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Kashyyyk was not a planet Ivy would travel to if given the choice.
It was hot, humid, and crafted upon layers of death. The locals weren't exactly known for their open, welcoming demeanor. One had to handle introductions with them using tact and care. Given the likelihood that you were unsuccessful at whatever goals you might've set, you were granted passage not up and away, but down.
Next came the carnivorous, sentient flowers. Petunias with PMS.
Survived that? Fething Terentateks.
And then there was the complete and utter darkness to which you are banished. A place where not even the locals dared go.
Why, then, was Ivy Lasranae going to this planet?
Because there was a man hiding there. And because the Republic felt terribly inclined to pay good money to whoever found him and brought him back. Alive and mostly whole.
Very good money.
Money didn't help Ivy's stomach settle any better, but it would certainly help put more food in it. The presence of her mostly sane sister @[member="Sephoria Lasranae"] did make her feel a bit more at ease. Really, just a bit.
The Egris sat low over the brown sands of a scant marshy beach somewhere along the east coast of a broad-spanning continent. They'd been given a name, a face, a short background, a reason, and a very vague location to start. So vague in the grand scheme of things. On a planet of deadly jungles with seven levels to search, one could not get much more vague than Approximately 10 miles inland of the south eastern continent, within the region of the Kkowir Forest.
"That's a good trick," Ivy muttered to herself while eying the ridgeline of dead and gray trees to the west.
"Seph, you ready?" the call back to the ship echoed strangely over the sound of dull, heavy waves lapping at the shore.
It was hot, humid, and crafted upon layers of death. The locals weren't exactly known for their open, welcoming demeanor. One had to handle introductions with them using tact and care. Given the likelihood that you were unsuccessful at whatever goals you might've set, you were granted passage not up and away, but down.
Next came the carnivorous, sentient flowers. Petunias with PMS.
Survived that? Fething Terentateks.
And then there was the complete and utter darkness to which you are banished. A place where not even the locals dared go.
Why, then, was Ivy Lasranae going to this planet?
Because there was a man hiding there. And because the Republic felt terribly inclined to pay good money to whoever found him and brought him back. Alive and mostly whole.
Very good money.
Money didn't help Ivy's stomach settle any better, but it would certainly help put more food in it. The presence of her mostly sane sister @[member="Sephoria Lasranae"] did make her feel a bit more at ease. Really, just a bit.
The Egris sat low over the brown sands of a scant marshy beach somewhere along the east coast of a broad-spanning continent. They'd been given a name, a face, a short background, a reason, and a very vague location to start. So vague in the grand scheme of things. On a planet of deadly jungles with seven levels to search, one could not get much more vague than Approximately 10 miles inland of the south eastern continent, within the region of the Kkowir Forest.
"That's a good trick," Ivy muttered to herself while eying the ridgeline of dead and gray trees to the west.
"Seph, you ready?" the call back to the ship echoed strangely over the sound of dull, heavy waves lapping at the shore.