First Reply The Stars Above Tython

[Isobel Serraris]

THE STARS ABOVE TYTHON​

LOCATION — Tython, Forests
TAGS — OPEN
PARAPHERNALIA — Armour of the Lost and Vesper et Aurora.

The claws of the Sith bore gaping wounds into the surface of a once peaceful planet--of the place that had shaped the Jedi of old and new alike. The region that should emanate peace and purity, but lay suppressed and ruined by iron fists. It was a tragedy, a lost cause mayhaps, and yet it sparked a curiosity within the lonesome Jedi--a desire to know whether it was truly as doomed as the tales proclaim it to be.

The echoes of olden practices and scriptures must lay buried beneath its surface, in old ruins, in secret alcoves. . . The planet could grant her the wisdom she may need to further her journey into becoming a full-fledged Jedi, or to stray her from that fairytale-like delusion. The fates were undecided, and therefore the pursuit remained a long and tumultuous search.

Between tall trees of Tython, an armoured figure walked, the chiming of her chainmail a constant among the few sounds of the fauna. Her spacecraft was not far from her current coordinates, within reach should any opposition choose to show themselves. . . Although, none had appeared when she slipped into the planet's atmosphere, making her believe her odds may turn out to be in her favour. Or was it an elaborate trap she had unknowingly sprung already?

Still, Isobel wandered, and wandered, seeking for anything beyond tree stumps and trees themselves. Ashla aided her little on her conquest, as her melodies were more akin to a cacophony--the Force was chaotic on this planet, no doubt a byproduct of the constant turmoil between Sith and Jedi on its surface. It begged the question whether Tython would ever belong to the Jedi again. . . Or whether it was destined to belong to the hands of Sith and Imperials alike.

Her thoughts were halted by a sudden snap of a branch not far from her, and her hand crept toward her shoto-lightsaber, unlocking it from her belt; it was safer to feign being a Sith than to be doomed with combat. . .

Spoiler: OOC

I am down for most interactions, so long as they make sense! I reckon it'd make the most sense for a Sith to encounter her, but you can be creative! p.s. combat is not my forte, but I am willing to give it a shot

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[Kaiah Nihl]

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The breeze gently sighed through the branches of the trees, the moss felt soft beneath her feet. Life bloomed wildly and vividly, yet only a few metres away were skeletal burnt remains curled up in a small crater. This dichotomy would continue as she walked - life, death, life, death. But what she could see was nothing compared to what she could feel. Through the force, Tython felt like it balanced on a knife's edge. She could sense ancient roots and fresh blood. It both exhilarated her and made her sick to the stomach.

It had been a long time since she'd donned robes this dark. Since she'd dared to step foot within Sith territory. Circumstance, or perhaps irony, had dictated that Tython was now easier for her to access than when it was under Jedi control. This was all thanks to a stolen Sith ship, forged documents and her disguise as a Sith acolyte. It had been a long journey to Tython, literally and metaphorically.

She'd been here a few days already, getting the lay of the land. Even with her disguise, she'd kept her presence to a minimum, powering down the systems of the ship and carrying only what she needed. She was relying on an old paper map and her navigational skills to guide her to her destination. Unfortunately the former was worn and faded, and the latter was nearly non-existent. She'd spent too long wandering, lost, until she finally found a landmark and started heading in the correct direction. She figured she wasn't too far off now.

Her thoughts were as scattered as the light through trees, her emotions ebbed and surged unexpectedly. 'I have searched for so long, surely I-' The thought was interrupted by a loud SNAP, as a dry branch broke beneath her foot. The sound startled her more than it should have, and she let out a small chuckle. And yet, something twinged at the edge of her perception - more of a feeling than an observation.

A feeling that she was not alone.

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