Dara Gola
Tsûduma tnuti
Nyrres guided her ship towards the planet Ossus. As the planet filled her cockpit glass she reflected on how long ago it was since she had stepped foot on the surface. Seven years... It feels like a lifetime since I walked through the temple gates. She glanced down at her hand, a sadness filling her as she thought about all of the things that had changed in her life since those days. She guided her ship towards the Jedi temple and opened her coms " Padawan Nyrrea Vodrine requesting an audience with Grand-master [member="Corvus Raaf"]." She cut the coms off and guided her ship towards one of the many open landing pads. I really hope no one notices that officially I have been missing for seven years. Maybe with all of the chaos things will have allowed me to slip through the cracks. She didn't have much faith in that outcome, but she was out of options.
The Sith had allowed her to exist in their presence because she served a purpose. She was largely ignored by them, except for that lunatic with the rasp she thought. Their indifference to her existence allowed her to slip away in the night, taking her ship and leaving a soon as it was safe. She wasn't sure what would happen now, she had helped them... killed for them. She only hoped that the conversation lasted long enough for her to try to explain what happened before [member="Corvus Raaf"] had her hauled off to whatever punishment she was given.
She landed and opened the cockpit to her small craft. She stood and grabbed the lightsaber she had been given and her blaster and laughs slightly, Like this thing is going to do any good against her if things go wrong. She knew she would be unable to stop whatever might happen, but wearing the blaster and the accursed lightsaber made her feel better.
She climbed down the fold away latter and headed for the temple, and the most important conversation of her live.
The Sith had allowed her to exist in their presence because she served a purpose. She was largely ignored by them, except for that lunatic with the rasp she thought. Their indifference to her existence allowed her to slip away in the night, taking her ship and leaving a soon as it was safe. She wasn't sure what would happen now, she had helped them... killed for them. She only hoped that the conversation lasted long enough for her to try to explain what happened before [member="Corvus Raaf"] had her hauled off to whatever punishment she was given.
She landed and opened the cockpit to her small craft. She stood and grabbed the lightsaber she had been given and her blaster and laughs slightly, Like this thing is going to do any good against her if things go wrong. She knew she would be unable to stop whatever might happen, but wearing the blaster and the accursed lightsaber made her feel better.
She climbed down the fold away latter and headed for the temple, and the most important conversation of her live.