Vendra Vane
Peacekeeper
V'SHAR
- Naklian Wilds -
V'Shar, like many worlds in Wild Space, was both isolated from various galactic institutions and home to a unique species yet unassimilated by any major power; the Ka'hren. Their population numbered in the few million, rather than the billions, and if any lived off-world they would be a very rare sight indeed. Yet their culture was not entirely unknown to the rest of the galaxy, particularly because of their cultural relics--Rantok swords and ancient texts--which were highly sought after by private collectors.
Vendra Vane was here not to despoil but instead sought something far older than the Ka'hren. A conduit to the Force, a knot in the universe where the threads of existence past and future could be felt strongly. Such places were often found in caverns where strange crystals grow and stranger entities make their home, and their presence reached out to those who could feel it. The Dark Jedi was not among them, though she could wield the force she could not feel it. It did not call to her, it did not lead her, at least not in any way she could presently witness. Rumors and bought information are what brought her to this place, to the Wilds some trek from her landing spot, and she walked this path alone while her warship the Last Apologies hid in the radiation storm of a nearby Gas Giant.
She stood atop a hill and glanced down at the valley below, the rocky outcrops of the cavern system visible in the distance. Here it is said that prophets, scholars, and force sensitives came. Some to find thoughtful solitude, others to hide amidst prosecution or sulk in their moments of depression. For Vendra it was a shot at the answers, a way to confront the every elusive nature of the Force. To tear away at he shroud and finally witness what the Seer saw. To make sense of her own time in a cave not unlike this one, a memory that would not relinquish its hold on her throat so long as she remained blind to the Force that taunts her.
Of course like all days, this day was not to play out exactly as the Mirialan intended.
Amani Serys
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Ran Serys
- Naklian Wilds -
V'Shar, like many worlds in Wild Space, was both isolated from various galactic institutions and home to a unique species yet unassimilated by any major power; the Ka'hren. Their population numbered in the few million, rather than the billions, and if any lived off-world they would be a very rare sight indeed. Yet their culture was not entirely unknown to the rest of the galaxy, particularly because of their cultural relics--Rantok swords and ancient texts--which were highly sought after by private collectors.
Vendra Vane was here not to despoil but instead sought something far older than the Ka'hren. A conduit to the Force, a knot in the universe where the threads of existence past and future could be felt strongly. Such places were often found in caverns where strange crystals grow and stranger entities make their home, and their presence reached out to those who could feel it. The Dark Jedi was not among them, though she could wield the force she could not feel it. It did not call to her, it did not lead her, at least not in any way she could presently witness. Rumors and bought information are what brought her to this place, to the Wilds some trek from her landing spot, and she walked this path alone while her warship the Last Apologies hid in the radiation storm of a nearby Gas Giant.
She stood atop a hill and glanced down at the valley below, the rocky outcrops of the cavern system visible in the distance. Here it is said that prophets, scholars, and force sensitives came. Some to find thoughtful solitude, others to hide amidst prosecution or sulk in their moments of depression. For Vendra it was a shot at the answers, a way to confront the every elusive nature of the Force. To tear away at he shroud and finally witness what the Seer saw. To make sense of her own time in a cave not unlike this one, a memory that would not relinquish its hold on her throat so long as she remained blind to the Force that taunts her.
Of course like all days, this day was not to play out exactly as the Mirialan intended.

