Kintan
Northern Hemisphere
Near the Canyon of Despair
Northern Hemisphere
Near the Canyon of Despair
The hum of the slimlined Jedi starfighter's engine was all that accompanied Ala's thoughts for an hour or so until the assigned Astromech droid twee'd and twooo'd a brief expression of intimidation at the sensor readouts. The planet was desolate. And it did not seem to be entirely natural. Oh, Kintan was clearly not the most hospitable planet in the galaxy. That honour would have to be given to a world like Naboo, or Kashyyyk - at least back in her day. She hadn't visited them since her awakening. A cold shudder ran through her as she imagined those worlds suffering the same fate as Kintan.
"Don't worry R9. I know what I am doing. And yes, Caltin knows where I am," she said, assuring the herself as much as the droid. Also, Caltin didn't know where she was, so much as how to find her.
The life sign readings were sporadic at best. There was something alive on the planet, but they were unlikely to be anything more than a small rodent, or a roach like creature that had survived the scouring of the world. Swinging the small craft about, Ala traced the edge of the lava lake below with the banked starboard edge of her fighter. Glancing at the lore readout on her console, she mouthed the name of the site, Basin of Torturous Flame. "What a delightful holiday retreat this place must have been before the Bryn..."
She had heard so much about these creatures since returning from the her long sleep. Both Jedi and Sith spoke of them in trembling, wavering tones. Millenia old enemies had considered alliance, such was the desperation. Still, the Bryn marched on. Ala wanted, no she needed, to understand these beings. Her first step was to see what they wrought. Then she would take that knowledge, meditate, seek the wisdom of the living Force, and then attempt to make contact with a being of the Bryn'adul. In spite of her time spent training with the DSCRD back at the academy, she knew that it was not the best time for her to be having a meet and greet, not yet.
With her course having followed the Canyon of Despair up its current stream, Ala found a place to bring the vessel lower to the ground. She began to unstrap herself from her seat, and opened the cockpit. For just a few moments, she needed to touch the ground. Sense the surroundings, and the echoes of beings who had been there before her. More twee's and twooo's came from her droid companion.
"You know the drill R9. I will be ready to go in 3 minutes. No matter what. Meet me back here, but do not land. I will come to you," she said with determination eminating from each word, "wait for my signal if I need you sooner. And keep moving...stay to the clouds...these transparasteel sandstorms can whip up in a matter of moments."
When within twenty or so metres from the ground, Ala jumped, slowed her dissent through the Force and landed with a crunch on the brutally sharp sand of the region.
Glancing upwards, she saw her ship disappear into the clouds above. She then turned her eyes to the ground and stooped down to move some of the sand aside with the hilt of one of her sabers. Not far beneath the shards of transparasteel was the hardened ground of the canyons ridge. If there was ever a place to exemplify everything she had heard about the Bryn'adul...this was it.
Eyes closing, hair tossled in the increasing breeze, Ala reached out in the Force. Show me. Show me what they are.
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