Private The Call On Kashyyyk

[Darth Sarla]

Sarla had taken great pains to get far from her Domo’s Court. She has planned this, and convincing Her Devil to let her lead a band of smugglers to the Wookiee Honeworld and establish trade, in particular Spice. There was even the idea floating about to make some of Wookiees slaves in the trade, but Sarla had other ambitions. She had come to the lush planet to seek a rebirth, and a doctor to disable Domo Vrotoa’s controls of her her artificial spine. The Doc was a Wookiee and finding him would be like finding a particular leaf in Kashyyyk’s forest.

The Zeltron’s shuttle with its black haul and stripes of red showcased its connection to the Domo. When it landed on a wooden corcular pad high in tree line, late at night, only lanterns with their gold beacons giving yellowish light. The Devil’s Handmaiden descended the ramp with its smoke, her black robes draping on the deck and her face concealed by a biomask. Some Wookiees approached sheepishly, prompting the muscle of Zabraks and Trandoshans to raise rifles. The Furballs growled, when Sarla unclupped her lightsabers, one snappee rd and the other was white with magenta swirling in it. The Wookiees cried and one went tp rang a bell, when Sarla drove both blades into the Zabrak and Transo beside her, the other three turned in aa as she spun the twin blades of white and runy to cut them down, one she thrusted through with the red and kicked off the palteform to the black abyss below the tall tree trunks. The remaining Zabrak spat on the wood flor as he held his arm,

“Traitor! The Domo will have your head!”

Sarla cut hum down and stood before the befuddled wookiees. She deacrivated her ivory blade and with both hands took her biomask off and threw it over the edge. Her long black hair flowing and her eyes painted with a mournful look. She had done the first rigjt deed in a long time, stopping slavery and a trade ahe abhorred, that made slaves of masses via addiction.

That day she had walked away fron Remy Singh had been her greatest mistake of her life. It had placed her in the hands of the Devil. She made her way back into ship and uploaded a recording,

“This is Darth Sarlaac.. crew is dead, I have sustained injury and..”

She cut it off and set explosives inside the shuttle which she set a course off world as she leapt off the ramp and it retracted as the ship ascended. It left the system and then exploded in a great ball of flame and sparks, seen from Kashyyyk’s night sky.

Sarla approached and bowed her head to a Chieftan who had antlers on his head in sort of helm. It groaned and then spoke Basic, which at first suprised Sarla,

“Are you a Jedi?”

The Zeltron sigjhed, lowering her head.

“I was once.. seems so long ago.”

The Chief waves some sort of ceremonial sticl over her which made the Wookiees armed with Bowcasters lower their weapons.

“Come.. there are Jedi here, a Temple.”

The Fleeing Handmaiden was once more stunned, Jedi on the Wookiee Homeworld? Ahw was ushered inside a hut, where the Chief took a seat and offered her a chair, the room was lit with lanterns and two goblets of fine wood were brought, the wood was carved with rubes like ropes and precious emeralds that shined.

“There is a Doctor.. a Wookiee named Ch’varek Tul, so you know him?”

The Chieftan groaned.

“Crazy Ch’va.. he lives in lower world, and is.. no friend of Jedi.”

Sarla took a sip.

Good thin she wasn’t One then, what she was a mystery. She was no longer Handmaiden to the Domo or Sith Lady, she was Lost and she hoped here she might be found. The fact Jedi were on world and had a temple was a prospect, but would they accept a former Scum and Sith? Could she be forgiven for a life poorly lived? Her mind drifted to Remy, the only one who had believed she could be more than a slave or Sith Assassin, that she could aspire to something more.

Lost in thought, The Chieftain told her that the path below the Trunks was perilous, and only the bravest Wookiees hunted down there. Sarla smiled,

“Peril has been my life and probably will be for the foreseeable future. I must find this Ch’va”

After sharing Wookiee Grog, she was escorted to a elevator that would take her to base of the treeline.

The Chieftain put a necklace of claws around her neck.

“May it protect you Jedi. We shall notify the Jedi you have headed down into wild in case you need help.”

The Zeltron bowed her head.

“Thank you!”

She boarded the lift of wood that began to lower her to woodland world below:

 

[Remy Singh]

Darth Sarlaac

The Temple of Enasrrrkw was a place that only a handful of jedi went to. The wookiees and the Atrisians who had been there took care of the floating temple as it traveled through the darkened rivers. Predators in the trees and in the water around it but it was beautiful. Remy found it a place that few came to anyways and the temple passed around some of the smaller areas every few days. Small secured hovels near the river that would connect with it for a little while and all the jedi to move over or back quickly enough. SHe moved from the platform back onto the temple as it came around. She had her pack and this far out on the islands they were away from larger areas of the shadowlands and some of the massive predators. "Welcome back padawan." The master said it as she stood there, the councilor of first knowledge Mira Dejah stood with her hair in a tight ponytail as she moved. Purple outfit and her pink skin before she was patting her on the shoulder. "Thank you master." Remy looked at most of it and with Ami Dejah they were two of the council members for the order. She moved and was starting to send her clothing and equipment with one of the droids that would clean it as she held her tonfa before heading towards the balcony and the temple floated into one of the open area as the sun came through and lit the aging tree temple up. The floatation and repulsors were there on the bottom but it looked like a sight she knew from the outside when looking in.

 

[Darth Sarla]

The Lift made of wood teetered as it descended into shadows below, Sarla sat down cross legged and tried to concentrate, using the training Remy Singh had taught her on Tatooine. The dark side was not useful for seeking anything but targets, if this Wookiee was no friend of Jedi, it stood to reason he might also not be a friend of Sith. Though that was a rather steep assumption, there were few Wookiee Sith, their nature was prone to nature which The Light made grow, the darkness makes ashen worlds, and rots the living; making it unlikely choice, just as there were few Bith Sith Lords.

The Zeltron reached out, the fog of shadow that hung over her for so many years lifted as she tried to sense in the Forest. Her attempt felt desperate, she needed his help to disable the tracking system on her vertabra and remove other components. Doctor Ch’va was renowned for his abilities, he had fled to hus homeworld when The Sith had attempted to poach him for his skills, all the while they failed to understand he would never serve them. Sarla felt a trace, so faint, and her abilitu was marginal, never having finished completed her training under Remy. Her greatest failure, and now she had come to Kashyyyk to end her Villainy. She had served Darth Ophedia as Tsis’kaar, Domo Zenva Vrotoa as a Handmaiden, and now she wanted to leave all that behind. Ahe had even come to shed her Daritha name, unaware Jedi had a temple on this lush world.

The lift landed on hollowed out circle beneath the titan trunks, some tall grass of gold around it. Sarla stepped put of the wooden elevator and set foot on the soil. All was dark, and so she took the lantern on a crate of wood from the lift and began to march into the shadows. She could hear the creaking of bark breathing in the oxygen, and she smelled the dewy grass which had pleasent aroma. There was a sound of water flowing at a creak and she saw in the distance light, some smoke. Alice made her eay through thicket after thicket, beating away the thistles woth The Force, the light seemed further and further away, she walked for hours, and realized it was no different than a mirage in the desert; the closer she got the further it seemed away.

Finally she seemed to make progress crossing a brook and now at wooden thatcted house, she knocked on the great gnarled wood door. There was no answer and so she peeped in the open window of golden glow, there was a pot on the stove, steam rising, meaning someone was recently there, when she felt a point between her shoulder blades.

“I have told your kind I want to be left alone!” Said a grouchy and growling voice.

Sarla raised her hands.

“I am not her on Jedi business.. I need a doctor.”

The point moved to her neck.

“You should go to Coruscant! They have plenty of physicians!”

Alice Sarla turned around and looked at the elderly Wookiee, his mane wax silvery and his eyes pale blue, he wore a brown vest and had two twin braided locks.

“The kind of doctor I need is a specialist.. and you Doctor Ch’varek Tul are my only hope..”

The Wookiee growled as he raises his spear to her forhead.

“I don’t practice anymore!”

Sarla got on a knee and raises her tunic, ahowing scarring and she oivoted on her knee to show her spine. The Wookiee eyed the tattoos that badly hid the major scarfing all up the spine.

“My Gad! What did you have done?!”

Alice Sarla lowered her tinic and turned back to face Ch’va.

“I had a artificial spine installed.. I a master surgeon to removed the tracking beacon and functions that give someone power over me..”

The Wookiee Doctor lowered his spear, placing the bpttom shaft on the ground with the point upward.

“Come inside.. Gar!”

The Doctor opened the door and inside he laid the spear next to a table and tended to the pot. Sarla entered and removed her hood out of respect.

“You have a lovely home.”

Ch’va scoffed.

“Its primitive compared to my Med Lab I once ran on Tython.”

The Former Handmaiden took a seat as Ch’va removed two great bowls and filled them with stew. He then placed them on the table, and took too copper colored spoons.

“Eat.. you look deficient in nutrients.”

Sarla obeyed the Doctor’s orders as partook of the Bone Broth which was delicious.

“Was it droids that preformed your ill advised surgery?” Asked the Gruff Wookiee.

Alice Sarla nodded.

“Yes, several.”

Ch’va growled.

“Stupid clanker heads! They did uncessary damage and scarring. Do you have aches and at times the feeling of your body is noodle with noodle without a stable base combined with episodes of vertigo?”

Sarla nodded,

“I mitigate what I can.. but yes, all of those symptoms.. which no feel so normal I barely notice them.”

Ch’va drank the broth and whipped His hairy beard.

“You may not notice, but your body does, it drains you and weakens you.”

Alice nodded.

“I Find when I sleep it is as if I hadn’t.”

The Wookiee Doctor gave a nod,

“Yes.. yes.. I can fix that, and it will be painless.”

When Sarla had finished heelr stew, Ch’vactook the bowls and utensils placing them in a sink. He then walked to what appeared circlar coffee table and pressed aomwthing that made it open like a flower bud and lighting below, he climbed down a ladder and bid Sarla follow. She went don and found a hidden lab with a table and screens, and entire wall of cabinets with herbs ans medicines. Hanging above the table was a mechanical arm and scanner, which Ch’va bid her lay on the table. He ran a scan, which detected on his screen the vertebra.

“Interesting piece.. fine craftsmanship but you were right, it has sub routines, I am picking up a remote access which if exploited would paralyze you.”

Sarla lookee to the Wookiee,

“Can you fix it?”

Ch’va growled laughed.

“Yes.. but I must warn you it requires I use a controversial bit of tech.. Nanobots..”

He pulled out a vial with blue liquid.

“They are microscopic machines that will rewrite the tech, that I program. But they will remain in you for life, keeping the sun routines from being rewritten.”

Sarla nodded,

“Do it..”

The Doctor took the vial and put it in circular stand that connected to could that went to instrument with a spike hanging over the table.

“You will need lay on your chest, and expose your spine.”

Sarla did as he asked and he controlled the spiked intrukent.

“You will feel pressure not pain..”

She took a breath as her Zeltron skin was exposed, and the spike pressed into her lower vertebra. It was as he said, some pressure and then nothing. He then took another device and betab to wave it over her back, healing the scarring.

“I could not leave the dreadful work of those droids!”

Sarla laid there and though she felt nothing, she noticed ahe felt nothing! Those symptoms she had tolerated were gone, her aches no more!

“Done.. you are now free of any controls from the installer and the beacon is now reprogrammed, and the mangled work of those dank droids is fixed!”

Sarla rose up and was amazed as she felt fine, more than fine.

“Thank you Doctor! I can never repay your kindness.”

Ch’va scoffed,

“Just don’t tell anyone I live here and we are even.”

Sarla nodded and smiled.

“I shall keep it secret.”

Returning to the main house level, the sun had come up and the woods was astir. Stabding in living area she awaited Ch’va to return from his lab.

“I must go.. I thank you again for your help Doctor.”

The Doctor growled.

“You seek The Jedi..”

Sarla squinted,

“How did you know?”

Ch’va piped in,
“I was a Jedi.. long ago. I could sense you when you arrived at my home.”

Sarla smiled,
“I was too.. but I believe it is my future.”

Ch’va went to box hung on the wall and removed it. Inside he revealed a wooden lightsaber hilt.

“The Jedi are the only light left in this dark galaxy.. I left them not because they failed me.. I failed them and The Sith were going to use my talents to harm my brothers and sisters.”

He held the hilt and offered it to Sarla.

“Take it.. it deserves to noy lie idle. Make it your own and be the light.. always the light.. no matter how bleak..”

The countenance of Ch’va shifted from his gruff nature to one that was soft and tender.

Sarla took the lightsaber hilt, and held it as if she had recieved a precious child.

“I will honor this.. you.. thank you Master Ch’va.”

The Wookiees brows shifted at the title.

“No one has called me that in a long time.. a long time. The Temple you seek moves on the rushing waters, you will need to use patience and speed.”

Sarla bowed her head, she was so appreciative of the Wookiee’s aid. She waa reminded of how Remy helped her on Tatooine ans now this Master on Kashyyyk, The Jedi cared and did what they could to offer aid. This was what convinced Sarla The Call she felt to continue her training as a Jedi was right. She wanted to he like them, no longer trying to save herself but try and save others.

 

[Remy Singh]

Alice Sarla

The temple moved through the sunlight.. a brief period of time while it was there. SHe could see some birds flying before they went back into the shadows and the waters below went from a blue grey to a murky black. The creatures were not really prone to change but the trees were getting larger as they drifted. The temple essentially at the bottom of a mini shadowlands in the island. SHe could see more as some of the jedi were roaming around. The temple here presenting more of a challenge for some of the to test their skills. Remy moved as she got something that had been sent over from jedi artisans. They developed her robes that looked traditional in some ways and functioned with some of the highest levels of protection that they had developed... even helping her in resisting the temptations of the darkside. Its ablative nature as she secured the wrist bracers and ankles extended to cover her. THe belt and necklace working much the same so she could be in the golden bands of solarite. THe small burning sensation from it touching her skin was cooled with the silk like materia that was there buffering and adpating as it moded to her form.

 

[Darth Sarla]

The Zeltron marchex beneath the great Titans, her face being illuminated by rays that fell in streams upon her ruby skin. She was following the creek to a greater outlet of water, when she heard a great rush of water. She used her senses to find if when she felt the ground begin ro cave a little, ahe began to run when rising out of hollowee out earth was a Kinrath that rose on its hind yellow translucent legs, its tall thorax had great round black eyes as it sweeped one of its lega at her. Sarla dove down and snapped her white blade to life, she swung at the leg that followed in a attack, cutting asunder it as the creature shrieked, she stood defiant as she faced The Archinid, when the hole poured forth four more of the Kinraths, making her decide to retreat, she ran to the water edge along it, the Spiders in prusuit, jabbing at her with their yellow legs like javilians, she saw a vine and grabbed it as she kicked off a trunk as she seung of great rushing waters. One Arachind rushed the tree and cut the cord of green making her fall into water. The great splash as she was carried in rolls, the Spiders prusued, some jabbed into cold water at her in the shadow of the trees, others shirked back when rays broke through.

The poor Jedi Errant rolled in sods of white and clear water, she rose to take a breath only to be clawed at by a Kinrath, making her reluctant to come up for air, when green bolts flew from a blind, some Wookiees fired at the Archnids that shrieked when hit, The Zeltron came up for air and grabbed a feelpdd branch, as a Kinrath leapt with all its legs, reading to dig them into her, at that moment a Wookiee leapt down with a great Axe and dug it down, cutging two legs off and sweeping at it the towering thorax. Bowcsster kept firing, Sarla was helped up by Little Wookiee who moaned at it fook her hand, she took it and was rolled on to dry earth, her black hair wet and one, wrapping around her neck, her body shivering. The Wookiee Hunters took down the Kinrath, and the threat for now was abated. Sarla laid there as she held up Ch’va lightsaber hilt, her other had been lost in the water. The Little Wookiee took the saber and looked at it, the Great Warrior Wookiee took it from his hand and looked at the markings, them at her, and bite his teeth. He seemed to recognize it. Two more adolescent Wookiees descended the blond from ropes and joined them. They were instructed to make a fire, and Sarla was sat close to it, leaning against a great trunk, getting warm. The Elder Wookiee Warrior came to her and offered Ch’va’s hilt to her, she took the beautiful wood hilt. The Elder growled softly to indicate approval as the other Wookiees cut open arachinds and began tp roast limbs on the fire. The Little Wookiee offered a leg tip to Sarla, ahe motioned that she did not want it. She felt cold to the bone and her mind was full of memory. She began to wonder if being hunted would be her lpt forever, or of the Jedi could cure her of this curse? She had been told this river was where the temple rode upon, and she wondered if it was ahead or behind? Would she ever find it? Was she worthy? She had done so much to be ashamed of, and all because she was manipulated over and over by dark actors. Only Remy Singh had wanted to give her a chance at a new life, one of purpose and that she could be proud of. She wondered if The Pureblood was still on Tatooine? Had she found somem measure of peace? She wished she could tell her she was sorry, that it was wrong to leave her as her Master had done. There was a sound in water, a rumbling as if something heavy was approaching, was it a great log? The Wookiees stirred.

 

[Remy Singh]

Alice Sarla

She moved through the temple and more of the jedi were around in the rooms as they trained. The temple was always being improved and what few saw was the anchorpoints of it. The pillars around the central chamber that opened up into the larger temple itself. SHe was able to work in there and touch up her tonfa, the crystal assembly and emitters under the tri-lens that functioned to allow her to switch the function of the blades. SHe retrieved them after they had been tuned up and practiced with them a little as the functions were better. The power source able to channel more power into the blade itself and the containment shielding of it sapped at energy to make a loop of power that would keep increasing the strength of her blade for cutting through materials. Hot enough to handle beskar and wintrium. SHe allowed the force to guide her through it as she went through one of the anchorpoints back into the outer areas of the temple. She got some looks but mostly there was nods from the robed armor. Remy securing her tonfa at the small of her back before adjusting her hair.

 

[Darth Sarla]

The Zeltron watched as wonder rolled over the waters, a temple rising and floating on the surface. It was a marvel of The Force, a moving enclave that sheltered the Jedi upon it. Sarla drew close to it and seeing a vine she grabbed it and swung to land on the floating temple, her boots landing on stone, when she rose up a Jedi with ignited yellow saber staff, one blade only burning.

“Halt! Who are you?”

The Zeltron bowed her head and offered Ch’va saber hilt.

“I am Alice Sarla, I was given this saber by Master Ch’va, and told to find this temple. I have come to continue my Jedi training.”

She had been cleaver to omit her stint as a Sith Assassin and Handmaiden of a Domo of the Hutt Cartel.

The Guard replied,

“Stay here.. I will run your identity by The Council.”

Sarla nodded as she waited, some Younglings were playing hoverball, when t he ball fell into the water, and a Togruta girl cried. Sarla levitated the ball back to her and she looked with her big eyes at The Former Handmaiden. The Zeltron smiled as the kids resumed play, it was wonderful to hear the sound of childhood laughter.

TAG: Remy Singh

 

[Remy Singh]

Alice Sarla

A familiar sensation was there in the force as she moved.. her attention on the force and guiding her while she moved and stood there looking out over one fo the lower platforms... a familiar zeltron was there which raised her brow ridge... the councilor of first knowledge there as Dejah crossed her arms but didn't need to speak. Her skin gleaming in the flickering of the light around them. The two sisters were impressive but they approached. Different heads of temples who were visiting and making sure the second temple was functioning well. "Welcome." The two zeltron sisters said it while Remy moved with a few of the others. "This is the temple of the three daughters." Mira speaking as she stood there and the councilor of first knowledge was among some of the wisest of the order. "We did not expect to see you come back after Padawan Singh reported encountering you on Tatooine."

 

[Darth Sarla]

Sarla saw the Two Masters and a familiar face, she almost thought it was a ghost. The Zeltron took a knee before The Jedi, her head bowed. One Master mentioned the suprise at her return, and the same was for Alice. She had taken a detour in Scum and Villainy. The Master mentioned Remy Singh which proves it was not a ghost or echo of hee own mind, which had happened from time to time.

“Remy was most kind to me on Tatooine. She saves my life in more ways than she knew. It is why I had the courage to approach you. I have reached the bottom of darkness.. served a Domo in Hutt Crime Syndicate, and I am sure Remy has informed you I was a Sith, a Tsis’kaar Assassin. I have come to atone for my sins.”

The Zeltron offered uy Ch’va Lightsaber hilt with both hands to Mira. A sign of her pledge. Alice had no idea what the verdict of these Jedi Masters would be. What she did know is she was glad to be free to make her decisions once more. She had been twice a slave, and now wanted freedom from weight of shadow on her soul. She grew weary of it. The Sith said the dark side broke chains, what she had discovered is it formed thick ones that bore one’s spirit downward, perhaps like those in Chaos she had once had felt. Now all the Zeltron wanted was some measure of peace. She had been on the run since her Order was destroyed. She was tired of running.

 

[Remy Singh]

Alice Sarla

"She told us but actions speak more then words at times. When given the chance you ran back and sunk further. There is not much else to be said. Jedi do not execute prisoners or those who leave. We leave it as your own choice." She said it and shrugged. "THis way." She said it and was looking at her while she moved and was joined by Remy leading the way inside of the temple the small walk to the temples inner council chamber was easy enough. The circular room designed like a traditional chamber but the pillars in the center were different. The alcoves along the wall that allowed other councilors from different councils to appear and converse.

"The chambers of the thirteen. The same in each temple to allow the one hundred and forty five council members to judge actions." Mira said it and Remy went to stand off to the side. "But for you we only need you to stand in the center." She said it and the Confessional was between the four kyberite pillars. The crystal ring connecting them on the floor. "It will judge you." She said it while going to sit down with the other zeltron. Remy bowed though as she looked at Sarl and spoke. "Be careful, confessionals crush you with the weight of your own decisions more then anything else and will know you better then just about anything. You take what you have with you."

She didn't mention all of it, half the test was discovering it for yourself and breaking the loop in some cases as guilt, shame, anger, regret created a loop to make you relive it all and try to find out why... but the person was their own jailor, they could walk free at any time just they rarely chose to because of how much some of them were damaged... and the time dilation in a persons head could be tricky as it could be merre moments to everyone else but a year, ten a century in their own minds.