The word tasted like venom in her mouth. The curl of the tongue, the way it almost hissed in utterance. Nar Shhhhhhadda. Though she was taught to respect the ways of the jungle, of the land that existed between the falls and mountain tops, she couldn't break from the cultural stigma. The Witches of Dathomir saw the snake as a fruitful beast, consuming as all of nature did. But the rotten apple spoiled and with it, everything else. Gleaming eyes, reflective of bright oceans that were filled with purpose, looked down on the metropolis with nothing but contempt.
She was getting the hang of the vessel, despite herself. Despite her upbringing, where she was taught to be weary in regard to technology, she knew the utility in such when searching out vengeful path. The universe was dark, this helped to illuminate things. Her father saw to that.
Cutting through the atmosphere, a swift blade through clouds of phosphorous and sickly orange, the lights of the city lit up the screen. She leaned forward, out of her seat, as her eyes set upon the wonders that her father spoke of. Of miracles, glittering neon lights of all colors, and noise that could be heard even from the zenith of the planets orbit. She had to fight the urge for awe, knowing that her purpose here was a dark as the world's underbelly. A matter of intelligence, of a clue within her fathers ship towards the identity of his killer, guided her wrathful hands.
The Burning Deck. Three weeks from yesterday. Be there or suffer the consequences.
Those were the words that burned blue across an unlocked data pad, charging know on a docking station. Words that she repeated, in fear that she might forget or the datapad might fall to corruption. She might forget them with all the other things that were left behind. Tears and a burning tree, signalling smoke in the nights sky.
The ship turned, nearly of its own volition, as it cut towards the landing pad in cue with correspondence. As the clamps set in, cold steel against tracer lights that circled the designated area, she moved out from the ramp. A man stood. Not a slave or puppet, thing used for procreation and nothing else. A burly figure, one who had hungry eyes.
"Going to need information for your stay."
"The Burning Deck." She stated, dismissively, as she found trouble in breaking from the older ways.
"Uhh...yeah. What about it?"
"That's where I'm heading. Do you intend to stop me?" Glaciers formed across vibrant eyes, shifting to sink the figure who halted her progress.
"Uhm, no? I just need ship information. We can get it while you're parked. You're free to head up. It's...uhh...over there." He waved his hand, though it was more like a small bird fluttering.
Nodding with searching eyes, she moved forward with a hand on the short sword that rested across the small of her back. Eyes that moved towards the horizon, towards the path that laid before her. Her mind was overtaken with the mission ahead as her lungs adjusted to the haze and pollution of Nar Shhhhhhadda.