Darth Adarable
Aboard the Star Hunter
In Transit to Dxun
It was so much simpler on her datapad than with her friends all flopped around the antechamber to the Star Hunter’s Meditation Room.
Go to Dxun, a… a training run. No. Not training run. These were not babies toddling in durasteel! Each one of Adara’s Troublesome friends were post-verd’goten Mandalorians, with their own skills and adulty…. adultness.
Grown-uppedness.
Not a bunch of kids. Why, most of them were 13 to 16! Ancient! Clearly a… a mission to traipse onto Dxun looking for Mandalorian leftovers and the residue Adara figured she could feel from such wondrous places as the Tomb of Freedon Nass or his second Sithly mooktenant would… it would…
Who was Adara trying to fool? Even the sheer idea of entering ‘other space’ was so thrilling all the girl really wanted to do was run around in circles and say she’d done it.
Touched foreign soil.
Something she’d never, ever, ever, ever done. Mother didn’t allow her little Dark Princess to leave escorted, pre-approved and defensible locations. So, when Stabitha groaned and rolled her eyes and threw a knife at a holo-map, and when the hilt of the knife appeared to wobble around Onderon, Adara cut the difference.
“Yes! Yes, so we’re…” Why was leading a Parliamentary meeting on Vena easier to do than talking to her friends? Adara balled her fist and stamped her foot, more to settle herself that yes, this was by and again, the best idea yet.
“We’re landing on Dxun within the hour. And we’ll find things. Salvage things, and there are dangerous predators, and a tomb I want to check out, since maybe there’s a bit of something still there. We can do this. We can… go out… on our own and… mission.”
Yes. That was the ticket! Adara nodded, her black and red eyes slightly wide as for once in her life, she tried to do something fun with friends her age. Amma Dib, Rhae-Rhae's twin sister rolled her eyes in the most unconvinced way Adara thought possible.
"Aaawesome. Way to flub the speech-making, Dar'ika." Amma flopped one leg over the back of her chair, tossing a painted rock up in the air and forcing it to dance via telekinesis. "We're all gonna die."
[member="Mig Gred"] [member="Auburn Sioda"] [member="Tuuli Miles"] [member="Rhaegar Dib II"] [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] [member="Reyn Australis"][member="Taru Cadera"] [member="Fred Gred"] [member="Noah Corek"]
In Transit to Dxun
It was so much simpler on her datapad than with her friends all flopped around the antechamber to the Star Hunter’s Meditation Room.
Go to Dxun, a… a training run. No. Not training run. These were not babies toddling in durasteel! Each one of Adara’s Troublesome friends were post-verd’goten Mandalorians, with their own skills and adulty…. adultness.
Grown-uppedness.
Not a bunch of kids. Why, most of them were 13 to 16! Ancient! Clearly a… a mission to traipse onto Dxun looking for Mandalorian leftovers and the residue Adara figured she could feel from such wondrous places as the Tomb of Freedon Nass or his second Sithly mooktenant would… it would…
Who was Adara trying to fool? Even the sheer idea of entering ‘other space’ was so thrilling all the girl really wanted to do was run around in circles and say she’d done it.
Touched foreign soil.
Something she’d never, ever, ever, ever done. Mother didn’t allow her little Dark Princess to leave escorted, pre-approved and defensible locations. So, when Stabitha groaned and rolled her eyes and threw a knife at a holo-map, and when the hilt of the knife appeared to wobble around Onderon, Adara cut the difference.
“Yes! Yes, so we’re…” Why was leading a Parliamentary meeting on Vena easier to do than talking to her friends? Adara balled her fist and stamped her foot, more to settle herself that yes, this was by and again, the best idea yet.
“We’re landing on Dxun within the hour. And we’ll find things. Salvage things, and there are dangerous predators, and a tomb I want to check out, since maybe there’s a bit of something still there. We can do this. We can… go out… on our own and… mission.”
Yes. That was the ticket! Adara nodded, her black and red eyes slightly wide as for once in her life, she tried to do something fun with friends her age. Amma Dib, Rhae-Rhae's twin sister rolled her eyes in the most unconvinced way Adara thought possible.
"Aaawesome. Way to flub the speech-making, Dar'ika." Amma flopped one leg over the back of her chair, tossing a painted rock up in the air and forcing it to dance via telekinesis. "We're all gonna die."
[member="Mig Gred"] [member="Auburn Sioda"] [member="Tuuli Miles"] [member="Rhaegar Dib II"] [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] [member="Reyn Australis"][member="Taru Cadera"] [member="Fred Gred"] [member="Noah Corek"]