RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Vassara had travelled the void far and wide. Taking stations from pirates, studying obscure variations of the Jedi Code. She;d stood toe to toe with pirate hordes and visions in caves and come out alive to tell the tale. But for the life of her she knew nothing of the Witches of Dathomir or their arts.
So she set out on a journey away from the fleet in an effort to change that. Her inquiries had met some suspicion but she had discerned a powerful Witch lived among the Primevil, on a planet called Bastion. And to Bastion she went.
She was in the central streets, making her way to the largest building on the block. What she assumed to be the Temple of their Deities. Hopefully her quarry would be there. A blazing thirst for knowledge of the force in all its aspects fired her soul.
Her steps were light and she was clad in her black jacket and trousers with red trim. Silas was not with her this time either. On her back a shotgun in leather sheath. On her sides a Saber given by Karen Roberts, and tow peculiar pistols.
As she reached the steps of the towering building she lifted her gaze to the sky, black hair flowing in the late evenings winds. She reached out with the force, allowing the current to sweep her away, whispering it's findings in her soul...
Location: Bastion
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Vassara had travelled the void far and wide. Taking stations from pirates, studying obscure variations of the Jedi Code. She;d stood toe to toe with pirate hordes and visions in caves and come out alive to tell the tale. But for the life of her she knew nothing of the Witches of Dathomir or their arts.
So she set out on a journey away from the fleet in an effort to change that. Her inquiries had met some suspicion but she had discerned a powerful Witch lived among the Primevil, on a planet called Bastion. And to Bastion she went.
She was in the central streets, making her way to the largest building on the block. What she assumed to be the Temple of their Deities. Hopefully her quarry would be there. A blazing thirst for knowledge of the force in all its aspects fired her soul.
Her steps were light and she was clad in her black jacket and trousers with red trim. Silas was not with her this time either. On her back a shotgun in leather sheath. On her sides a Saber given by Karen Roberts, and tow peculiar pistols.
As she reached the steps of the towering building she lifted her gaze to the sky, black hair flowing in the late evenings winds. She reached out with the force, allowing the current to sweep her away, whispering it's findings in her soul...