The Lion Sleeps Tonight

[Hal Terrano]

Dense Jungle, Cadannia

There wasn't much reason for one to visit Cadannia. The planet was by and large mostly jungle, to the extent that minus the spaceport, there were very few clearings where would could land even a small craft. This planet was a biologist's wet dream and nothing more. So what? Had Hal Terrano suddenly gained an interest in the realm of flora and fauna? No, not quite, he was here for something else.

The holocron of Mooba Boff.

How about a touch of backstory. Mooba Boff was a relatively unknown Ithorian Jedi Healer, around during the height of the Gulag Plague. He was known for his botanical prowess, using herbs and flowers to create various poultices and potions, some that worked, others that did not. Effectiveness aside, knowledge-was-knowledge and that was exactly what Knight Terrano sought.

Something for Avalore too, given her interests.

Mooba had reportedly found a home upon Cadannia, a modest shack in the foliage. That's it, nothing else. There would be no ruins to discover, no traps to evade and no boulders to be chased by. Just crippling humidity and a thick canopy.

He trailed along the vague path (only signified by a lesser growth of vines), sweat stains were threatening to patch through his typical brown Jedi robes. A slick, red forehead glanced upwards at the grey light peeping through the trees. Didn't even have to be sunny to be unbearable here. It was like walking in a sauna of flies. They buzzed around his blonde head, almost threatening to test Jedi patience.

Oh well. There were worse tortures to endure on the quest for knowledge.

[member="Darth Vitium"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

If there was a thing that the vain Sith Lord despised more than anything, it was walking through what amounted, to her at least, to a bog. Humid, wet, sticky, muddy, and entirely all kinds of gross. She was pale, wore heavy eye-liner that more than covered her eyelids and the dark circles beneath her eyes, and her blonde hair - once tied tightly on Manaan - was now hanging free and loosely at her shoulders, almost an unmanageable mess with a brush or comb. Cadannia, what a world of botanic jungles. So many different species of sentient and non-sentient life thrived on the world, and the biologist in her gave her a boost of excitement at walking through such a dense overgrowth that somewhat made up for the humidity and the insects. What had truly attracted the Voice was the knowledge of there being a holocron of the Jedi Order from some period during the Gulag Plague - one with extremely important information on the Senflax plant that could deprive a force sensitive from using the force as well as double as a powerful neurotoxin.

She wasn't quite certain on the location of the artifact, only that it resided in the general ten kilometers from where she was currently, and for all she knew it could have already been discovered - her interests were in destroying it, however, both out of spite and in order to keep the knowledge of a rather dangerous subject to herself. Silara had been on the planet for what felt like weeks now, truly only three days, but for all this trip's worth so far her search had amounted to nothing, though she discovered that it was indeed possible to kill insects with a very reductive form of force lightning. Fething blood-suckers. 'If I were a botanist with a holocron, where would I have been?' She thought, entirely unsuccessful in putting such a tactic to work. As she ventured on, however, she felt a sensation not unlike a warning or a nudge through the force - as though she was heading in the same direction as another force sensitive, and judging by their location, she doubted it would be an ally or anything like one. 'Maybe it will just be a cute boy. Who knows. My luck has been better than walking into a battalion of Jedi, hasn't it?' Silara mused to herself, though she was well aware it was likely either just that or a single Jedi on the same quest as she. Only time, and hopefully the force first, would tell. Luckily, in her case, the wide-spread aura of darkness that usually seeped out of her pores were masked by an application of Sith Magic that hid the aura of a force user, the spell of concealment. She doubted that would do much good, however, as Jedi seemed to always pick up on danger even when it was all but gone.

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[Hal Terrano]

Unfortunately for him, Hal remained perfectly oblivious of what, or rather who was also making her way towards the location of the holocron.

For a moment the Jedi Knight halted, taking a short sip from the simple waterskin that was deemed a necessity for the adventure. He was a Jedi of very little. Whereas some of his brothers and sisters owned vast fortunes and baffling amounts of high powered technology, Hal took it back to traditions. He had his robes, his lightsaber and a stockpile of bog-standard porridge oats, although technically the oats belonged to the Cato Neimoidia temple.

Sufficiently refreshed the trek was continued. That's the funny thing about humidity. You're drenched the bone but your body is thirsting beyond belief. Et tu, sweat pores?

While ominous elements alluded him he could feel the faint after touch of the Ithorian's grove. Healers were often the epitome of the light side and as such they were prone to leaving quite the trace behind. Great sacrifices and quiet heroes who didn't take the glory of those who rushed into the thick of battle. No, they stayed behind, preventing one causality after another.

Mooba Boff's life and death had long since passed them by and only a twinkle remained of his presence, swiftly fading from this realm to be forgotten to all but the history books.

His mud-caked books marched onwards, getting closer to the hut. Almost there now.

[member="Darth Vitium"]