Mandalorian Mystic
Tython.
Not somewhere Shia had ever expected to be. The planet... felt so strange. The whole place was so strange.
But @Ijaat Mereel had asked her to come, and... things were different now. The Empire was different, she was free of obligations she didn't believe in - and she wasn't about to refuse an invitation to visit Tython.
This planet, like so many others, had seen so much suffering - but unlike some others, it was still here. She wondered which would outlast the other - an idea, or a planet?
She carried on down the path, distracted as much the scenery than any lack of desire to reach her goal, the workshop of the Force-Smith to which she'd been invite.
Force-Smith, or Slayer of Mandalore? Both, really. But also not - Mandalore wasn't dead, not yet. She didn't understand why she hadn't killed him - or why he hadn't killed himself, with so much death on his hands. But she suspected this invitation was part of something to do with it - more than personal.
Not somewhere Shia had ever expected to be. The planet... felt so strange. The whole place was so strange.
But @Ijaat Mereel had asked her to come, and... things were different now. The Empire was different, she was free of obligations she didn't believe in - and she wasn't about to refuse an invitation to visit Tython.
This planet, like so many others, had seen so much suffering - but unlike some others, it was still here. She wondered which would outlast the other - an idea, or a planet?
She carried on down the path, distracted as much the scenery than any lack of desire to reach her goal, the workshop of the Force-Smith to which she'd been invite.
Force-Smith, or Slayer of Mandalore? Both, really. But also not - Mandalore wasn't dead, not yet. She didn't understand why she hadn't killed him - or why he hadn't killed himself, with so much death on his hands. But she suspected this invitation was part of something to do with it - more than personal.
