Private The Familiar Surroundings of Bog and Forest

[Zinayn]

Zinayn's newly acquired shuttle cruised over the vast, tall forest of Kashyyyk. Various species of avians flocked to the east in the distance, and their cries could be heard through the hull of the ship. A slow smile spread across his face. He hadn't been to this world in a long while. All the memories of training and pushing past his limits flooded back. The running, swimming, and climbing, all while under constant attack by the local fauna and flora. Now he could relive it again with a friend by his side.

He found a small opening in the trees and guided the shuttle down with the repulsors. Tree branches scratched against the metal all the way down. The transport touched down softly, a stark contrast to the shuttle he'd used to travel to Moltok for the mock battle. Zinayn unbuckled his crash webbing and turned to Laphisto . "We've arrived. Make sure to leave your weapons. The Force is all you need," he said, unclipping his lightsaber from his belt and stashing it beneath the control board.

He headed over to the landing ramp and waited for the High Commander, feeling a sense of excitement. He was finally back.

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto had agreed to follow Zinayn to kashyyyk to learn more about the man that had been a key figure amongst the Lilaste orders force organization, he had helped sculpt the Kirima force academy helped design it's literature and education program for force users, that was until the Royal Naboo Republic came in and the Order was faced with the decision of trying to fight the new government or leave on Thier own terms.

Laphisto had personally instructed every station, every ship yard, and even the force academy was scuttled and destroyed to ensure it didn't fall into the hands of the RNR. In hind sight it night have been an over reaction but in the moment of things, they had no way of knowing the goals of the RNR.

The Chiss's voice broke laphisto out of his thoughts and his gaze snapped up and he looked over at the man, grabbing his broad saber from his hip which pulled away with a metallic clink. His other hand moved to pull the LO-22S pistol from its holster before then pulling the LO-18D Rifle off his back. Setting them with zinayns light saber

"Alright then, let's see what kashyyyk is like. The last time I was here the Silver Jedi concordate was here, before I was the High commander, back the. I was still a prisoner for the Jedi, a weapon. " Laphisto gave a small frown as he stepped off the ramp and up next to the man " I was so lost to the current galaxy. So lost on what I was doing and where I belonged"

 

[Zinayn]

Zinayn breathed deeply, the sounds of nature surrounding them. The shuttle was the only form of technology for miles, he'd bet. As Laphisto stepped off the ramp by him, the Chiss nodded knowingly. "I was the same. Although I may not have been from a different time, I still didn't know where I belonged either. As a midager, I could have never imagined myself anywhere other than Csilla living out my days. But of course they took me to be an ozyly-esehembo to guide their ships, and I didn't want to live my life sitting at the helm of a warship for hours at a time. The other children usually lost their Third Sight (that is, their ability to navigate the ship through the jumbled hyperlanes of the Chaos) around the years of a midager. I didn't have to worry about that though. The war came..." Zinayn blinked and returned to the present. "But excuse my rambling. I noticed that I did not lose my Force abilities like the other sky-walkers, so I trained. I was driven by hatred for those that destroyed my home, hope that other Chiss might have survived, and some odd sense of determination to fill the void in my being with countless hours of grueling work....to be too fatigued to feel."

He stepped forward to create some distance between him and the dragon before going through a few familiar stretches. As he looked around, he noticed the surroundings were...familiar. More familiar than just the general biome of Kashyyyk's forests. This location specifically gave him a strange sense of deja vu. When he had trained here years ago, he never landed at the same spot twice. However, he'd done this dozens of times. What were the chances that he had been at this specific location before? The bog stretched out before him, its waters seeming calm and inviting. Even the bank to the right of the lake, with the tall grasses farther out and the wroshyr trees looming over, he recognized. Odd.

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto stepped forward, wings folding slightly as he came to stand beside the Chiss. His arms crossed loosely over his chest, and for a moment, his eyes shimmered with a flicker of the Force subtle flashes outlining the trees, the bog, the distant birdsong rippling through the canopy. His gaze swept the terrain, but his attention remained on Zinayn's words.

"I can promise you this," he said, voice low, thoughtful. "Others like you did survive. I've met one a young Force-sensitive Chiss. Not a navigator. Just… lost, like we all are at times. That means there are more. I believe there are thousands still scattered across the stars." He paused, letting the stillness stretch between them like the moss-draped branches overhead. "You've given everything to the Order. Whatever help you need to find them your people you'll have it. You've earned that, and more." Turning to face him fully, Laphisto brought a hand to his chestplate with a soft thud, then dipped his head in a warrior's bow silent, resolute, respectful.

Zinayn