RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Crystalsong.
[member="Minna"]
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
A strange planet to be sure. One that had a strange species and and even stranger sect of old Jedi that had once graced its surface It was so far flung few could even think to find it. Vassara had been gathering tabs on the Rogue force users of the galaxy. In fact she was openly watching the Sith and the remnants of the different orders as this one and that one came and went.
But lately she had a strange feeling come over her. As if the force itself was tapping her right on the shoulder, beckoning her on. She could feel the pull even more so as she closed in on the lone planet. The strange allure of the place was a mystery to her, but she supposed it had something to do with the Witch that possessed half her soul.
Or did it?
Either way it did not matter once. The young Spacer had been led here by her gut, plotting jumps purely on her ability to feel her way through the stars with the force. A trait she had honed in the Underground, under the guidance of the Merrills. She could sense radiating waves of power now as if something was coming alive.
"You alright?" Silas asked.
Her trusty copilot and companion Silas sat beside her. Stimcaf canteen in one hand, controls working in the other. They were contrasting fgiures. Vassara short, clad in a black jacket with red trim. Blue eyes that pierced from beneath black tresses. Silas was taller, wore a grubby orange trenchcoat and always had a raggedy look about his hair.
"Fine, I can feel us getting closer. Full burn, take us planetside!"
[member="Minna"]
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
A strange planet to be sure. One that had a strange species and and even stranger sect of old Jedi that had once graced its surface It was so far flung few could even think to find it. Vassara had been gathering tabs on the Rogue force users of the galaxy. In fact she was openly watching the Sith and the remnants of the different orders as this one and that one came and went.
But lately she had a strange feeling come over her. As if the force itself was tapping her right on the shoulder, beckoning her on. She could feel the pull even more so as she closed in on the lone planet. The strange allure of the place was a mystery to her, but she supposed it had something to do with the Witch that possessed half her soul.
Or did it?
Either way it did not matter once. The young Spacer had been led here by her gut, plotting jumps purely on her ability to feel her way through the stars with the force. A trait she had honed in the Underground, under the guidance of the Merrills. She could sense radiating waves of power now as if something was coming alive.
"You alright?" Silas asked.
Her trusty copilot and companion Silas sat beside her. Stimcaf canteen in one hand, controls working in the other. They were contrasting fgiures. Vassara short, clad in a black jacket with red trim. Blue eyes that pierced from beneath black tresses. Silas was taller, wore a grubby orange trenchcoat and always had a raggedy look about his hair.
"Fine, I can feel us getting closer. Full burn, take us planetside!"