THE DRAMA
Location: Phaseera, Jungle
Equipment: Skinsuit, Wayward Samaritan Gear
Accessories: Bracelet, Echo Stone
Weapons: Lossa's Lightsaber, Turmoil Only, Concealed Blaster, Nasty-Stabby
Tools: Fusioncutter, Glitter Bombs
Ship: Skiptown
Tags: Odium Ira
The first holocron Sanna had left her was little more than her final parting words to a life she had shed. Escaping from a past that threatened to undo the work she did for the galaxy with a tiny hint to her previous hiding place that she had stewed over with Makko Vyres .
Eventually figuring out that the place she cryptically alluded to was Phaseera.
A strange stopping point given how close it was to Hapes. But she also hadn't lived the experience of being hunted down as her grandmother haf, and she sincerely hoped to never understand. The Skiptown was on the far side of the little settlement that had been her starting point. Silently sending a homing signal across the stars to inform the New Way of her location. Watching it settle and remain on the planet for more than a day, they contacted an outside hunter to help in their task.
Paying a premium for their speedy arrival to catch the lone jedi by surprise.
Preparing a small team with heavy weapons in case their contracted help didn't give over their prize and loading themselves in a vessel to hasten their own arrival. Odium Ira arriving ahead of them and beginning the hunt.
Her only sense of time passing was the shift from day to night as she traversed the jungle, trying to match up the description of a rocky outcrop that led into a small cave system.
Sanna had made herself scarce on the planet and no one had remembered her presence that wasn't deemed senile or similar in the small settlement. A load of help, but this had been her final task before Jakku became the prominent thing in her life. Her thoughts straying away from the small bag that she'd tied like a Sling across her back. Full of little mementos from the caves that she hoped would make it back to the ship intact. Her bracer computer finally catching enough signal to connect with her ship as she began to record her success.
<Phaseera was a good guess. Found Sanna's holocron in a little cave she stayed in while she was in hiding. Lugging some things back with me before I head back to Susevfi to make heads of tails of it.> The helmet mic making the message clear even with her labored breath, clearing away vines and undergrowth along the jungle floor as she made for the outer edge to orient herself.
<All in all a quiet little trip. Almost to the forest edge now. I'll message you again when I get home.> The recording stored aboard the Skiptown, on board systems beginning to encrypt the recording to send as a burst transmission to Briana Sal-Soren . Meanwhile, Lossa stopped to take a short break and look around. The light was failing, and the critters wouldn't stay away if she kept dilly dallying. Her helmet slid back enough to let her drink, pausing to listen without the stuffy helmet covering her face.
"Wouldn't be so bad. If I'd brought that stupid bike." A final huff as she took another swill from the canteen.
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