Private Shuttle and Snarl

[Soah Ty’Jyn]

Korriban
Interacting with: Varin Mortifer

Soah stood in front of the Lambda shuttle, her shoulders hunched and her tail lashing like a metronome gone wrong. The durasteel hull glared back at her, all angles and cold promise, a coffin dressed up as transport. She could already feel the void's teeth in her bones, unease running like ice shards up her spine.

The task itself was simple. Draethos. Keetael Force Tracking traditions. Darkseeker training. A path laid before her, if she could only take the first step.

But the truth sat heavy on her tongue: she couldn't fly the blasted thing. Couldn't stand the thought of asking someone to do it for her, either. Owing favors was a leash. Droids? Even worse.

Her lips curled back in the ghost of a snarl. Everyone was an irritation these days, her skin prickling with the raw sting of seemingly being tossed aside, as if Korriban were a refuse heap and she its latest scrap.

The ink writhed with her mood, crawling bolder across her face, thick bands swallowing the light around her amber eyes. One strip stretched horizontally across her brow, so dark it made her amber eyes flare a bright citrine.

After a second, the Felacatian drew a sharp breath, chest tightening as her gaze pinned the shuttle like prey.

The question was not why she would leave.

It was how.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

Varin had decided to take the day off of training. He had been in his own meditating for a few days at this point. Practicing forms, follow ups. But most importantly he was training to understand Ignati. The more he understood him, the easier it was to live with him. Some progress had been made and a more cohesive relationship between the two of them was beginning to show. Varin had made it clear that no longer was Ignati able to just claim control of his body, though he suspected Ignati was only giving him answers he wanted to hear.

He made his way to the shipyard to observe how the repairing process for his ship had been going. It hadn’t seen flight in almost a year at this point since crashlanding. Thankfully Haro and Naami have helped him understand ships a bit better, even helping him get into a basic piloting class. The class itself was…..tedious at best. However his drive for improvement persevered.

As he made his way into the shipyard he didn’t see Haro anywhere. Likely spending time with his other two thirds or maybe having a smoke with Lysander.

As he came across his still ruined ship he gazed at it running his hand down its hull. The memories not only stained its systems but burned into them as well. He would not be landing like that ever again.

A feeling caught his gaze not far away. Somewhat familiar but still alien to him. He rounded the corner of his ship only to see Soah standing there staring at another ship before her. The look in her eyes he knew all too well. She was hungry. The kind of hunger that digs into the marrow, pulling your limbs like a marionette to where It wants to go. Where you NEED to go. He quietly approached her and gazed at the ship. Quiet for just a moment before speaking.

“You have a journey planned don’t you? A pull somewhere that you feel you have no choice but to go?”

He looked down towards her. She was short, but he had seen her skills. The stature of her being was but a ploy compared to what she was capable of.

Soah Ty’Jyn​