Harsh Lessons

[Darth Metus]

When Isley was but a young boy, he has been uprooted from his comfort zone. The arms of his adoptive mother, the confines of the Verd estate...all were left behind one day in favor of the wilds of Mandalore. As opposed to affection and warmth, he was given the harshest of lessons. He was taught to survive. Now, several decades later, there was a certain Twi'lek who needed to learn the same lesson.

She was resourceful, of this Isley had no doubt. She climbed to the top of the Ravens "political" structure at a rapid pace and proved herself a force to be reckoned with. However, she had very much to learn. So often did she rely upon the strength of her droids or allies...yet the power to survive rested in her own hands. As such, the Mandalorian aspired to pass down the harshest lesson of all; and to do so, he had called her to the world known as Makeb.

He awaited atop a rather rocky precipice, far away from any shred of civilization. Here there were no droids for backup, nor thugs, nor excessively skilled bedmates. No, here there were only the two hands the gods had seen fit to provide. And so, Isley awaited the arrival of [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]. Patiently.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Makeb. The last time she'd been here there'd been a ghost ship, and some cave monsters. And a Hutt who may or may not have been a ghost who was trying to make the Ravens be more ecologically friendly. It was going to take way more than a deceased slug to make that happen though.

Now there was Isley.

She wasn't entirely sure which was more worrying. In any case, when he'd told her to meet him, by herself, and picked somewhere that a ship couldn't land.. Well, anyone with any sense knew there was a chance things were going to get interesting. So she came, in her armour, with her weapons, shotgun, mace and newly created lightsaber. She'd not finished the other two yet. She could always take them off or put them down, but she couldn't magically summon what wasn't there.

She wasn't using the Force to assist herself, not yet, beyond making sure that Isley was there and no one else. A healthy dose of paranoia per day kept the death away. She was in good shape, scaling the precipice wasn't that hard, besides, she had the feeling she might need the energy for later. So no gratuitous force speed, jumps etc. Just her own two hands and legs.

Which eventually brought her to [member="Dagora-Kel"].

"Isley."

She greeted him with a slight dip of her head and a smile. It could be interpreted as a quasi bow. Or not. It was hard to tell with the Twi'lek.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

And then there was some sort of thing that came up and Chiasa left. She would just keep training herself. Whatever. Isley probably went to go and be respectable, as y'do. And everyone lived happily ever after and there was no ridiculousness anywhere because this writer didn't want to deal with it.

[member="Dagora-Kel"]