The Sanctuary - Dathomir

[Long Gone]

Evening

Location: Training Grounds
Enemies: Training Droid Mark III


Her heart beat faster and faster as she pressed on against the training droid.

Each attack came at her swift and harder than the one previous, her lightsaber countered each move as she saw it through the Force. She anticipated the movements of the droid as he came down in an arc slash at her chest. She brought Kor-Vella up to lock the blade up against his own, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead as she suddenly shifted her weight from her right leg to her left leg and twisted.

The blade of the droid would fall down, missing her Force speed-induced form as she brought Tyrena down in a 45 degree angled slash that sent a shower of sparks flying in different directions. The sound of metal groaning under the sheer weight of her blow would drown out her senses and the sparks flying caused her to wince and in that moment of wincing, the droid would recover.

It moved its body around, to the right, sliding under her blade. The Mandalorian Iron dragging the plasma blade of Tyrena across the beskar’gam with an orange flare of burning metal. As the droid came back up, it swung full force, two hands on the hilt of the training saber. The blade impacted the exposed right shoulder of Aaralyn with a loud thud. The overwhelming shocking sensation caused Aaralyn to growl in pain as she quickly turned and brought her sabers down on the training blade, and despite the knowledge it was a beskar’gam plated droid, her right hand would come up, with Tyrena in hand and a gloved hand would smack the droid across the right eye-socket. The droid would shudder slightly from the unforeseen onslaught to its visual sensors before it attempted to break the single handed lock.

Aaralyn came around again with a closed hand that held her saber tightly, backhanding the droid once more in the visual sensory node. The droid again jarred, and Aaralyn grit her teeth. Another blow, another jar before she twisted free from the saber lock and spun on her heels. Before the droid could recover, she brought her boot up to the chest of the droid and sent it reeling a few feet away from her. Within a split second, the droid recovered quickly and came back at her with a fire and intensity that she expected and in turn she would lunge at the droid, swinging her sabers forward to meet the training saber of the droid.

As she brought her sabers around to connect with the saber of the training droid, something caught her attention, a memory as it were. It flooded her vision and caused her just enough time to break concentration from her lunge attack and as she faltered, the droid's programming recognized the weakness and continued the full force swing. The training saber made contact with the base of her neck with a harsh crack and enough Force to send her reeling. Her vision would blur and darkness would ensnare her, and the last thing she would see would be the droid shutting down and the ground approaching quickly.

 

[Long Gone]

Location: Aaralyn's Bedroom
Objective: Wake up?

Aaralyn groaned softly and slowly sat up in her bed, her hand coming to her forehead as she rubbed the side of her face. ~How did I get to bed?~ Ah yes, her father's clan was roaming around the grounds, no doubt one of them had picked her up and tended to her wounds and saw to it she was taken to her bedroom. Her eyes remained narrowed as she stared at the polished floor, her feet just barely touching the cold marble. ~I feel like a bull rancor ran me over...~ She thought to herself as she slowly crawled from bed, her white shirt fell down to cover her undergarment. Her exposed legs bore small bruises and cuts from training, goosebumps would hit her as she fully touched the floor with her bare feet causing her to shudder lightly. Her arms would come up to wrap about her upper half, covering her chest through the shirt, she'd rub her arms quickly in an attempt to warm up and get rid of the horrible goosebumps that plagued her as she moved. She would stumble as she walked across the polished floor, more so from the coldness of the floor as it touched her warm skin than actual pain.

~How long have I been out?~ She looked up at the chrono and saw that hours had passed and night was starting to fall. She could only assume she had been out for a few hours. Her hair felt disheveled and messy as she left her bedroom and headed towards the main living area, as she passed Alex's room she stopped and peeked inside the room.

She almost half expected the girl to pop out and scare the crap out of her, unfortunately, she was not there. Aaralyn had no clue when she would return or if she'd ever return. That decision was up to her father.

Ah yes, her father. Aaralyn rolled her eyes as she made her way back down the hallway, her hands would rise to her necklace as she thought of him. She would begin toying with the precious item as she rounded a corner. ~Where is he?~

 

[Satara Hawk]

"Ssshh, won't be long now," Satara told Nadie leaning towards her large head before straightening her spine again as the creature rode through the range. The cold was unpleasant, to say at least though hardly something Nadie couldn't handle. Still, the Witch couldn't help but worry for her for such a long journey. The track through the mountain was easiest even though she could have easily gone around it. Time was always valuable though and wasting days to go around the mountain was foolish.

Her plan had been to pass through the mountain but when Nadie growled, Satara focused her attention to what lay ahead and spotted the structure just out of her path. She knew what it was, even if she hadn't know until know exactly where she'd run into it. This was not her destination but in the lock travel, she understood exactly what Nadie wanted. Rest. A moment to catch her breath. To eat. Satara gently petted her companion. "Alright. We'll stop. Perhaps Elder Rekali is at home as well," the Witch merely had to say before Nadie shifted course, finding new strength in her legs. Satara had to hold on even tighter then so she wouldn't fall off. "Easy, girl!" What she knew about this place was limited though. One was that her a fellow Clan leader housed his clan here and second, from what her scouts had told her, that it was dangerous. That of course could mean many things but usually, what it meant was foreign. And from the look of it, it seemed that way.

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

 

[Long Gone]

Aaralyn shifted slightly as she felt something tug at her within the bowels of the Force, there was a presence approaching the outskirts of the base. This particular presence was one she had never felt before and there were mixed emotions surrounding them. Most likely, a Dathomir Witch, one who belonged to the Singing Mountain Clan and was curious and confused about the massive technological monstrosity that was planted at the northern regions of the mountain range.

Aaralyn huffed slightly and moved to get herself dressed, it would be nothing fancy and require no weapons. The Singing Mountain Clan were good people, or atleast that is what she was always told. Her mother was one before she was pulled away to study under the Jedi Order so very long ago. Her father had deep ties within Dathomir and it's clans and she...didn't really have much beyond blood. Perhaps the pendant which just so happened to be named after the clan she sought to be neighbors next to, but beyond that, there was no direct link between her and them.

A beep of her comlink confirmed her senses as a sentry on the outskirts notified her of an approaching woman and a companion, a rather large companion. "Let her in..." She yelled across the room as she continued to get dressed. She quickly tossed on a black coat before exiting her room.

She ensured to leave her Lightsabers, knowing full well that she would not need them.

[member="Satara Hawk"]

 

[Satara Hawk]

Nadie kept riding through the snow, her energy rejuvenated by the prospect of rest while the Witch kept her eyes on the structure ahead of them. It was... foreign, modern. It wasn't that she hadn't come in contact with technology but one just in the middle of their mountain was an odd thing to see, even if she had heard about it being here many times over.

The house came in close and Satara got in a better look of the whole thing, the additional structures she couldn't identify but hadn't quite noticed before. One thing she did identify, the old generator. She had seen it before in her missions. But that only told her that the structure had power. That was the level of her knowledge though so Satara stopped trying to rack her brain with technology and instead let Nadie lead her towards the entrance. But it wasn't long before she took a long stop, coming to a full halt some twenty feet away from what seemed the entrance.

The rancor growled then, announcing its presence to the massive unknown ahead of it. Nadie wasn't stupid, she knew it wasn't living but it was still much bigger than she was and thus, the animal in her needed to show she wasn't afraid before lowering herself and letting Satara off. "It's okay, girl. You can rest here," she quietly told her companion and left her there, very slowly moving towards the entrance.

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

 

[Long Gone]

Aaralyn showed no sense of urgency as she made her way to the entrance of the compound, her arms crossing over her chest as she came before [member="Satara Hawk"]. As she came upon the woman, her left hand would come out of the crossed position and gesture to the woman, attempting to stop her advance in a polite manner. "I think right there is good enough for me, don't you?" She nodded softly and reseated her hand within the warmth of her flesh and the cloth that adorned her body.

It was a curious thing for a Witch to be up this far in the mountain range, well this far north anyways. Aaralyn look an exaggerated glance over the woman's shoulder at the Rancor and then back to the woman. She was pretty much alone, save for the pet...erm mount? Or friend? She forgot what they were considered to be honest, though she was trying to learn the roots of her own heritage.

 

[Satara Hawk]

Mismatched eyes discovered the figure at the entrance and on instant, Satara smiled. Though the voice in her head made her stop in her tracks. 'As you wish,' she merely returned.

Adjusting her winter coat ever so slightly, Satara watched the female for a couple of seconds as she realized she didn't actually know who it was. Then again, she had only seen one member of the clan to date so it was hardly a surprise. 'Apologies. We are merely traveling through the mountains to cut our journey to the other side. It's been a long journey, my Rancor thought a short break was in order. And it seemed rude to merely pass by a neighboring clan. I am Satara Hawk, Ma'tra of the Singing Mountain Clan.' Even though the clans knew of each others existence, her unfamiliarity with the Witch, a female she assumed was a Witch, opted her to identify her properly.

In the distance, Nadie softly growled her own greeting. While Satara identified it, smiling a little wider ever so slightly, she wasn't sure if a Witch living in such an advanced stronghold would identify the difference. 'And that is Nadie. She means no harm, simply a hello.' A Witch and her rancor always had understanding even if the spell wasn't use to translate.

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Her hair felt disheveled and messy as she left her bedroom and headed towards the main living area, as she passed Alex's room she stopped and peeked inside the room. She almost half expected the girl to pop out and scare the crap out of her, unfortunately, she was not there. Aaralyn had no clue when she would return or if she'd ever return. That decision was up to her father.

The Role Model touched down at the edge of the Shardrock Clan encampment. Nearly corvette-sized, the mining ship was a lot of vessel for someone her age; Alec knew that, intellectually, knew that one girl would have her work cut out for her running a Jo'henry-class solo. She had droids, mainly from Hegemonic Automaton (shoutout to [member="Darth Janus"]), and they helped, but it was still a massive relief to turn off the ship and head down into the village where she'd spent months out of the last couple of years.

Her grandfather was away privateering on the Coronet, but her aunt -- [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] -- should be here. And there she was, looking the worse for wear and talking to a woman with the ageless face of a witchmother. "Aunt Aaralyn!" Alec called, trotting up behind her.

[member="Satara Hawk"]

 

[Long Gone]

Aaralyn turned to look upon [member="Alec Rekali"] with a bit of relief in her facial expression, for the moment, she forgot about the troubles of the Galaxy and the chaos that consumed it. As the younger Rekali approached, Aaralyn opened her arms and embraced her into a warm, tight hug. "Thank the Force, I was worried about you..." She said with a bit of a relieved sigh. "I hadn't heard anything from you in what seemed like forever!" She exclaimed as she took a step back to look the girl over. "Let's take a look at you...." She said with a grin. The younger girl had alot of her grandfather in her, damn if that man had some strong genetics.

Aaralyn chuckled softly and ruffled the young girl's hair before turning back to face [member="Satara Hawk"]. She made a gesture towards the Ma'tra herself. "Singing Mountain Clan, did you say?" Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she motioned towards Nadie. "You're more than welcome, both of you, to rest here." She gestured towards the entrance of the compound. "Ma'tra, if you'd like to join us inside for a refreshment of some kind...we'd be more than happy to have you?" She knew some lore about the Singing Mountain Clan, but not enough. They weren't dangerous, atleast not on the level of their counterparts. They were naturalists, for the most part. Her mother was a Witch, of the same clan this woman claimed to be the Clan Mother of. Although, that was a long time ago and the history between her mother's family and the clan seemed to be all but lost.

Maybe this woman could provide some insight...?