Felucia's Open Orbit

An unmarked freighter emerged from the swirling, surreal vortex that was hyperspace. The golden-skinned humanoid at its helm stared at the verdant world before her, the fourth world in orbit around the star Felix. A pair of nictitating membranes slid across her eyes as she completed her visual analysis, once more turning her attention to the controls before her. This world was strong with the Force, the energy field permeating its native wildlife in a much deeper entanglement than would have been expected for such an ecosystem. Light and dark had long been in a battle for supremacy on its surface.. not in the people, but in the environment itself.

She could sense the strength of the planet, the waves of power coming from it. There was a Jedi Temple here, one she wished to avoid. She had no quarrel with the Jedi here, nor did she have any desire to engage in a .. difference of opinion. But there were nexuses here, and her recent teachings had left her with a thirst for power.

Her path was her own, but when the Force had shown her that she could improve herself here.. She was not going to turn away from its advice. Her hand steadily guided her craft down towards the planet below..

As a heavily-modded YV-100 freighter powered its way into Felucian orbit, two of the passengers made their way down the main loop.  The larger of the two, a hulking droid hunched in the hallway, paused at each door in the narrow passageway, reading the identifying plate of each before stopping at one halfway through. 

"I believe these are the passenger bunks," she said, gesturing at the plate. "The...only passenger bunks."

The other passenger, a compact young woman wearing an eyepatch, made a face. "And that just means more reason to break this ice fast." She sighed, rubbing at her face to hide the slow creep of color up her neck. "You good with officiating this time around? Won't get jealous?"

The droid had a holoprojector, flashing a pretty blond face into view; the face raised an eyebrow. "Never. Besides, Na'an, you need this more than I do."

"Right. right." 
The door slid open smoothly, revealing a bunk room that was empty save for one other person--a woman with a long braid, wearing familiar gear.  At the sight of the woman's back, the green sash crossing cargos, thin shoulder blades visible against the tunic, Na'an paused for a moment, closing her eye and taking a deep breath as if to center herself. Then the moment passed. 

"So when," she said a little too loudly,  "were you planning on telling me you'd opted to follow us on this little trip?" 

Na'an only stared, her face set in hard, increasingly familiar lines. Then, without a word, she began to pace the room. From heel to toe, the bunks were separated by a total of fifteen paces square around the walls, leaving a narrow space through which two people could navigate. Occasionally, she nodded to Leigh to widen the space by moving a locker or sliding containers under a nearby bunk. Only once, she knelt to feel at the ground, rapping her knuckles against the steel and making it ring out.

Finally, when she returned to where she had began, she turned back to face Adelle and slid into a stance the Healer would easily recognize. Knees bent, one behind her. Hands forward, fists poised in front like a boxer. Her eye glanced over Adelle, bright and calculating, and she smiled without humor.

"Then we'd best make this quick. You remember the set, yes?"

Na'an blocked the strike with a forearm, using the angle to turn the arm up and out as she jabbed for Adelle's ribs. "You're throwing yourself in a mission you have no idea about without even telling me. Did you even get a briefing?"

She stepped into the blow, sliding one foot into Adelle's grounding to block a shift.

Na'an ducked past the first two punches, weaving through them to catch the third in an open palm. From here, she had leverage to pull Adelle backwards and spin her around, and the freedom to pin the arm against the small of her back. "I know what's supposed to be on Yavin: nothing. It's been abandoned. Yet Rutil's there, and insists I come quickly."

She brought her knee up roughly, as if aiming for Adelle's kidneys. "What's more, no one else has been able to reach him since-"

Na'an felt the hook immediately, but there wasn't enough space behind her to maneuver her ankle out of it the way the set was intended to go. She went down fast, the blow knocking half the air from her lungs and almost--but not quite--banging the back of her head against a bunk. Adelle's weight came down on top of her, and the weight pushed the rest of her air out, leaving her momentarily gasping.

She had left her meditations a few days too long, it seemed; only three moves into the drill and she was already prone. Leigh was right, as always. She'd needed this. Which meant that there was no reason to stop now, even if the set's pattern was broken. Her blood was running hot and clean, the Force starting to thrum in her fingertips and at the edge of her hearing. It was the Force that dictated the pattern, and the Force that chose her body's next move.

Na'an still had a tight grip on Adelle's hand despite the fall. Na'an yanked hard on it, rolling to displace her opponent's weight to the side. In the same move, she lashed out hard with her legs, and the momentum sent her arcing over until she was half-sitting on Adelle's hips. She cocked her arm high for a downward blow at Adelle's chest and shoulders.

"So you did get a briefing," she said breathlessly. "But the files won't tell you everything, Adelle. I'd bet it didn't tell you who else is on Yavin."

She swung her fist down hard, aiming to land a good hard crack at her collarbone.