Private Gathering Shadows

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The Barash Vow was not something to be taken lightly.

Cedric narrowed his eyes as another stream of dust poured in down from the tops of the canyon. Iridonia's notoriously barren climate had seen to it that the majority of the world was beholden to such dust storms. They weren't particularly deadly, especially down here in the canyon where their effects were dramatically reduced, but they were certainly annoying. The Jedi pawed at his face as more of it scratched at his eyes.

Deciding he'd had enough of the affair, Cedric unclipped his helmet from his belt and donned it, drawing his cowl up over it to further protect himself from the elements. He traveled alone alongside a shallow river that had once carved this canyon through the earth, but had long since waned. Warm afternoon night colored the dust clouds in vibrant shades of red and orange that he might have found beautiful were they not so violently annoying.

This realm was untamed and wild with the Force, the perfect place to spend the next few months, or even the next few years in hermitage. The Barash Vow required such. He needed clarity now more than ever, the divine providence upon which he had walked being pulled out from under him without warning. Only the empyrean could give him the answers he needed.

The Jedi meandered along in silence, occasionally readjusting his backpack as he tried to find a cave or abandoned structure that might serve as shelter for the night. Anything was better than sleeping out in the open again.

 

[Trajan Fett]

// LOCATION // On the Hunt // Tailing the mark
// THE BOYS // Soloman Priest // Arador Khan
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// THEMATIC // Flood

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Tailing a mark in these grounds was no half job. Outside of the concentrated cities and Sith-Imperial palace excursions constructed on the planet, it was all but arid dust. Decoding and eventually nailing down an Alliance signature related to the abdicate Imperator into the system the hunters nestled their vessel among a formation of clustered rocks managing to obscure it from view laterally.

Embarking on swoop bikes they slowly choked the area nearest to Grayson's last visible signal - splitting among the three of them, arriving from different origin points and leaving past different areas of the horizon as soon as Cedric set ground ; establishing their movements as an expected sight in the area -- appearing as a back road couriers or lone outriders, never straying close enough past a noise and sight on the horizon.

The talk of setting a trap in leaving the fiery husk of one of the swoops to blaze in the distance was discussed only to determine that it might've compounded too much on their visage and might very well turn against them.

As soon as night fell the trio was on the move toward the mouth of the cave, keeping the barely discernible light of living sentience within on their visuals they began a slow and silent approach toward the mouth of the cave. With his 'Drago' slung over his shoulder Trajan carefully scaled the rock face leading up and toward the cave's entrance before eventually he'd climb over the slate facing and slowly slide himself down into the very entrance of Cedric's makeshift domicile, slowly drawing his side arm he flicked the button to engage it to its sonic firing mode, with no sight of Cedric yet, he shifted his gaze back to await the arrival of his hunting partners - the Mandalorian characteristically donning his Beskar'gam. However secluded Cedric might be, Kurze would never show his naked gaze to the enemy. To his targets, his face was the T visor.