Spirited Away

[Maiev]

Yavin IV​

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"Stop her, don't let her get away!"

Maiev ran, her boots splashing through mud as she made a speedy retreat through the dense jungle of Yavin IV. Volleys of blaster fire zipped past her, forcing the witch to duck both that and the various branches that were attempting to blindside her at every turn.

It had been a long while now since the Sith had taken control of the moon, and it was still sitting along the edge of their territory. With that in mind, Maiev had thought her little excursion would go unnoticed, but she had been very wrong.

Evident by the squad of soldiers that were presently chasing her.

Clearly, some part of the Sith Empire had a significant presence on the fourth moon of Yavin. Turning her small mission to 'reclaim' a relic, go horribly wrong.

As she ran, Maiev looked left; just managing to see a temple through the trees' thick canopy. Making a split decision, the witch made a sharp turn and hopped over some bushes.

Right into a steep slope. Chit!

The witch managed to grab a rock, stopping her immediate fall. But it was already slipping, and she could hear the soldiers approaching her location. With a quick glance down, Maiev made her decision and let go. Sliding down through dirt and mud, quickly approaching what looked to be a brick wall.

She cursed, calling on the Force to cushion her body. Maiev crashed through the wall, much more fragile than she was expecting. She braced herself as she disappeared into the confines of the temple, falling a few feet before hitting the ground with a loud crash.

<Maiev! Are you all right?>

The witch groaned in response, slowly rolling herself onto her back.

"I think I'm just going to lie here for a while."

[member="Julian Imani"]​

 

[Hira Mitsae]

What [member="Maiev"] had believed to be ground was in reality a very still shape of a man.

This would become more clear once the ground underneath her groaned.

"I.... prefer if ya dun keep layin' on mah head, cyattie." Something mumbled from under her. In that moment one Julian Imani truly wondered how he had managed to get here. One moment he had been studying the sigils of the wall. Scribbling down the shapes, studying them and arguing some with Shadowman. The other? There was a loud bang and something crashed into him. At first Jul had assumed it was a piece of concrete. Then he realized that concrete was presumably less... uh... soft in certain angles.

The fact that the piece of concrete was talking also gave her away tho.

"Nice to feel ya an' then meet ya in da order, miss.......?"

It was clear that this specific plot of ground was very sarcastic. But maybe that was just in the moment, maybe the ground would relax a bit. Once it could actually breathe. Once its Shadow wasn't petulantly giggling at his lack of fortune.

Not that anyone other than him could hear that infernal giggling.

Feth.

 

[Maiev]

She remained where she lay for a while longer, gradually catching her breath. All the running, then falling, it had seriously winded her.

Maiev shifted slightly, even then she didn't consciously realize she was somewhat elevated off the ground. But subconsciously...Kalax could.

<Uh...Maiev?>

The witch hummed quietly, about to answer when she suddenly heard a groan.

Part of her hoped that she was mishearing things, and definitely not hearing it from beneath her. Then the 'ground' suddenly spoke and Maiev practically leaped off [member="Julian Imani"] in a matter of seconds. Her back ached with pain from the sudden movement. She was like an adolescent pup, suddenly frightened yet on edge and ready to strike.

A hand instinctively reaching towards her dagger, but stopped short. Whomever had broken her fall wasn't necessarily hostile, although she imagined he'd have some reason to be after...that.

Her cheeks reddened a bit in response.

"Maiev, who are you?"

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Maiev"]

"Misssss Maiev.... ya da name be suiting ya good. I like."

The moment that weight of hers lifted from his body everything was easier. Breathing, thinking, talking too. He didn't immediately jump up or scurry to his feet. No rush so to speak. So, instead Julian just shifted a bit, propping up his chin by his hand.

Looking her up and down.

"Be Julian. Da pretty like ya can call me Juls tho, seeing as we already intimately.... acquainted." A smirk there. More often than not it was him who intruded upon that personal space. It was something of a habit of his. That freedom of touch and movement. It worked for him. Was fine, yah? While he was studying her though? Something made him squint a bit. He looked over her shoulder. There was nothing there. Was there? Buuuuuut Kalax would have the distinct impression he looked her right. in. the. eye.

Just for a moment.

Then his attention shifted back to Maiev.

"So, whatcha be doin' crashing through roofs an' all?"

 

[Maiev]

Maiev frowned slightly as the man spoke, the accent was familiar but she couldn't quite place it.

At first she thought of Dathomir, but wasn't entirely certain. His aura held similarities to someone from there, but Maiev had her doubts.

Did he have a connection to the spirits? Very likely, but it didn't help place the man's origins. But it did make her curious, quite curious indeed.

Julian's smirk was met with a raised eyebrow, arms crossed and with a 'is that so?' expression. Although Maiev's cheeks were still tinted red, she had a feeling her 'fall' wasn't going to go away anytime soon.

"Well..." The witch looked up at the hole she had made, light now slipping through to illuminate the ground. "I was attempting to reclaim a relic that had been stolen. And I didn't expect how prominent the Sith Empire's presence is." Cut to being caught nearly red handed, and being chased until she came crashing through a wall and onto Julian.

The spirits had a sense of humour.

Speaking of spirits, Kalax was keeping quiet. She had caught Julian's brief stare and it unnerved her. That just didn't happen, at least not during her time with Maiev. More often than not her presence was discovered through mentalism, and yet this man; 'Juls', didn't peer into host's mind. Instead he had looked over her shoulder, and for the smallest of moments looked straight at Kalax.

But she said nothing, opting to watch and study from a distance. Kalax felt danger from the stranger, and she didn't know why.

[member="Julian Imani"]​