RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Dagobah
The swamp planet was rife with the living force. Jade breathed deep, taking in the floral aroma and letting the life energies wash over her. Beside her her cloak was folded neatly on a rock. She kept her trousers and tan under tunic. Her saber was clipped on her belt to the right of her hip.
She had come here to get away from it all. The evil of the Galaxy was growing, the Darkside was spreading over everything once more like the plague. It was time for her to hone her skills, so when she did emerge from hiding, she could strike hard.
Nearby a creature rustled through the brush. She rose, straightening her frame and opened her eyes. In a rhythmic cycle she began to breath, pulling the force into her like a great flood, then she ran, full speed and leaped into the air.
The somersault transitioned into her snapping out with one hand and she grasped the slippery tendrils of a vine. Using her momentum she launched herself forwards to the next and the next, zipping through the tree tops, crashing through the brush.
She was practising the art of movement....
The swamp planet was rife with the living force. Jade breathed deep, taking in the floral aroma and letting the life energies wash over her. Beside her her cloak was folded neatly on a rock. She kept her trousers and tan under tunic. Her saber was clipped on her belt to the right of her hip.
She had come here to get away from it all. The evil of the Galaxy was growing, the Darkside was spreading over everything once more like the plague. It was time for her to hone her skills, so when she did emerge from hiding, she could strike hard.
Nearby a creature rustled through the brush. She rose, straightening her frame and opened her eyes. In a rhythmic cycle she began to breath, pulling the force into her like a great flood, then she ran, full speed and leaped into the air.
The somersault transitioned into her snapping out with one hand and she grasped the slippery tendrils of a vine. Using her momentum she launched herself forwards to the next and the next, zipping through the tree tops, crashing through the brush.
She was practising the art of movement....