Acier Moonbound
Forcebound Rebel

Location: Teth
Ace didn't miss the way her bracelets chimed when she shrugged, or the bright ease in her tone as she said it was easier when the "rot" didn't cling. For her, it was that simple, lighten the weight, ease the sickness, make it bearable. He envied that. For him, rot was just something you learned to live with. You carried it until it stopped bothering you, or until it ate you from the inside out. Either way, you didn't fight it with kindness.
But Zaiya did. And the way she said it... so matter-of-fact, like helping people wasn't noble or brave, just obvious, stuck with him more than he wanted to admit.
Ace glanced sideways at her, catching the way her skin shifted with those thoughtful colors.
"Nothing wrong with it." He said. "It's just not what I'm used to. Everyone, even Jedi I've met, don't want to fight but they won't hesitate to start it if they think it's coming anyway. You… you're different." His tone wasn't critical, more curious than anything, like he was still working her out.
The air grew heavier the closer they got, pressing at the back of his skull like a migraine. If not for the Padawan's glow steadying the edges, he figured it would have already buckled him.
Zaiya proposed either using her sensor droids to map out the area, or investigate themselves. For a moment, he folded his arms, features etching into contemplation. Finally, after a moment, Ace looked at her sideways.
"We kill two birds? You stick around, use your droids. I can scope inside." He began setting off, spinning around to face her while keeping pace "I know, I know, splitting up, bad. But we have our comms and can cover more ground faster."
He kept backstepping, letting his words hang for a moment, Ace quickly realized she'd probably want to stick together. Problem was that he didn't want to put her at anymore risk, but he couldn't be static waiting for the droids to come back with something.
Then he shrugging, nonchalantly "Or, you can come with."
Either way, Ace continued on. Through the Force, the Ziggurat didn't sit like stone. It thrummed. A pulse beneath the ground, slow and patient, radiating out like ripples across water. The corruption he'd felt on the beast wasn't just clinging... it was seeping, threads feeding back toward the structure as if it were the heart pumping poison into the whole jungle.
Ace slowed, boots crunching against damp stone, eyes narrowing at the cracked steps vanishing into shadow. Tic clicked uneasily, claws tapping at his pauldron, but Ace barely heard, exhaling sharply through his nose.
The mist swirled, curling down toward the steps like a beckoning hand.
Zaiya Ceti
But Zaiya did. And the way she said it... so matter-of-fact, like helping people wasn't noble or brave, just obvious, stuck with him more than he wanted to admit.
Ace glanced sideways at her, catching the way her skin shifted with those thoughtful colors.
"Nothing wrong with it." He said. "It's just not what I'm used to. Everyone, even Jedi I've met, don't want to fight but they won't hesitate to start it if they think it's coming anyway. You… you're different." His tone wasn't critical, more curious than anything, like he was still working her out.
The air grew heavier the closer they got, pressing at the back of his skull like a migraine. If not for the Padawan's glow steadying the edges, he figured it would have already buckled him.
Zaiya proposed either using her sensor droids to map out the area, or investigate themselves. For a moment, he folded his arms, features etching into contemplation. Finally, after a moment, Ace looked at her sideways.
"We kill two birds? You stick around, use your droids. I can scope inside." He began setting off, spinning around to face her while keeping pace "I know, I know, splitting up, bad. But we have our comms and can cover more ground faster."
He kept backstepping, letting his words hang for a moment, Ace quickly realized she'd probably want to stick together. Problem was that he didn't want to put her at anymore risk, but he couldn't be static waiting for the droids to come back with something.
Then he shrugging, nonchalantly "Or, you can come with."
Either way, Ace continued on. Through the Force, the Ziggurat didn't sit like stone. It thrummed. A pulse beneath the ground, slow and patient, radiating out like ripples across water. The corruption he'd felt on the beast wasn't just clinging... it was seeping, threads feeding back toward the structure as if it were the heart pumping poison into the whole jungle.
Ace slowed, boots crunching against damp stone, eyes narrowing at the cracked steps vanishing into shadow. Tic clicked uneasily, claws tapping at his pauldron, but Ace barely heard, exhaling sharply through his nose.
The mist swirled, curling down toward the steps like a beckoning hand.
