Private Sand and Serenity

[Yag'dril'sil]

Astoria Aune Novak

The twin suns of Tatooine hung in the sky like molten copper, their oppressive light bleaching the world of all but the most stubborn color. The desert stretched endlessly in every direction, a vast, undulating sea of sand and rock that swallowed sound and heat in equal measure. A hot, dry wind scoured the surface, lifting fine grains of sand into constant, swirling dances that sculpted the dunes into ever-shifting mountains. The sky, a pale, dusty blue near the horizons, deepened to a bruised purple directly overhead where the suns beat down with their fullest fury. No clouds offered respite, no shadow fell from above save for the long, distorted shape cast by a single lone figure moving in the heat. The figure of Yag'dril'sil and she was utterly in her element, a silent serpent on the sands.

From the waist up, she was a vision of focus Her lean, muscular torso was clad in a tailored tunic of durable materia fabric, practical and unadorned, which contrasted starkly with the polished silver of the custom-fitted chest-plate that protected her core. The Silver Jedi crest was embossed upon it, a symbol of her allegiance catching the occasional glint of sunlight. Her face, sharp-featured with high cheekbones and a strong jaw, was set in an expression of serene concentration, her full lips slightly parted as she regulated her breathing. Her raven-black hair was a masterpiece of intricate design, pulled back from her face and woven into a series of complex, traditional braids that lay flat against her scalp and cascaded down her back, a testament to patience and cultural pride that stood as a small bastion of order against the wild chaos of the Dune Sea.

Below the waist, however, was where her true nature was revealed. Her serpentine body, a full twelve feet of thick, powerful muscle, flowed behind her in a series of silent, hypnotic undulations. The opalescent white scales that covered this lower half were large and layered like polished moonstones, and as she moved, they caught the unforgiving light, shimmering with a soft, pearlescent gleam of blue, green, and pink. They were utterly unlike the harsh, gritty texture of the environment, sliding over the hot sand with an eerie silence that left a sinuous, winding trail in her wake. This trail was the only evidence of her passage, a temporary scar on the desert's face that the wind would soon erase. The power in those coils was evident in the way they propelled her forward with an effortless, fluid motion, a silent, gliding locomotion that was both breathtakingly beautiful and deeply unnerving to anyone who might be watching from the shadows of the rocky outcrops.

Her attire was purely practical for her unique form. Her utility belt, scaled to fit her humanoid waist, held her lightsaber and a few compact survival kits, the leather worn and comfortable against the rough fabric of her tunic. The silvered bracers on her forearms were scratched and dulled from use, bearing the marks of training and conflict. As she crested a particularly high dune, she paused, letting the lower half of her body coil beneath her in a thick, stable base. Her large, expressive eyes, the color of molten gold with flecks of emerald, scanned the horizon. Their slitted pupils contracted to pinpricks against the blazing light, constantly adjusting, searching for the path the Force had whispered she would find. For a long moment, she was utterly still, a statue of pale flesh and shimmering scale against the endless, bleached-out sky, a silent sentinel in a world of wind and sun. She had come from the Cafe de Je'di Oasis the hidden temple of the jedi on the world as a means to train but also because they were always explorring. That she could move on the desert sands and not alert many of the creatures under it helped her more then anything.

 

[Astoria Aune Novak]

Tatooine, The land of the famous Tusken Raiders. The beings that steal and loot the travelers of the land. There was even reports of them attacking and looting locals. She had never been in Tatooine once, But her ancestors did and that was years ago when her land was still alive. A long time before her land was taken by the sith Empire and became an colonized. She had heard the reports on the matter. She rarely went outside her planet unless it is for something very important. But this time it was a bit more exploration based. She was excited to meet new people and cultures she had heard that Tatooine was also once attacked by the Sith Alliance and was once an battle ground. She was sympathetic if that was true. She had heard that there was really bad smugglers in this land. In her planet, she had an strict hold on the smuggling. She hoped that she would not run into any Tusken Raiders though. She was unwilling to be involved into conflicts.

She was wearing an multi layered outfit. It had an large hooded robe on the outside. The robe was large but was of Tatooine fashion. It was covering her from her head to her toe. It covered her arms and her hand was barely seen outside. She wore gloves that was standard for the people who did not want to get the harsh sun rays on their hand. She was accompanied by two guards who were also in casual clothing. If someone noticed them, they would look like the monk like figures. They had an small blaster on their side. She was wearing an face cover inorder to not be touched by the sand. She was fully covered to fight the harsh desert sand and its heatness. She rarely talked as they passed through the street. Yag'dril'sil was easy to be identified as she walked. It was a bit of an long walk from where they landed. They had landed on the desert where it was hard for anyone spying on them to locate them. She was an great strategist and studying the weather well, she had landed their ship down at a spot well hidden by the sandy landscape

She was fully cybernetic under the covers that protected her body from the elements of the world. She was also adapt in her practice of the force and so it was easy to recognize the force signature of an jedi easily. She wondered why an Jedi wanted to meet her here on a planet that was not very near to her planet. She was also wondering if it was a trap. She had heard about Jedi's betraying their own people and turning to the sith side. The sith alliance wanted her dead and there was an bounty on her head. It was an dangerous mission indeed to venture out of her own planet. She looked at the surrounding and she scanned the place for any potential threats. She was feeling a little better about this meeting once that was done. She sat across the table of the Bo-Dun Jedi who was wanting an audience with her. She wondered if this was an pettition for Jedi forces to reenter the borders of Ulfin. But that was far from possible as the Jedi had betrayed them. The Jedi did not participate in the civil war for freedom that occured between the Sith Alliance and the Allied Ulfin Rebellion Army (AURA). She was also expecting an formal apology from the masters of Jedi temple rather than an padawan. She knew she was an Padawan from the way the Jedi dressed.

She had felt Sympathetic to the Tusken Raiders who were sentient species indigenous to the desert planet Tatooine, She had been empathethic to a lot of beings after the war. She was an war survivor and she herself knew how it feels to be hurt in the war first hand. She was attacked at an young age and her body was completely destroyed. If not for the technological advancement of Ulfin's cybernetics, she would have been an dead monarch who was given an memorial as a martyr. She was the last hope of her people. If not for her there would have been no monarch left in her planet. Her whole family and everyone in her lineage was reduced to dust by the marching stormtroopers. She held an deep hatred for the soldiers of the sith. She was sure that she was among the lucky ones to make it out alive after a war. But the cost of making out alive was far more devious than she would have ever anticipated. She did not have an body of her own. Her flesh was reduced to parts. She was almost fully a machine rather than an biological being. She knew that coming to a sparsely inhabited circumbinary desert planet located in the galaxy's Outer Rim Territories was not on her bucket list of things to do before dying. She did not know how long her immortal life was going to stay immortal. She was living on life support and she was not going to forgive anyone who was the reason for that situation.

The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans
Atop the broken universal clock:
The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.
Out painted stages fall apart by scenes
While all the actors halt in mortal shock:
The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans.

Streets crack through in havoc-split ravines
As the doomstruck city crumbles block by block:
The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.
Fractured glass flies down in smithereens;
Our lucky relics have been put in hock:
The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans.

The monkey's wrench has blasted all machines;
We never thought to hear the holy cock:
The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.


Too late to ask if end was worth the means,
Too late to calculate the toppling stock:
The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans,
The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.​

 

[Yag'dril'sil]

Astoria Aune Novak

She moved through the are and found the place as she looked at the woman who was there and she seemed to be waiting for her. The long body finding a place as she coiled around and propped herself up just enough. The table was there and low when she found a place. Her scales gleaming for a moment when she finally found a good position. Her smile forming on her lips though while she spoke and her voice came out more soothing and relaxed. "Hello." The Bo-Dun remained there as she adjusted the robes just enough to shift but remain closed with her. She was trying to find a better postion so she wasn't sitting so high but also not stretched out all around.