times, she had managed to willingly exert her control over the tendrils. But nothing big - she was too scared of these abilities, and who knew what sort of accident would be enough to suck spheres into the Netherworld or some other unwanted dimension?

No.

Here, it would be much safer.

Yet the only thing she could absolutely not do, is work on these things and conceal her presence in the Force at the same time. Hopefully, she was a sufficient distance away to not attract the attention of the warring factions of the planet. For the moment, that would have to be enough.
 
Ilam. She wasn't a fan of Ilum and her sisters had sent her here - again.

None of them were fans of Ilum. Too cold, too icy. Too much snow for one planet. A pleasant smile and sliver tongue, a gentle tone and welcoming body expression was all she needed to get in and out of the icy hell called their clients home. The payment had been made and the bottle of freshly squeezed paralysis poison dedicated to the clients step fathers dna sequence had been passed over. The woman she now waved goodbye to pleasantly was going to become a very rich woman soon when news of her fathers sad state, with no cure mind you, was going to hit the rest of the family. News of someone of note being taken incapacitated would hit news of the community in general and she wasn't sure how that would help or hinder the war - nor did she care.

So sad.

Running her fingers through her dark tresses Remnant 5 pulled her cloak closer as the coldness bit in and frowned. There would be another drop-off tomorrow, and another the next day. This was her life and frankly while the other two seemed happy to keep things going as they were she was... bored of it. Suppressing a yawn at the thought of going back to the pristine hospital-like base they called a home she sent a message that the drop off was done and her friendly demeanor vanished to an irritated one as her boots sank knee-deep into the snow.

Moving towards her ship something stopped her. It was that odd tingling in the air, extra senses picking up on.. energy of some sort. She had tried to explain to her sisters what that was but they looked at her like she wasn't made correctly. They were all clones, all the same after all. Remnant 6 was too polite to say anything of course but the amount of arguments she and Remnant 7 had were too much to count. Curiosity got the best of her and instead of moving towards her ship she went the opposite direction. After all, wasn't it their family saying 'knowledge above all'?
 
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The air in front of Madalena rippled. She moved her hand in front of it, trying to latch on, invisible tendrils to where she could feel a potential opening being placed.

Was it being placed? She wasn't certain. One of her big questions about the whole situation was whether she was creating the rifts, or just finding rifts that were already there. She had once already taken control of a rift opened by another, but that within itself did not give her enough data to properly understand it.

Her eyes snapped open, and she paused. What few millimeters she had gained in her tendrils vanished and they returned to their original size, invisible to all but herself, as far as she knew.

Someone was approaching.

The Sith Sorceress couldn't really contain her surprise. She had chosen this location because it was, quite literally, the middle of nowhere.

Not too far away was a small hill; it wouldn't be hard to come from around it, if that person so wished.

Madalena was ready though. If one of the warring factions of the planet made the attempt to attack her just for being there, she would fight them, and maybe see if she could send them through a rift straight into the Netherworld.
 
There was a moment where she stopped, to look at how far she'd walked, and then shrugged. A long walk here and a long walk back. It wasn't like she was expected anywhere else today and Remnant 7 could handle the viral transfer unit cleaning today. Her look of stubborn resolve solidified as she came closer to where whatever this feeling was led her to.

Getting closer she saw a woman standing there in the distance. There was a feeling of.. power about her. Another thought her sisters would look at her oddly for. Enough peculiarness and she would have to go through a psyche test which was more painful than she preferred so Remnant 5 said nothing these days. Best to appear as highly functional as possible and then there were less physically and psychologically invasive examinations done to her. No-one wanted a defective clone that didn't know their function.

Moving closer she raised an eyebrow. Looking around she took a sharp intake of breath at the cold. The woman before her was there voluntarily which seemed quite mad to her. There was nothing around here - quite literally. "This snow is lovely and all but... what in the galaxy are you doing here?" Either sister would have said nothing and left this crazy woman to her own devices but Remnant 5 was curious.
 

The wait was not a long time. Shortly after, a woman had arrived. Madalena's green glowing eyes narrowed. She did not recognize her, and there were no marks upon her visible gear that could've marked her for belonging to this or other organization. A stranger then, who could just happen to have arrived here… Or an enemy.

The Sith Sorceress said nothing as the woman approached her, speaking then and demanding to know what she was doing there. Now she lofted a brow and stared at her. They were, quite literally, in the middle of nowhere on Ilum. The situation didn't even make sense.

She took a deep inhale, and let it out slowly. The truth could never hurt her. And if that other woman tried to leverage it against her somehow… She would not envy the consequences.

Raising a hand, the invisible tendrils latched into the air on their own now. She knew the woman would not see them, but if she was a Force Sensitive, she might feel something. The tendrils pulled, and between the two woman opened a rift in the fabric of the Force.

A portal.

"Keeping people from being sucked into wherever this leads to," she answered, never moving her sight from her.
 

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