Roots of the Force

[Huxy]

Roots of the Force
Location - Night, Dathomir
Dathomir, it's a strange place. Furor had always heard stories about it, all of the witchery and magic that happened upon it. The jedi, the sith, even the fabled night-sisters of the clone wars had called it home at one point. To think, at the time Furor had thought the jedi and the sith were legends of old, he had always heard stories about them. Though all that had changed when he found out he was force sensitive, when he found his lightsaber in the rock, when he had met both sith and jedi. His life had certainty taken a turn from what it once was back to those endless days of mining red crystal on Crait.

​Furor's YT-1300 light freighter, the Turquoise Hawk, zoomed across the red starry night sky. It stood out like a sore thumb against the red sky, with it's turquoise highlights contrasting against it's normal grey factory color. The freighter flew with great precision and speed...but Furor wasn't the one flying. It was his droid, his R2 unit which was flying it...well kind of. Furor was flying the ship, though he was being helped by his R2 unit, R2-N9, a cute and small red R2 unit. The droid was plugged into the mainframe of the ship, being an assistant to Furor as he flew.

​The Turquoise Hawk settled down amongst a stretch of lifeless trees, it's ramp extending downwards and opening with a low hiss as Furor walked out. His gaze turned upwards as soon as he was out. Boy, that was a really red sky. Cherry red, or crimson red? Furor didn't know but he had more important things to figure out, like the location of this old nightsister temple.
​"Hey, Artwo..."
​"Beep, bleer, beep!"
"Hey calm down buddy, just checking how far away this nightsister temple is.."
​"Bleerp! Beep beep!"
​"Gosh, why are you always like this. But thanks anyways, so to the north, right?"
​"Beep!!"
"Hey...I'm just checking."

[member="Jessica Rye"]

 

[Jessica Rye]

To the north a spire stood. A beacon under a blood red sky. The Night Sister Temple.

She stood there too. A woman bathed in red moonlight. Her lithe hand pressing hard up against the cold stone temple walls. Closing her eyes. Sensing with the Force. Sensing deep, deep it's ocean. Letting it's golden currents run through her. Releasing her into a new dream. Light flowing into her. Light flowing out and around her. A light that encompassed everything in the universe about. Expanding outwards. Out, out, out and into forever. For where ever there is life? There is also the Force.

Then the music of her dream began to slow. Releasing her slowly from her trance. Letting her remember why she was here. Remember who she was in all this. Whispering to her that someone else was coming too.

Her name was Jessica Rye. 'Tops' to her friends. A Force Sensitive woman from a wealthy mercantile past. A Knight of no Order. A scholar of no flag. Standing high above those long stone steps. Clothed in the dark fabrics of her space worthy Gems Coat. Her dark helm cradled gently under one arm. Clam and composed. Warm and easy. Turning slowly to see the forest beyond the trees. Mmm. Yes indeed. The Force spoke truth to her mind. Something was coming. Something she had never seen before.

[member="Furor Dragoon"] , was on his way.

 

[Huxy]

Furor felt something amongst the force. It was a force signature of some sort, a plot of paint amongst the canvas of the force. The signature however, wasn't one of blue, the jedi, or red, the sith. No, Furor did sense a lightside presence, making him at first assume whoever was nearby was a jedi. Though, unbeknownst to him, it wasn't a jedi...something he did sense deep down. The jedi were still around, that much was true. Though they were few and far between, often identifying as rouges or grey jedi nowadays, instead of their once pure lightside counterparts. Which was something Furor was glad for, he himself wasn't a pure sith yet. He was split amongst his alignment. He was primarily darkside, though their were cracks of lightside amongst him.

​Furor's black cloak flapped in the wind as it began to pick up as he approached the nightsister temple, the same source of the unknown force signature. As Furor got near to the temple, he could've sworn he saw a figure...though he wasn't entirely sure. Whatever it was, Furor assumed that it was the source of the force signature he was feeling.

​Then their was a hooting noise to Furor's right. He stopped suddenly, his eyes snapping to the right in alarm. And...it was an owl. Though not just any owl, a Convor. They're said to be signs of things to come in the force. Though Furor doubted that. They were what they were, owls and only owls. Though, it was strange seeing these owls, seeing an owl here of all places on Dathomir. He had never heard of them being on Dathomir. Furor turned away from the owl for a split second and began walking forwards again, towards the nightsister temple. Then a rustling of branches broke the silence of the air, making his eyes gaze to where the owl was. Only, it was gone...just like that.

[member="Jessica Rye"]

 

[Jessica Rye]

The ocean is wide and the ocean is deep. Such is the Force. You can feel the water and even learn to swim. But can you ever really know it's depths? Know the cold, the pressure of the deep? Can a woman born to walk in the sun really know how to live beneath it's weathered waves? Mmm. That mystery. That was the Force tonight. The deep tides beyond the sun. Fleeting.

Yet. Now she nodded her mind to the present moment once more. Releasing herself from her mental monologue and nodding once more to the earth. Tops came down from those tall stone steps. An old temple. An empty tale. Her feet heavy against the black warm soil. She held her dark helm against her hips and looked out into the treeline with expectations of the near meeting to come. Yes. Oh yes. They needed to talk. She and this visitor anew. For his presence had interrupted her dreaming. And that just wouldn't do.

So. She waited. For first words and first bows to breach the midnight air.

.

[member="Furor Dragoon"]

 

[Huxy]

[member="Jessica Rye"]

The force was many things. It was physical, yet it wasn't, it was on it's own plane of existence, unseen by most. The force could be anything one makes it to be, the waves and depths of the ocean, the limits of the sky, the stars shining above. One could say the force was like the far-reaching sky above. It was out of reach of one's self, you would reach up to touch it yet get nothing. It rose up so high, so many untold and untapped stories and ideas lied within the force, untouched by time and space. When you travel upwards, towards the striking mass of clouds above, you begin to feel the force. It's empowerment, it's mystery, it's beacon of hope and despair. Then you go through the clouds, and everything changes...

​As Furor exited through the lifeless trees, his gaze finally fell upon the nightsister temple. It stood like a monolith amongst the trees filled with the force, and those not filled with the force. You see, the force inhabits all living things. Though does it inhabit those things which once held life within themselves?

​Then the woman popped into existence in front of the temple. Well, not really. Furor hadn't seen her the first time, so it looked as those she had just fizzled into existence in the cold space of the windy air of Dathomir. Yet, Furor knew better. So, this was who had the force radiating from them, interesting. They felt powerful amongst the force, like they had flown through the clouds unscathed and better for it. Unlike so many others.

​Furor didn't know what to say. Having not interacted with many women, he would be kind of a bumbling mess. Which was just great right now. His mind reached for words to say, though it was at most, a jumble of words and phrases. So instead, Furor just decided to speak on the spot, using whatever came to mind.
​"Uh, h-hello. I'm curious, what brought you here...I sense you're not a jedi, at least that's what the force tells me. So, who are you?"

 

[Jessica Rye]

[member="Furor Dragoon"] revealed himself. No drawn sword and no dark name to begin with. Mm. Tops raised a brow in surprise. Interesting.

She ignored his question and just took a moment to look him up and down. He was a Force Adept. Not local to this world. Built enough in body to know war. Yet he seemed puzzled. Expectant. Yes. He must have been searching for something too.

She lifted her chin and nodded, "I'm a traveler. Come to far flung worlds in search of Jedi secrets."

Tops motioned to the old stones behind her, "Behind me lies just one such treasure. Yet, my meditations were disturbed by an outsider. So I am awaiting his arrival."

She pointed to his boots and smiled, "Your shoes tell me that you are not from this world. So I must infer that you are he. Welcome then traveler. This world greets you."

A mote of lightning smashed against the tallest peak of the Night Sister temple. Destroying it. Sending large brick and broken rock down about the countryside. Tops just shrugged at the wild and sudden destruction.

"I am Tops. The Pilgrim." She gave a slight bow, "...Who. Are you?"

 

[Huxy]

[member="Jessica Rye"]

Jeez, she was perceptive. Furor couldn't put his finger on it, but something about this woman was unlike other force sensitives he had met. She was trained, that was obvious. Though, he sensed an air of mystery and wonder about the woman like she were some type of wanderer amongst the galaxy, looking to the stars and far-flung worlds which once were told in stories of grandeur. Well, and she was kind of hot...but Furor shook the thought from his mind, he thought every girl he met was hot...he didn't need to think it now. Heck, he hardly even knew the woman.

​The lighting strike from above made Furor jump. Yet, the woman just shrugged, seriously she shrugged. Just...how hadn't it at least surprised her, lighting strikes were random yet she acted as if it were the most normal thing. Their was definitely more than meets the eye to her than he had thought. Furor began to respond, though he was cut off quite rudely by artwo in his comlink.
​"Arwoo. Beep!"
​"Artwo, I know somebody's here...thanks for stating the obvi-"
​"Beep!!"
​"Ay, don't use that language with me...I'm the one who repairs you. Uh, sorry about that. Name's Furor, I've come here seeking answers to questions I hold. I thought that Dathomir of all places would hold the answers to them..."

 

[Jessica Rye]

Rye's eyes now rested solidly beyond the treeline. As if she could perceive Furor's ship and his astromech just beyond the branches. But that moment passed quickly as he introduced himself. He used his real name and the Force held it for a truth. That meant something very rare for a Darksider.

It meant he could, at some point, be trusted.

"Then let us seek answers together. Traveler Furor. Come."

She beckoned him follow her. Up those still darkened earthen steps. Yet still the tall tower smoldered with sudden heat and with gasping flame. For, perhaps the lightning on this world was not so random at all? Hm.

The Pilgrim held her helm to his hips as she traversed the stone steps up to the temple. A wide open doorway greeting them into blackness. No sacred door nor wooden palisade blocked their path. The way was open. And the path was clear.

"Ah. Yes. She knows we're here." Tops smiled. Then placed her dark glasteel helm upon her head. Fastening the seal with a hiss'p.

"The Caretaker lies within. If you have questions? She. Will be the one to answer them."

Then Jessica Rye stepped into the darkness and disappeared. Her voiced slipping away into only an echo,

"Unless. You're not afraid of the dark? Hehe"

...

The blood red sky churned and boiled overhead. No. Oh no. Perhaps lightning wasn't so random at all.

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[member="Furor Dragoon"]