Corellia's Open Terrain

Bela Vistal
Crystal Valley
(mid-day)

The Twi'Lek Healer had not said what had been her true purpose in coming here. Bela Vistal seemed peaceful enough on the surface that she had started to wonder if perhaps Aleranus' book had been correct in predicting the presence of a much more sinister force in this region. Though, for the past few minutes, she had been feeling uneasy, and been on the verge of summoning Terra and Aleranus. Upon arriving at Bela Vistal they had decided to split up for a short time and recon the area immediately around the old city.

I noted the crystal that the other female held for a moment before placing in a small satchel, and wondered if it was possible for a Smoke Demon to lay dormant in something that small and portable. I would inquire this of Aleranus later, but for now I am not sensing the amount of malevolent evil that hovers around the tome in his possession. Perhaps this is due to the presence of many demons in one prison, and the creature that we are hunting will appear to be weaker for a time.

Nala's lekku twitched in discomfort. "There was no distress beacon?" she inquired gently, before continuing, "We received no words of a ship gone down in this area, otherwise a search and rescue would have been attempted. The woods surrounding the valley can be most dangerous at night, but I am pleased that you survived."

I stepped closer, uncomfortably aware of the pain that tinged Yin's presence in the Force. The physical damage to her lekku is obvious, and as she loses her train of thought in mid-sentence, I find myself wondering how far the damage extends, and whether or not she would be willing to return with us to the academy.

"Have you seen or felt anything," she paused, unsure how exactly to describe what she was looking for, "anything out of the ordinary up here? Like, fear that seems to have no rational basis?"

She shook her head. All banshees start as their Mistress had. Nameless. She walked up to him, never setting away the huge knife.

-?-
"Sir, what is the name of a man with long fingers?"

She meant Bateman, it was a way for her to know who sent the man. She is told at least.

-?-
"Thank you, Sir. My mistress has not come for three days and four nights. I am hungry."

She stomped in. It was clear she was exhausted. She threw her backpack right in Rals cargo bay and ripped off the poncho. The woman had the form of a dancer, but one could not decide under the sweatty dirty cloths she had if she was from a wealthier kind or twi'lek trash. She didnt let go of the knife even when she took off her things.

-?-
"Are you able to give medical attention? I sprained my ankle two days ago, have a cut on my back, and suffer ... diarrhea . I dont think I should have eaten the fruit I found."

The landing struts of the Phantom ship pressed softly upon the ground. The boarding ramp slowly lowered and the male known only as Sa'kage walked out. Pausing at the bottom of the ramp he looked around, the glowing red visual receptors of his Mandalorian helmet moving around as he looked about himself. He had all of his weapons upon himself this time, and the male nodded seeing nobody around.

The boarding ramp slowly ascended back upwards and the ship sealed, protected with a magnolock that needed both a voice activation from himself and the identichip he carried upon his person both. It had taken several days of work to get in to the security systems so he could set the voice lock but he ha eventually done it back upon Kuat. It made him feel a lot safer leaving the ship knowing nobody could enter it with out his permission.

Sa'kage walked along slowly, looking around the forest slowly. He wasn't here for a person, or to hurt anybody. He was here to find a poison, a poison secreted by the claws of the Corellian sand panther. He would need to render the creature unconscious and acquire some of the poison for which he had several vials hidden upon his person in compartments of his armor. Slowly Sa'kage picked up the baton like weapon from his right hip and twirled it around his wrist and hand, searching the woods for any sign as he moved along upon his self appointed quest.

The nameless slave found her way into the refresher at once, locking the door. Took her maybe a hour to clean up. When she was done, standing naked she realised that she had nothing to ware, but those dirty rags. On the other hand, there were a couple towels there. She stood for like ten minutes conteplating and gathering courage to even take the towels. She had lived a life where she herself was a belonging, without chance of freedom. She was still a belonging, but her new owner held other philosophies at heart.

-memory of 5-
"You are no common slave no more, you are going to be a Banshee. All around you, posessions litter the world, things, people, even worlds. It will be yours, all you have to do is take it."

Small stepps, the slave thought. Today a towel or two, tomorrow, maybe a world. She laughed at herself, and wrapped her body in towels. Head to toe. Thats how she emerged from the den of steam and cleansing.

-?-
"Sir, I am sorry if the towels are yours, I had none else clean to wear."

When Ral came back he saw the slave woman was eating like a hungry pig, not even caring for the utencils. She seemed to enjoy that mundane ration pack as if it was a six course dinner at the local 5 star hotel. She only gave him a quick...

-?-
"Thank you."

and munched on. When it was finnished, and the ration packs inside licked clean, she dried the food juices from her mouth with one of Rals towels (maybe wasnt the best choice) and then started looking through his medicine, taking a vitamin tablet, a capsule for belly aches and some anti biotics. When done she looked through the cloths and chose a pair of boxers, socks, a white shirt and jeans. Belt was needed. She changed in the bathroom, coming out, she confessed her ill deeds.

-?-
"Sir, I suggest you dont go in there for a while."

Environs Nearby the Academy

After a decent walk through a woodsy terrain on a sloping hill, Jade led her companion on a narrow path around the bottom of a mountain following a swiftly-flowing creek. Selaya prowled about ahead of them, pleased to be outside the Academy. The startled squawk of a bird caught too close to the ground provided them with audible knowledge of the vornskr's whereabouts which were confirmed by a few feathers when they caught up. Eventually, the close terrain widened out into a pool into which a waterfall poured its supply of cold mountain water. All in all, it was secluded and wild, while at the same time, peaceful.

Jade hefted the straps of a bag she was carrying over her shoulder and turned to look at Z'har, a bright light dancing in her eyes as she inquired, "What do you think?"

"Let's hope it brings good things," she replied fondly. Green eyes gazed at the Zabrak, looking through him even. She almost thought she could see a difference there, a warm light, an awareness that hinted at a deeper experience of things around him. But, maybe she was projecting her wishes onto him. She didn't understand all that his current state of being entailed, in fact, she had purposely not dwelt upon it in her own mind. It would probably raise all sorts of questions that were difficult to answer, and for now, she was enjoying his presence.

She shifted the thick blanket she was carrying and gestured to a spot on a jutting rock ledge that overhung the pool below, and yet was under the sheltering branches of a towering evergreen tree. "How's that?" she asked. She preferred evergreen trees to deciduous ones. Leaves rustled, but needles hissed when the wind blew through them. It reminded her of an ocean that she had seen once.