Wearing: Biker Leathers.
Armed with: Uri's cane (http://starwarsrp.ne...4421-uris-cane/
Objective: Mostly One, partly Two.
Nearby: Alwine Lechner
, Daxton Bane
, Srina Talon
The Silent Erika descended through Krant's atmosphere, transmitting friendly ID codes to all relevant Confederacy Vessels.
The black 327 Nubian, asserted by both its current and prior owner to be the sexiest ship ever built, settled on a small landing pad in the city itself, and the mad occupant powered down the vessel, after making a number of extensive checks to make sure the new upgrades were not affecting power to other systems. She'd jammed enough tech into her home to turn it into as much of a Fortress as possible, but the old girl could only handle so much load at once.
She hadn't been paid a visit to by her...'guest' in a while. But she was counting the days until the wretched creature showed up in her head again.
But Maple was here to talk to a different spirit.
She had heard the rumors of Lake Aleng. Never had a chance to visit before now. She was making the time, because that encounter with The Amalgam
had come out of nowhere. And if the woman was to someday, as she claimed, become The Mind-Binder, Maple needed some intel on just who it was she was dealing with. But searching for The Amalgam physically after Felacat had turned up nothing. But she had learned much more than she had ever wanted to, regardless.
The Amalgam was a ghost, for the most part. Maple could not find her Foe's actual base of operations.
But The Amalgam had certainly had more of a record than any search for the Mind-Binder had ever turned up. She'd been a long time player, it was clear...specialized in deep cover infiltration, had a trail of assassinations linked indirectly to her. A fanatic. But highly skilled. Save for deep cover infiltration (As well as an unusual preference for Laser
weaponry, of all things) her known acts read a great deal like many of Uri Udinia's nastier missions. Or Uri's missions read a great deal like The Amalgam's.
For all intents and purposes, they were in the same line of work. But Uri's skill in the Force was laughable. The Amalgam's was not. Maple had little chance at close range. She could match the vile shapeshifter blow for blow at melee combat--barely-perhaps even outgun her-but the Dark Side was The Amalgam's insurance against true victory. Maple knew it had been a combination of overconfidence on The Amalgam's part as well as the will of the Force that she had managed to escape. In either case, the power had clearly gone to the shapeshifter's head years ago: She taunted. She was sloppy. Had their positions been reversed, Maple would have put her down as quickly as possible and not wasted time being mysterious by securing her prisoner and leaving. But given the obvious skill, the purple-eyed woman's arrogance was perhaps deserved.
Maple stared at the mark on her right palm...the mark of a black, jagged crescent. It had marked her, as Doashim had. There had been no sign of its presence since. She slipped a black leather glove over it, clad in her biker gear, and took her sabercane with her. Go armed, but lightly.
She sweapt her long, brown hair from a face that had been in a perpetual frown ever since Felacat. Blinking wet, piercing green eyes darting around in perpetual delusions that happened between the ticks of a second, but felt completely real to her when they did. She thought of getting a drink first, but she needed to be sober. She desperately wanted a drink. She thought about finding food, but that would also distract her.
Maple took out a stick of strawberry flavored bubblegum. She started to chew, letting the taste distract her. She wanted brownies. Gum would do, for now, then brownies, then food, then more brownies, then a dance off with Zombie Anakin Skywalker, then
But first she needed to reach the Lake itself.
Krant was a lovely looking world. Quaint. Its cobblestone streets reminded her of her childhood home.
She could not remember her mother's face. Sometimes she hated The Order for that. But what's done is done. Some of these Sensitives, they spend years carrying on a feud with Jedi, over petty things, and they never get past it. Like killing a person who believes a certain things solves all their problems, resolves all the doubt eating away at them. All the Loss. Jedi Hunting was for some no different than someone in the civilian world getting a fancy luxury sport speeder with an engine that should not be street legal: It was all to deal with a mid-life crisis.
The festivities were in full swing, Krantian beer enjoyed in large mugs. The chewing gum had already lost its flavor. She spat it out, mouth salivating at the scent of cooked fish. She wanted a beer. Would have settled for a wine cooler. Grape flavored. Maybe Lemon. Did they make Lemon wine coolers. They made murderous death droids, super death masers and more alchemized stuff than she could shake one of her sticks at. They had to be making lemon wine coolers somewhere
in this karked up galaxy.
As she traveled through the village, giving a few side glances to the village women (And getting a few in turn.) Maple took note of all the bauble's and trinkets on sale. She enjoyed ivory pieces. She took more note of a red crystal up for prominent display on one stand. It was tended to by an old woman in villagers robes. She had lots of wrinkles and laugh lines, her ashen hair in a ponytail. Her grey eyes focused on Maple.
"We have many wares and trinkets if you are interested." She croaked.
"Is it true, old woman? Do the spirits actually rise on this day?" Maple asked, her alderaani accent coming through.
"Oh yes. I've been witniss to the phenomenon my entire life. Its...how I let go of my husband. He passed last year. Damn Terentatek living in the woods guarding some older-than-chit tomb. Ended up having to send our bravest villager into the woods with an alchemized sword to kill whatever was in there. Poor man still doesn't speak of it." she said with a sigh. "Everybody always thinks those dungeon crawler tabletops are soooo fun until you actually end up living out a scenario just like them."
"Well, Krant was home to a lotta whackos in the past, not unusual for an evil tomb to pop up once in a while."
"Yes, but you'd think it was all the bastards did, given how many we've run into over the years and demolished. Poor Harold Starfree three villages over ate it last year when his house collapsed into a sink hole and the damned Lich in the sarcophagus he'd built his house over without realizing it broke loose."
The old woman paused thoughtfully, rubbing her chin. "Did some amusing things to all those human organs it stole, though. Surprisingly classy approach to its dark rituals, too. Had to kill it with fire, admittedly, but damn
was it a gentleman."
"I know the type." Maple replied, thinking of Darth Maranon. Still trapped and impotent in that trinket Sawa had given her. Heh.
"So this crystal you got..."
"Found it in the tomb the animal that killed my husband was guarding. We clear out the treasures, make sure none of its cursed or anything--one guy spontaneously liquified last year when he put on the wrong ring. Ugh. Went through eight mops
cleaning him off the floor. Eight.
Maple examined the crystal. She recognized it. Knew Sawa might want it.
It was a Quixoni. Rare. Very rare. An import, obviously.
Maple slapped eight thousand credits on the table.
"That oughta help with local emergencies..."
The woman took her credits, handing her the crystal.
"Tomb robbin'. Never stops paying..." the old woman joked.
Maple chuckled a bit herself. She'd made some of her best money robbing Maranon's tomb of its valuables.
"Just remember...haul ain't worth your life."
"Nobody knows that better than the People of The Lake..." The old woman responded. "Thank you for your business."
Maple pocketed the crystal and walked away to the lake. To her surprise, she saw Alwine Lechner
, gave her a simple nod as she passed by, waiting for the spirits. She saw Daxton Bane
, who'd been on the same assignment to Stewjon and waved at her fellow Mandragora before settling a respectable distance away, waiting for the festivities to start.