ʟɪʟ' ᴏʟᴇ ᴍᴇ
One of the perks of the Jedi Order's presence on Naboo was the access to its unique maritime resources, specifically, its legendary submersibles. Until now, Ala hadn't found a way to pursue this personal "side quest," but the Force had finally provided. It wasn't a moment too soon. She needed a distraction, something to fill the hollow space where he used to be.
After a formal request for transport, a Nabooian sub, and a companion for the mission, Ala found herself submerged in the lightless depths of Ningoth. The planet was desolate, a world without landmarks or valuable exports. It was as far off the hyperspace lanes as one could get without falling off the map entirely. Yet, the deep water resonated with her. She had hoped her usual support system would be beside her for this, but that bridge had burned. Now, it was just Ala. As it always had been; as it seemingly always would be.
Despite the crushing sense of isolation, she wasn't actually alone. In fact, she was dwarfed by her mission partner. The towering Epicanthix had surely caught Ala staring at her wings more than once. They were, in the Grandmaster's professional opinion, incredibly cool — even if they looked like a logistical nightmare inside the cramped confines of a cockpit.
"Sensors are picking up faint energy signatures ahead," Ala said, finally pulling her gaze from the feathers beside her to focus on the console.
Somewhere in the abyss ahead lay the wreckage of a secret laboratory, once operated at the command of the long-dead Sith Lord, Hydrocus Venetia. It was a place Ala had visited once before...nearly a thousand years ago.
