The Dark Paladin of Chaos
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.