Journey to Kesh

[Tathra Khaeus]

Within the confines of Wild space, many of the lost remained hidden from view. One such lost soul was [member="Aithne Charr"], a woman carrying the burden of her forbearers. Kresh. The Matador had felt it, her trembling sobs in the forever cold mountains. She wasn't alone in mind, but in body she'd been without companionship for too long.

He had felt her strength from afar, heard rumours of a powerful force user wondering aimlessly amongst the Jungles. Washing worn robes in the river, carrying a dark crystal around her thin neck.

The Matador arrived upon the Valkyrie, landing in a valley between the mountains. The Matador was encased in his Sovereign Impetus armour, the heavy plated armour cutting through the powerful air that was carried down the valley. Oribuir rested against his back, he flexed his shoulders releasing from the tension from his back.

Blood red eyes pierced through the visor as his chin guard formed around his mouth, allowing a robotic growl to slowly carry against the air as the beast of a man walked forward, examining the valley ahead. The Valkyrie's landing pad rescinded, folding up and against the hull of the ship.

​"Where, are you?"

​The Matador moved forward, noticing the formed walkway in the side of the hill, leading upward to an arching walkway climbing around the side of the mountain at a vertical angle. He smirked, moving towards the steep incline when he heard a strange noise, filtered through the audible singing of the wind. A animalistic howl from his right. A small alcove, a shadowed cave with yellow eyes peering outward. Rukaro. Six at least. Prowling in the dark, the beasts slowly peered out from the dark. Staring down the massive hulking man. The first came, the largest of the pack lunging at his wrist.

​A massive metal hand caught the Rukaro by its throat and lower jaw; crushing its head in his hand and slamming its body down; his chin guard retracting as a rain of fire poured from his mouth; filling the cave and buring the Rukaro alive.

​The cave was suddenly alight, its frame shimmering up against the side of the mountain as the midnight sky settled in. Aithne would know someone was here.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="The Matador"]

Aithne didn't see people come out to these mountains very often unless it was her brother checking up on her. She was not sad, so much as lonely, even with her 'fathers' words coming to her from the crystal that had been his at one point, and now held him inside. That was why when a ship appeared in her frame of vision that she itched to know who would come out this far, shadowing the craft's decent as she and the small Ashlan wolf that had bonded with her shadowed it's decent. Soon enough she looked down at someone exiting the craft, her own body hidden from the view of the man. It was clear he was looking for something, and further it was clear he felt wrong.

Aithne heard a whisper in her mind and her hand tightened around the crystal that held her 'father'. This was no kind man, or no good man. Or perhaps he was simply a righteous demon as her 'father' had been. What ever he was, she was bound to find out as she shadowed him from a cliff side above the man, careful not to disturb so much as a pebble in her movements. It would not be long though until she found out what the man truly was and her nose scrunched up at such a sight as what was presented. She disliked killing, but knew it was necessary in certain times. But what this man did was not merciful.

She knew it was to get attention the moment the man stopped moving and waited, so she did not make him way long. Her feet left the spot she was standing in and dropped down to the ground near the cave. In her hand was a wooden staff she had been using to help hike the sides of these mountains, with the small Ashlan wolf not far behind her as its glowing blue pelt cast light over the ground near Aithne's feet.

"I must say, that show was not quite the impressive display I had expected. I was led to believe people like you were a tad more impressive." The words were part hers, part Solan's, the latter speaking a bit through her and her mimicing the words.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​He waited for [member="Aithne Charr"] to arrive, standing over the fire as the stench of Rukora flesh filled the air. Beyond the crackling he heard the nervous rubble of small feet as the girl stood off-ways from him, near the entrance of the flame filled cave as the meat and bone burnt and simmered in the hollow stone.

​A feminine breath caused his ears to perk as the bestial gaze lead to Aithne's feet, the electronic red glowing eyes slowly running over the course of her malnourished form. His features softening for a microsecond before hardening once more as she spoke, his body unmoving as the little thing spoke. He felt it, a additional presence; something else entirely at play. The girl appeared to be contently at its bidding, perhaps it had struck a deal with a wraith. A wraith of some kind.

​His eyes shifted from her to the fire engulfed cave as her words painted an ignorant picture. ​"Once cannot appear too impressive when faced with mewling curs." ​The Matador turned his torso, facing towards one of the fallen and badly burnt creatures.

​"We are what we rise above. Therefore, of course the spectacle was of little significance."

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="The Matador"] was strange to Aithne.

He was speaking about mewling curs and other such words that seemed unconnected. Her eyes looked over at the fire and while he was more focused on speaking she reached out and drew the fire towards her, the hot flames twisting like water and collecting into a compact ball in her hand as she waited for the full extent of the flames the armored man had created to be captured. This took her a few moments, and while she did it the Ashlan wolf kept an eye on Matador, waiting for the man to try something. But assuming nothing would come her hand slowly closed around the ball of fire and cut out its existence like a surgeon with a scalpel.

Once done she would look at the man with a sigh and shake her head at him.

"You are far too violent to be on Kesh. I would ask you to leave my brother and father's world, or I may have to remove you myself. You stink and taste of dark energy, more so than my father did, and that is impressive. So please, get in your ship and leave unless you have a good reason for being here. I am not interested in the Sith trying to reclaim this world."

Her words were her own this time, her hands crossing behind her back as the cloak covered her form once more and hid anything that was under it. She didn't have much though, only a crystal and a saber, both of which were her fathers, but she was more than capable at using the. It was unlikely she would if there was a fight though, considering that her main strength comes from the force.