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| Location | Taanab, Inner Rim
Soft churned earth broke beneath Itzhal's boots, stained brown around the trim. In the distance, ravens cawed and shrieked above scampering prey, hidden from sight by towering trees, with many branches stretched out like a curtain of evergreen.
Behind him, the sleek form of an IR-3F-Class Light Frigate stretched out, a lioness perched upon the hard-packed stone of the clearing. Regality in waiting, serene in a way that Itzhal knew he'd never quite managed. His buy'ce turned slowly, scanning across the shrouded horizon, then lifted towards the clear sky above.
Dimmed by the protective glare of his visor, the sun above gleamed with radiant warmth that carried on the soft breeze of the twirling wind. Nature pressed close, tantalising after hours stuck in the confines of his ship. Itzhal's chest rose with a deep breath, fresh air filtered into his helmet, with the scent of pine and mulched dirt.
Minutes passed without a deeper thought; his eyes closed, and yet more aware than he'd felt in days.
Beep.
Beep.
His eyes opened, disturbed by the sound coming from his wrist. The chrono attached to his gauntlet, a small screen framed in vivid crimson, vibrated with each soft beep. It was almost time. He clicked the screen with his forefinger, silencing the device as it stilled once more, the numbers continuing to tick with every second that passed.
Blue light trickled into the confines of his HuD, framing the details of his purpose here and the last message he'd sent.
| Subject | Disturbances on Taanab, assistance requested.
Runi Kuryida, Warmaster of the Iron Wolves
I am Itzhal Volkihar, Journeyman Protector of the Mandalorian Protectorate, currently investigating a matter involving the disappearance of a fellow member of the Protectorate and multiple civilians. After interviews with individuals who have claimed to have escaped from unusual circumstances on the planet of Taanab, it is my belief that the situation involves indicators consistent with Force-related interference that I admit is outside my expertise. Official avenues for assistance are now being explored.
I'm looking to be put in contact with a specialist who understands the need for discretion. At the moment, I am working under the assumption that the missing civilians and my fellow protectorate member are still alive, and with adequate care and preparation can still be recovered, but under the circumstances, hostile action is assumed.
— Itzhal Volkihar
Mandalorian Protectorate
Runi Kuryida, Warmaster of the Iron Wolves
I am Itzhal Volkihar, Journeyman Protector of the Mandalorian Protectorate, currently investigating a matter involving the disappearance of a fellow member of the Protectorate and multiple civilians. After interviews with individuals who have claimed to have escaped from unusual circumstances on the planet of Taanab, it is my belief that the situation involves indicators consistent with Force-related interference that I admit is outside my expertise. Official avenues for assistance are now being explored.
I'm looking to be put in contact with a specialist who understands the need for discretion. At the moment, I am working under the assumption that the missing civilians and my fellow protectorate member are still alive, and with adequate care and preparation can still be recovered, but under the circumstances, hostile action is assumed.
— Itzhal Volkihar
Mandalorian Protectorate
Another deliberate flick of his eyes from left to right, switched to the reply, a sequence of coordinates and a time that was rapidly approaching for all that he'd arrived in advance. Better to be prepared.
He tilted his head back towards the forest, where the disappearances had first occurred, worryingly close to the coordinates that should have been chosen by random. He'd never sent that part over the holonet.
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Runi Kuryida
Runi Kuryida