Inanna Harth
Jedi Knight
Jutrand, the Outer Rim
The Shi’ido gazed out at the ecumenopolis, her eyes scanning a skyline studded with starscrapers as tall and shiny as Coruscant’s. This was the jewel of the Outer Rim, she supposed, though no one actually called it that. Inanna had never much liked city-planets—something in her nature revolted against all the steel and duracrete. She was a jungle creature, after all… but then, isn’t everyone?
At any rate, she’d have to search this little slice of civilization for signs of another jungle creature: her niece, Ashmedai Hoole.
Inanna was shocked by how easily she was able to trace Ash’s movements. The girl had utilized the most basic methods of covering her tracks, while the more obscure routes remained untraveled. These were the roads Inanna used to follow her to Jutrand, a corporate world in the Outer Rim. Ash likely intended to abandon her stolen ship and get lost among the hustle and bustle of a distant metropolis.
That meant Inanna had to find her here and now.
The Force had proven a poor guide in the past, but she had little else she could rely upon. Her instincts led her to a drainage tunnel. Rainwater trickled over the floor beneath her feet, mixing with dirt and trash. Graffiti lined the metal walls, some of them dating back to the Outer Rim Coalition. Ranger symbols. Someone had even sprayed the entire Je’daii Code on a slab of duracrete.
Something stank. She wasn’t sure if it was just an unwashed body, or a corpse. If it had been Ash, she would've sensed it, she was sure. But why else had the Force brought her here?
The Shi’ido gazed out at the ecumenopolis, her eyes scanning a skyline studded with starscrapers as tall and shiny as Coruscant’s. This was the jewel of the Outer Rim, she supposed, though no one actually called it that. Inanna had never much liked city-planets—something in her nature revolted against all the steel and duracrete. She was a jungle creature, after all… but then, isn’t everyone?
At any rate, she’d have to search this little slice of civilization for signs of another jungle creature: her niece, Ashmedai Hoole.
Inanna was shocked by how easily she was able to trace Ash’s movements. The girl had utilized the most basic methods of covering her tracks, while the more obscure routes remained untraveled. These were the roads Inanna used to follow her to Jutrand, a corporate world in the Outer Rim. Ash likely intended to abandon her stolen ship and get lost among the hustle and bustle of a distant metropolis.
That meant Inanna had to find her here and now.
The Force had proven a poor guide in the past, but she had little else she could rely upon. Her instincts led her to a drainage tunnel. Rainwater trickled over the floor beneath her feet, mixing with dirt and trash. Graffiti lined the metal walls, some of them dating back to the Outer Rim Coalition. Ranger symbols. Someone had even sprayed the entire Je’daii Code on a slab of duracrete.
Something stank. She wasn’t sure if it was just an unwashed body, or a corpse. If it had been Ash, she would've sensed it, she was sure. But why else had the Force brought her here?
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