The Eye of Graeae

[Amelia von Sorenn]

The daughters of Allya were known to many in the galaxy, and it was their practices and teachings that made them dangerous. In the time of the Galactic Empire their world was held in check, a mighty imperial fleet sent to ensure that not a single witch was permitted to leave the world. While it had been Emperor Palpatine that commanded so to ensure that they were not a threat to his own powers, the woman was still impressed. She could look upon Palpatine's work and admire it, even respect the man more than she did had he not been a Sith Lord and harnessed the Force.

That threat however remained, and it was one that could not be taken lightly. Even now they seemed to thrive, permitted to do as they pleased by those warriors that could just as easily destroy any of the Force Users. For her she viewed the Mandalorians as a culture that was losing its way, turning to credits more and more rather than looking upon their past and the honor those warriors of old had. With a heavy sigh she slowly shifted the datapad from in front of her, permitting it to slip to the side of the desk as she leaned back in her seat.

The small vessel had torn its way through the galaxy, and upon the black void of space a simple flash marked its appearance in the Cathar System. History upon history, and much of it in this region of space seemed to have been shaped by the Mandalorians. She was amazed though that even after they had driven the Cathar species to near extinction, that entire species still managed to come back from the brink, resettling the world once the Mandalorians had been chained by the Republic. As much as she enjoyed history though she had come for something else, her eyes falling upon the world below as she slowly turned in the seat she had occupied.

"Ma'am."

A voice broke the silence for only a moment, the being waiting for her reply in turn. For that moment though it seemed an eternity as she remained quiet before pushing herself from the seat. Looking out the view screen and down to the world below she nodded quietly before slowly turning to face the crew member.

"Give the order to land."

Stepping forward she slipped pass the desk littered with datapads and other information, her movement only stopping for a moment as she stood next to the crew member. Bringing a hand up, she allowed it to fall upon their shoulder before nodding silently once more then slipping from the room. Already she could feel the vessel shaking as it cut through the atmosphere, and a smirk began to form upon her lips.

 

[Lina Djo]

A neighbouring planet to Dathomir, Cathar was an ideal location for the witchmasters to expand to. It required,some careful treading. The Cathar themselves had a long memory and they had not forgotten the mandalorians that had nearly wiped them out. The witches close link with such a force made them wary. It would have been nice to say Mia had some part in this, but she did not.

She and [member="Isley Verd"] were simply one small team granted permission to scout the land, see what could be found and what the witches could make of this world. Their speeders idled at the edge of a vast savannah, the land was flat for as far as the eye could see with the occasional tree sprouting up from the sea of yellow grass.

Miamkicked her speeder into silence and folded her arms. "I don't like it." She mused "it's too exposed."

[member="Amelia Sorenn"]

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

Things were moving. The cogs were turning. Amidst the visions of the Shaman of Singing Mountain clan, that meant change. It was out there. A stirring. From the flames and the smoke brought forth a singular image.

It was a man.

Heavy brows. Deep set eyes. He brought with him the heavens and they crashed amidst the stars.

[member="Captain Larraq"].

It was a sign. One that would bring a scouting party to search for the one that Kytarra had gleaned from within the depths of those milky white eyes.

Yes. A storm was brewing.




[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Amelia Sorenn"]

 

[Asemir]

The terrain was too flat to offer much in the way of cover. It was just grassland. Nothing else. Asemir Lor'kora sighed and wondered for the umpteenth time why they hadn't just sent some drones to do the scouting. Or maybe a fast aerial vehicle. Troops mounted on speeders? Meh. He shrugged. Such was the way of life, the way of those who were used to being sent on missions without the ideal assignment of support or equipment. It was the way of the soldier.

"Agreed," the Forgotten replied to Mia's observation. "We can move fast, or move incredibly slowly. Night's also an option, but we'll be walking neon billboards under infrared scanners." He thought for a moment, then added with a grin. "Or move like bad asses, like we own the fething planet and kark all who oppose us. I like that idea."

[member="Kytarra Hawk"]
[member="Mia Monroe"]
[member="Amelia Sorenn"]

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

"Ma'am. We are currently passing over the Vast Veldt."

The simple report came the moment her boot pressed against the deck of the bridge, the woman stepping towards the view screen and standing silently still. Her eyes piercing the savannahs that stretched across the world. Cathar was unlike many worlds, and the species themselves were unlike any thing else she had come across during her years. She once had the pleasure of working with a group of Cathar when she was still a mercenary, it was that group that impressed upon her memory the fighting prowess and the warriors that the Cathar were.

Those memories flooding back into her mind brought out more thoughts. Perhaps that was the reason for the Mandalorians' attempted Genocide of the species, they found a species that frightened them. What few bits of information that remained from the ages of the past was more than enough to draw her to this world. Specifically there was one thing she wanted to see, a simple memorial that was raised in honor of one of the Cathar's own.

Remaining silent as she kept her eyes forward, she felt the vessel cut through the atmosphere, the ship slowly leveling off and the shuddering no longer noticeable. Crossing her arms behind her back, she clasped her hands together and nodded quietly. The officer on the bridge seemed to understand as the small corvette pulled away from the Vast Veldt and towards a region with numerous City-Trees.

"Land as close as we can without causing damage to any structure, natural or otherwise."

"Yes Ma'am."

"We are here to make friends. This world is a perfect place to establish an enclave to keep an eye upon the Dathomirian Witches."

Pivoting upon her foot and turning from the view screen the woman moved from the bridge of the vessel. She wanted to be one of the first upon the world and make it clear as to why the Order had come. they were there to build bridges, not destroy them as the Mandalorians had done so in the past. Quietly contemplating her plan, her brisk walk towards the boarding ramp was soon joined by a small squad of Knights, each marking in line and having formed a square around their commander.

[member="Asemir Lor'kora"]
[member="Kytarra Hawk"]
[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Lina Djo]

There was a sonic boom overhead as a ship cut into the atmosphere. Mia lifted her gaze, watching it travel above them. Cathar imported a lot of things, so it wasn't unusual to see ships in its skies. However it was on the wrong trajectory to be landing at any of the nearby space ports.

"We could transform the land easy enough. The soils fertile enough and with a enough application in the force we would have cover that would survive." She was still watching the ship. "Anyone recognise that ship?"

[member="Amelia Sorenn"][member="Asemir Lor'kora"][member="Kytarra Hawk"]

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

[member="Asemir Lor'kora"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Amelia Sorenn"]

"He cast dha wrath o'dha sky."

The rattle of her staff would quiver over the open hearth. Smoke and fire would cast deep shadows over her shrunken features. Those high cheekbones stark against the caked blue paint that smeared the right half of her face. The thick mass of her pure white dreadlocks would kiss her weathered skin, flanking her face and making it appear narrower than normal.

Seemingly filmsithin skin would peer into the fire of the hearth. Her left hand went dipping into a satchel. Grabbing another handful, she tossed the herbal mix and chants coated her tongue thick with power.

A flare of vibrant green flames shot up, eliciting a raw primal energy that would thrum throughout the very air. A slow rising green smoke would tendril like a snake.

With blackened stained teeth, Kytarra gave a slow smile.