Anija Betna
Retired Character
@[member="Ember Rekali"]
Dathomir - Shardrock Clan Territory
Anija had traveled to many places over the years she'd been living and training with Ordo.... but she couldn't recall having ever visited Dathomir. She wandered slowly down the ramp of the small ship which Ordo had given her to use. It was small and fast, which suited her purposes just fine.
She still wore her clan skin armor, but she'd customized it, painting it a deep purple and accenting it with gold and black detailing. The deep purple now more many scratches and carbon scoring marks. Sure, it wasn't much for stealth, but it fit her- both in style and use. Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she looked around the spaceport. Like many things on Dathomir, it wasn't huge.
She'd read a bit of Dathomir's history. The planet had spent a great deal of time under Imperial control, but the Clans had still maintained their way of life. It was something she'd found interesting. Like the Mandalorians, they maintained a clan structure. But that was pretty much where the similarities ended. Though, she had a deep respect for their way of life, and she wanted to respect it.
Anija frowned slightly as she looked around the landing bay again before she made her way out to the spaceport proper. Here, she found a few more people. Locals who worked the spaceport, and several others who looked to be smugglers or traders. She felt no danger from them, however. it took her a few moments to get her bearings, and then she slowly made her way outside. There were many vendors outside, selling local trinkets and art. She passed them by for the moment, instead stopping only to rent a speeder and ask for directions.
Talking with the speeder merchant proved useful. he seemed surprised when she mentioned she was looking for Ember Rekali. She knew little of him personally, except what Ordo had told her of his own training in the Force. She had a degree of ability, but it was largely untrained. She'd tried a few times to train with Isley Verd, but had found him to be quite busy.
So, she'd decided to try searching out Ember instead. She wasn't sure what to expect from the man, but it couldn't be all that much worse than what she'd been through with her training with Ordo. He'd been hard but fair. Mostly, all she wanted was to do was learn how to use her ability. She wasn't sure how much ability she had, but she wanted to be able to use it. instead of accidentally doing something that landed her in trouble.
And so, here she was... on a planet she knew nothing about. guided solely by Ordo's recommendation and the directions of the speeder vendor. She sighed, and reached up to scratch under the edge of her flightsuit collar for a moment as she slowed the speeder to a stop in the village. He couldn't be far now. She frowned again, trying to reach out and sense him... but it was next to impossible. She didn't have the training to narrow down his location like that.
But... she did feel a bit of a disturbance off to the east. It felt like... someone was fighting. She could feel the surge in the Force, and she headed towards that. Her hand dropped to her rippers on reflex, and she slowed as she neared where she felt the person to be. She crouched at the edge of the clearing... and stared. It appeared that whoever it was... they were ...wrestling a rancor. She'd heard about how the native Witches used the creatures as mounts, but she'd never seen one up close before.
Watching for a few moments, she was able to get a good look at his face after a minute or two. Ordo had described him in detail, and she nodded to herself as she continued to watch, part of her wanting to jump in and help - but she wasn't sure if she should.
Dathomir - Shardrock Clan Territory
Anija had traveled to many places over the years she'd been living and training with Ordo.... but she couldn't recall having ever visited Dathomir. She wandered slowly down the ramp of the small ship which Ordo had given her to use. It was small and fast, which suited her purposes just fine.
She still wore her clan skin armor, but she'd customized it, painting it a deep purple and accenting it with gold and black detailing. The deep purple now more many scratches and carbon scoring marks. Sure, it wasn't much for stealth, but it fit her- both in style and use. Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she looked around the spaceport. Like many things on Dathomir, it wasn't huge.
She'd read a bit of Dathomir's history. The planet had spent a great deal of time under Imperial control, but the Clans had still maintained their way of life. It was something she'd found interesting. Like the Mandalorians, they maintained a clan structure. But that was pretty much where the similarities ended. Though, she had a deep respect for their way of life, and she wanted to respect it.
Anija frowned slightly as she looked around the landing bay again before she made her way out to the spaceport proper. Here, she found a few more people. Locals who worked the spaceport, and several others who looked to be smugglers or traders. She felt no danger from them, however. it took her a few moments to get her bearings, and then she slowly made her way outside. There were many vendors outside, selling local trinkets and art. She passed them by for the moment, instead stopping only to rent a speeder and ask for directions.
Talking with the speeder merchant proved useful. he seemed surprised when she mentioned she was looking for Ember Rekali. She knew little of him personally, except what Ordo had told her of his own training in the Force. She had a degree of ability, but it was largely untrained. She'd tried a few times to train with Isley Verd, but had found him to be quite busy.
So, she'd decided to try searching out Ember instead. She wasn't sure what to expect from the man, but it couldn't be all that much worse than what she'd been through with her training with Ordo. He'd been hard but fair. Mostly, all she wanted was to do was learn how to use her ability. She wasn't sure how much ability she had, but she wanted to be able to use it. instead of accidentally doing something that landed her in trouble.
And so, here she was... on a planet she knew nothing about. guided solely by Ordo's recommendation and the directions of the speeder vendor. She sighed, and reached up to scratch under the edge of her flightsuit collar for a moment as she slowed the speeder to a stop in the village. He couldn't be far now. She frowned again, trying to reach out and sense him... but it was next to impossible. She didn't have the training to narrow down his location like that.
But... she did feel a bit of a disturbance off to the east. It felt like... someone was fighting. She could feel the surge in the Force, and she headed towards that. Her hand dropped to her rippers on reflex, and she slowed as she neared where she felt the person to be. She crouched at the edge of the clearing... and stared. It appeared that whoever it was... they were ...wrestling a rancor. She'd heard about how the native Witches used the creatures as mounts, but she'd never seen one up close before.
Watching for a few moments, she was able to get a good look at his face after a minute or two. Ordo had described him in detail, and she nodded to herself as she continued to watch, part of her wanting to jump in and help - but she wasn't sure if she should.